Post by rko on May 26, 2010 18:00:34 GMT -5
"I admonish those who go up against me, and say that - beating me is no easy feat. Look down the line of the men who tried to take me down, and look at the results of those occurrences. Does it seem like I'm some force to be reckoned with? Yet, there is always some new superstar added to the mix trying to take me down and play hero for the day. I reject your deposits and send you back to the end of the line to start again. I cannot believe that you once thought that you had a chance in actually taking me down. Look at the achievements, the youngest World champion to date. Do you think that I can be surpassed as it pertains to that or my other achievements? These people - these superstars shall I say, have their minds filled with imbecility up to the brim, when they speak out and voice their thought when they say that they believe or guarantee that they can beat me. Sorry; but there is no guarantee when you're going up against me, sorry but reality has set in. I kick these people in the head and I knock some sense that had been absent for so long, they then realize that I am not only above them, but ten steps ahead of them. If this were chess, then I'd be screaming out at the top of my lungs; "checkmate!" I'm unstoppable, sorry if you people feel that you've mustered up enough courage and experience to stop me, only to have your hopes and dreams dash down, and crash at the scene of the RKO. I'm not held accountable for injury due to your stupid mistakes."
The arena was covered in a heavy mist that reduced the visibility to the naked human eye, the pyrotechnics, they just struck the stage, creating an array of thrown up dust, of mixed colors upon the stage. These fans cheer for that display, aroused by the simplistic show of fireworks, reflects upon their truly simplistic minds, to be amused by something so minuscule that has no meaning to our every day lives. These fans are worthless, and it amuses me as well, to see their ever deteriorating common knowledge.
Truly, today's society has dumbed these people down, to enjoy such things like this, but of course. Our society is nothing but explosions now, given the fact that we're always in war, always blowing something up, even if it means killing our own people. These people get the benefit, they're not on the marching line, searching for bombs, or they're not on the front-line with a shotgun, or an AK-47 strapped around their shoulder, getting ready to embrace a bullet to the head, or any other exposed area of the body. They're being treated right now, but I see it as my duty, my mission to put each and every one of them in my cross-fire. I'm going to blow them all up, not physically but mentally.
Sheamus shall soon face the wrath afterward, shall he not? Nobody is safe from me in this day and age. We shall call it World War Orton. Everyone against me, no army to back me up, nothing but a mastermind, and his wit, his mind-games, that's my ammunition. What do these people have? What does Sheamus have? Rephrasing that, who does Sheamus have? A couple of men dressed up in apparel, trying to create an illusion as if they know what they're doing in the ring. It tickles me to look down on the Other Side now. Having given the opportunity to bash in the skull of Sheamus has given me a whole new outlook on things.
Given the opportunity to break down Other Side, whether it be a small minuscule amount has definitely made me mad, mad with anger, unleashing a part of me that has been hidden. Taking out my anger on Sheamus, due to the fact that something was stolen from me. The title, which was in my grasps it was mine to hold, it was mine to have. I shall definitely take it back in due time, but until then, cracking in the head of Sheamus with a punt to the head, sounds like something that I shall enjoy as well. Does that make me a sociopath? If it does, then throw me inside of a mental institution. As if this life wasn't punishment enough for me. The roar of the crowd giving me a headache, the music blaring out of the public announcement system.
The words to the song, screeching out yelling...
I HEAR VOICES IN MY HEAD
They council me, they understand, they talk to me.
The fans burst out into chers, from sheer impulse, hearing those words burst out at a sudden moment, has caused them to show their love for me. I stand by the curtain, waiting to receive the cue to step out. Microphone in hand, the voices of the fans screaming out to me, screaming out for me, the so-called voices-in-my-head are now overpowered by these fans. I can't hear my own thoughts, I can't hear anything, but I do feel the tap on my shoulder. I step out onto the stage, looking out at the vast preponderance of people cheering me, the vast numbers of people, showing that they love me. I love them too.
The playing field is even, you love me, I lash back with the fury and the love, with a passion that burns within me, the look that radiates nothing more than compassion and respect. That's what makes me Randy Orton, the natural hate towards all living things.
