Legendary Achievements :-
Only WWA U.S. Champion [x1]
- XWA World Champion[[x2]
- XWF World Champion[x4] -
XWF I.C. Champion[x3] - Raw
XWF Tag Team Champion [x2] -
WCWF World Champion[x1]
- WCWF I.C. Champion[x2]
- WCWF Tag Team Champion[x2]
- WCWF Hall Of Fame
NEW T.V Champion[x1] -
EWF World Champion [x1] -
EWF I.C. Champion[x1]
- 1st WWFA I.C. Champion[x1] -
#1 Smackdown Draft Pick[x1] -
#1 Contender For SD Championship[x1]
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The Diamond In The Rough .. MR
DESTINY: Randy Orton
Hey!... Hey! ... Hey!
(HEY!)
Nothing you can say. (say!)
I gave and you take and I waited for you but I made a mistake.
(HEY!)
Nothing you can say. (say!)
(HEY!)
Nothing you can say. (say!)
Its not too often that the wrestling industry is blessed with a TRUE franchise athlete. Every brand has its band of superstars, the crowd favorites and the ones you love to hate. That has always been the chemical make up of every wrestling company. But it isn't everyday where one man, one wrestler, one franchise athlete epitomizes the wrestling industry as a whole. It isn't everyday that an athlete of such caliber and charisma walks into your office and signs a contract. You cannot even call these men franchise players, that was just the beginning for them, wrestlers like these have immortalized their names and legacies with this business. Bret 'The Hitman' Hart,'The Great One' The Rock, Stone Cold Steve Austin, and of course the man thats been the Icon of Wrestling for the past quarter of a decade, 'The Immortal' Hulk Hogan. When these men walked out from behind those curtains, when their theme music was blasting over the P.A. system, there was a certain electricity that circulated through out the whole arena, you just knew, there was an aura, an aura of greatness, you knew you were now witnessing an ERA of Greatness right before your own very eyes. For atleast a decade now, there's been a void, there hasn't been that one man who had the charisma, the the in ring skills, and that IT factor and no matter if they loved or hated you, they had to give him the damn respect he deserved...
Slowly a imgage of Randy Orton appears and he convincingly utters these words...not just mere words, but a promise...
Mr. Destiny' Randy
Orton: AND I'M GONNA TAKE WHATS MINE
Days...Months...Years...the torch has been passed and circulated through so many names, but it seems everytime the torch was passed onto someone, the flames were just to hot for them to handle carrying the business on their back...from the likes of Edge, JBL, and even John Cena couldn't handle it. There's been wrestlers who have come and gone, there's been wrestlers who have dubbed themselves such names as "the Cerebral Assasin, A Wrestling God, The Whole F'n Show, The King of Kings...The King...
We've heard these names come and go, titles placed upon men by their own witty mouths, but rarely do they ever truly live up to the names. Now we're blessed with another jackass who's claimed himself as "the King" and you wouldn't guess who it is this time.
The Destiny of Wrestling's TRUE Royalty
As our scene opens up, our ears are greeted first with the beautiful sounds of a horn, almost as if announcing that we are about to be in the prescence of royalty. As the image begins to appear, we are making our way up a nicely curved pair of stairs and as we make our way up the stairs we see numerous championship titles and plaques and awards on both sides and as we finally make it to the top of the stairs, we are greeted by an insane big portrait of Randy Orton, posing after a victory,
A s soon as he opened the doors, he pretty much did an immediate rewind and paced back inside and closed the doors and immediately swung them back open again and once again greeted us with that familiar call "WHOOO!" he fixes his hair, struts a few steps out the room and just in case we didn't get the feel the first time he greeted the world for a third time and made sure you heard him loud, clear, and long..."WHOOOOOOOO!!!" and there was just no possible way you could not know that the Nature Boy was alive, kick'n and certainly profilin'. The Nature Boy of course was dressed from head to toe in the finest suite that money can buy, Flair once again fixes his hair after strutting up and down and straightens himself out and he then looks down stairs at the camera and gives you that million dollar Na'tcha Boy smile that you just didn't question, you just knew there was something crazy brewing up. Flair makes his way past the Championship titles and awards and as he's walking we're making our away back up the stair case and we meet the Nature Boy right at the big Randy Orton portrait and as the camera focuses on Flair, Ric Flair looks at the picture and looks right back in the camera with a smirk on his face, he does this once more and finally he silently convinces the camera to admire Randy Orton. And as soon as the camera falls in love with the portrait, it goes back to Ric Flair looking at the picture and he lets us in on what is going through the mind of the Nature boy.
