Post by Randy Orton on Apr 18, 2009 2:44:41 GMT -5
An interesting turn of events has befallen FCW. One man attempted to stake his claim for the world championship, resulting in a literal emptying of the locker room. It seems everyone wants to grasp the opportunity to claim the biggest prize in the sport. One man is certain that in due time it will be he who rises above. It will be he who shines brightest. That man is "The Viper" Randy Orton.
The scene opens inside a locker room. The camera moves slowly to the left, revealing first an arm, followed by a t-shirt. Then he comes fully into view. The legend killer himself Randy Orton. The camera films him for a few seconds, as he stares into space with a disgusted look covering his face. The silence is interrupted by the sound of an interviewer.
"Randy Orton, the card for Friday Night Anarchy has been released, and you'll be facing CM Punk. You can't be happy with how things turned out. General Manager Mr. Kennedy effectively denying a title shot to every man who demanded it. For the time being at least."
Orton turns to him, looking rather angry.
"Can't be happy? Of course I'm not happy. I was the only man who made a viable argument. The only man who provided a valid point for deserving a shot at the title. Everything I said was true. Everyone on the FCW roster knows it. Each and every one of them know, that I am the only man capable of leading this company at a time when it needs a leader. I am the only man that can carry this company on his shoulders, while it attempts to re-establish itself. It doesn't matter now, because the outcome will will remain unchanged. I will be the FCW world champion."
"Well the argument could be made that everyone of you deserve the shot. Some of the biggest names in the business were out there pleading their case. Conspicuous by his absence was the man you''ll be facing at Friday Night Anarchy CM Punk. No doubt he's also in the title hunt."
"CM Punk? CM punk isn't fit to hold anything more than a light heavyweight title. A cruiser weight championship. Or maybe some nickel and dime hardcore title. A world champion he isn't. He just isn't world championship material."
"Well, with all due respect Randy, some would disagree. the straight edge warrior has developed quite a following in the industry............"
"Gimme a break! Straight edge warrior? CM Punk is a nothing. A nobody. Any fame he has achieved. Any "following" has come from the numerous flukes he has managed to pull off. The fact of the matter is Randy Orton, the prize of this roster, is destined to defeat any and everybody they put in front of me. It is my destiny to hold that world title. It is the only plausible outcome."
"At any rate, it's sure to be an exciting match up. In fact the next few cards are gonna be pay per view caliber matches across the board, to determine just who our general manager, will deem worthy of vying for the world championship."
"The only thing exciting is going to be watching me annihilate everything that stands in my way of claiming the gold. This is my moment. This is my time to reintroduce the world to the age of Orton. I will officially usher in the age of Orton when I am crowned world champion, but in the meantime, there must be examples. CM Punk, you are going to be example number one. You are going to serve as the demonstration to all the rest, the end result of coming between Randy Orton and the world title."
Orton titles his head back, wearing across his face an expression of pure intensity. An expression of determination. The camera stays focused on him for a few seconds before lowering as the scene fades away.
The scene opens inside a locker room. The camera moves slowly to the left, revealing first an arm, followed by a t-shirt. Then he comes fully into view. The legend killer himself Randy Orton. The camera films him for a few seconds, as he stares into space with a disgusted look covering his face. The silence is interrupted by the sound of an interviewer.
"Randy Orton, the card for Friday Night Anarchy has been released, and you'll be facing CM Punk. You can't be happy with how things turned out. General Manager Mr. Kennedy effectively denying a title shot to every man who demanded it. For the time being at least."
Orton turns to him, looking rather angry.
"Can't be happy? Of course I'm not happy. I was the only man who made a viable argument. The only man who provided a valid point for deserving a shot at the title. Everything I said was true. Everyone on the FCW roster knows it. Each and every one of them know, that I am the only man capable of leading this company at a time when it needs a leader. I am the only man that can carry this company on his shoulders, while it attempts to re-establish itself. It doesn't matter now, because the outcome will will remain unchanged. I will be the FCW world champion."
"Well the argument could be made that everyone of you deserve the shot. Some of the biggest names in the business were out there pleading their case. Conspicuous by his absence was the man you''ll be facing at Friday Night Anarchy CM Punk. No doubt he's also in the title hunt."
"CM Punk? CM punk isn't fit to hold anything more than a light heavyweight title. A cruiser weight championship. Or maybe some nickel and dime hardcore title. A world champion he isn't. He just isn't world championship material."
"Well, with all due respect Randy, some would disagree. the straight edge warrior has developed quite a following in the industry............"
"Gimme a break! Straight edge warrior? CM Punk is a nothing. A nobody. Any fame he has achieved. Any "following" has come from the numerous flukes he has managed to pull off. The fact of the matter is Randy Orton, the prize of this roster, is destined to defeat any and everybody they put in front of me. It is my destiny to hold that world title. It is the only plausible outcome."
"At any rate, it's sure to be an exciting match up. In fact the next few cards are gonna be pay per view caliber matches across the board, to determine just who our general manager, will deem worthy of vying for the world championship."
"The only thing exciting is going to be watching me annihilate everything that stands in my way of claiming the gold. This is my moment. This is my time to reintroduce the world to the age of Orton. I will officially usher in the age of Orton when I am crowned world champion, but in the meantime, there must be examples. CM Punk, you are going to be example number one. You are going to serve as the demonstration to all the rest, the end result of coming between Randy Orton and the world title."
Orton titles his head back, wearing across his face an expression of pure intensity. An expression of determination. The camera stays focused on him for a few seconds before lowering as the scene fades away.