As I pan around the arena, whilst standing upon the stage, the fans continue to cheer me. Standing atop of the stage with a WWE merchandised Orton shirt, and my trunks that I wear; my in-ring attire. As I walk down the stage, the fans on each side of the barricade try and reach out for me, trying to reach out to get a hand slapped by me. They try and slander me as well, are they stupid? Do they not see what I am capable of? Do they not see what I can and most likely will do to them? These fans are imbeciles. Stupidity is what they're made out of, their intellectual levels are down to almost nothing. Incapable of seeing what is in front of them. They don't see that I'm the viper. All they see is this losing streak that I'm on.
I'll tell you this, I'm not a loser. Nor have I ever been a loser, you ask anyone that has been within close ties with me. The number is minuscule, but if you cannot get into contact with one of those men, then look at my resume, look at what I do in that ring each and every night of the week, you tell me if I'm a loser, or just a man who has been winning this past week. And that's something that has gotten underneath my skin. That is something that has made me really unhappy, different from the other times where I've been shown to be unhappy.
This time, I'll go to great lengths to demolish and disassemble something, or someone. Breaking them down, yes I will. I feel it's necessary to vent in that manner right now. With these thoughts clouding my mind, I didn't notice that my journey had come to an end. I've reached the ring, my face to the crowd, and microphone to my lips, the thoughts had overpowered my sense of knowing. My sense of knowing where I was, and where I stood. These voices in my head, it proves to be my own voices. It proves to be my own thoughts, these demonic thoughts that have proved to be nearly satanic. They're my own voices, they're my own thoughts. Never knew I was this satanic, this deranged. The devil's advocate, that is what I am now. No more a legend killer. Now, I just kill.
"Stupid mistake number one that has been made recently was when Mike Knox thought that he had, or found the gull to face me, and actually believe that he could beat me. Calling my tactics in the ring, underhanded. He's stupid, now look at him. The verge of having a child in a few months, and he's stuck in this depression, not even able to get a single crushing blow off of me. I blew him out of the water, Sheamus is nothing more than a mere innocent bystander, feeding off of my success against the two men that opposed us, might as well branded the match a handicap match. Yet, instead of the match going in favor of them, because they pulled the numbers game, I had the advantage on them, because I am simply better than them. It's been proved now, their faces lie flat on the mat, what other conclusion could you make from it? Shall you find one, make sure you let me know, because I'm rather curious myself. The upper-hand? Sorry boys, but this is a big man's game. They've been proven to be nothing more than pawns, just stepping into the line of fire, waiting to be brought down."
"I enjoy bringing down the men that actually believe that they are worth something. I enjoy bringing down the men, who oppose the thought and resent it, when I say that they're worthless. Have they looked in the mirror? I looked over at my corner, and I nearly saw the reflection of Mike Knox in my face. I was rather cautious to the fact that he just may come from behind me, and strike me. He has turned to the lighter side, as I turned to the other side. He feels a bit left and lost. I was the only true friend that he had on this roster. I left him, because at the moment, at first thought. Facing Mike Knox and reliving the old days, actually sounded like something that I wanted to do. But, soon the overpowered thoughts of me trying something new, of me wanting to become champion. No, I want gold, I want success. I want to look over and down at my shoulder and waist and see the hunk of gold that resides beside me."
"Sorry Knox, but nobody said that in this business you were guaranteed a friend when you most needed one. Let alone, a friend in me. Knox is stupid for not knowing any better. What did he expect? I've become more and more ruthless, as the years, the weeks and the days go by. Knox, you once screwed me over, and here we are now, the tables are turned. What are you going to do now Knox? Besides face the fate that many men, as stated before have faced as well. I wonder if Knox actually feels like he has enough inside of him to beat me. He may have been a big dog in a small yard, in some areas ... but let's face facts here. I'm the big dog this go round Knox, I'm not lined up for a title shot for no reason, now am I? No, I've paid my dues and I've been beating everyone, mercilessly that stood in my path, beat them to the point where they damn near almost lost their senses and knowledge of place, as it pertains to where they stand. They lay in a pool of their own blood, because I punt them, because I shatter their skulls."
