Post by rko on May 29, 2010 23:47:15 GMT -5
"I know what nobody knows, where it comes and where it goes
I know its everybody's sin, you got to lose to know how to win
Half my life is in books written pages, live and learn from fools and from sages
You know its true, all the things come back to you"
"Am I crazy? Is that the question that everyone is wondering these days? Is that what you people think about me? Nothing more than some man with a mental problem. That is what you see me as? A man who has the capability to be your friend one minute and then to snap on you the next minute in the blink of an eye. Does this make me bipolar, or a schizophrenic maniac that hears voices in his head and suffers from manic depression. Is this what you see me as? Some screwed up man with a serious mental disorder? Because of the way that I carry myself inside of that ring. So what if I am crazy? Then what? What is to come of things if you find out that I am truly crazy? What are you going to do? What can you really do? Can you do anything?"
"I don't think you can, even though you would like to think that there is some shred of hope that you just may be able to do something about it. I'm not crazy though, I am just me. This is how I am, and if you don't like it then why do you cheer for me on occasion? If you don't like it then why do you continuously tune in to see me on your television screens? You like this kind of craziness. You like the edge that I have. It gives you something that you can truly enjoy, it gives you incentive to watch this show week in and week out. You can try and deny it all that you want, but in the end, I'm not the one that is hiding from truth. I am not the man that is trying to hide away from everything that is so blatantly obvious. I'm not that man, I'm not that person. You are."
"So you look at me, and then you look at yourself and then you tell me who is the crazy one. Is it me or is it you? You tell me. Look in the mirror and truly get a good look of who and what you are. Are you truly any different from who I am and what I do? You consider me crazy because half of the things that I do are to be considered as irrational, and just unethical and abnormal. For this, it makes me crazy because I don't live by the standards handed out to us by the modern day society. So for this, I am crazy? If I'm crazy then I don't want to be sane because the road that I am traveling down has led me to success. It has led me to more things than you could even imagine."
"Am I a dangerous individual? You damn right I am, but to survive in this business, you have to be a dangerous individual, I just like to take it up a notch, so don't you preach to me about ethics, because every man on this roster is dangerous to a certain extent. I just prove myself to be more dangerous than the rest which has left me to be the most feared amongst certain individuals. For my antics of "craziness" and the times when I punt someone upside the head. It makes me crazy? Does that make me crazy? Possibly. I like crazy though, I'm giving it a new definition. One that is more so suitable for me. One that is not as insulting. What is crazy though? Someone who is completely out of his mind? But you answer me this question. What does it mean to be completely sane? If you can't answer what it is to be sane, then how could you preach and talk about the insane?"
"We, as people seem to think that we have all of the answers, but we don't have any of the answers. We're just making it up as we go along. We just make up fictitious lies about normal, because it best suits our personality, and therefore makes us feel better about who and how we are. What about the oddball? What about me? Am I considered as truly abnormal? Because of the way I carry myself, or because of the mannerisms that I display when I'm inside of that squared circle? I'm in a different zone and inside of a different state of mind. I can call it my alter ego. My "Inner Viper" when I'm inside of that ring. Is it truly me? Am I really as crazy as I am portrayed inside of that ring, when I'm outside of it? I don't know. You tell me. You tell me, you be the judge of that, but in the end, you really don't eve know me. You really don't know what is going on inside of my head, you really don't know what is going on in my life."
"You can only read about what is going on, but you cannot live what I am living, you cannot feel what I am feeling. You haven't walked a mile inside of my shoes until you become a superstar, until you have your wife cheat on you, until you've been claimed and deemed as mentally disabled by some people who aren't even doctors and who don't even know you. These fans... they call me crazy. These fans they think that they know everything about me because the tabloids seem to post each and every little detail about my life. You think that you know me? Allow me to steal a quote for a second, when I say... "You think you know me?" You will never know me, because I will never ever give you the chance to get to know me on a more personal level. You don't deserve it. Nobody deserves anything as it pertains to me. My body is my money... my mind is a temple where thoughts are constantly coming in and out, I'm just like you... I'm just more radical."
