Post by Randy Orton on May 1, 2009 0:58:25 GMT -5
Jericho has spoken. In his latest promo, he ever so eloquently compared Orton to excrement. Surely, Chris Jericho's blood pressure is rising. The match is rapidly becoming something more than just business as usual. The stakes are higher now than ever. Jericho's verbal tirade had included cutting insults, questioning Orton's "normalcy." There was a certain truth to it though, that Randy couldn't deny. He had willingly, gladly even, sacrificed relationships with friends and family. He had ended lifelong relationships at a moments notice. He never invited anyone to shows, and even warned them not to come. He couldn't afford a liability. He needed no distractions. His goal was singular, and very clear. There could be nothing outside being the best, that could demand his attention. This was the life he had chosen, and he wouldn't be just another ordinary "rassler." He needed to be recognized as the undisputed greatest of all time. It was what he desired above all else. Nothing else, friends and family included, could ever compete with that.
This was the track his mind was always on. Every waking moment spent thinking only of this business. The FCW is starting fresh. Like the mythical phoenix it has risen. It needs leaders, needs men who will transcend the normal, men who will do whatever it takes to attain immortality. Randy Orton wouldn't let anything slow him, much less deny him, from claiming his spot at the top of the mountain. It could be no other way, and with Jericho raising the stakes, Randy could only take it further. This situation demanded his utmost effort. Jericho had mirrored the opinion of others in that this sort of existence could indeed be miserable. To Randy it was the only way. He was born great, all that was left was to see it through. All that was left was to claim the destiny fate had laid before him. The time to act had come. The time to up the proverbial ante was upon him.
FCW.com has been doing it's best to bring the insatiable fans all the action they can handle. The site was always posting the latest news and interviews, and there is even talk of FCW superstars getting their own live streaming web shows. Those die hard fans who practically spent their virtual lives on the site, were in for a treat today.
The scene begins outside a luxurious hotel resort. The camera is obviously not an FCW camera. It is jumpy, going in and out of focus. The camera makes it's way from the parking lot to the front doors. There is a large sign above the entrance that reads '2009 Canadian Hockey Expo.' Underneath, in smaller letters it reads 'Today we honor some of hockey's greats. Autographed memorabilia available.' The camera enters the doors. Inside there are people everywhere. A thousand voices converse, people taking pictures and getting autographs. Smiling children holding hands with their equally excited parents, the atmosphere is one of joy. The atmosphere is about to change.
The camera focuses on a pair of black shoes. It slowly makes it's way up a pair of jeans, and a black Affliction t-shirt. Finally it focuses on the face of Randy Orton himself. He stares deviously into the lens, and his face slowly forms a wicked smile.
"Randy Orton here, at the 2009 Canadian Hockey Expo. Now why would I be at the Canadian Hockey Expo? It's simple, I want to meet a hockey legend. I want to meet a former NHL great. A man by the name of Ted Irvine."
Randy walks the busy floor, catching stares from more than a few passers by. He pays them no mind, instead stopping fifty feet from an aged man in glasses. The man wears a hockey jersey, and the marquee above him reads 'Ted Irvine.'
"There he is. I know he doesn't look like much. Old and decrepit, but in his day he was a one man main event. A legend of the game. Greatness runs in his family too. You see old Ted there, he just happens to be the father of FCW's own Chris Jericho."
Randy continues to stare at the man. The man happily signs autographs, and poses for pictures with the gathered crowd. Finally Randy walks up to him.
"Ted Irvine, nice to meet you. You're one of my all time favorites."
Randy extends his hand and the two men shake. Ted speaks next.
"It's always nice to meet a fan. You're a big guy. Do you play?"
"No I don't play. I'm actually a wrestler. I'm a friend of your son's."
"Now that you mention it, I believe I have seen you on the wrestling."
"Yeah. So basically I'm doing this thing for wrestling, and I was in town, so I thought I'd get an interview with you about Chris. Do you have a few minutes? It'll only take a few."
"Yeah sure, I guess. Couldn't hurt."
"No not at all. If we could walk down here where it's more private. Less noise and all."