' the Nature Boy' Ric Flair: Mistah' WHOOO!!! DESTINY! The Legend Killer baby! Randy WHOOO!!! RKO WHOOO!!! ORTON! Championship Wrestling Entertainment, you just found the only man...no no no! You have just found the only Legend, you have just found the only Immortal fit to carry you, fit to pick up the ball with just one hand and carry this business to places the likes of Hulk Hogan, WHOOO!!!, Steve Austin,WHOOO!!!, even the likes of the Na'tcha Boy couldn't imagine baby! March Twenty Third, Thursday Night Turmoil,WHOOO!!! when the sun goes down and the moons goes up and it'll be time for one star to shine far brighter and rise so far above all the rest, you better come prepared with your shades my friends, because my man, Randy Orton isn't just here to steal the show...oh no, Randy Orton will blind you! Juven-who?! Stevie Richards?! WHOOO!!! let it be know baby, the train stops here, and noone else is getting a ride! It's the STYLIN'WHOOO!!!, PROFYILIN' EXPRESS!
As Ric Flair jives and struts in excitement of his own word, and you must admit the man knows how to sell his words to you, a god-like stature could not be ignored in the background and without saying any word the man's presence distracts you from even the likes of Ric Flair who's still strutting his stuff. We slowly pan away from Ric Flair and when complete focus is on this well dressed man we can now see that it is the man of the hour himself, the man with countless personas, The Legend Killer, The Diamond In The Rough, Mr. RKO, Mr. Destiny himself. Orton's standing right infront of some of his Championship titles and awards he's won over the years and we once again get a glimpse of the Million Dollar Championship and the NEW Television Championship, but Orton's eyes are nowhere near those titles. He hasn't even moved or made a sound, he's just there staring at the WWE World Heavyweight Championship and it is almost like he's caught in a trance. His eyes aren't going anywhere else, his mind obviously on one thing, and this scene cannot be confused for anything else. We've just witnessed ' the Man' praise this young man infront of us, this man that's been labeled the Future of this industry ever since he laced his boots up. Orton is already in the zone, he already knows what he is, he already know what he can do, in his mind, it is a given, but Championship Wrestling Entertaintment is his stage, his battleground, it is about that time where you have to put up or shut up...there is no doubt about it, he wants to carry that torch and as we've fallen into a trance ourselves watching this God-Like stature stare into this Championship belt, thinking what his fate is, his voice snaps us out of it...
'MR DESTINY' Randy
Orton: ...Destiny...It's what you are, it's what you do, it's what you make it. I've seen it all, I've been there and back...I've had the sweetest taste between these two lips. Do you know what gold tastes like? You HAVE NO IDEA, you just cannot realize the sweetness of blood, sweat, tears all mixed with the taste of that gold on your lips. It's been over a year, it's been months, it's been weeks! And I still have that taste in my mouth, it makes my blood bubble, it makes my heart beat just that much longer and stronger than the next man, it gives me that last gasp of air just to get that one perfect 'RKO'in to finish what I started and believe me, no lawn mowing, boarder hopping, midget and definately no self-proclaimed King is going to be able to knock that tast out...the notion itself should not be allowed. This isn't a game, there isn't a damn victory in getting a few cheap pops, there's no true satisfaction in knowing you gave it your all and there sure as hell isn't no way this thirst gets quenched because you gave the people in the seats a good show, contrary to what you hear...nobody really does it for the cheers, NOONE! When you sign your name on that paper, the goal is clear, what you want to achieve is the same thing that every body on that roster was thinking about when they signed their life over to Ted DiBiase, that Undisputed World Heavyweight Title was the only damn thing you had on your mind and anyone who tells you differently is kidding themselves.
Orton pauses for a moment, puts his hand on his chin and rubs it alittle bit as if he just got struck with a brilliant idea and he's planning to keep it a secret from the rest of the world. Orton's smirk spoke a thousand words and before he even revealed what was going on behind those eyes of his, Ric Flair struts his way into the scene and Orton's smirk becomes a little chuckle as Flair starts jiving and ranting on...
' the Nature Boy' Ric Flair: Sixteen time WHOOO!!! SIXTEEN TIME! World Heavyweight Champion! Who can stop us? Noone baby! Randy Orton, is the Ric Flair of today, Mistah WHOOO!!! RKO! Is the MAN! Look carefully because you are looking at the King without a crown and it's just about that time... WHOOO!!! its about that time for wrestlings only Royalty to take his rightful seat on his thrown!
The scene begins to fade out as Randy Orton finally turns away from the Championship title and he puts his arm around Ric Flair as they make their way back into the office to discuss whatever brilliant idea just struck Randy Orton while he was in a trance looking at that WWE World Championship and as the scene fades all the way out we hear one last final WHOOO!!! from the Nature Boy. It just no question in everyones mind that there is just something that we don't know. Randy Orton and Ric Flair together is just too much for the mind to handle, there will always be more to the story when these two are involved and we're just going to have to wait for everything to unfold.
