Post by rko on Jul 13, 2010 14:51:00 GMT -5
A new face, he has found a new home. To be the new guy, to be that new face, there are often many questions that tend to arise, the questions that often are often about your feelings. Many people ask you; "how does it feel to be here?" Or other questions such as; "Did you ever think that you'd be here." This is what Randy was getting. He was getting that 21 question game, frankly, it would never wear away. There were always going to be people that wanted to know just what was going on in the mind of Randy Orton, seeing as how his mind was often hard to read. That is Randy Orton for you. The man who's mind is in no way shape or form decipherable.
Insert your little buddy Josh Matthews into the mix, and now we have this as some would say interview session. So here we stand, on the outside looking in as Josh Matthews holds up the microphone to his own mouth, his lips slightly curled as the words were just on the tip of his tongue.
Josh Matthews: Randy, let me be one of the many to welcome back to Raw. As I'm sure that there have been many, and plenty of people to welcome you here. I guess... I just wanted to jump on the bandwagon for a second there, but moving forth. Randy, what is on my mind, and I'm pretty sure it's on a lot of people's minds as well, and that is... just what are your thoughts on being back on Raw?
Randy Orton: My thoughts?
There is a brief sigh, which soon is followed by a pause. Randy looks down as he tucks in his lips, only to lick them to rid them of the increasing dryness.
Randy Orton: Josh... I pride myself off of being unreadable by most. It's what makes me as dangerous as I am, when I'm inside of the ring. Each, and every move that I make is well calculated, I plan them ahead of time, but what makes me so effective is my ability to show no signs... of anything. So when you ask me that question... I knew that it was to come, and it's all due to the ability that I just described to you a mere second ago. Anyways, to veer onto your question. My thoughts on being back on Monday Night Raw - they contain a feeling of relief, because now... I don't have to hide behind John Cena... The Undertaker, are WWE Champion CM Punk. Now, John and Undertaker, they are good friends of mine, but I know where I stood. I know that if it came to either me, or Undertaker... then they'd choose Undertaker. Now, there is nothing wrong with Undertaker, but inside of the ring, I'm better. My resume proves that. If you doubt me, then go look up the stats and then try to argue with me. But there will be no argument Josh. It's a crystal clear fact, that I'm better than The Undertaker. Now, I didn't come here with the intention to slander on the careers of both John Cena, and The Undertaker. That's not what I wanna do at all. Also, something else that I've been thinking since coming back to Raw, the place that has made me who I am, and that is... it shall be easy for me to take Raw... on my back, and run with it. Simply because they've got me going up against people like Sheamus. No disrespect intended towards him, but I'm just head, and shoulders better than him. I'm always going to be one step further, and a notch above him.
Randy takes this time to pause, after speaking a rather lengthy block of speech. He tilts his head to the side, squinting his eyes, the shiver is sent down the spine of Josh Matthews as the iciness that radiated from Randy transferred deeply upon Josh. With that being done, he reverts his attention from Josh, and looks down at his wrist as he rolls the wrist tape around his wrist. Focusing deeply on the task at hand. Without further reluctance Randy closes his eyes, as they open, his lightly shaded eyes are piercing within the being of Josh Matthews, this causes him to look away from Randy for a second, though his head has moved the microphone stayed in place underneath Randy's chin.
Randy Orton: Like I said though, it's nothing against Sheamus. I just have a clear understanding of where the line lays.
Josh Matthews: Okay Randy, but speaking of lines... there is a very thin line between two men, and that is Triple H, and CM Punk. Now, I'm pretty sure that that's another question that is on a lot of people's minds, the question is just... who would you side with Randy? Triple H or CM Punk?
Randy Orton: Throughout my career, I've ran through a lot of names, The Apex Predator... The Viper... The One Man Dynasty... and The Legend Killer. Correct me if I'm wrong though. Those two men are both legends, now Josh... how would it look if I were to join a team ran by legends? How would it look if I were to join a team in which basically half of the roster is on? Huh? I'd be tossed into the mix, now wouldn't I? That's not something I wanna do Josh. I want to stand out, I want to be different, and to be different it means to step off of that bandwagon, to be different, it's going to take a different approach. I'm not going to join either team. Instead, I'm going to create my own team. That team is Team Orton. If you want to stand behind me then fine, but know this... I work alone. I don't play nicely with others, they don't call me: The Viper, for nothing Josh. So once again, to instill it inside of your brain a little bit better, I... am... not... joining a... team. I don't see it necessary to join a team, in which I'm just going to be another statistic. I want to make an impact, as an individual. I don't want people to say, oh you remember when team CM Punk did - or do you remember when team Triple H did - NO. I want people to say... "You remember when Randy Orton single handedly destroyed Raw, and made the whole brand get down on it's knees and plead for the grip to be loosened... just a little bit!" That's how I want to be remembered. So this whole Team Hogan thing, this whole big brand warfare... I want no part of it, as it pertains to joining a team beside my own. Does that answer your question Josh?
