Post by Randy Orton on Aug 26, 2009 14:47:33 GMT -5
The camera pans the hallways of the hospital. It is nearly empty, only employees around, with a few patients and their family members. The camera travels the lonely corridors of the hospital until reaching a small doorless room with the word "Chapel" over a large cross.
The chapel is devoid of the usual crying, praying, desperate people, instead only FCW's own Randy Orton sits in a chair. The room is eerily dim, capturing Orton who sits with his hands on his chin, in deep contemplation. The look on his face is a mixture of emotions, perhaps the most discernible being rage. Orton stares off into space, only he knowing what thoughts race through his mind.
As the camera zeroes in on his face, Orton speaks, "In this life, things sometimes happen, that we've always known could, yet never really imagine will. With success comes many enemies. Enemies who will do whatever it takes to destroy you. I have always known this, and for that very reason I have forsaken friendship, forsaken anything that could be seen as a weakness."
"But I made a mistake. A costly mistake. A stupid mistake. I lost focus, I lost sight of that despicable, vile, rodent known as Jimmy Gimmick. I lost sight of him and never once thought that he would commit such a loathsome act. My father, the legendary "Cowboy" Bob Orton always told me to never fear someone involving him because he could handle himself. What was he to do as his home was invaded? What was he to do against a lead pipe?"
"Gimmick, I can barely find the words to describe how much I despise you. How much I hate you. Because I do hate you Jimmy, I hate your filthy guts. I wouldn't care if you died just like your father. I no longer want just a match with you Jimmy. I want the most lethal match possible. I want the most dangerous match possible. We will find such a match Jimmy. We will find a match that will almost guarantee one of us cannot continue a career in this business afterword."
Orton buries his face in his hands, but only temporarily, he quickly looks back up. His face now blood red, the veins in his head appear as if they are about to explode.
"If I could....if I could get my hands on you right now Gimmick. If I could get my hands around your neck, I'd strangle the life out of you. I was supposed to take this time to vent my frustration at FCW management. I was going to highlight the fact that even though management is supposed to be impartial, they are playing favorites and getting involved. They are trying to tear Legacy apart, and that is a partisan outrage."
"But how can I even think about that right now? How can I get you out of my head for a moment Gimmick? I can't. I long for the opportunity to get you in that ring. What you did Gimmick was an act of jealousy. You couldn't stand the fact that I had a perfect relationship with my father. You couldn't stand the fact that he made me a winner. Most of all Gimmick, you couldn't stand the fact that he loved me."
"Because you never had that with your father. He looked at you as a mistake Gimmick. He was sorry he ever had such a spineless, weak, failure of a son. He hated the fact that you were all he had to carry on the family name. He regretted you Jimmy. Who could blame him. Only you Gimmick, could screw up a life that sees you a millionaires son with all the opportunities in the world. In a different life we may have gone to private school together."
"Your father hated you Gimmick. Everyone that I have seen come in contact with you hates you Gimmick. You are like a disease, you are unwanted. Unloved. You have no place in this world. In fact, you'd be doing us a favor if you hurled yourself out a window. If you splattered yourself on the pavement like your father. Of course, not before I get my chance to rob you of the one thing in life you may have at least been able to make a decent living at."
"I told you before that this was more than a match Gimmick. It was personal because you had forced me to break my concentration on the world title to face you. Well, it's much more personal now. It's at a whole new level now. I don't joke, or exaggerate when I say I am going to try my damnedest to kill you. At Anarchy, the result is of little consequence to me. My only goal is to destroy you. It suits me just fine if Seifer Blacke pins Alexander Parise for the win."
"Parise, last week I played the game. I went along with it. This week the tone has changed. You will receive no help whatsoever from me. My only target is Gimmick. I won't be tagging in or out. I will be taking his head off, and yours too Parise if you hinder me in any way. Now, have some respect and get these damn cameras outta here!"
Orton raises a hand to the camera and within seconds the scene fades.
The chapel is devoid of the usual crying, praying, desperate people, instead only FCW's own Randy Orton sits in a chair. The room is eerily dim, capturing Orton who sits with his hands on his chin, in deep contemplation. The look on his face is a mixture of emotions, perhaps the most discernible being rage. Orton stares off into space, only he knowing what thoughts race through his mind.
As the camera zeroes in on his face, Orton speaks, "In this life, things sometimes happen, that we've always known could, yet never really imagine will. With success comes many enemies. Enemies who will do whatever it takes to destroy you. I have always known this, and for that very reason I have forsaken friendship, forsaken anything that could be seen as a weakness."
"But I made a mistake. A costly mistake. A stupid mistake. I lost focus, I lost sight of that despicable, vile, rodent known as Jimmy Gimmick. I lost sight of him and never once thought that he would commit such a loathsome act. My father, the legendary "Cowboy" Bob Orton always told me to never fear someone involving him because he could handle himself. What was he to do as his home was invaded? What was he to do against a lead pipe?"
"Gimmick, I can barely find the words to describe how much I despise you. How much I hate you. Because I do hate you Jimmy, I hate your filthy guts. I wouldn't care if you died just like your father. I no longer want just a match with you Jimmy. I want the most lethal match possible. I want the most dangerous match possible. We will find such a match Jimmy. We will find a match that will almost guarantee one of us cannot continue a career in this business afterword."
Orton buries his face in his hands, but only temporarily, he quickly looks back up. His face now blood red, the veins in his head appear as if they are about to explode.
"If I could....if I could get my hands on you right now Gimmick. If I could get my hands around your neck, I'd strangle the life out of you. I was supposed to take this time to vent my frustration at FCW management. I was going to highlight the fact that even though management is supposed to be impartial, they are playing favorites and getting involved. They are trying to tear Legacy apart, and that is a partisan outrage."
"But how can I even think about that right now? How can I get you out of my head for a moment Gimmick? I can't. I long for the opportunity to get you in that ring. What you did Gimmick was an act of jealousy. You couldn't stand the fact that I had a perfect relationship with my father. You couldn't stand the fact that he made me a winner. Most of all Gimmick, you couldn't stand the fact that he loved me."
"Because you never had that with your father. He looked at you as a mistake Gimmick. He was sorry he ever had such a spineless, weak, failure of a son. He hated the fact that you were all he had to carry on the family name. He regretted you Jimmy. Who could blame him. Only you Gimmick, could screw up a life that sees you a millionaires son with all the opportunities in the world. In a different life we may have gone to private school together."
"Your father hated you Gimmick. Everyone that I have seen come in contact with you hates you Gimmick. You are like a disease, you are unwanted. Unloved. You have no place in this world. In fact, you'd be doing us a favor if you hurled yourself out a window. If you splattered yourself on the pavement like your father. Of course, not before I get my chance to rob you of the one thing in life you may have at least been able to make a decent living at."
"I told you before that this was more than a match Gimmick. It was personal because you had forced me to break my concentration on the world title to face you. Well, it's much more personal now. It's at a whole new level now. I don't joke, or exaggerate when I say I am going to try my damnedest to kill you. At Anarchy, the result is of little consequence to me. My only goal is to destroy you. It suits me just fine if Seifer Blacke pins Alexander Parise for the win."
"Parise, last week I played the game. I went along with it. This week the tone has changed. You will receive no help whatsoever from me. My only target is Gimmick. I won't be tagging in or out. I will be taking his head off, and yours too Parise if you hinder me in any way. Now, have some respect and get these damn cameras outta here!"
Orton raises a hand to the camera and within seconds the scene fades.
Reading this makes my ass look worse than I already am 