Post by rko on Jul 25, 2010 18:56:59 GMT -5
THE BATTLE ISN'T GETTING TO THE TOP
THE TRUE BATTLE IS STAYING DIRECTLY AT THE TOP
'...viperous predator...' RANDY ORTON: “READY.... AIM.... FIRE!”
"The battle has not yet been won. I can see the path dead ahead, right in front of me. The top is within my grasps. The army that I dragged along with me, they know that the battle isn't over just yet. They have a great deal of knowledge packed behind them, to the point where they've come to an understanding that, just because you're at the top doesn't mean the war or the battle is over. It now means that it's only just begun. It has now gone into full force, stepping away from the brief intermission you set the engine on, and we blast away. "We're at the top now, shall we stop firing?" No. We keep firing until all who try and surpass me, are dead and gone. The war is not over, the era has only just begun. The war is over once we fall off, and decide to quit."
"Although, I would like to think that there isn't an ounce of quit in me. I would like to think that I'm not going to give up, I'm right about that. For as long as I'm on top, I'm going to stay on top, because the drive that takes over my body, and the determination that I withhold in the moment that I realize that I am in control, it is far too overwhelming for anyone to handle. I'm too hot to touch, and too hard to handle. The top is looking mighty bright for me right now, and the competition is looking dull, as I bash their heads in, I look to establish myself as the main threat, I look to establish myself as the only survivor. In a land filled with dust, and debris, I stand above the rest, the war is now over, we can all go back home to the lives that we once lead, until I call you back for the second wave of destruction."
"Being on top, there is always going to be someone else coming at you, there is always going to be that person that drives at you with the velocity of a bullet, thinking that they can take you down, but they lack the intelligence to realize that I am in fact, impenetrable. Try to get past the hard exterior that I have so built up for me, but you can only go about it in a losing effort. I pride myself on being indestructible, on being invincible, on god mode. You cannot throw me off once I set my sights onto something, I have proved that with my recent conquest for gold, once I reinstated the Age of Orton. It's become quite apparent that I am unstoppable, this inner greed that I have for the gold is all the fuel that I need to continue on to decimate, and completely demolish the opposition. It's my destiny, and I'm a one man wrecking crew, redefining my destiny, and reaching to become the absolute overachiever. The One Man Dynasty... one man army, one man, one nation, one era, one goal, to become the best that this industry has ever laid eyes on."
"Step into the asylum, toss yourself a strait jacket, and step deeply into the deranged mind of Randy Orton. This is how you see me, at this point? Isn't it? Crazy? Stepping back into old roots, possibly due to the fact that I've come so close to my goal, that I've become obsessed with just gaining it. The closer I get, the more obsessed I become with it, the more infatuated I get, just with a mere glimpse of that belt, that title. What makes being champion so desirable? What makes me want this so bad? Why do I have this constant urge to reach out and grab that title? It symbolizes greatness, it sums up everything that I am. Call me crazy for being so fascinated by an inanimate object, but then again, how would you be if you walked a mile in my shoes? How would you react given the current circumstances that I find myself in?"
"Would you react quite like me, or would you travel down a different path? Sticking with your morals, and throwing out what benefits you in the end. Glancing out around the field, looking at those who are fallen, you find yourself to be the last one standing... living in eternal darkness, those who defeated you now parade over your corpse. It's all the difference between your methods, and my methods. Survival of the fittest is what I live by. Do anything to pick up victory, if it means doing something bad, then by all means, do it, just so you can have the upper hand in things. All of the greatest men at some point have committed their fair share of bad actions. It's what makes them stronger, it instills fear in most people. I instill fear in people because of my malicious acts that I commit. The people, they fear me. I love being feared, if anyone is going to feel anything toward me, and to my satisfaction, then it is going to be fear. Perhaps, I've been going about the wrong path all along. Perhaps, I've been doing this all wrong, this whole time."