"Sheamus, what would make you so different from the rest of the world, from the rest of the roster? Sheamus, you're no different. You may seem, or think that you're superhuman, but when it comes down to it Sheamus. I've got everything over you, and I've got the advantage, I've got the experience over you, even though, there's nearly a twenty point difference between the two of us. Sheamus you've got nothing, Sheamus you are nothing. I'm glad that I got rid of the dead weight that equals you. I couldn't have made a better choice by deciding to get rid of you Sheamus. I bet that even other people, lesser than me would have done the same thing Sheamus, what does that tell you? Your in-ring performances have deteriorated - me carrying you on my back. I expected you to at least pull some weight around in the match, but you let me down Sheamus. You showed me just how weak and frail you are. You don't have the gull to stand up for what you believe in."
"You've given up and now you're back to pandering to the crowd yet again. Tell me, how does that benefit you? Do their words and cheers make you feel better Sheamus? Does it make you feel better because your self-esteem is rather low at this point, and you need all the words, that wreak of niceness, to pick you up out of this little rut, in the deep abyss that you've landed yourself in. Sorry Sheamus, actually; no I'm not sorry because you're pathetic! I don't take pity on people who are pathetic, you know that better than anyone, don't you? We've been friends for the longest time, you should know me, pretty much more than anyone. Which, just may make this match all the more tougher on me? Not because you know me, and you might just have some chance, but, because I once thought that you had potential, to follow under my wing. It's going to make it all the more harder to bring you down. Nothing personal Sheamus, it's just business, and you're my business now. Business will be dealt with and the weaker link will be exposed of."
"If you haven't figured out by now Sheamus, you've proved yourself to be the weaker link in the chain, and you've broken away. I've lowered myself to the depths that include me becoming friends with John Cena. What was the reason for doing that? I've brought Cena down, within the recent months, and I kicked him in his skull, if what you think is true. Then guess what I'll do to you Sheamus. Just how much pain will I bring to you Sheamus? Do you think that you're prepared to face me Sheamus? I've gotten better in the ring Sheamus, you're not a stupid man and I think that you know better than to test me when we get into that ring. I think you know just what I'm capable of, and what I will do to you inside of that ring. You're no superman! You're not like John Cena who has all of the perseverance in the world, as it seems. I will break you Sheamus, I can bend you without even trying."
"Test me, and we'll see just how you measure up against me, the results that I await, when the smoke clears and the bell is rung yet again, will not surprise me. I'm not psychic, but I damn sure know what's in store for you Sheamus when we step into the ring together. I said the same thing to Mike Knox, look where he lays now, your future lies just as his does. You may try and change what you see before you, and what you know is before you, by giving it the extra notch in our match. How far will you go Sheamus to pick up the win? I'm guessing that you'll go pretty far, a man of your stature, and caliber loves to be on top. You strive to be on top, and that's one of the things that we've had in common this whole time. It's one of the only things that has truly kept you on my good side Sheamus. Your drive to become something greater, and you just like the rest of the roster. You feel that if you possibly beat a contender who's going up for the title, then you're going to get some type of reward. Sure, you may just get a title shot, alongside myself. As long as I'm breathing, as long as I can still wrestle and input my say, then that won't be happening Sheamus, no matter how much you want it to happen. Sorry to crush the hopes and dreams, and the hopes of your fans as they want to see you beat me, demolish me, crush me between your finger tips. You wish you could do it though, it might ease some tension on you for our match, now wouldn't it?"
"If only you knew that you could do it, if you knew that you could, then would you? Do you have the guts to even crush me Sheamus? As I've said it before and time and time again, I don't think that he's still as much of a man as he used to be. I strongly believe that Sheamus has gotten weak and soft. He's not as ruthless as he used to be. Where is the anger and frustration that used to be there? I miss that part of you Sheamus, for you reminded me of myself. I used to see myself inside of you, deep down, but now I see that you've been held hostage with the mentality of someone like Mike Knox. How far can the mighty possibly fall? I remember when you used to be feared, I remember when he used to be a force to be reckoned with. Now, nobody is intimidated of your size, you're simply just a little man inside of a big man's body. Nobody is afraid to push your buttons anymore, hell I'd even pull a Mick Foley and spit on you Sheamus, that just shows how much respect and how much you fear me. The fear that you once withheld, is now completely and utterly; non-existent."