"I want change and I want it immediately. You can call me Hitler, somewhat of a Stalin. Because they are all radicals. You can fit me in a category with all of them, you can say what you want about me, but at the end of the day, the fact still remains that I am dangerous, I am the Venomous Viper, I am relentless, and I am Randy Orton, third generation superstar. So you think you know me now? Well you don't know me. You'll never know me unless you walk a hundred miles in my shoes."
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The atmosphere was quiet, it was really quiet. In the outskirts of the arena. Randy was carrying his duffel bag, with the strap around his left shoulder and through the quietness of the parking lot, there arose footsteps in the background, this caused Randy to turn on the ball of his feet and look in the direction in which the sound of the footsteps seemingly sounded to originate from. Randy then laughed a bit, and looked whoever it was up and down. He stroked his chin, and rolled his eyes a bit. Randy standing tall in his black warm up ensemble. It had the Nike label on it, and attached to his grasp was a bottle of water. Descriptive enough?
'venomous viper' RANDY ORTON: Edge... what do you want now? Do you want to tell me about how you're glad that we're now teaming up? You don't have to tell me anythin' Edge because I already know. I'm glad that we are too, and that we've decided to bring back this whole Rated RKO thing. But...
'the rated r superstar' EDGE: But what Randy?
'venomous viper' RANDY ORTON: But, how do I know that I can trust you?
Edge goes to open his mouth and say something but before he can even utter a word, Randy speaks aloud, causing Edge to shut his mouth and listen up to what Randy had to say, but before Randy said anything, he rubbed his chin and spoke out whilst continuing to run his hand back and forth against his grainy chin.
'venomous viper' RANDY ORTON: Look, don't get me wrong Edge. I love you. Like a brother, but how can I be so sure that I can trust you? I mean, I put my trust in Triple H in the past, and he screwed me over faster than I could count to three! How do I know that you won't do the same thing, if given the same chance that he had? Huh? How do I know that we can stay together if something like a title gets in between us? I mean... nothing personal with I say this. I'm not trying to say that you're a backstabber, or that you're anything like Jericho, but I've been down this road time and time again, and I, for one do not want to travel down the same road again for the umpteenth time. I'm sick of it.
'the rated r superstar' EDGE: Randy, I've known you for how many years? I've known you since we were little kids, I wouldn't back stab you. You have my word Randy. I'm better than that, and you know that I'm better than that so stop being so damn paranoid. I've got your back when you need me and you've got my back when I need you, right?
'venomous viper' RANDY ORTON: Yeah, yeah... Edge I told you ever since we both came here that I've got your back. Didn't I? I emailed you and I told you that if you ever need anythin' then I'm right there for you, all you've gotta do is give me the word and I'm there. So of course I've got your back. But, Edge... don't pull what you did out there again, because I'm able to fight my own battles. I - I don't want people thinking that I need someone to fight my battles for me, better yet help me win them. I can do it all by myself Edge. I mean sure, it chalks up a win for me in the win stats, but I don't need your help Edge. I don't need anyone's help. I appreciate what you did for me, but then again... I don't want it to happen again.
'the rated r superstar' EDGE: YOU WERE GONNA LOSE!
'venomous viper' RANDY ORTON: Edge... to you that's what it may have seemed like, but I had everything under control. I was playing him for a fool. I was going to make him think that he had me where he wanted me, and then I was going to strike. It's what... I do best Edge. I play mind games with people. I play them for fools and expose them in the end. It's the game that I've been playing ever since I debuted in this industry. Yob Soddoth was just going to be another statistic as it pertained to the match, and to those who fell before me. I've never been in better shape than I'm in right now Edge.
'the rated r superstar' Edge: If you say so Randy...
'venomous viper' RANDY ORTON: Yeah... I do say so Edge. I do say so because if anyone knows me, it's me. I know what I was doing out there and evidently, you have no earthly idea as to what I was doing out there. I'm experienced Edge. I know how to mess around with the minds of people. It's somewhat of my specialty Edge. I take pride in it. He wasn't going to be any different, I can guarantee you that. It's too late though to go back and do things differently, so let's just make sure that it doesn't.... happen again.