"Doing what wrong you may ask. Everything. Having the people cheer me, and sticking up for those that I disliked in the first place. There are those few friends that I'd like to have stick around, but for the most part, I feel as if I've been walking backwards this whole time. The war hasn't progressed, it has been in a standstill, so here I stand... getting the upper hand, pushing the war in front of me, before me, and beyond that. Pushing it to levels that you cannot even begin to fathom. Just how am I going to push the war though? Just how am I going to rise above expectations, and in record breaking time? Going back to old roots, roots in which I didn't intend on coming back to for a while now, but so it seems I have relatively no choice but to, if I'm going to fulfill my duties, if I'm going to fulfill my destiny that has been put forth in front of me. With this mentality that I possess, I'm not going to be able to do much of anything."
"My friends, they are a distraction, the fans, they are a distraction. Everyone is a distraction, including my personal life. Perhaps, when I saw myself as a reflection in the mirror, and spoke out to me, my alter ego, was perhaps right when it said that I had too many distractions to move forward, that people around me were nothing but distractions that were keeping me from going on, and achieving great things. Sudden change? Well, I do pride myself off of being able to surprise just about anyone, with a swift, and sudden change of heart. Maybe this isn't me talking? Maybe it's these voices within my head? I don't care what they're saying, all I know is that the war has now begun, and now it is time for changes to come about, so that I can adapt. It's drastic, but it needs to be done. The war, has now officially begun, World War III.... get ready."
"good guys are a dime a dozen, but an aggressive leader is priceless."
**
'...viperous predator...' RANDY ORTON: “I'm goin' to tear him (jacob harrison) down limb from limb...”
Randy said to himself as he found his eyes fixated on his own reflection that laid within the mirror. Pushing his hands against his face, he buries his face in his palms. Letting out a deep breath, Randy turns on the faucet, and wipes his face down. Drenching his face with water, then exiting the bathroom quietly. As he leaves the bathroom he walks into the master bedroom, which had it's own bathroom, which is where Randy just came from. Upon entering the bedroom, he glances around, then placing his eyes upon Samantha. He rolls his eyes a bit. With that, Samantha jumps up from the bed, approaching Randy. She wraps her arms around him, he doesn't say anything.
Silence.
The silence captivates the room, whilst holding Randy, Samantha looks up and places this face of pure confusion across her face. Wondering just what is wrong with Randy today.
'...sweet like venom...' SAMANTHA ORTON: “Randy, what's wrong?”
'...viperous predator...' RANDY ORTON: “Complications...”
'...sweet like venom...' SAMANTHA ORTON: “With what?”
'...viperous predator...' RANDY ORTON: “This....”
His voice trails off.
'...sweet like venom...' SAMANTHA ORTON: “This what?”
She looks at Randy, worried as to what he's going to say.
'...viperous predator...' RANDY ORTON: “This.... marriage.”
'...sweet like venom...' SAMANTHA ORTON: “What is so complicated about it, Randy? I thought that we were doing so well? I thought that we were going to make this work for the babies?”
'...viperous predator...' RANDY ORTON: “Yeah, for the babies...”
Randy leaves the bedroom, and he rolls his eyes, finding himself going down the stairs, into the kitchen. Looking through the refrigerator. Samantha doesn't follow too far behind either, she walks up behind Randy, rubbing his back. A growl escapes from his mouth faintly, looking over his shoulder at Samantha. His eyes squinted and cold, sending a slight chill down Samantha's back. She was confused, as was Randy at the same time though, these feelings toward Samantha didn't arise until a few hours ago. He had the flashback about the whole cheating situation, and how he caught Samantha with another man. It was all that he thought about recently. He couldn't get it off of his mind.
Randy drops his shoulder and walks away from Samantha, heading into the family room area, without any reluctance, Samantha walked behind Randy. She was curious and wanted answers, she wanted answers sooner than later. This was all so sudden, who wouldn't be left out in the dark with a situation like this, especially when they think that everything is going so well. It's true though, on the outside things were going very well, but just how were things on a deep, and emotional level?