Josh Matthews: Yes it does, but I've got more questions for you Randy. Don't worry though, there aren't many more questions Randy. Just a few more and then you can be sent on your merry way.
There is a brief, and awkward silence in the air.
Josh Matthews: As you may or may not know, there is another group going around, this team that consists of Edge, and a few others. What are your thoughts on that whole team right there as a whole?
Randy Orton: As you may, or may not remember. Myself, and Edge... we had a team back in the day. We were known as Rated RKO. We were the most dominant thing on RAW, more dominant than Evolution ever was, and more dominant than any other team will ever be. The success that myself, and Edge encountered, is insurmountable. Believe me when I tell you that, but as for Edge... I have no idea of what they're capable of. Sure, Edge is known as this great legend around here, is he not? That doesn't say much though... it doesn't take much to be considered a legend in this industry anymore, all you need is for someone to like you enough to induct you in the hall of fame. It doesn't take much at all, so to say that he's a legend... a hall of famer, it's not screaming out to me. It doesn't grab my attention, but allow me to reiterate something for you Josh. I'm working alone. I'm picking up the one man dynasty once again. It's going to be me once again, just me. I've learned my lesson, I'm not going to go around, and put my trust in people, as I've learned... the only person that I can trust is the man that has been there for me all of my life. The man that has looked out for me, ever since my birth, the man that I know I can confide in, in the end, and I can guarantee you, that it isn't Edge. It's me. I can count on myself to be there, and I can count on myself to push me, to the top where I need to be! Do you understand where I'm getting at Josh...? Do you hear me clearly enough now? I'm by myself... I came into this brand, by myself... I'm going to go throughout my stay here alone, I don't need anyone, I've never needed anyone, I've gotten this far in my career without help, I don't need it - but sometimes it's a pleasure to have around because it loosens the workload at times, but I am more than capable of dealing with things by myself, and on my own terms Josh. I'm pretty sure that they'd all love to have me on their side, but the truth that will always stand is, I stand on no side but my own... it's a war, and I'm in it... to win it.
Randy looks down at his wrist tape, he has now finished rolling it around his wrists to his satisfaction. He stops rolling for a second, and he gives Josh one last look with his head slightly tilted downward still. Randy rips the tape with authority, and lightly tosses it to the side, after doing so he stands up tall looking down at Josh. He then speaks out in his deep monotonic voice.
Randy Orton: Head out... now.
With that being said, Josh left the premises as quickly as he possibly could. Randy watched him leave hurriedly, it made Randy smirk a bit at the overwhelming showing of fear within him. If Randy loved something more than life itself, it would be striking fear in others. It made him laugh, to see one person scurry, and nearly shit a brick right where they stand was something that he enjoyed more than anything. The grin on his face didn't last for long though, it was soon wiped away from his face as he took a few steps forward in the direction similar to the one Josh took. The camera followed in front of Randy as the cameraman backpedaled to get Randy's face on camera fully. Whilst doing so, a small Raw graphic appeared in the lower right hand corner, next to it appeared next, which could only mean one thing. The show was just about to get a dose of something that it has lost, something that it desperately needs in order to survive, and it is a dose of poisonous venom.
Stay Tuned.
After Raw
12:00 AM
The locker room area is quiet, the ruckus is over, and the arena is empty. These are the times where a superstar can truly calm himself down, and finally sit down to think. Think about what's going on in his life, and to just be at one with himself, as if he were meditating. In this exact situation, Randy Orton was there. Standing in his locker room, wearing a black t-shirt, and black mesh basketball shorts, topped off with a white pair of Nike running shoes. A duffel bag around his shoulder as if he were in a sling, something he has grown all too familiar with over the years.
Leaving the room, he found himself standing in a narrow hallway, lost of life. He would turn to his left, walking down a lonely road it seemed. Not much time after starting the stroll, he pulls his cell phone out of his pocket, and begins to scroll through it's many features, including the ever-so popular text messaging feature. He got a lot of messages, but from nobody of real interest. In the distance though, he could hear the rumbling of wheels against the cold, and hard concrete floor. Obviously there were still many crew workers alive in the vicinity, they were packing up the essentials, and getting ready to hit the road again. It's a busy industry.
Faintly, he could hear the slight pitter patter of feet behind him. Someone was running toward him. Stopping in his tracks, turning on the heels of his feet, he sees the little girl that he fell in love with the minute she was born. He drops down to one knee, and embraces in a big hug with Alanna, his daughter of course.
Alanna Maria Orton: DADDY!
Randy holds Alanna, and engages himself in a joyous laugh.