'the rated r superstar' EDGE: So when the hell am I supposed to get your "back"?
'venomous viper' RANDY ORTON: I'll let you know Edge. Just don't expect me to do the same what you did for me.
'the rated r superstar' EDGE: I know what you're like Randy... and I wouldn't expect for you to do the same for me. Don't worry about me though Randy. I won't need it. I'm perfectly able to control the match, and then eventually win the match!
'venomous viper' RANDY ORTON: I don't doubt you for a second Edge.
Randy and Edge gave a nod to one another in approval of the words that were said to one another. There was a silence between the two of them, the silence was deafening and you could probably hear a pen drop, or the temperature drop if it were to do so. But with the temperature being low enough already to the point where both men could almost see their breath, it would be a little hard for them to notice a drop in temperature. Randy then broke the silence.
'venomous viper' RANDY ORTON: Now that, all of that is out of the way. Where are you heading?
'the rated r superstar' EDGE: Dinner.
'venomous viper' RANDY ORTON: Alright then, let's go.
'the rated r superstar' EDGE: Okay, you sure you wanna come?
'venomous viper' RANDY ORTON: Yeah, I'm sure that I wanna come. I'm starving right now.
'the rated r superstar' EDGE: Alright, I'll lead the way.
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"I've been abused, I've been to the point where I've felt used, and I thought that everything that we had was laid to rest. I thought that we would never go back to the way that things were. The flimsy relationship that we had at the time didn't seem as if it would make it through the controversy that we had built up. Everything so it seemed was going to crumble right before my eyes, everything that I woke up to in the morning was going to be gone. I couldn't deal with any of it at the moment. From Samantha going around and messing with another man, to me going around and messing with all of the women that I messed with. I made mistakes in time of panic and idiocy."
"I can't believe she forgave me for everything that I once put her through. I truly do love Samantha and I hope that she doesn't question me for my rather questionable methods. Everything that I do is at one point in time a rather questionable matter. Does she still question me? Does she still trust me? Do I still trust her? It's a matter in which is very touchy, I can't give an answer to you that is truly unbiased. I can't say anything about the manner, because I really don't know what to say as to if she still trusts me. I'm not an omniscient narrator. I have no idea what she is thinking. I can only tell you what I'm thinking right now, and the thing that I'm thinking is that I love her to death, I trust her with my life. I love my daughter and I love our twin boys who haven't been born yet."
"What is love? I have no idea what love is, but I can't describe my feelings for her in just one word, better yet a paragraph, so my feelings for her are just about as indescribable as love itself. Does that mean that they are equal? I have no clue. These days it seems as if I don't have the answers to anything, because I'm unsure about just about every aspect in my life. I don't know who I am anymore. I don't know who I should trust besides my own wife. I'm learning to never trust anyone with my life, with my body, and with my aspirations. I've grown more cautious, more vigilante. How is this going to play out in my everyday life? Does this cast me as a crazy man because I don't trust and I can barely find love within for the very people that I call my friends and family? As it pertains to me, Kyle and Samantha are my only family."
"I've lost contact with my father, my mother and my brother and sister. Everyone I've lost contact with, I'm slowly being exiled from everyone and everything. I'm losing connections, and I feel as if nothing else matters but mending the scars that have been brought out into the light after hurting Samantha yet again. These are the things that nearly drive me to the brink of insanity. These are the things that drive me crazy, these are the things that drive me to do the actions that you people question and look upon as abnormal. If you only knew the stressful job that I have to maintain not only on the screen, but at home. Keeping my wife content with what is going on around her."
"Keeping her at a point where she can trust me one hundred percent. You people don't know anything. From losing contact, to working double time with my family to try and make things work out for the better. It's stressing me out and it's causing me to slightly see things in a different light. A light in which you people don't like. A light in which you people love to loathe. You hate me for all of this, but the events that have transpired have molded me into the man that I have become, a man that I am more familiar with to say the least. A man in which outside of the ring, I am as nice as can be, but inside of it, the bastard that you all... love to hate. I have a voice that has the knowledge and the power to ruin your fate."