Just what was Randy thinking? You know, sometimes people find it hard to fathom just what is going through the vacillate mind of Randy Orton. He seemingly can give you one look, but then again be thinking an entirely different thing. It was extremely misleading, and right now, Samantha wasn't sure what was happening. She was being left out in the dark, and like any wife, she didn't like this. She didn't like this at all, but then again she wasn't inside of Randy's shoes. She couldn't even begin to imagine what was going through his mind, and obviously she didn't know what was going through his mind.
If she knew just exactly was going through his mind, then she wouldn't be talking to him about this right now, she wouldn't be picking at him to try and get answers out of him. She wouldn't be standing there in front of him with a look of hopelessness, and utter confusion. These looks wouldn't be dropped upon her if she truly understood the situation. Did Randy understand it himself? Sometimes someone can think or feel something, but not have an earthly idea on why, or how they feel this way, or just what the exact situation is. Randy was confused about all of this, he knew why he was feeling this way, but he didn't know why these things were happening. He didn't know why these constant flashbacks were occurring. If he could, then he would toss them out of his mind, but it's involuntary. These images, these clips of what happened on that faithful day just keeps coming back to him, does he like seeing this? No. It only reminds him, constantly of why they split in the first place.
He rolls his eyes, and sighs.
'...viperous predator...' RANDY ORTON: “We did this for the babies... we didn't do it because we loved each other. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm not sayin' that I don't love you... that's not what I'm sayin' at all, but... as of late, I've been constantly faced with that day. You know the day that I'm talking about as well, you know the day that you cheated on me, you remember that day right? I don't know though... as of late, I've been seeing it. It's been coming to me, in dreams, and now if I look into the mirror, and doze off for a second, then I'm faced with it yet again. I'm starting to look at it as a sign. I'm starting to think that something within myself is lookin' for a reason to end it. Something within me, it wants out of this. It's like I'm battlin' with my emotions within, and I cannot deal with it. I cannot handle it, it just reminds me of why we broke things off in the first place. How can I be so sure that you won't do it again? How can I be so sure that you still even love me? That you don't just say that you do so that you can keep me around. Samantha, I've got so many damn questions inside of my head that the damn room is spinnin'. I dislike this feelin'... I can't live with this feelin'. The constant conflict between myself, and the alter ego. One part of me saying to leave you alone, and another part of me that keeps tellin' me to take you back. I don't wanna go back Sam. I cannot go back!”
"The constant war within myself, it proves to get the best of me. I can deal with many wars within my life, but this is one war that I cannot seem to get past, once I think that I'm off of the ropes, I get pushed back against the ropes. My back against the ropes, and this is what I do. This is how I cope, I try to get rid of the source of my frustration, of my anguish. This is not healthy. For me, I see it as this is not a healthy marriage, well at least one part of me is saying that I cannot go through with this. One part of me is saying that the kids is just not a good enough reason. I've gotta keep my dignity, that's what a part of me is saying. Does it make me a bad man to think that my kids aren't a good enough reason to stay with my wife, who cheats on me? Does it make me bad? How does it make me bad? Because, I don't put my kids on a pedestal, or at least it doesn't seem like I do. Trust me, I love my kids with all of my heart, but when it comes to me being constantly heartbroken, I'd rather end the war, than to be held prisoner to the opposition and be tortured beyond limits."
"I can handle pain dished out by many things, but when it comes to the emotional pain dealt out by those that I love. It's just too much for me, I cannot handle this. I don't want to try and make it work, because the more I try, the more I fall deeper, the harder it is for me to forget. With every time that I look at her, her face, I can only imagine her with her eyes closed, and some other man on top of her. Why is this happening? Why am I so confused? Is this normal? If it is then that's abnormal for me to be normal, because I'm not the most normal guy out there, my mind is jumbled, and my thoughts are in disarray. I love Samantha with all of my heart, but there are some things that I can handle, and there are some things that I cannot handle, I cannot even begin to say it enough, the more that I say it, the more that I hope you realize just how out of control I am becoming with this. Just how much higher this is than both I, and Samantha."