The Quest For The Holy Grail
We've heard it all before, the fairy tales, the stories that captured all of our imaginations, from Lord of the Rings Triology to the numerous stories of King Arthur and Merlin. Bite sized men becoming god-like giants in a simple chance, by being in the right place at the right time. Men who knew when it was the right time to capatalize on their dreams, even if it would only be for a short term.Who could have possibly believed a little peasant like Arthur would only have to pull a sword out of rock to be crowned King of all the lands. It is almost like when Edge put his money where his mouth was and beat John Cena right after an Elimination Chamber match to become the Heavyweight Champion. Of course he lost just two weeks later because he was just simply in the right place at the right time. Championship Wrestling Entertainment is now in search of it's own fairy tale ending, in search of someone to take his place on the throne on top of the mountain but there's a little problem...there's already a few men who are self-proclaimed Kings, but Thursday Night Turmoil will be when we begin to see who reveals themselves as a true Champion, fit to wear the crown that every single name on the roster wants...
Once again, our ears are greeted with the sounds of horns
that indicate the prescence of royalty, but this time soon after we hear the sound of horses galloping and as the scene fades up slowly, the more clear the image got, the louder and closer the horses sounded. As the picture got clear, we see two horses gallop right past the camera and a bunch of dust fogs up the screen. When the dust finally settles, the camera looks up and we see a big sign that says Medieval Times and the scene slowly fades away and when it fades in again, we're in an arena, the Medieval Times arena. An empty arena, nothing but a shell of ghosts. But in the middle of the arena stood a rock with a shiny object sticking out of it. It was silver and seemed to have a golden handle that caught your eye from no matter whereever you stood in the arena As we look through the arena, up and down, almost in search for the nearest signs of life, we hear the horses again...closer...and closer...and closer until we heard nothing. The camera slowly turns around and behind us stood a mountain of an image, which spoke louder than any word. A beautiful white stallion was standing right there and riding high and mighty on top of it is Mr. Destiny himself, Randy Orton. He slowly lifts one leg up and then in a swift motion, hops off the horse and the horse just stood there, nice and sound. Orton's in a dress shirt, but still looked like he was ready for business, sleeves rolled up and the three top buttoms of his white shirt were unbuttoned. He smirks for a second and we follow him as he makes his way towards the object in the middle of arena as he spoke in a tone that carried us right behind him.
'MR DESTINY' Randy
Orton: Contrary to belief, my destiny was not written by my father or my grandfather. I know we would like to believe that Randy Orton got his way into this business because he had a big name and a pretty face...well being a handsome devil did help but that's besides the point...
While we've gotten considerably closer to the object, we've been reassured that it was a gorgeous sword with a golden handle sticking out of a big rock, reminiscent to King Arthur's tale. As Orton makes his way right next to the rock, he stares at it for a bit as he paces himself around the rock, we continue to be carried by his voice...
'MR DESTINY' Randy
Orton: My father and grandfather did not do a damn thing that helped me get to where I am, six years in the business, tweny six years old and Randy Orton is his own name, his own man, Randy Orton's destiny was sketched out by none other than himself! And this is not a fairy tale your gonna be telling your kids about, because in this case, the BAD GUY COMES OUT ON TOP! I've spent my whole life in wrestling, I've watched the giants and god's of this industry go at it my whole life...hell, I've even put a few of their careers six feet underground. Believe me I know what the reality of things are...but it seems Stevie Richards with the help of the Blue Meanie is lost somewhere in between King Arthur and Alice In Wonderland. Sorry to break it to ya' fella, but Merlin won't be in the ring to save your ass and your blue haired freak doesn't have enough pixie dust in his hair to even cut me down a centimeter. There's no knights of the round table, there's just one squared circle, you, me, Juventude and a little something we call destiny. The facts speak for themselves, look at my body of work, hell just look at this body...what makes you think...where the hell do you even begin get the notion that you can step into my domain and seriously believe that you can elevate yourself onto my level..?
He finally stops pacing around the rock and just stands infront of it, just staring at it, almost as if he's sizing it up and that's exactly what he's doing as he continues to speak, (don't get too perverted here, just read)he grabs the handle of the sword, but doesn't pull it...