'venomous viper' RANDY ORTON: So Kyle, is away at his grandparents' house for about another two weeks until you deliver these babies. What are we supposed to do with our spare time?
'the first lady' SAMANTHA ORTON: I don't know..
'venomous viper' RANDY ORTON: Is sex out of the question?
'the first lady' SAMANTHA ORTON: Um... I think that goes without saying Randy.
'venomous viper' RANDY ORTON: Well, dammit. How much longer did the doctor say exactly?
'the first lady' SAMANTHA ORTON: I don't know Randy. Like another two weeks? Then I'm going to have to heal up afterward so it's gonna be months before we can do anything Randy. You can last.
'venomous viper' RANDY ORTON: I don't think that I can.
Randy looked over to Samantha and she looked over at him and smiled at him, Randy then slowly leaned in and kissed her, he didn't want her to lean at all because she isn't in the right shape or form to really move at all. Randy laughed as he backed away from the kiss, as they both laid down on the bed watching the tv with their backs propped up by the pillows that were against the wall.
'the first lady' SAMANTHA ORTON: Why don't you go see your parents sometime soon Randy? I've been taking Kyle over there. They asked about you this time do you know that?
'venomous viper' RANDY ORTON: What'd they say to you about me?
Randy paused and he looked around the room for a minute, Samantha didn't even open up her mouth, she just looked at Randy as he left his mouth slightly ajar. He then rolled his eyes slightly and paused the movie that they were watching. He didn't want to talk about this -- not now at least.
'venomous viper' RANDY ORTON: Wait... let me guess. Did he ramble on about how much of a big screw up I am? Huh? Is that what he said Samantha? I bet that's what he said. I don't wanna hear what he said, I don't even wanna talk to him. I mean... after being told that you're a fuck up, you kinda lose all incentive to wanna talk to someone. So if there's any question as to why I don't wanna see him then you've gotta think about it. Then, my mom... she sided with him! She called me a fool! It seems as if everyone these days... they're against me.
'the first lady' SAMANTHA ORTON: Yeah, besides me.
Randy scoots away from Samantha and he gets off of the bed and stands up, he runs his hands through his very short hair, and he takes a deep breath outward, it's obviously being stressed out by all of this. He didn't wanna look over at Samantha whilst he was having his little break down. He then turns around and looks at Samantha in the eyes, and he takes another deep breath outward and he pounds down on the bed with the side of his hand balled up into a fist.
'the first lady' SAMANTHA ORTON: Calm down, okay Randy?
'venomous viper' RANDY ORTON: Calm down?! I can't calm down! This has gotten me so pissed off that I can't even think straight at this point! Why? How... am I a fuck up because I went to Kelly Kelly? I mean... sure it was a bad choice on my behalf, a big mistake, but he called me a fuck up for leaving you! You'd think that he'd side with his own son, right? I mean... it doesn't really matter to me anymore, because I don't really like Lacey anymore, but still. He didn't support me and that's the thing that really gets to me. That's the thing that really bothers me. Then my mother. She didn't even side with me! But of course... she'd side with you because she knows what it's like being the wife of a wrestler. So of course she'd side with you, when you cheated on me. What else was I supposed to do at the time? What else? Now... don't take this as an argument, I'm just venting... this has been bothering me for how long now? Months! Months!?
'the first lady' SAMANTHA ORTON: Randy, calm down! Okay? Stop acting so crazy!
'venomous viper' RANDY ORTON: Is that what you think of me now?
Randy looks at Samantha and he tilts his head to the side a little bit and then he squints and narrows his eyes as he looks deep into Samantha's eyes and he nearly sends a chill up and down her spine. The icy blue eyes of Randy Orton made her feel uneasy. She couldn't even look at him and it showed as she turned her head and looked away from him. Randy then paced himself back and forth in their bedroom.