"This is beyond the both of us. I don't know what's going to happen if I break it off with Samantha, it seems as though it would be for the best. It seems as though, this is the right thing to do, for my sake of course. Does that make me selfish? Does it make me selfish that I'm going to back out of this, simply because I keep getting these images inside of my head? Most people would say that it is very selfish of me, I bet that Samantha is thinking that I'm selfish right about now, to not think about her feelings before I went on about doing anything. Then again, most people would say that I should have done this a long time ago, once she cheated on me. Some people would say that once a cheater, always a cheater, she doesn't deserve to be with me. She deserves to be dropped on her head where she stands, due to the fact that she cheated on me, due to the fact that she went against her vows that she said to me on our wedding day."
"Things between me, and Samantha are never going to be the same, how could they be the same? How could we ever go back to the way things once were? This is weighing down on me, this war is too much for me to handle, life, personal, professionally, all around, this is war that I've started, the war within myself, and the war against my foes, against my wife, all within my own life. This is the game that some people call life, but for me, this is a war, and I'll be glad if I make it to the end, but I most definitely plan on it."
'...viperous predator...' RANDY ORTON: “Don't you think for one second either that this isn't hurting me. Don't you dare go and think that, because to be quite honest, this is hurtin' me more than you could ever imagine. Havin' to break this to you was the hardest thing that I've ever had to do in my entire life. Leavin' you is gonna be the hardest decision that I've ever had to make in my entire life, you don't even...”
'...sweet like venom...' SAMANTHA ORTON: “Then don't leave me...”
'...viperous predator...' RANDY ORTON: “Why did you cheat on me in the first place Samantha? Huh? You tell me, just why did you cheat on me in the first place? Because you were lonely? Usually, that's the reason... because I wasn't there for you. Because I couldn't be there all day, every single day. Am I right? I am right aren't I? Now listen, it comes with the damn job. I'm not gonna be around every fuckin' hour. I can't be home when you need me to be. Now, trust me... I love you, I love you more than anything, but I've gotta do this. I feel as if it's the right thing to do right now.”
'...sweet like venom...' SAMANTHA ORTON: “HOW IS IT THE RIGHT THING TO DO?!”
She pauses, holding back the sobs, a few escape from her mouth, breaking the surface, Randy scrunches up his face, trying to hold back his true emotions, it was breaking him down on the inside. He doesn't like to show his emotions, he likes to hold a still expression on his face, it was rare for him to almost break down. With Samantha, Randy was pretty unpredictable.
'...viperous predator...' RANDY ORTON: “I'm protectin' myself!”
'...sweet like venom...' SAMANTHA ORTON: “From what, Randy? From what?!”
'...viperous predator...' RANDY ORTON: “You...”
'...sweet like venom...' SAMANTHA ORTON: “Me?”
A deep silence that cuts between the conversation comes into place. Randy stares down Samantha, a somewhat sympathetic look on his face, but he knew what he had to do in order to protect himself. Or at least he thought that this was his only option. He wasn't thinking too clearly, his mind was jumbled, he was in a different place. He wasn't quite feeling like himself, his mind was in a total different state. Why? With the constant reminder of what Samantha did all of those months ago, who wouldn't question things? Who wouldn't go about questioning their partner? Or, if you're like Randy, then you just call it off, and don't even give your significant other a chance to talk to you about it. He feels as if he knows, he thinks that she'll do something to hurt him again. The pain it digs down deeper within the skin of Randy Orton, yet he doesn't let many people know of just how hurt he is.
Randy has made a name for himself by not showing any emotion whatsoever. He has become emotionless, and nobody can even begin to guess what the man is thinking, but as of late, he's become more unpredictable, he's become less tame. Making decisions without really thinking about the consequences, he throws out the morals, the rights and the wrongs of life. He hurts those that are closest to him. Why? Why does Randy cause so much pain to Samantha? Randy has been hurt by her as well, it occurs naturally within our society these days, to say that the man is instantly the one to blame, but who is to blame here really? Whose fault is it anyways? Is anyone at fault here?
