Post by rko on Jun 7, 2010 17:11:45 GMT -5
THE VIPER WITHIN ME
"It feels like these walls are closin' in... this roof is cavin' in... time to raise it then. Everything around me is suffocating me. To the point where I find it hard to breathe. These fans. Myself. I cannot run from any of it. I hate what I've become sometimes. The man that cannot look inside of the mirror without these voices. These voices... they talk to me. Making me seem as if I'm a schizophrenic. I keep it under wraps because what will cause people to worry about me. That will cause people to tell me to go see a doctor. It may very well be true that I need to see a doctor, a psychiatrist of some sort, but I don't want help. I need the help, but I don't want it. The last thing that I want is for someone to tell me what to do and when to do it. My life is not under control by myself, there are certain mysteries that I cannot explain within my life. From the dreams, to the voices inside of my head. Is this something beyond myself? I can skip past the conclusion of being a psychic because that is just far-fetched."
"What type of sane man would that make me? To tell people that I hear voices and see things that don't exist? I'd be going back to something that I found myself running away from in the first place and that is being looked at as some outcast. I don't want to be looked at as the weird man. When I grow up... that creepy old guy in which fables get passed around from generation to generation about me. "Oh I hear that the man who lives in that house eats kid's innards." Then when I die some old story gets passed around about me that some mysterious murder occurred there when I killed whoever. Going to the doctors and admitting that I have a problem is the first step down a long road that can only lead to one thing. An ever dropping decline in life. I don't want that, things are too good for me right now. Things are surprisingly going well for me right now, besides the fact that my family life is coming to an instant and astonishing crumble. Just exactly how is this happening? Well, it hasn't been brought out into the light but myself and my father, we're not seeing eye to eye right about now. You want the backdrop on that one? Well, my father -- I paid him a visit way back when I started dating Lacey Von Erich. From the start, he didn't like her. My father... my mother, my entire family they loved Samantha, and they wanted to see us together forever. There is no forever folks. Once Samantha cheated on me, I moved on. That is a story that majority of you people already know, but what has failed to reach your minds is the fact that my father talked down on me and my decisions once Lacey set foot inside of the house."
"He told me that I was worthless, spineless and said that I was a coward. He went on to say that I needed to get back with Samantha otherwise that would make me a bad father. Everyone is turning against me, everyone and everything is closing in on me. They're trying to suffocate me, they're trying to kill me. They can only come so close, but it's come to the point where at one time or another, I feel suicidal. Do I right now? Possibly. But I'm not going to act upon it. My father... my wife at times, and my mother, they all turn against me. They find my actions to be rather questionable. Why is everyone turning against me?! Why do they feel the need to critique my decisions? Why do they feel the need to constantly tell me what I'm doing wrong? Do I not know what I'm doing? They think that I don't know how to live my life. They treat me as if I'm some little kid. They treat me as if I'm lower than dirt. I take offense to all of the accusations, I take offense to the fact that they believe that I'm worse than dirt. I resent the fact they believe that they need to guide me through life because I'm doing it wrong or going about life in the wrong direction? What? Since when did life have a wrong or right way to it? This is still a game that we're all trying to learn. I dislike everything about the people that surround me at times, except for Samantha seeing as she's the only one who in my personal life sticks around with me the most. My father... he falls off and tells me that I'm a fuck up and a bad father, then there's my mother who agrees with him. Me and my sister... we're still close. The brothers, I'm still close with them, it's all my father and mother. The ones who are supposed to love their child the most through the rain and the pain but now they are nowhere to be found. Do you wonder why I do the things that I do? With all of the torment, the pain that I go through emotionally. I am not the cause of this. My surroundings are to blame."
"What is to come of things in the aftermath of my backlash? In which... I isolate myself."
-- --
There Randy stood, in the middle of the sea of people. Eyes glancing up toward him. The moment was intense, as Randy looked to his side, one of the people who were running this whole occasion passed him a microphone. Randy then grabbed the microphone and smiled out to the fans, something that he rarely did. They cheered for Randy as he looked out at that. He then raised a fist out to the crowd, playing the typical babyface to the fans, something that is somewhat contradictory to his character that he portrays on the television screen. Randy then stops the taunting and hyping up the moment, and he then takes the microphone and he begins to speak to the people in his deep monotonic voice.
