Post by Randy Orton on Jul 25, 2009 14:26:20 GMT -5
Last Resort is upon us. Thrust upon the world like a relentless invader, highlighted by possibly the most anticipated match in FCW history. The fans have already began to pour into the arena. Families at home already have the popcorn in the microwave. This is it, the moment of truth. Modern day gladiators will do battle, they battle for honor, they battle for glory, and some battle simply for the pleasure of proving that they are unrivaled.
The backstage area is little different from the various homes of FCW faithful. Here too, are people scurrying about, making last minute adjustments to game plans and attire. FCW staff members are full throttle, each doing their part for the benefit of the company. Each doing all they can to ensure the event does not disappoint. As usual, journalists from tv, the internet, and the magazines scan the area in hopes of getting an interview.
At this moment Randy Orton is spotted walking down the corridors, heading for his dressing room. He is flanked by Cody Rhodes, and Evan Bourne. The trio head for a door labeled 'Legacy.' The men do not stay in the dressing room long. They exit and make their way toward the entrance way. The arena has only began to be settled, and no one has addressed the crowd. No cameras are yet rolling.
This does not deter the members of 'Legacy' as they continue to head toward the entrance. They pass a production table, and Orton speaks. "Play my music, and I better have a working mic when I get out there."
In a matter of seconds, "Voices" by Rev Theory begins to play. The crowd will now be greeted by their first FCW action of the night. Not even a preliminary match beat Orton to the punch. The group heads toward the ring, and the crowd gets in some early practice booing them all the way. They enter the ring, and Orton fetches a mic.
"Someone said this event set new attendance records here. Someone said the pay per view buys will be astronomical. Well, I have some news for you. This event isn't about you, it's about me." The capacity crowd join together in unison to let Orton have it, as he continues.
"Tonight is my night. Tonight I ascend my throne once again. Tonight I unify the world championship in my name. This night will be remembered forever as the night Randy Orton bested even himself. Tonight I will be better than even I thought I would. The reason for that is because history has shown that I rise to the occasion. The bigger the stakes, the better I perform."
"And for once in your miserable lives, I challenge you people to throw your hopes and wishes out the door, and look at this logically. Analyze this situation using reason. Look at the facts. Imagine an outcome where I don't win. It's impossible. The facts are irrefutable. I am the better man. I have the big match history. I am one hundred percent built for this kind of match. This is what I do."
"Edge, you liken yourself to an animal? Good, because I am a machine. I am the perfect wrestling machine. Physically I am in better shape than the rest of you combined. Mentally, this is the perfect scenario for me. I don't underestimate you Edge. On the contrary, as I've said countless times before, I look past no one. Make no mistake about it, I will defeat you. But, I will do so by approaching the match carefully and cunningly."
"As for Gimmick and Parise, I wouldn't be surprised if neither of them can continue after their match. They will attempt to destroy each other, and I will be the biggest benefactor. I will take advantage of the situation, and I will walk away with yet another big win. This is destiny. This is only the beginning. I am the face of FCW. I am FCW!"
"As if anyone could still doubt me, let's review what I've done here. I predicted I'd get the world title first and I did. But I can't just run through that history. Let's remember what I did to claim it. I embarked on one of the most brutal journeys in the history of this business. Without a single ounce of compassion, I ripped through every one put up against me. I didn't just win, I devastated."
"And have I not been doing the exact same thing as of late? Have I not been laying waste to my enemies? Do I not have the momentum going into the match? So there it is, if you look at this from an educated stance, I cannot lose. I will not lose. My opponents do not have what it takes to stop me. They will come up short. They will walk home with nothing more than the bumps and bruises I leave them to remember me by."
"There will be no mystery. There will be no great surprise. There will only be me, claiming what is mine. Claiming my destiny. Claiming my Legacy."
Orton drops the mic and, along with Rhodes and Bourne raises his arms triumphantly in the air. "Voices" plays again as the group exits the ring to the raucous boos of the crowd.
The backstage area is little different from the various homes of FCW faithful. Here too, are people scurrying about, making last minute adjustments to game plans and attire. FCW staff members are full throttle, each doing their part for the benefit of the company. Each doing all they can to ensure the event does not disappoint. As usual, journalists from tv, the internet, and the magazines scan the area in hopes of getting an interview.
At this moment Randy Orton is spotted walking down the corridors, heading for his dressing room. He is flanked by Cody Rhodes, and Evan Bourne. The trio head for a door labeled 'Legacy.' The men do not stay in the dressing room long. They exit and make their way toward the entrance way. The arena has only began to be settled, and no one has addressed the crowd. No cameras are yet rolling.
This does not deter the members of 'Legacy' as they continue to head toward the entrance. They pass a production table, and Orton speaks. "Play my music, and I better have a working mic when I get out there."
In a matter of seconds, "Voices" by Rev Theory begins to play. The crowd will now be greeted by their first FCW action of the night. Not even a preliminary match beat Orton to the punch. The group heads toward the ring, and the crowd gets in some early practice booing them all the way. They enter the ring, and Orton fetches a mic.
"Someone said this event set new attendance records here. Someone said the pay per view buys will be astronomical. Well, I have some news for you. This event isn't about you, it's about me." The capacity crowd join together in unison to let Orton have it, as he continues.
"Tonight is my night. Tonight I ascend my throne once again. Tonight I unify the world championship in my name. This night will be remembered forever as the night Randy Orton bested even himself. Tonight I will be better than even I thought I would. The reason for that is because history has shown that I rise to the occasion. The bigger the stakes, the better I perform."
"And for once in your miserable lives, I challenge you people to throw your hopes and wishes out the door, and look at this logically. Analyze this situation using reason. Look at the facts. Imagine an outcome where I don't win. It's impossible. The facts are irrefutable. I am the better man. I have the big match history. I am one hundred percent built for this kind of match. This is what I do."
"Edge, you liken yourself to an animal? Good, because I am a machine. I am the perfect wrestling machine. Physically I am in better shape than the rest of you combined. Mentally, this is the perfect scenario for me. I don't underestimate you Edge. On the contrary, as I've said countless times before, I look past no one. Make no mistake about it, I will defeat you. But, I will do so by approaching the match carefully and cunningly."
"As for Gimmick and Parise, I wouldn't be surprised if neither of them can continue after their match. They will attempt to destroy each other, and I will be the biggest benefactor. I will take advantage of the situation, and I will walk away with yet another big win. This is destiny. This is only the beginning. I am the face of FCW. I am FCW!"
"As if anyone could still doubt me, let's review what I've done here. I predicted I'd get the world title first and I did. But I can't just run through that history. Let's remember what I did to claim it. I embarked on one of the most brutal journeys in the history of this business. Without a single ounce of compassion, I ripped through every one put up against me. I didn't just win, I devastated."
"And have I not been doing the exact same thing as of late? Have I not been laying waste to my enemies? Do I not have the momentum going into the match? So there it is, if you look at this from an educated stance, I cannot lose. I will not lose. My opponents do not have what it takes to stop me. They will come up short. They will walk home with nothing more than the bumps and bruises I leave them to remember me by."
"There will be no mystery. There will be no great surprise. There will only be me, claiming what is mine. Claiming my destiny. Claiming my Legacy."
Orton drops the mic and, along with Rhodes and Bourne raises his arms triumphantly in the air. "Voices" plays again as the group exits the ring to the raucous boos of the crowd.