That should be the true question for those of you to think about. Is there anyone at fault here? Who is to blame for this split? Most would say Randy Orton because as it seems, he is the one who pulled the trigger on the gun that lies within his hands. That's the easier thing. Blame Randy Orton, because it is apparent that he is the one to cock, and shoot. Who says that it wouldn't have been shot before? Who says that Randy is the only one to blame here? We all are only human, none of us can determine who is right, and who is wrong, because none of us are perfect. Even those who claim that they are perfect (john cena) truly are not perfect. So we have no right to judge those who are placed within a situation that is beyond their control.
That's what we all do though, right? We judge. We judge anyone and everyone. Based on how they act, it's within our nature. We see someone, we have fit with a situation that someone is facing and we find it within ourselves, we see it as our right that comes with this country to criticize, and ostracize those who don't always make the right decisions, but what truly makes a situation, or a decision right? What makes something the right choice? The fact that something more beneficial comes out of one choice? The wrong choice could sometimes be the better choice, it depends on the magnitude. It could be a true learning experience. Randy has learned after the first time he was cheated on by Samantha. What did he learn though? Not to trust? Is that what he's learned? Learned to not trust people as easily as he has? He had to learn it the hard way. It's always a downer to learn something the hard way, but in the end, it's beneficial, if placed in the same position you won't make the same choice. Or would you? It all depends on the beholder of the life that the shoes are fitted to. This is the life that Randy Orton leads...
"This is the life that I lead."
A life filled with confusion, and betrayal.
'...viperous predator...' RANDY ORTON: “Yes... from you. Now, I'm sorry that I had to do this, I'm sorry that I put you through this, but this is the only way that I knew how to save myself. This is the only way I knew how to ensure that I wouldn't be hurt... again. Hurt by you. Now, you can sit here, and you can deny that you'll ever hurt me again.. but how do you know? How do you know that you won't do something to hurt me? Did you plan on hurting me last time? .... I didn't think so. Now, anything can happen... you can feel lonely again, and you can make the same god damn mistake again. The mistake that you made in the first place, the mistake that has landed me in this position that I'm in right now. If you hadn't.... never mind, because if I say that then it's gonna sound like I'm blaming it all on you, and I don't want it to sound like that. I don't want to put all of this on your shoulders. I don't want this to weigh down on you, not the way that it's been weighing down on me. Trust me, it's been weighing down on me so much. I wouldn't want to put this down on you... but then again you can say that this isn't the best way to relieve the weights from your shoulders, because either way it's always going to be weighing down on you. I just... I don't know what to do, I wish that I had all of the answers, I wish that I knew what to do. If there was a way out of this, if there was a way for me to stay with you, and not constantly deal with this shit weighing down on me, then trust me Samantha, I would. I would do it in a heartbeat, but right now... I just... I don't know... it seems as if this is the only option. It seems as though I've run out of excuses, I've run out of reasons to stay. Don't get me wrong, my children are reason enough... but, I don't know. It's possible for me to be there, without physically... being there. Right? Oh god.. I'm such a fuckin' wreck. I have no clue what's goin' through my mind right now. These thoughts they're racing... oh my goodness. One thing is clear to me though... for me... to save myself from myself, and these thoughts, these visions of past memories... is to leave. As long as I'm with you, I'm goin' to be reminded, every time I look into your eyes, gettin' lost in emotion, I'm goin' to veer back to that day. That fuckin' day! The day that I hate the most, and as I said before... I don't wanna go back to that. If I go back to that day, then I don't know what I'm goin' to do. I might just lose it.”
Sigh.