'the apex predator' RANDY ORTON: How are you guys doin'?!
The fans giving off the typical reaction. A cheer towards Randy.
'the apex predator' RANDY ORTON: Now that's what I like to hear... but people... please thank the man responsible for all of this. He's the one who got me here... for this here car show... to sign autographs and everything else. But you know... I love my cars. I love my cars... those are my babies. I take proper care of them, as do you people hopefully. I mean -- I - I don't ride inside of a Limo.. I have a nice Hummer H2 that gets me where I need to be and when I need to be there, but thanks to my rigorous schedule, I can't drive around in my baby twenty four - seven. Which you know sucks, but I'm glad that I'm here to sign autographs and what not, and to discuss cars with you people... basically just talk about anything that you wanna talk about. I'm here for you fans, I'm here for the people. It's not something I get to say often either.
With that said, Randy sits down in his chair and the security open up the area for fans to move forward and majority of the fans move forward to get their words in with Randy Orton. He smiles and signs a few autographs. You know, the usual thing. He exchanges a few comments on the fellow superstars in the back. He is asked a couple of times whether he likes CM Punk or not. If they're friends behind the scenes. He simply answers that he's never been too fond of Punk. The fans aren't too shocked about it. But once they ask him questions as it pertains to Triple H, he says that HHH is a rather good friend of his. The fans are taken back by this. Of course these questions were within the span of a few fans here and there. They were curious and Randy filled their heads with the answers that they were looking for.
Randy then continues on to sign autographs, the session goes on for longer than Randy actually expected. Randy finally stops signing autographs, and the fans go back behind the little rope. Security surrounding the fans. Orton then comes off of the little stage that he was on and he came to the floor, standing tall and far above the rest of the average height fans. He held a microphone in his hand, and he smiled as the fans began to gather into their "RKO" chant. Randy put up his fist yet again and punched through the air at the rhythm in which they spoke. Randy then began to pace back and forth and the fans slowly simmered down and Randy then was able to bring the microphone up to his mouth and speak aloud.
'the apex predator' RANDY ORTON: As you all know... RAW is this Monday. As you all are also aware of, I'm facing Triple H, CM Punk and Judais. Yes... Yes, the company bad boys. You all love to hate them but without him I wouldn't be going over as this anti-hero babyface bad guy. He makes me look better. Without Triple H... I wouldn't be in the predicament that I'm in right now. Do I not wanna be in this match? I don't know.. I can honestly tell you that I would like to be with my baby girl and my two newborn baby boys. TWINS actually. Ah, I love them... and I'd rather be with them, but you know... I gotta provide for my family, you know? I gotta look out for them, and I gotta keep my job so I gotta do this. Don't get me wrong though, I love my job. I love everything about it, you know... to be following in my father's footsteps. I love my job. So Monday should be rather exciting for me. I mean hopefully this will be our last match because this feud for the WWE Championship, it's been built up for awhile now. Back when I first started... you know dating Lacey Von Erich. I'm pretty sure that you're all aware of that relationship. Anyways... this thing between me and HHH, it was always there, and then I invited him personally into Evolution. He reminded me of myself. Triple H... he's young... arrogant and just all around, cocky... just like I was back in the day, thanks to some... anger management classes I've gotten that all controlled and toned down so thank god, haha. But... in all seriousness, I kinda just want all of this to be over, I wanna get back home to my wife and my kids, but then again I wanna wrestle because it's in my blood you know? It's what fuels me... it keeps me going, you know? It gives me the incentive to wake up and do what I do. I cannot even tell you how much I love this business... how much respect I have for the superstars and how much I love each and every one of you fans. I mean... even though I'm not able to constantly reach out and tell you people this on the regular, I really do appreciate everything that you people do for me and my family. I'm pretty sure that everyone else in the backstage area when the show is on the road, is very... very appreciative to what you people do for us. Even Triple H.
