Randy Orton, Legend Killer

01 [ The Real Randy Orton ]

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SCENE ONE
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We are only a day or so away from the very first Pure Wrestling Entertainment TV show. The card is packed with talent and who knows what is going to happen by the end of the night. We can see that we are backstage in the arena, we see a few superstars floating around. We pass men like Edge, who looks a little pissed off to say the least. We take a step into a locker room, there is a man standing in wait.

Randy Orton.

He stands wearing the finest suit that money can buy and a wide grin to match it. He looks pretty fly as the camera comes a little closer to Orton, he rubs his chin for a moment. It seems there is something that is on his mind and he wants to let us in on it.

Randy Orton: I got a problem.

He paces from side to side for a moment, we can only guess as to what his problem could possibly be.

Randy Orton: We are less then one day away from the very first event, the big one.. The one event that everyone wants to make that lasting impression on for the simple reason, this could make you and it could also break you just as easy.. I have had some time to myself, I have gone over it inside of my head and I came to a conclusion.

He goes from a seemingly calm mood to a rather angry mood in an instant.

Randy Orton: I need to team with Ric Flair, what the hell is that all about? I'm Randy Orton, I am a third generation superstar.. I'm not carrying Ric Flair through this match, this is my time.. This is my year, the year of the Legend Killer, do you really think that I want to be teaming with a has-been like Ric Flair?

He continues to pace back and forward, his mood getting worse as he continues to talk about it.

Randy Orton: I don't need anyone.. Flair isn't fit to lace my damn boots, it's time he moved on.. Still, they want to place me in this match? I'm sorry.. That's just not going happen.

He shakes his head.

Randy Orton: I don't get it.. What do I have to do so that I gain the respect I deserve around here, take a look.. You got guys like Christian, what the hell has he ever done? Was he the youngest ever World Heavyweight Champion? I don't think so.. Oh, that's right.. I was.. So I ask the question once again - Why would you place me in a tag team match with Flair?

He smirks.

Randy Orton: Screw it.. You know what, they can forget all about that match because I.. won't be there.

He nods his head and mouth's " That's Right ".

Randy Orton: Flair doesn't deserve me as a partner, he can rot in hell for all I care.. Everyone knows that Randy Orton is the best damn thing this company will ever see, there isn't one superstar in the back capable of defeating me.. I don't care what Management want to say, what are they going to do, fire me? Get real, nobody in their right mind would get rid of Randy Orton.. They know just how valuable I am, how much of an asset I truly am.

He un-buttons his collar and moves his neck around, letting some air circulate around his body.

Randy Orton: That is exactly why nobody will let me go, they are scared.. Scared of how much better I can make the other company, it's the truth and you all know it.. It might hurt you to say but, I am just too valuable.. Face the facts, live with it.

The arrogant tone in his voice is ever present.

Randy Orton: I don't care for anyone in this company, every single person is a target for The Legend Killer.. It's all fine and well being a Legend but, it's even more sweet when your classed as a Legend Killer.. You name the Legend, it doesn't matter who it is.. I will beat them, it is as simple as that.. Flair likes to consider himself as a legend, don't you Ric? Sixteen time World Champion and all, please.. Is that supposed to actually impress anyone?

He begins to laugh.

Randy Orton: You deserve everything that is coming your way, I hope Hall and Nash destroy you tomorrow night.. Don't come calling my name Ric, I'll be sitting backstage watching your career being ended.

He composes himself.

Randy Orton: You can't blame me, your not the man you once were.. Countless times you are told, give it up and still.. You will not take a hint, idiot.. You can look on from your retirement home as my quest begins next week.. Where I will fight my way towards the World Heavyweight Championship, you know that it should be resting on my shoulder.

He taps his shoulder.

Randy Orton: This is not only a warning for you Ric, this is for everyone in the company.

Another smirk comes across his face.

Randy Orton: If anyone thinks they have what it takes, then.. Step right up to the plate, I dare you.. The Legend Killer Tour is only getting started, the names will pile up.. You will all be brushed aside, as I make my way to the top.. I hold your destiny in my hand and only I can decide when your time is up.

Go Randy.

Randy Orton: Your career's will all be ended.. Courtesy of me.

It's coming.

Randy Orton: Randy Orton.

Boom.

Randy Orton: LEGEND KILLER!

He strikes the " HEY! " pose and smirks as our scene slowly faces away.

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