'venomous viper' RANDY ORTON: Is that what you think of me now? Do you think that I'm crazy? Huh? You're just like everyone else, aren't you? I mean... come on! Now you're against me? Why?! Why are you against me? Why is everyone against me these days?! HUH?! You tell me. I'm looking at you, because I really wanna know what's wrong with me. Why is everyone out to get me?! Why is everything calm down Randy, quiet down Randy. Be calm Randy, cool down Randy. Why? Why not cool down Sam. Why not calm down Samantha? Why has everything gotta be my fault? You know... first it was the people, and I really don't care about their input sometimes.... and then it was my parents. You all ostracize me. You all judge me, and think that I'm crazy. Have you no idea how stressed out I've been? No. I bet you haven't because you never ask me. Because you don't care to know what is going wrong with me. Well you wanna know what's going wrong with me? You wanna know why I'm so stressed!? Huh?! You really wanna know Sam? It's all... because of you. It's all because of my parents. It's all because of these stupid people that keep saying shit about me, and to me! I can't handle it! I can't handle this!
'the first lady' SAMANTHA ORTON: Randy... please stop it!
'venomous viper' RANDY ORTON: WHY?! WHY SHOULD I?!
'the first lady' SAMANTHA ORTON: Because...
'venomous viper' RANDY ORTON: Because... why Sam? Because I'm scaring you? Is that it? Are you getting scared of me? Huh? Is that what it is? Because I'm raising my voice? Alright... alright then! I'll lower my volume, okay?!
Randy pauses for a minute and closes his eyes, he closes them tight for a minute and he raises his fist. The burst of anger had come from out of nowhere. Samantha was practically still shaking. She couldn't believe that Randy had snapped as bad as he did. Why? Why did he go off on her? Why was he acting so crazy right now? Was all of the talk of him carrying himself around as if he were a crazy person truly getting to his head? Was he now coming to believe that he was truly crazy? What if he was? What if he was coming to the ever so almost inevitable conclusion that he just may be insane. Or at least on the brink of insanity. No. No. Not Randy. Given the chance to actually talk to the man one on one with no cameras, and you'll realize that he is rather put together and has all of his priorities in order. What was wrong with him? Why was he acting out? Stressed out. Perhaps was the leading cause as to why he was 'acting out' as some would say. What was stressing him out? Perhaps life. Perhaps trying to keep Samantha happy whilst keeping emotions bottled up and not telling anyone about the things that he's feeling.
'venomous viper' RANDY ORTON: And do you wonder why I tell you almost absolutely nothing? Huh. Do you? I mean... Samantha, I love you and all, but I really don't like to talk about my feelings. It's mainly one of the reasons why I keep it all bottled up in the first place. Because I hate talking, because then it turns into this whole spiel where I talk about my feelings. Well you know what? I'm feeling fine Sam. I'm feeling great. I could never feel any better. Okay? Is that good enough for you? Is that calm enough for you? Is that good enough to get you off of my back? All I wanted to do was sit down and watch this movie with you. This... movie. This, I don't even know what it's called, I don't even know what it's about. But, I'm sitting here because of you. I'm here to please you. Everything I do these days is all to please you. I'm getting stressed out from it, and if that's the cause of why I'm acting like this, then there's your answer. Your legit answer. Are you happy with it? You better be, because in all honesty, it's all that I've got to tell you right about now. I've got nothin' else. Alright?
He exploded. He then looked at Samantha and saw the worrisome look that she was giving off. Randy just wanted to blow off some built up steam. He was saying hurtful things and he wasn't even aware of it. He was just speaking as far as he knew. He didn't know exactly what he was saying. To him he was just rambling on and on, with no words. He wasn't saying anything. But he was saying all the he needed to say. All that he needed to say in order to get Samantha to start crying. She didn't cry out with one of those loud sobs. More like a quiet one, as she turned her attention from Randy and she looked towards the right, where she looked out the window and could see trees slightly swaying due to the light breeze outside in the dark night. She slowly picked up her hand and wiped her cheek, pushing away the tears from her eyes. Randy took a deep breath in and then took a deep breath out. He began to breathe slower, trying to control his temper. Using control breathing methods to slow down on the cortisol dump that he was bound to have if he didn't have one already.
