Post by Randy Orton on Apr 28, 2009 23:03:02 GMT -5
What does it mean to be the best? Surely we all hear the word everyday. Whether it be an ad for some new vehicle, a sports team, or even a politician. Everyone and everything it seems either wants to be, or already claims to be the best. One member of the FCW roster knows that he has the neccessary tools to back up his claims. One man knows that he is cut from a different cloth. Randy Orton is absolutely certain, that no one in FCW can measure up to him. He is the absolute picture of perfection. Lacking nothing, flawless in every way, the kind of athlete that comes around once in a lifetime. There is in every generation, in every sport, that one man who defines his era. That one man who forces those around him to attempt to keep up. Randy Orton is without peers, without equals. He is pure, unadulturated, greatness.
This week Orton will meet Chris Jericho, a self proclaimed legend in FCW, a man whose accolades have made a lasting impression on the history of this company. Jericho is a man who feels that, because of his past, he should be given respect. Jericho feels that the FCW owes him something, and never fails to remind everyone of his past accomplishments. Randy Orton has waited for this chance. It is an opportunity that will define him in FCW. With a win against Jericho, Orton will establish himself as one of the elite here. With a win against Jericho, there can be no denying he is at the top. And win is exactly what he plans to do. Win, and win big.
The arena is filled to capacity, the eager audience in attendance awaiting further action. FCW has made an impactful return thus far, signing some of the biggest names in the business. Accomodating these huge names, is a collection of newcomers, poised to establish themselves. The result of the mixing of these various ingredients is, well.......Anarchy. This week's card is huge. It is, if possible, even bigger than last weeks. Titles are still vacant, and opportunity is in the air. The crowd hushes as the lights go out. "Voices" by Rev Theory begins to play across the PA. There is an immediate negative crowd reaction. Orton emerges as his pyro explodes. He stops briefly on the ramp, dressed in jeans and a black "Affliction" t-shirt.
He makes his way down the aisle and enters the ring through the ropes. He greets the crowd with his now trademark look of disgust, as he is handed the mic by a stage hand. The music dies down, but not the crowd's boos. Randy's eyes are as cold as always. His expression the same expression of raw determination he has become infamous for. He peers out at the crowd, looking toward them, but not really at them. He raises his mic to speak,
"Another week, another dose of Anarchy. After last week, it's official, FCW is a hit. FCW is quickly becoming the talk of the wrestling world. Everyone is watching, and everyone is talking. Now, you can wonder why all day long. You can ask yourself if it's because of the awesome cards put together by Mr. Kenneddy. You can ask yourself if it's because of the money FCW has spent on promotional advertising. You can ask yourself if it's because of John Cena. Or because Y2J has returned. The fact of the matter is there is one reason. One reason why this company has in merely a week regained it's old fanbase, and earned a new following."
"The reason is me. I am the man that everyone else on this roster wishes they could be. That whole locker room back there is full of guys that are jealous of me. Every single one of them is jealous of me. I am the most talented man to ever step foot in an FCW ring, and it's obvious. There is no denying it. My ultimate goal is well known to everyone, and to see it through, I plan on total domination of anyone placed in front of me. I don't care who it is. I don't care when it is. The only thing that matters is having my hand raised in vistory every time I compete."
"This time it's Chris Jericho. Y2J. The same man who has come out here and told the world repeatedly just how great he is. Well Jericho, I am everything you say you are. Everything you say you are and more. If R.M. Voglur is God, then you can damn well bet that I am the angel of death. Chris, the time is now. Chris, now we can finally see just how good you are. Now we can see whether or not, you would have attained all that success if I had been around. I can all ready tell you the answer is a resounding no. You are not the competitor I am Jericho. You're not even close, and at Friday Night Anarchy I will prove it."
"So you can come out here Chris, and you can joke and laugh. You can convince the fools in the audience that you are something special. But deep down you know the truth. Deep down you know that I am a one of a kind. You know Chris Jericho, that there has never, in the history of this business, benn anyone capable of being as great as I am. We both apparently have the same goal, and would have met eventually anyway, but now the world will get to see it sooner. Everyone is going to witness what I do to you Chris. Everyone is gonna see me expose you for the fraud you are."
"You say you never lost the FCW world title? Good. Then I guess that means when I beat you, I'll be the closest thing this place has to a world champion. That is until I make it official. Jericho, put on your smile, put on your front, but I can look into your eyes and know that you are nervous. I know that you are afraid, and you should be. When I'm done with you Jericho you will have no choice, but to admit that I'm the better man. Far better. Your hunt for the world title ends here. You can join the rest of the boys and wait for my retirement to claim the gold."
With that Orton drops the mic. He ascends each turnbuckle, posing as he absorbs the crowd's boos. He then repeats the pose in the middle of the ring, before rolling under the bottom rope and making his exit.