'...viperous predator...' RANDY ORTON: “I think I probably already lost it. It seems as if I've been heading on a one way road down to the asylum. My thoughts are becoming discombobulated, and I don't know Samantha.... it's becoming more difficult for me. Everything has become difficult for me.To keep a level head, I've gotta do fuckin' square breathin'. This is just too much for me to handle. I just wish that I could run away from it all, just so I could escape it. Escape the pain that has been dumped upon my head. I hate it, I hate what has been happenin' to me. For the reasons that I cannot even explain, that I cannot even begin to explain to you. It was the most random thing ever, looking into the mirror of the bathroom, and then becoming so entrapped in what's going on, on the other side. On that other side, I see myself talking to my father.. on that other side, I see myself telling Lacey that I love her. On the other side... I see myself, and every event that has brought me pain, has brought me down to my knees, and has brought me to this point of no return. Every single image that has been placed in front of me for the past week or so, has been unexplainable. Some would tell me to go see a shrink, to go try and find out the source of all of this. But, what if there is no source? What if they can't find the thing that is causing me to feel this way? The only thing that I can see, is the person, that is standing in front of me. You are the reason for all of this. Now, I said that I wasn't going to point fingers... but you've left me with no choice now. You wanted to know so bad, so here you go. I'm telling you. I was never known for sparing people, so why would I spare you now? Because I love you? Well, it's tough love, and you deserve to know the truth. You deserve to know what has brought me to this point, you deserve to know what has brought me to rock bottom. This, truly is the lowest that I can go. I've been pretty low in life, but this by far, it trumps all the rest of the low points of my life. I dislike it, I've grown a certain disdain for it... like I said, I don't know how to return from this... possibly because, I simply cannot.”
Another sigh escapes from Randy, by this time, he couldn't even bring himself to look at Samantha. They were both heartbroken by what Randy was saying. He was laying it all out there on the line, he was letting Samantha know just exactly what was going on inside of his mind. Sometimes he didn't make any sense when he spoke inside of this moment, because he truly didn't know how to make sense of everything. The constant rumbling just showed, just how much was going through his mind at this point. Thoughts racing like a bullet train on it's way to tokyo. They wouldn't stop, and it came to the point where it seemed as if he was going into overload, it gave him a headache. Past points that he could cope with. Once it hit him, like the bullet train that he was riding on, he stopped, looking down, with his index pressed against the left temple. Eyes closed, tightly, head turned toward the floor.
Randy opens his eyes, the red bloodshot eyes of Randy Orton. Opening his eyes to the world, he shakes his head, trying to shake those few cobwebs out. Then reverting his attention back to the face of Samantha, he shakes his head slightly after releasing a brief sigh. He couldn't even look at her dead in the eyes now. It was hard for him to look at her face, to take in the expression that she was giving him. She was hurt, beyond Randy's understanding, but Randy was hurt beyond her's as well. This was a back and forth thing. Randy didn't know how to better explain himself, but by the look on her face, Randy could tell that she didn't quite understand the situation. Randy could tell that she didn't quite understand why this was happening. He tried to make it as clear as he possibly could, but it was not registering. It was not settling, or dawning on her just yet. How could be better explain himself? He thought that he had done a great job of explaining himself, but of course he would think so, he was the one explaining. Then again, he didn't quite know how to word it, as he was confused as well. It's a touchy subject for the both of them, how does he go about explaining it?
How does he put it into words that are more simplistic, words that are for the betterment. Words that help explain the ordeal, that can be interpreted as whatever. The only thing that was getting across to Samantha at this point, was the fact that Randy needed a break from her. He constantly said it. He kept saying that he needed a break, and one could tell that it sunk in, by the expression that she withheld. She was about to break, if she did cry, how would it make Randy feel? He'd be looked at as the biggest asshole that anyone has ever met, but how would it be any different from the image cast upon him already? People already believe that he is a prick, some womanizing prick. Some have come up to Randy, and have admitted for thinking that he would be a resemblance to the image that the tabloids, and the news build him up to be. Some disrespectful superstar who is in way over his head.