Randy Orton: Hey baby...
He lets go of her, but keeping a gentle grip on her shoulders as he looked her in the eyes.
Randy Orton: Where's mommy?
She didn't even utter a word, she just pointed behind her, and soon Samantha faded into view as she appeared in the winding hallway. Once she came into view, Randy stood himself up, and brushed off his knees just in case there were traces of any dirt that may have gotten on him. As Samantha came closer to Randy, they embraced in Randy's second hug of the night. Even though Samantha, and Randy were going through their rough patch, they still knew that they loved each other, plus it was a nice little show for Alanna. They couldn't act like they were fighting in front of their baby girl. She would question them, she would wonder, and they just didn't want her to have to deal with it right now. They sucked up whatever problems they had with each other for right now, and they made this about family time.
Randy Orton: Who'd you leave the boys with?
Samantha Orton: Who else besides your parents Randy? They're the only people that we really trust with our kids.
Randy Orton: That's true.
Samantha Orton: Although we did trust that one girl when we wen-
Randy Orton: Don't even remind me about that.
They both laughed, something that seemed to be such a lost cause between the two of them. It seems as though, they've been arguing more than they've been trying to laugh, and think about the fun times, and the things that just made them laugh in unison. The stupid things they laughed about to say the least. They winded down from their little session of laughter, Randy's attention that was placed on Samantha had been grabbed by Alanna momentarily, as they began to all walk together.
Randy Orton: And just what exactly are you still doing up?
Samantha Orton: She wanted to stay up, and see her father.
Randy Orton: As soon as we get to the hotel room, I'm gonna tuck you in, alright? It's way past your bedtime. Now, mommy was nice enough to let you stay up... but daddy is gonna be the mean guy, and make you go to bed. You need your rest if you're gonna grow up to be nice, and healthy like your dad.
Alanna Maria Orton: 'K!
Randy then stopped, and picked up Alanna, he held her by his side. Even though she was about to be two years old, and could walk, and run, Randy still treated her like a baby. He loved to baby her. She was daddy's little girl still, even if he, and Samantha were going through problems. Nothing could take Alanna away from him, and when nothing is said as it pertains to this, it absolutely means nothing. To say that he loved her, would be an understatement.
Samantha Orton: Keep on pickin' her up, and she's gonna be spoiled.
Randy Orton: We spoil this girl enough already... it's nothing new.
They were just now making their way into the parking lot. The cold atmosphere hit them quickly, like a bullet. Catching Randy's attention rather quickly. Alanna held onto her father tighter than she had before, trying to get closer to Randy for warmth. Samantha walked behind the both of them slightly, rubbing her biceps with her hands, trying to warm herself up with the friction created between her skin. Randy spotted his car, and clicked the starter, they could hear the beep from where they stood as he unlocked the doors. Samantha then picked up her pace slightly, and walked in front of Randy a bit. Catching Randy's attention, he looks over at Samantha, and sighs. There was once a time where he could wrap his arm around her, and everything would be fine. He could probably still do it now, but it'd be somewhat misleading. He still didn't know what he wanted. He was so confused by everything, but she looked cold to Randy, it gave him a good reason to do so.
He walked beside her, and wrapped his arm around her, she quickly retaliated, and showed a great response instantaneously, as she cuddled up to Randy as well. It was almost as if she were waiting for Randy to do something with how fast she had reacted to his action. Randy could feel a smile creep upon his face, but he held it back. The thing that still remained was the love for Samantha. Would it ever really disappear? Sit back, and think about that. Ask yourself that, look at the situation. Have you ever found yourself in this situation? With someone that you love, with someone that you're arguing with, on the verge of calling it off with, do you still feel that love, that connection? The urge to just go back to the way things were? When Randy was with Samantha, when they weren't arguing, it just felt so right.
Some of it was also to feed Alanna an illusion, but most of it was real.
Randy Orton: Alright, can you take her, and put her in the car while I put these bags in the trunk?
Sam nodded her head, and as Randy turned to look at Alanna before removing her from his side, he noticed that she was sleeping. He would have to be extra cautious with this girl, she became very irritable when it came to her, and sleep. The last thing Randy would want to do is wake her up at this moment.
Handing her over to Samantha gently, the goal is accomplished. It wasn't much longer until they reached the car, once they did though, Samantha got Alanna inside of the car seat that was in the backseat that had been requested by Randy, surprisingly they gave it to him, because Randy was taking a shot in the dark when he asked for one at the rental car place. He knew that Sam, and Alanna were going to be visiting him, so it was a good thing that he had gotten prepared before hand. As Randy loaded the car with his bags, he shut the trunk.
Randy Orton: Is she in there good?
Samantha Orton: As good as it's gonna get.
Randy Orton: Good enough.