'venomous viper' RANDY ORTON: Look, when I was out yesterday with Edge. It reminded me of just how much I miss it when I don't have to worry about things. It was a stress free night for me. I hung out with Edge, caught up on some things and we ate dinner, I was free from all of the other shit that just flat out bugs me. I'm not saying that you bug me... I'm not saying that at all baby, but I'm just saying that I come home, and I expect this to be a get away. I expect this to be a place where I don't have to deal with stress, I can just be with my two favorite women. Tonight was supposed to be all about us, but you had to bring up my father. You know how I feel about that subject. I dislike him after everything he has said to me. Yet you still brought it up! That's what peeved me because you know how I feel about the whole ordeal. You know that I dislike what he's said to me, and how he views me as a man. You know what he called me? He called me a coward because I ran away from you and jumped into the arms of another woman. If anything... I am twice the superstar and twice the father he ever was! Unlike him.. I am actually there for my baby, I am actually there to see him walk, to hear him talk, to him, and he call me daddy. I am there for almost every waking moment of that boy's life. Then to hear him put me down as if I'm nothing...
Randy rolls his eyes and he walks outside of the room, and he goes down the steps, he then looks around the kitchen and opens up the fridge. He looks around and he examines the different types of food that he has scrambled around in the refrigerator. The cool breeze of the refrigerator soothes him and calms him down. He closes his eyes for a minute and then he looks behind him, as he hears feet dragging against the kitchen floor. Randy then closes the refrigerator door with authority. He stands up tall and he leans over the island in the middle of the kitchen, and he places his hands on the cold hard granite surface of the island. He closes his eyes for a minute and tilts his head downward. He breathes in and out. Inhale. Exhale. Taking slow breaths. He needed to regain his solid composure because what he was doing.
The way he was acting, was doing nothing more than just attracting attention to himself. He needed to calm down and tell Samantha what was on his mind. He wouldn't admit it, but it felt good to open up such bottles emotions, the topics scattered all around. From trying to maintain the image of a perfect husband to trying to mend the wounds of the stinging words of a father who shows nothing but disappointment in his son. Randy wanted to talk about it, but then again he didn't want to talk about it. He found that the more he talked about it, then the more he felt at ease with the situation. The better he felt he could let go of the situation at hand. It was for the betterment of Randy Orton perhaps.
Randy looked up and opened his eyes, looking at the cabinets that were before him. Approximately ten feet or so away from him. This was putting a huge damper on their night. It was supposed to be a relaxing night. A night that was to be shared between lovers, this was pretty much the only time that they could really spend together and Randy was spending it yelling at her. He had to leave the room though, leaving the room would give him the chance to calm down and also give her the chance to calm down as well. She could then wipe away the tears and possibly talk to Randy one on one, that is if she were even ready to talk to Randy right about now. He was intense. He was getting more and more intense the more he talked about his father. There was no telling what he would do. She knew that he wouldn't dare touch her in a manner that was frowned upon, but the mere fact that he was raising his voice and shouting at the top of his lungs, more angrily than ever just made her uneasy and scared. She didn't want Randy to be upset and frustrated with the current standing of things. She wanted him to be at ease, which is why she wanted him to open up. She could tell that he was harboring things. Especially since he hadn't seen or talked to his father in months.
He occasionally talked to his mother every now and again because it is his mother, but not as much as he used to talk to her. Which has Samantha subsequently worried about her beloved husband. He's acting different, he's just all around acting deranged. More and more like the character he portrays on the screen. But sometimes Randy was like this, she knew that once he got into this mode that it was best for him to blow off some steam and basically open up about what is on his mind. She knows that it's best to have Randy get stuff off of his chest. She knows him better than any woman and she knows that right now, this is what is best for Randy. She knows that he'll go downstairs and he'll be one with himself and then irrevocably, make his way back up the stairs. It was a cyclic thing.
It didn't happen often, but it happened enough times for her to know what was going to happen and when and where it was going to happen. One thing always remained the same though, he never touched her and he never stopped until he felt completely good about it. To the point where he had blown off enough steam about the situation to just let it be and go back to his normal self. This wasn't the normal Randy Orton, but yet the sick and deranged Randy Orton that some should be afraid of. Minus the crazy and outrageous mannerisms. Randy would then back away from the island and walk towards the stairs but before even setting foot onto the steps, he looked up the steps and thought about what he was going to do and what he was going to say once he got back into the room with Samantha. Going back to watching the movie was more than out of the question at this point, but what was he going to do?