Randy then looks at his watch, and he looks over to the guy who then calls the signing off. He gives Randy a nice parting speech and then Randy waves to the crowd and he walks away as his theme song plays faintly in the background. The day grew though and Randy then came to the arena, Monday Night Raw. Walking nonchalantly throughout the backstage area was Randy Orton. Walking tall and with a purpose seemingly. A glare in his eyes as he walks forward. Looking for something or someone. Who was he looking for? Who could Randy possibly be looking for. It seems as though when you're in search for something that it takes double the time to find exactly what or who it is that you're looking for. The search seemed to be endless, Randy didn't give up though. He kept walking around as the camera man backpedaled and followed Orton to wherever it is he was going. Randy was walking at a rather fast pace as well. Opening doors with authority, until he finally stopped right in his tracks. The camera man then got a little closer to Randy as his eyes were opened wide and his mouth slightly ajar.
Randy then looked down for a second and back up at who it was that stood in front of him. The camera did a quick swivel, and looked at the face that was beyond Orton's staring back at him with a cold squint in his eyes. Somewhat similar to the one that Orton gives off to people at times. Randy had the camera then directed back at him, Randy pushed his tongue against the bottom part of his bottom lip and pushed it out some. He was thinking of words to say but he didn't exactly know how to say them to the person that stood in front of him. Who was the person though? Who was this mysterious human being that had Randy so frozen at this time in the ever-swinging pendulum we call life. Everything was so still for the time being. Randy then raised an eyebrow as he looked at the man. Kane who was staring back at him with intensity in his eyes.
Kane: I bet ya wanna kick me in the skull right now, don't ya Randy? Is that what ya wanna do to me Randy? Ya wanna punt me in the skull so freakin' hard that I get amnesia?! I know that you're lookin' for me. But why? Is it because ya wanna cause me some physical damage before our match out there tonight? Ya wanna make sure that you've got that one-up on me, don't ya? Listen Randy... I know that you're lookin' for me. I don't know what type of hidden agenda ya have, but I ain't goin' nowhere... I'm not runnin' so say what ya gotta say right here.... RIGHT NOW!
'the apex predator' RANDY ORTON: That what you think I wanna do to you? Is that what you think I came looking around here for? To punt you in the skull?! Huh? Kane... I didn't come to punt you in the skull. I came to put you on notice that even though I'm facing Triple H, CM Punk and Judais in this... Battle Royal match, for the WWE Championship don't you dare think for one split second that I'm gonna take it easy on you. I'm not gonna take it easy on you, because to my understanding... you've got this hunt that your on. One in which you intend on winning. Now... Kane, you tell me which one is more important. Your hunt, or my match? You see... I'd just love to cost you your hunt for your mask. I'd just love to be that man that put some much hurt on you that you could barely continue when it really mattered. I wanna be that man that left you barely incapable of continuing on. I'm going to beat you within an inch of your life! I'm not going to do it here though... no... no... NO! I'm going to wait for the perfect time, I'm going to wait for the perfect moment! For when I can strike and beat you as I damn well please... now Kane... don't get me wrong, I don't hate you... I don't dislike you but I know that beating a man of your stature is something that I need to get put over. I know that beating you is something that I need to do in order to jump into the main event scene. Do you understand Kane? Do you understand what I am getting at? You... I have nothing against you personally but where you stand on this roster is all that matters to me. You see... I know that Taker -- he has somewhat of a soft eye for you. He puts you inside of title match after title match. Why? Because... he feels as if you're the go to guy. You're the man that people need and want to beat. You're that man! Now... I could easily beat you right here and right now and make a statement -- an example using you, but I'm not gonna do that. As I always say... things they need to be taken slow. Everything that I do is a process! Things need to go step by step, and day by day. Until things are perfectly in place, and that is when I'm going to strike. I'm going to hit you when you're weakest. When I can easily take advantage of you and decimate you, pulling you limb from limb! That's what I wanna do... and you can call me crazy Kane, you can call me anything you want, but no matter what you say about me... it doesn't change anything. I'm still your greatest threat! You know it... you know that I'm a threat to you and that with me in your way that it'd be very hard for you to do anything! You know that what you do... it is being closely watched by myself. You're afraid Kane... but you don't wanna let these people know that do you? You don't wanna show these people the fear that I strike into you! Kane... this was just a warning... a warning that I want you to heed. A warning that I want you to take seriously.