Silence struck the atmosphere. Samantha got inside of the car, and soon followed Randy. Turning the key, the engine roared, Randy looked over to Samantha for a minute with a blank stare that held his face hostage as he looked at her. She raised her eyebrow as Randy looked at her. The look of ultimate confusion.
Samantha Orton: What?
Randy Orton: Just thinking..
Samantha Orton: About?
The last time Randy told Samantha what he was thinking it landed the both of them inside of this huge argument which ultimately led to their somewhat break up, if you could call it that. So far, it would be considered as a break from one another. You know, where you spend some time away from someone to gather your thoughts, and what not. Randy held his silence, leaving Samantha in suspense.
Samantha Orton: You gonna tell me?
Randy Orton: Yeah, once Alanna is tucked in bed.
Randy shakes his head, the constant questioning from Samantha these days was getting on his nerves, it was an annoyance. Randy hated being questioned period, but he knew that Samantha had a right to know certain, if not everything that went on in his life. So he didn't really show his annoyance, he just dealt with it. He understood, because if the shoe was on the other foot, then he'd be doing the same exact thing that Samantha is doing right now.
The rest of the car ride was filled with stares, and silence that swept over the two of them. The silence that just built up the intensity between the two of them. Randy would scratch his head every so often, and Samantha would yawn. These actions were ways to capture the attention of the other. That's what they were, they were attention grabbers. Both of them looking for a way to get a stare out of the other. They craved the attention, but sometimes it was nice to see the slight twinkle in the other's eye. That same twinkle that you grew to love on the first date, when you looked the other in the eye as they said their vows to you.
It wasn't too long before they came to the hotel, of course there were plenty of hotels near the arena. Having a hotel near an arena was a smart thing to do, as there would be many people far, and wide coming to events, and looking for a place to stay. Arenas made money for more than just themselves, but for those surrounding them as well. As they parked in the hotel parking lot, Randy got out of the car, and popped the trunk, allowing him to receive his bags, meanwhile Samantha got Alanna out of the car as smoothly as she could possibly succeed in doing the task. As Randy made his way through the lobby of the hotel room, there were plenty of people that pointed at Randy. It wasn't a shock to Randy at how many people were still gathered in the lobby at this time. Mostly they were kids who found joy in running around the hotel, playing tag, and hide and seek. Randy knew that it was one of his favorite activities when he stayed at a hotel, when he was a kid.
They checked in, it was an easy process, it didn't take too long. They were then handed the key to the room, and they were sent on their way. Of course after given brief directions to their room. You can't expect for them to know where they were going right from the start. The people that were in the lobby just stood there, and watched Randy walk past them with his bags. Of course Randy acknowledged them, and gave them a wave, but they had enough respect for him to stay quiet as they saw Samantha right next to him with Alanna in her arms, as Alanna lay there out like a light bulb.
For that, Randy admired them. There were the fans that Randy loved, and the fans that Randy would love nothing more than to choke. These were the fans that were safe as it pertained to Randy. He, and Samantha continued their long walk to their room, eventually coming to the elevator. As soon as Randy pushed the button, the doors opened. Everything was going smoothly so far. Alanna didn't wake up, and they weren't arguing. They were both too exhausted to argue right now anyways, which would lead them both to question themselves with this; "if I weren't so damn tired right now, and if Alanna weren't asleep, would we be arguing?" It's something that shall be answered on a later date though.
**
"It's a long way from home. The place that I know better than any other, if only I knew other things just as well. If only I truly knew myself as well. These days I find it hard to get in touch with myself. I'm confused, I cannot read my own thoughts, I don't know what I want. What is wrong with me? I've never been this confused in my life, nor have I ever wanted to be this confused in my life. It's a long way from who I used to be. The loving father, and the loving husband. What do I want in life? I know that I want Samantha to be placed somewhere within the confines of my life, but where exactly? Where is she to be placed? Where is she to be held? If I can't fit her in my heart, then where else could she possibly be scrunched?"
"This isn't me. But as it seems, I forgot who I was a long time ago. As recollected memories would tell me, I've been confused way before this, but this is a different thing. I'm confused as to my love life, this is a first for me. I don't like the confusion, I just wish that it would end. I just wish that it would go away, but for something to go away, you've got to do something about it. To sit back, and wish.... nothing gets completed. I'm on this quest to find out who I truly am."
"How does someone go on about figuring out who they are without talking to someone who truly doesn't even know who you are. By that, I mean some psychiatrist who is reading off of what science tells them. I would like to think that I'm more complex than that. I would like to think that I know myself better than a sheet of paper, and a couple of scientists, and methods that are decades old. You think you know me? Well, shit if you do then fill me in, because I don't even know me. I can guarantee you this though, I highly doubt that you know who I am, and know what I want."
"I guess all will be revealed in due time, right?"