'MR DESTINY' Randy
Orton: ...Do you really believe that two weeks from now, you'll be in the right place when you enter that ring? This isn't just pulling a sword out of a rock...'king' richards, what a joke! You should look at this as your crowning moment, you should look at this match like it's your chance to pull King Arthur's first sword out of the rock...and your looking at the rock solid stature that you have to somehow pull a victory over and if you could somehow...by chance pull it off, the wrestling world would have no choice but to truly crown you as the King...it's just too bad because you are nowhere near Camelot. In reality my friend, the uncrowned King is who is destined to put your legend to rest, in reality Richards, your not looked even looked upon as a worthy adversary...your more along the lines of my own personal Jester. You see even in the fairy tales of King Arthur...he dies, his own son kills him but I won't give you that privledge...
Orton laughs out loud, amused with his own threat to Richards. He removies his hand from the sword and whistles, calling to the attention of the horse who was still standing where Orton left him. As the horse heard Orton's call, it made its way to where Randy was standing and as soon as the horse where Randy was standing, it stood behind Orton as Randy gently runs his hand on the horse's body almost as if praising it for listening and coming to him when he called as he continues to speak, but yet not paying much attention to the camera...
'MR DESTINY' Randy
Orton: You see, every name I was given...was just exactly that, earned...I was GIVEN these names. Just six years in the ring and I was proclaimed the ' The Legend Killer 'Every night I added another chapter to my Destiny, I got another page closer to the inevitable, every night I walked down that ramp and into my domain, the dream...my destiny came closer to becoming reality. I just didn't wake up one morning and decided that I was the Legend Killer, even though I was proclaimed that after I put Mick Foley out for good, it meant nothing to me until I beat the Undertaker on his own turf, his match, and buried him...like Rick said, I'm just the uncrowned King because time and time again I've proved and shown to everyone exactly why no matter how much you people LOVE to HATE me, I've always been money in the bank, I've always stood on top of the hill, hell I've stood on top of the bodies of the greatest to ever walk into this ring...and I'm suppose to prove my suppremacy against a Matador...Luchador, whatever the hell you call them! And a belly shirt wearing "king" that walks around with a goddamn circus...the situation isn't some storyline, story book, this isn't going to happen any other way but MY WAY, there will be no dreams coming true on Turmoil, there will be no David versue Goliath kind of ending on Thursday Night Turmoil will be a simple in ring walkthrough, no lessons taught, just business handled. Mr. Destiny is not here to waste his time with you, I'm not going to let you two rejects and your circus have anytime in my sunlight, its my time, my moment to shine and I'm just not the unselfish type that is willing to share the spotlight.
While Orton keeps talking, we walks around the horse to the otherside where you can't see him and we hear him pull something out and as he backs out from the otherside of the horse, we see nothing but his backside but his voice is still carrying us with the tone he's speaking in...
'MR DESTINY' Randy
Orton: You see, there's a new kingdom on the rise, Championship Wrestling Entertainment, this isn't exactly Camelot in the making and if you look up and down the roster, there's a few self-proclaimed Kings around here...but that's fine with me because I'll just have to play Lancealot and de-throne each and everyone of them one by one...Richard's your quest for the Holy Grail gets cut incredibly short on March twenty third and your destiny's already been decided...
As Orton finishes off the last word, in one fluid motion he spins around and we hear two metals clashing together as big sparks shoot out of the rock. In one smooth motion Orton just cut the sword in the rock in half with a sword he pulled out from the saddle of the horse he rode in on, this is symbolizing the ending of Richard's Camelot and his fairy tale reign as a "King" in his own mind and Orton just stands there, with the sword grasped tightly in his hands and he's looking down at the sword he cut in half on the floor and as he raises his head up, you can see and you can feel a little evil smirk rise on his face as he utters these last words ...
AND YOU JUST DON'T MESS WITH DESTINY..
Camelot, the most highest of kingdoms couldn't withstand the evils of the world, Steven Richards and the Royalty are not exactly Camelot and there won't be much of a fairy tale ending when you put Ric Flair's mind with Randy Orton's mind and abilities. Juventude is placed in this mix somewhere, but we all know that you just can't get in the way of Randy Orton's destiny.a
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and on the picture the words MR. DESTINY-WRESTLINGS ONLY TRUE ROYALTY-RANDY ORTON are engraved right below the picture. As we continue to take a tour of this monsterous house, who we can only assume belongs to Randy Orton, we walk by several Championship belts, like the WWE Intercontinental Title, the nEw Television Championship, and of course the WWE World Championship, we even walk by Randy's version of the Million Dollar Championship that he also held when he was the nEw Television Championship. We finally make our way back down the stairs in search of any sign of life inside of the house. As we finally make our down the stairs, we take another look all around and then your ears lead your eyes back up the stairs and as we plastered our eyes onto the two doors that meet right in the middle of the stairs they swing open and a golden haired man and you could immediately tell he was a ball of energy because as soon as he swung those doors open he belted a "WHOOO!" sound that was oh so familiar to the ear.