The segment has been cut, and now I look down these corridors, the familiar faces, the voices of people talking amongst one another. They look at me, they look puzzled, they're wondering what I'm going to do, and when I'm going to do it. The slow saunter that I invade the halls with leaves these people perplexed and puzzled, looking to see what I'm going to do, tentatively watching me. They're expecting for me to do something, something of the bad disposition. I'm a bad man, I am a bad man. I'm Randy Orton ... live with it. My blood is boiling at this point, and there she is. There is Lacey Von Erich, What am I going to do? What is the right thing to do? Whatever it is, it's in the back of my mind, and as far as it pertains to this moment, I'm acting off of impulse. Shall I argue because she won't take me back? Or shall I just move on? I don't know, but ... should I really care?
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May 26th, 2010
08:27pm
So at this point in time, I took off for the week pretty much, they need me to rest up, but not only for rest, but to settle things between myself and Samantha. Things are going good, things are going real good if you ask me. I'm trying to resolve things between the two of us, I need to keep things going at this nice and steady pace. The last thing that I want is for her to not be able to, or not be willing to have me see my own daughter. Things have been rough, the first sign of weakness, I've broken into her, and now she is finally letting up. They understand my situation, they understand that I need some time away to patch things up and ensure that things stay as they are. A wrestler who is having problems at home, is a wrestler who will not perform well inside of the ring. I could be cocky and arrogant, and say that that doesn't apply for me, but truth be told, that would be a lie. Not your ordinary lie, but it'd be a universal lie because it applies for pretty much everyone.
It seems as thought with this situation at hand, my mentality and way of thinking has slightly altered, maybe for the better, maybe for the worst? I've learned to in a way become more in control of things, getting a grip of myself, and learning when to be ruthless, when to be relentless and when to be reasonable. It's funny how I could never come to grips with myself, but with the situation, the task to get her to come back to me, in a way that seemed to be long gone, has definitely brought out a different side to me. I've never learned before, or never really cared to learn about being different when it comes to certain people. Someone once told me that, I think it was Cody Rhodes. I can't really remember who said it, but I'm pretty sure that it was Cody Rhodes, did I take his words to heart at first, but once I really talked to Samantha and she talked to me deeply, I finally came to grips with the fact that I may possibly need to do that, just to maybe change the things that are taking place right now.
Samantha has now grown a soft spot for me, I'd like to think it's because I opened myself up to her, and let her see what I was thinking, sometimes I realize that it may be sometimes hard to read my body language and depict what I'm thinking within. I'm more complex than the average person who walks around backstage within the depths of the arena. I'm more complicated than that. Or at least I like to believe that I'm more complex than people actually see me as, although some people come to me, and they say that I'm extremely predictable. They say that I'm predictable, and I'll show them something that they never saw coming, and that's an aim, that I wish, and strive to achieve by beating John Cena. Some people think that John Cena is going to beat me, mainly for the fact that in the past they've seen John Cena run through just about everyone, including me at some points in time, do I just sit back and let this happen to me? Am I going to allow Cena to just bulldoze through me, come time for the showdown? If they think for one second that this time around, the results are going to stay the same, then they're sadly mistaken.
It just calls for a drastic error within the ring, or at home. That's one of the things that have started this from the start, I've changed and acted more like the character that you witness doing these acts on television that seem arbitrary and impetuous, and I brought that home. Samantha says that with that mindset driven from a crazy man, his eyes bugged; that's me. I feel sorry for Samantha, she had to live with that, for however long I was doing. Funny how when you're doing something, sometimes you don't even notice that you're doing it, until you look back in time and think about what you've done in recent time, recollecting my thoughts, I see that I had been a crazy man, to the point where I almost hit Samantha. What was I thinking? I was in this state of mind where I was acting as if it weren't even me. A catatonic state with a monotonic tone of voice, nearly scared the crap out of Samantha. I must admit to myself, and say that Samantha loves me more than any other woman ever will. She stayed with me, through my dark times.