The camera follows the men down the hall to a quieter, less populated area. They stop and the camera focuses in on Ted. Randy begins his "interview."
"So when did Chris decide he wanted to be a wrestler?"
"Well he liked it as a kid. It was either that or a hockey player, so....."
Randy interrupts, "Did you support his choice?"
"Well, I couldn't really picture him making a living at it, but it was obvious...."
Orton again interrupts, "Are you proud of his accomplishments in wrestling?"
Ted is obviously frustrated at the repeated interruptions, but answers anyway.
"Oh yes, I'm extremely proud of him. he's living his dream....."
"He tried music. And he definitely failed at that. Did you know he never lost the FCW world title?"
"Well I can't keep up with all his accomplishments, but he......"
"He tells everybody about it all the time. To the point they're sick of it actually."
"Kind of hard to do this interview. I'm not really getting to finish."
"That's okay. I'm not really a friend of Chris.' In fact, I have a match coming up with him. I'm gonna kick his ass too."
Ted is obviously uneasy and attempts to remove himself from the situation.
"I should get back. I may have a line."
"You don't have a line. You're just like your son. A loser. Only you're a washed up loser. My father, on the other hand he didn't raise a weak little loser."
"I really should get back..."
"You're not going anywhere." Randy slaps him hard across the face. Surprisingly the old man throws a punch. Randy counters with his own punch instead, sending Ted crashing to the ground. Ted slowly tries to get back to his feet. As he makes it to his hands and knees, Orton gets the familiar crazed look in his eyes. He cocks his head slightly as he squares Jericho's father up. Then he unleashes it. BOOM! Brutal punt to the head of the fallen man. Ted is unconscious as a result of the brutal kick, and Randy quickly leaves the area. The camera follows Randy, turning back to capture the lifeless Ted Irvine, laying heaped on the floor. The camera continues traveling all the way outside to the parking lot area. Once outside, Randy looks into the camera again.
"Jericho, there you have it. The reason you will never beat me. There is no limit to how far I will go. I am going to the top. I am going to be world champion, and anyone who stands in my way will not only have to worry about themselves, but everything they hold dear. You question my humanity? I'm not human at all Chris, just like you said, I'm a beast. I am a nightmare Jericho. A living breathing nightmare. This is only a preview of what I'm capable of. Only a portion of the brutality I can unleash. Friday Night Anarchy, you're number is up Jericho. I'm going to leave you just like you're dried up old father. You tried to stand in my way, and I refuse to let that happen."
The camera shakes as it points toward the ground, fading to black.
This was the track his mind was always on. Every waking moment spent thinking only of this business. The FCW is starting fresh. Like the mythical phoenix it has risen. It needs leaders, needs men who will transcend the normal, men who will do whatever it takes to attain immortality. Randy Orton wouldn't let anything slow him, much less deny him, from claiming his spot at the top of the mountain. It could be no other way, and with Jericho raising the stakes, Randy could only take it further. This situation demanded his utmost effort. Jericho had mirrored the opinion of others in that this sort of existence could indeed be miserable. To Randy it was the only way. He was born great, all that was left was to see it through. All that was left was to claim the destiny fate had laid before him. The time to act had come. The time to up the proverbial ante was upon him.
FCW.com has been doing it's best to bring the insatiable fans all the action they can handle. The site was always posting the latest news and interviews, and there is even talk of FCW superstars getting their own live streaming web shows. Those die hard fans who practically spent their virtual lives on the site, were in for a treat today.
The scene begins outside a luxurious hotel resort. The camera is obviously not an FCW camera. It is jumpy, going in and out of focus. The camera makes it's way from the parking lot to the front doors. There is a large sign above the entrance that reads '2009 Canadian Hockey Expo.' Underneath, in smaller letters it reads 'Today we honor some of hockey's greats. Autographed memorabilia available.' The camera enters the doors. Inside there are people everywhere. A thousand voices converse, people taking pictures and getting autographs. Smiling children holding hands with their equally excited parents, the atmosphere is one of joy. The atmosphere is about to change.
