Post by Randy Orton on Apr 23, 2009 1:59:15 GMT -5
There is an electricity in the air. The re-debut of FCW is drawing ever closer. Things are at a fever pitch. Some of the biggest names in the industry have signed their contracts, and entered their names into the race to be champion. This week Friday Night Anarchy has one of the most exciting cards in recent memory. FCW is quickly becoming the talk of the wrestling world.
FCW cameras are backstage, set to begin a series of interview with the talent, that will air on the website. The interviewer is standing in front of the camera, testing the equipment before he makes his way down the hall to conduct his first interview. Before he can do so however, Randy Orton spots him and approaches.
"I've got a few things to say."
The interviewer tries to plea his case.
"We're actually not ready to begin the interviews right now Randy, we...."
"Did I ask if you we're ready? Get ready!"
The interviewer motions for the camera crew to speed preparations up. As the light goes on he taps on his ear piece and then begins.
"I'm standing here with Randy Orton, who has a few things to get off his chest. So....."
Randy grabs the mic and also the interviewers hand, and stares into the camera,
"CM Punk, what the hell is wrong with you? You have the nerve to even insinuate that you could possibly beat me? You may have your little GI Joe tattoo, but life isn't a cartoon. FCW isn't a cartoon. This is reality Punk! And in reality, I am head and shoulders above you and every other person on this roster."
"You wanna come out here and cry about your father being a drunken bum? Nobody cares. Nobody cares that your father was a no good, alcoholic, piece of trash. Nobody cares that he crapped his life away. With a disappointment of a son like you, who could blame him for wanting to drown his sorrows. You know what Punk? You're an alcoholic too. Your genetically predisposed to it. I bet if one drop of vodka hit your tongue, you'd be stumbling around here like Scott Hall for the rest of your life."
"You know why you're the straight edge warrior? Because you're a coward. You're a filthy yellow bellied coward. You're afraid that with one drop of alcohol you'd be a no good lush, just like you're old man. You're afraid Punk, you're not in control. You're too weak to ever amount to anything. You're afraid of becoming like daddy."
"How can someone too afraid to face life, possibly compete with a superstar of my caliber? How can you even dream of comparing yourself to the hottest commodity in this business? Punk you're living in a fantasy land. These fans and the FCW staff employees may like you, and try to build you up, but at the end of the day, you're just a child hiding in the corner, watching your drunk father beat your mother. You're pathetic.
"You come out and issue challenges, and set up matches. You wanna have a confrontation with The Undertaker, and agree to face him? Punk you shouldn't make any plans further than your match with me. Because you are going to be stepping into the ring with greatness personified. You're going to be stepping into the ring with the next FCW world champion."
"It isn't even about you Punk. It's about me. It's about the single most talented individual in this company getting what he rightfully deserves. You have succeeded in making me angry. You have succeeded in making me look forward to our match. But, only because a little insignificant nothing like you should never pretend that he has a chance against the greatest professional wrestler alive today."
"This week CM Punk, next week the world. My mind is on one thing, and it's that gold strap that's just waiting to be placed around the waist of it's rightful owner. Make no mistake about it. There is no one in FCW capable of beating me. No one."
With those words Randy finally lets go of the mic, and the interviewers hand as he walks away.
The interviewer massages his hand as Orton leaves, and looks into the camera.
"Well, that was Randy Orton. He looks ready to go."