Randy turned his back on Samantha, kinda symbolic of how she feels right about now. She feels betrayed, she feels as if she has been let down. Randy let her down, he did something that she would have never expected from him. She didn't think that he would hurt her, it all showed on her face. Her face said it all, and Randy's face spelled out regret as he bit down, the slight bulge showing in Randy's jaw outline. He was biting his tonuge, he wanted to suck back the words that he had spoken, but it was too late for that. It was too late to take back what he had already said, it was too late to apologize. In a sense though, he didn't want to apologize, because he could swear to himself that what he was doing was the absolute right thing to do. He could look at himself, and shake his head, due to the fact that what he's doing, within his mind is the proper thing to do, instead of sticking it out, and dealing with the past, instead of running away from the past. There is no running away from the past, because what has happened, has already happened. There is n legion ring to bring back the hands of time, this is reality, and now he must deal with the hand that he has been dealt with, no matter if he wants to deal with the hand, or not. He has made his choice to leave Samantha, and even if he were to beg, and to plead to have her back, who says that she would even take him back? The pain that he has dished out to her is a great deal of pain, she would hold a grudge with him, too big of a grudge to figure the decisions of the man that she calls her husband.
Randy then goes up the stairs, and heads into the master bedroom, Samantha didn't follow this time, as Randy turned around to look at her, but she wasn't there. He closed his eyes briefly. Looking down at the floor, the beige carpet that lay on the floor. He took a drew a deep breath, opened his eyes yet again, to be faced with a wall, one that slightly matched the carpet in the room. He shook his head for a moment's time. Going into the bathroom, rummaging and pulling out all that he could. Throwing a fit, opening the medicine cabinet, he grabs several containers, the little orange ones. A deranged look in his eyes, alongside the redness that swept over them. His eyes were no longer that light shade of blue. They were now a deep shade, basically black. Black is all things evil.
evil intentions.
The room was spinning, Randy was breathing heavily, spit flying out of his mouth as he nearly forced out every single breath. His face fading from a peach, to a color that resembled blood. The blood was rushing to his head now, as the moments that he lived in at this point were becoming more and more intensified. Clawing at the material on the sink, he managed to grab a couple of containers, pulling them to his face, he read the labels. "IED Pills". Intermittent Explosive Disorder. He closed his eyes, before he knew it, he dropped. Face pressed against the cold hard bathroom floor, on the way down, hitting his head off of the sink, knocking him completely unconscious. It was too much, he couldn't cope with it. The sounds around him were becoming washed out, he could just faintly hear the voices calling out to him, this time they weren't in his head.
"CLEAR!"
*shock*
"CLEAR!"
*shock*
"CLEAR!"
*pulse*
"Some say that the war is over once you stop breathing, once that pulse, it doesn't thump anymore. The war of life that is. What we fail to notice is that, we're in constant war, war with our thoughts, our bodies, and our souls, and evidently those around us. We fail to notice what is right in front of us. Those never ending war that we participate in, the war that I find myself partaking in. Constantly facing myself in a joust. It gets tiring, I'd be lying if I said that sometimes I didn't want to wave the white flag, surrender at the hands of my opponent, but something keeps me going. I can't quite put the finger on it. It's evasive, and I cannot touch base on it just yet. Soon, I will, I'll figure out that even though I want things to end, I don't really want them to end. What my mind tells me, it's different from what the heart tells me to do. It's an epic battle between two organs."
"We all face it, within our daily lives. We can choose to run away from either or, but in the end, we succumb to one of them. To say that I succumbed to the mind portion would be an understatement, but soon after.. what I wanted, overcame what I saw was logical. Creating a somewhat converging clash between the two, which caused an alternate ending of things. One that is, more or less, unpredictable. Nobody saw it coming, not even myself. It's a shock to know that one minute, you could be head over heels in love, but in the next, things aren't quite what they once were. The war can be over whenever it wants to end, if you thought that you were in control of the ending, then you're dead wrong. Nobody controls the ending, we're all destined for something. Fate, I'm a true believer in fate, but there is always that one thing that sways us one way or another. For the moment, until we're swayed back, into our true destinies."