What could he do? What were his options? Did he have any options at this point? The only option that he had was to wing it because he didn't have enough time allotted to him, so that he could fully prepare this long blown out speech. It all seemed to come to him naturally, because once he opened his mouth, the words just flowed out of his mouth like hot steam rising out of a cauldron. That's how you know that every emotion and every thought had been bubbling inside of his mind. That everything he was saying, it had been building up. The subject had been wearing down on Randy's mind. That's how Sam knew that for sure this was the best thing for Randy at this point. Randy knew it as well, which is why he continued to ramble on about things, even if he did somehow transition from one topic to another, because he was going over everything that was bothering him. Not just one specific problem that was causing this heavy burden on his shoulders. But everything that was on his mind.
Randy then took a deep breath outward and he started to begin the long journey up the stairs but the further he walked, it seemed the longer the staircase actually got. The journey seemed to never end. It frustrated Randy even more to have this feeling within him. Before he knew it though, he was at the top of the staircase, looking through the bedroom door, before he had even taken a step forward. He just stood at the top of the steps, with his head tilted to the side slightly. Randy squinted as he looked through the slight crack between the door and the frame, he could only see the television. The paused still frame left on the television from the movie that they were watching. Randy bit down and his jaw muscles became more sculpted. Randy then looked down and continued to step forwards, until he finally pushed the door open, as he entered the room, he looked up and over to Samantha who was still sitting down on the bed, she hadn't moved an inch. She didn't need to. She was in a much calmer state now though.
She looked over to Randy who looked into her physical features that lie upon her face, with an apologetic expression on his face. Did he get everything that was inside of his system outside of his system yet? Who knows. But they were both about to find out because Randy slowly made his way over to the bed and he sat down beside Samantha and rested his head on the pillow. He had a slight headache from the yelling. He rubbed his head and then spoke out in his deep voice, more nonchalant, but before he did speak out, he let out a long prolonged sigh that escaped from his mouth just barely before he closed his lips to hold in the sound. He spoke though instantaneously afterward.
'venomous viper' RANDY ORTON: I mean... it all just really infuriated me babe. I'm twice the man that he is, he won't own up to it, and just because I made one little mistake. One little mistake that I'll never make again, he begins to disown and scrutinize me. He just... wow, he is so unbelievable. And it pisses me off Samantha. He pisses me off. I mean, just the other week, I had this flashback before I went out and wrestled Yob Soddoth, it was my debut. I remember it crystal clear, I went out there and I introduced myself, I put on one hell of a showing, and then I went backstage and he was there, he told me that I was going to be greater than him. He told me that I was going to go on to go and do great things. He told me that I was going to be twice the man that he ever was, and now that it's happened, he can't cope with it. So he looks for one flaw, one single mistake! Then automatically, I'm back down to nothing. I'm down to dirt, as if I'm not even his son, but some fucking bum on the street that he doesn't give a care about. He's fucking with me and I know it. He's trying to push my buttons. He's trying to push me over the edge. I don't know why, but at the time he just wanted to watch me explode. Maybe it gives him some sort of excitement to watch me breakdown before his very eyes, maybe he enjoys seeing me in pain. He may not think that it hurts me. Just because I act like not a damn thing can hurt me, but when it comes to my father, my mother... my family, it hurts me.
Randy stops talking and he looks over at Samantha for a second who has been acting remotely quiet. She looks over to Randy and she gives him a kiss on the lips, the kiss lasts for a while, she didn't even have to say anything. Randy accepted the kiss and then they broke away. Through it all, Randy could delve deep down within and muster up enough love for Samantha to kiss her, even during a time of panic, during a time of frustration. Just like that she could turn it around, but Randy wasn't done venting. He still had more to say on the ordeal, and Samantha could sense that as when he broke away, his lips began to part, but once they had done so. There were no words. Randy was lost for words at the moment. He thought deeply before he uttered another word. Then he looked over at Samantha who was holding her stomach. He raised his eyebrow and then shook his head gently acting as if he didn't see the odd mannerism made by Samantha which was a short jolt followed by a grab at the stomach area. He saw it to be one of those pregnancy side effects. Randy then found the words to speak, and as he did, he spoke out.