She still feels this certain extent of love towards me, although she doesn't like to admit it as much as she could before, ashamed that she still loves a man that she might as well strongly resent being seen with because of how I act now. Has it really gotten that bad? Am I really such a bad human being now? My actions mold me into this bad human being, would everyone who sees me, and knows me, frown down upon me because of my actions. Taking out the actions that I do inside of the ring, but in the home. In my personal life, the fact that I'm technically divorced but not yet, with a girlfriend, does that make me an adulterer? If it were up to me, then I'd consider it, not quite cheating on anyone. But with recent events, I could be considered as a full fledged cheater, as I had sex with Samantha. You missed a lot of my life, if you hadn't known about things between myself and Samantha, allow me to tell you why or when I had sex with Samantha; reasoning. I'm indecisive. I stare into a mirror in a bathroom inside of my house that I've paid for, Samantha is downstairs in the living room, I stare into the mirror, you could mistake me for being crazy right now at this point because I'm staring aimlessly.
If you were to see me without knowing my current situation then you would judge quickly and say that I'm a completely crazy man. So quick to judge a book by what you see on the outside, I'm far from crazy I'd like to think, not literally crazy, but I at times can give off that impression, you've got to know my situations to really understand my reasoning for the things that I do. Everything that I do has a root in one way or another, sometimes I have impetuous actions, but not at all times, it's rare but it does happen, I'm not going to sit here and tell you that I'm in some way or another a perfect human being, I'm far from it. I have problems, are these problems something that can be easily taken care of? Not really, I may think that I have this under control, I may think that I know what I'm doing as it pertains to my actions, but to be honest, to be honest with myself, and with you. These days, these times when I'm with Samantha, I have no idea what I'm going to do when I'm around Samantha, she seems to think the same thing because every time I raise my voice she quivers and shivers in her shoes.
I feel bad when this happens, it's not like me to feel this way towards another person, out of the ring, I doubt I'm going to separate characters, except for Samantha. There's a sense of relief when I act as I do sometimes, I feel as if I can be myself. Am I deranged? I feel as if I can say what I want, say anything that is on my mind, and do anything that I want, I feel as if I'm in this invincible mode or something. Do I think that I'm god? I don't think that I'm god, but I'd be lying if I didn't think that sometimes the world does revolve around me, I'd be lying if I said that I don't sometimes believe that people should be worshiping me. Has god ever committed a sin? I have. Does that make me the devil in our own little world? I'd like to think so because it makes more sense than me being a god-like figure. I face facts, I'm a realist and I know that I'm a rather bad human being, my personality isn't one of the best personalities out there. Am I a saint? Far from it. A saint is something that we make up in our minds because our world is already fucked, so we try to conjure up these ideas that there are these perfect human beings out there who put others before themselves and they're completely humanitarian. What type of world are they living in? In what world do they live in where anything is even remotely close to that? I'm a complete realist. Nobody is perfect, nobody is even close to perfect, we can try and hold up an image and fool people into thinking that we are.
Does that make me more truthful than the rest of the world, because I'm not afraid to be who I am, and who I want to be, only to please very few on this world, because within the ultimate truth, as I see it. There aren't many that are worthy of being treated differently. Given the benefit of seeing a different side of me. Some people would like to see this other side of me, they try to get down to my core. They like to think that there's a better side to me, in hopes of getting down to my foundation and in a way picking at my brain and seeing what I think, and try to find the origin of my thoughts. Do they really have origin or are they just something that I make up in my mind from first thought? I'd like to think the opposite, Samantha has seen another side of me though. Was she happy to see this other side of me? Yes she was, indeed she was, I could see her face light up, as the two of us touched on a more mental level, a more deeper level than we have in recent months, maybe even years. I don't even think I should stretch it out to that much of an extent, but it sure does feel like a long time.