"What am I destined for? I don't know, but what I do know is that today, it just wasn't the day. Today, it wasn't supposed to happen. It's not going to happen like this, if it were going to happen, then it would have happened, it just shows that I'm destined for something greater, it just shows that my road, it's not over. I've got to keep on moving. Whether I want to, or not. How would life be for the children if I were to go tonight? The selfish acts of one man affects those that live around him, those that make up his life, are deeply affected. How is the split going to affect the children? I thought about the children briefly, but I didn't think about just how they were going to be, if things had gone through. This break up, I didn't think about anyone but myself. Does this make me selfish? Self-centered? Self-absorbed? Most definitely."
"I feel bad for being such, but in the end, it's beneficiary, not just for me, but for Samantha as well. It was hurting, more than it was helping, so in a way, you look for a way out, you look for a way to stop the pain. How do you stop it? You think about it. One this is for sure though, since I'm breathing, since I'm still standing... the war... is not over..."
(** The camera is set inside a Raw arena. The fans are up and on their feet. Out of nowhere Rev Theory – “Voices” blares throughout the arena from the PA Systems. The fans raise to their feet. A few moments passes and out comes “The Viper” Randy Orton step out to a very warm welcome. He stand in the entranceway as he absorbs all the energy the crowd has to offer. Randy then screams intensely to the fans. Randy makes a sign for the belt around his waist as he slowly makes his approach to the ring. Along the way he touches a few fans, and taunts the hatters. He finally makes it to the ring and climbs the turnbuckle as the cameras go off everywhere. He climbs down as a microphone get thrown into the ring for him. He paces the ring for a moment before picking it up. But, he finally does. The fans are still popping as he waits for them to die down. Then Randy opens things up. **)
..::Randy Orton::.. Once again, What’s up WWE!?!
(** The fans cheer! **)
..::Randy Orton::.. This week I face two men by the name of The Undertaker, and Tyler Marshall. Once again, I’m not worried. But, everyone is taking The Undertaker for the predictions this week. I’m wondering if some people even seen my match. But, this gives me a rush. I’m going to make some believers out of some people this week!!
..::Randy Orton::.. All I know about Tyler that he is a big guy like me. But, that doesn’t matter! Tyler I hope your watching this! Because here is my prediction for you. PAIN and lots of it!! You may have your little click and everything watching your back. Tell Cena that I want a match with him one on one next week. I take you all down. “The Viper” has something to prove this week. And that’s nobody will over look me!! See you in the ring Tyler!!
..::Randy Orton::.. Now, remember when I first came here? What did I say I was going to do? I was going to set the example for all the so-called superstars of this federations. And thus far a I have. I have taken down every man in my way. And I have been setting that example!
(** The fans agree. **)
.::Randy Orton::.. Now onto my next person I'm facing The Undertaker.
(** Randy smiles as he slowly walks the ring. **)
..::Randy Orton::.. He might have been big, but he's not big enough for “The Viper” son. I’m larger than life. But, after he loses he can suck it up. The Undertaker can realize that he was beaten by The Viper.
..::Randy Orton::.. You see, I am The Legend Killer, and The Undertaker is a legend and I'm going to kill that legend. Undertaker, I'm not worried or focused on Tyler, I'm focused on you. Undertaker, all it's going to take is one RKO, and you will be finished.
(** The fans cheer. **)
..::Randy Orton::.. Now, moving right along down the line to both of them. Once again Tyler, and The Undertaker will fall to The Viper. I know very little about Tyler But, from what I have seen your looked highly upon here. So, after I beat you and The Undertaker, maybe you two will know exactly who I am. I’ll be watching you, two until Raw, you and The Undertaker, will have this one question answered. WHEN YOU TWO STEP INTO THE RING WITH THE VIPER YOU TWO ARE SUBJECTING YOURSELF TO A NIGHTMARE.
(** Randy drops the microphone as he makes a signal for the title around his waist. Then he climbs the turnbuckle and does his signature pose as cameras flash throughout. “Voices” by Rev Theory hits the PA Systems again as Randy exits the ring. Along his way up Randy shakes the hand and touches some lucky fans on his way back up. As he reaches the top he turns back with a very cocky smile. The camera zooms in on his face. Then the scene slowly begins to fade to darkness … **)