The camera focuses on a pair of black shoes. It slowly makes it's way up a pair of jeans, and a black Affliction t-shirt. Finally it focuses on the face of Randy Orton himself. He stares deviously into the lens, and his face slowly forms a wicked smile.
"Randy Orton here, at the 2009 Canadian Hockey Expo. Now why would I be at the Canadian Hockey Expo? It's simple, I want to meet a hockey legend. I want to meet a former NHL great. A man by the name of Ted Irvine."
Randy walks the busy floor, catching stares from more than a few passers by. He pays them no mind, instead stopping fifty feet from an aged man in glasses. The man wears a hockey jersey, and the marquee above him reads 'Ted Irvine.'
"There he is. I know he doesn't look like much. Old and decrepit, but in his day he was a one man main event. A legend of the game. Greatness runs in his family too. You see old Ted there, he just happens to be the father of FCW's own Chris Jericho."
Randy continues to stare at the man. The man happily signs autographs, and poses for pictures with the gathered crowd. Finally Randy walks up to him.
"Ted Irvine, nice to meet you. You're one of my all time favorites."
Randy extends his hand and the two men shake. Ted speaks next.
"It's always nice to meet a fan. You're a big guy. Do you play?"
"No I don't play. I'm actually a wrestler. I'm a friend of your son's."
"Now that you mention it, I believe I have seen you on the wrestling."
"Yeah. So basically I'm doing this thing for wrestling, and I was in town, so I thought I'd get an interview with you about Chris. Do you have a few minutes? It'll only take a few."
"Yeah sure, I guess. Couldn't hurt."
"No not at all. If we could walk down here where it's more private. Less noise and all."
The camera follows the men down the hall to a quieter, less populated area. They stop and the camera focuses in on Ted. Randy begins his "interview."
"So when did Chris decide he wanted to be a wrestler?"
"Well he liked it as a kid. It was either that or a hockey player, so....."
Randy interrupts, "Did you support his choice?"
"Well, I couldn't really picture him making a living at it, but it was obvious...."
Orton again interrupts, "Are you proud of his accomplishments in wrestling?"
Ted is obviously frustrated at the repeated interruptions, but answers anyway.
"Oh yes, I'm extremely proud of him. he's living his dream....."
"He tried music. And he definitely failed at that. Did you know he never lost the FCW world title?"
"Well I can't keep up with all his accomplishments, but he......"
"He tells everybody about it all the time. To the point they're sick of it actually."
"Kind of hard to do this interview. I'm not really getting to finish."
"That's okay. I'm not really a friend of Chris.' In fact, I have a match coming up with him. I'm gonna kick his ass too."
Ted is obviously uneasy and attempts to remove himself from the situation.
"I should get back. I may have a line."
"You don't have a line. You're just like your son. A loser. Only you're a washed up loser. My father, on the other hand he didn't raise a weak little loser."
"I really should get back..."
"You're not going anywhere." Randy slaps him hard across the face. Surprisingly the old man throws a punch. Randy counters with his own punch instead, sending Ted crashing to the ground. Ted slowly tries to get back to his feet. As he makes it to his hands and knees, Orton gets the familiar crazed look in his eyes. He cocks his head slightly as he squares Jericho's father up. Then he unleashes it. BOOM! Brutal punt to the head of the fallen man. Ted is unconscious as a result of the brutal kick, and Randy quickly leaves the area. The camera follows Randy, turning back to capture the lifeless Ted Irvine, laying heaped on the floor. The camera continues traveling all the way outside to the parking lot area. Once outside, Randy looks into the camera again.
"Jericho, there you have it. The reason you will never beat me. There is no limit to how far I will go. I am going to the top. I am going to be world champion, and anyone who stands in my way will not only have to worry about themselves, but everything they hold dear. You question my humanity? I'm not human at all Chris, just like you said, I'm a beast. I am a nightmare Jericho. A living breathing nightmare. This is only a preview of what I'm capable of. Only a portion of the brutality I can unleash. Friday Night Anarchy, you're number is up Jericho. I'm going to leave you just like you're dried up old father. You tried to stand in my way, and I refuse to let that happen."
The camera shakes as it points toward the ground, fading to black.