'venomous viper' RANDY ORTON: I mean... I walk around acting as if nothing hurts me. He's my father, he should know what hurts me and what I could careless about. Right? Right?! But nooooo.... he never paid enough attention to even notice. That's why I'm a better father than him, because he was never around. He barely knows me. The only time we ever sat down and had a real conversation was when I told him that I was thinking about going into the family business. When I told him that I was seriously contemplating becoming a superstar. That's when we really started to bond. I would never do that. I would never miss out on my children's birthdays, their births, none of that. I would try my damnedest to be nothing like my father. I wouldn't judge my children no matter what. They have to learn themselves, but they know that if it's what they wanna do then it's what they wanna do. I would never get in the way of anything... unless I absolutely had to. I mean, say our sons did something like I had done when things hit the fan, then I'd step in and I'd say hey... you really shouldn't do this. I wouldn't go around acting as if I'm some saint and telling everyone what is wrong and what is right because, I've fucked up in my life. I'm not perfect, I know what it's like to screw up, so I'm not gonna tell my sons that they're screw ups. I'm gonna try and be assertive about it, instead of aggressive like my father, and you know... that's what makes me better than him. That's something that I will always have over him. My wit. I know what to do, and when to do it. I actually know when to give my kids some words of encouragement and I know when to properly steer them into the right direction, instead of veer them away from me, because then they're just gonna end up hating me, and I don't want that. I don't wan...
'the first lady' SAMANTHA ORTON: Randy...
He politely spoke in response, looking up to Samantha as he laid his head on her shoulder, he had laid his head there somewhere in mid-speech when he began to really calm down.
'venomous viper' RANDY ORTON: Yeah?
'the first lady' SAMANTHA ORTON: My water broke..
'venomous viper' RANDY ORTON: Ah fuck!
Randy jumped out of the bed and looked at the Samantha, he stood there dumbfounded, his face fixed in this disgusted look. He didn't mean to look disgusted, but it was kind of out of nowhere. He couldn't believe that he was laying next to her when it all went down. He patted himself down. He was wearing a black sleeveless under armor muscle shirt that fit him tightly. Topped off with a pair of red Nike shorts that slightly went past his knees, but just barely. He patted all of it down, just envision it inside of your head. He was freaking out, and it was rather funny to see. Samantha wasn't laughing though. Call Randy whatever you want, but one thing that will always stand, and that is he is a great father.
Scene Fades
May 29th, 2010
9:00pm
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.
The words to the song, screeching out yelling...
I HEAR VOICES IN MY HEAD
They council me, they understand, they talk to me.
I walk to the ring as, the fans are cheering me, and I walk up the ring steps and into the ring, and get a microphone.
I look around at the fans, and then begin to speak.
Randy Orton: Now I have tonight a one on one match with Sheamus, you see me and Sheamus, are two different people, me being The Viper, and Sheamus being inexperienced. I'm going to beat this nobody, because he is exactly what I said he is a nobody. So, this should be a easy victory for me.
The Viper looks directly into the camera, and smirks, and then beings to speak.
Randy Orton: Sheamus, on Raw, you are going to get beat and that is exactly is what is going to happen to you. You see, you may think your going to beat me, and make a name for yourself well guess what those dreams are going to be shattered by me. When you step into the ring with The Viper, your basically stepping into the ring with a legend, so Sheamus get ready to lose on Raw, curtsoy of The RKO. Sheamus, on Raw, I'm going to get in touch with my Inner Viper, and your going to see why they call me The Viper.
Randy drops the microphone, and walks to the backstage area, with Voices, and the fans cheering in the background.
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"You know, it really is great that I got hurt, you know.. I thank god that I broke my collarbone, at the time I wasn't thankful. I missed work -- but being able to be with my wife for the last few months of her pregnancy, and witnessing the birth of my baby, which could have been missed if I was on the road. You know... that would have been horrible." - (Randy Orton on Wrestlecast August 2008)