I take myself from the mirror in the bathroom, all attention in the sink now, I had no purpose in here. Just my place to come and clear my head whilst Samantha sits in the living room waiting for me to appear back downstairs. I feel as if I've left her down there for forever, I just drove Samantha and Alanna to my parent's home to drop Alanna off yet again. I've finally had my daughter for the night, am I satisfied? To an extent, fully satisfied? Not really, but this is progress in the least. I should be happy with that, beggars can't be choosers can they? Samantha calls out to me, startling me and bringing my attention quickly from the sink, and looking out into the bedroom, the closest room from the bathroom, as if she were in there, I kept looking. My eyes shift down to the floor, as I stand there slightly bent over, looking from the corner of my eyes. Waiting for her to utter my name yet again, just to ensure that she was definitely calling out for me, or just yelling out for no reason in particular.
She called my name out again, I quickly made my way out of the bathroom, and through the bedroom, heading to the hallway, I lean over the banister overlooking the stairs, I wait for her to call out again, trying to hear what she's doing and where she is, more tentatively this go round, she sounds like she's still in the living room. No idea why she would be calling out for me, not likely of Sam to be calling my name for no reason, she must need something or something must be wrong. I wonder what is wrong, everything seems to be going fine, or at least I believed so at this point in time, maybe I was sadly mistaken, maybe I wanted to believe that everything was fine, that I actually convinced myself, even though things were apparently not what they seemed, but as I went downstairs, eying her along the way, she didn't seem angry. She just had this expressionless face plastered upon her face. I see no reason to be reluctant, I sit down on the couch next to her and gently rub her thigh and knee area, to see what's wrong, I speak out as she looks up at me with a slight smile.
Randy Orton: "Oh ... now that's not something that I've seen in a while from you, except for when we were, you know. Something wrong? You were calling me like a mad woman."
Samantha Speno: "Nope nothing is up ... I just wanted to ensure that you weren't on that phone with that woman; or should I say that girl. Who is obviously so much younger than you."
Randy Orton: "So what? What does ... age have to do with anything? Sure, she's younger than me. Sure she may be at that age where she believes that pretty much everything is perfect and is supposed to go her way, but just because she's younger than me ... doesn't make it some bad thing, as you tried to make blatantly obvious ... a few seconds ago."
Samantha Speno: "I'm just saying Randy ..."
Randy Orton: "What are you just saying? Are you just saying that you're jeal - you know what? I really don't feel like arguing with you right now. I'm with you am I not? Do you think that I'd be stupid enough to talk to Lacey when I'm sitting here, in our house with my wife? How stupid of a man do you think I am? Or believe I am ..."
Samantha Speno: "Randy, I don't think you're stupid whatsoever, I just ... don't want you talking to her, that's all."
Randy Orton: "Don't want me talking to her because you want all of the attention, because you think that I'm giving her all of the attention? Name a time today that I've talked to Lacey. I'd love for you to name a time where you heard or saw me talking to Lacey."
Samantha Speno: "I thought that you didn't want to argue?"
Randy Orton: "I don't ... I just don't know why; but I can't stop it now."
Samantha Speno: "Is that all you can do with me now? Is that all that you can see me doing with you? What happened to when you used to love me?"
Randy Orton: "Samantha why do you keep on saying that?! Why?! You make me so mad when you do that, you seriously infuriate me when you say stuff like that. You know that I love you, I love you with all of my heart, don't mistake me dating Lacey for this ... this lack of love. I love you Samantha, but right now; lately you've been pissing me off. I'm serious. I mean, not now because things are going good, and I just hope that soon we can resolve things, wouldn't you like to resolve things? Not just for the sake of our marriage but for Alanna. I really don't want this divorce to happen, but you seem to have your mind set on this whole thing."
Samantha Speno: "I don't want it to happen either, but you seem to have your mind set on something also. You seem to have your mind set, on this girl ... this bimbo who pretty much fucked you on the first night that you met. You obviously don't have your mind set on me, this marriage or Alann-"
I kissed her, and I wanted to ensure that she knew that I still loved her and that I had rather strong feelings for her still. As if she didn't already know that, but majority of the reason is because I didn't want her to finish saying Alanna's name. That would be going past the line. I wanted to stop her from talking, but kissing could only last so long, what would happen, or what would she say when she finally found it within herself to break away from me. Hopefully, she wouldn't do it in more ways than within this kiss. Even though I'm dating Lacey Von Erich on the side, I have to admit that I just wouldn't be able to .... handle it.
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