Randy then tilts his head up and looks up at Kane who swallows hard and laughs under his breath and looks back up at Randy. Kane slowly shakes his head from side to side and is not at all surprised with what Randy had to say. Kane saw it as some tactic to scare him. He wasn't at all intimidated by Randy who just seemed to babble on and on about things that Kane didn't really care about. Randy looks quizzically at Kane as he turns his head and bit and looking down at the ground past Kane, with eyes squinted. Kane turns his head slightly and looks at Randy's cheekbone structure. Kane then bites down as his jaw muscles then bulge outward. Randy licks his lips and waits for Kane to speak, as he can tell exactly when Kane wants to say something. Randy and Kane have worked and have gotten to know each other more so than most superstars can in the industry today. Randy knew him more than anyone else in the business besides Triple H, and he had a clue as to why Kane would be smiling at this moment. One of his cliche speeches were about to come out into light. Randy was just waiting for it, this was the calm before the storm.
Kane: A warnin'? Randy... ya know me better by now. Ain't nothin' I'm scared of! Ya wanna bring it Randy, then bring it. I'll give you a war! I've got this business runnin' through my veins like adrenaline, and I'm gettin' damn near ready to pounce all over ya like a steam roller Randy! Ya think ya scare me? Well you're sadly mistaken... you're the Viper... well I'm the Big Red Machine! I'll get my army of myself... everyone here up in this arena to get up under me and we can all ride on ya! I'm not backin' down from a challenge Randy. I never have and I never will. Fear nothing. That's the motto that I live by Randy and it'll be a sad day when I get scared of someone with the likes of ya Randy! Someone who... sees it right to do anythin' that he can to pick up the big ol' w. Well... I don't roll like that Randy. Ya wanna come get me... ya wanna come pounce on me when I'm at my weakest? I tell you what, why don't you pounce on me while I'm right here... right now?! What's keepin' ya back Randy? Are ya scared to take me head on?! Because deep down in your bones ya know that I'll take ya to the limit! Ya know that I'll take you to limits that you've never even dreamed about reachin' before! Ya know deep down in your heart and in your mind, that I'm better than half of these cats around here! Ya know that I'm the best competition that you've got around here and that's why ya need to have me down and out before ya even second guess about taking me on! I take pride in what I do Randy... I take pride in kickin' ass and takin' names.
'the apex predator' RANDY ORTON: You always did pride yourself on being a man who never backed down from anything. Kane... you think that you can take me on? You think that you can actually beat me? Sure... sure... you've beaten me a few times here and there since I've returned to this business... but what makes you think that you'd beat me now? The little motto that once a loser always a loser popping into your mind Kane? You think that you can beat me. Is that it? HUH?! HUH?! I don't think so... I don't think that you can. Everything that you hold near and dear to you will all come to an abrupt end, as I will end you. You don't think I will? You don't think that I'll end you? I will crush you Kane... you know that I am capable of it. You know that I can do it whenever I please. Everything that you've accomplished as it pertains to me... us.... it's all nothing more than a facade. In what world could you ever be compared to me Kane? In what world could you ever match up to my abilities inside of the ring, Kane? You can't... I've got this business in my blood. I'm destined for great things... whereas, you -- what are you destined for? You're a failure Kane. I'm better than you, and I mean it. You think that you're better than me? You walk around here like you believe that you're better than me. Well... let's see who proves their side right! Let's see just exactly who is the better of the two of us. I mean... you walk around, and what do you do? You get handed things that you don't work for! You say that you earned your shot by beating... whoever it was that you beat, but to be honest the name is irrelevant. So you say that you beat him, but I've beaten a whole list of people! I've kicked countless amounts of people, in order to impress! Where is my shot! I may say that I don't deserve to become an egotistical maniac because I'm facing people week after week, but due to my performances that I put on week after week, I should be shown proper approbation! Something that I don't.... get!
Randy looks at Kane and waits for him to say something. It takes Kane a while to say something but it eventually comes outward, as Orton listens on tentatively.
'Kane: Vintage Randy Orton... yanno, what are ya gonna do, what are ya gonna be like some ten or twenty years down the road? You think you're still gonna withhold this same mentality?
Randy fades out and tunes out Kane. Everything that was surrounding him was now gone. Everything went quiet and he seemed like he was alone. Where did everyone go? The scene was now pitch black and Randy was alone. Kane was gone. The staff members were gone. The frequent clatter from the A/C was now gone. Randy looked around a bit, and confused... an indeed confused soul Randy was at this point in time. He tried to yell out. Nothing. Screaming at the top of his lungs. Nothing. Randy ran into nothingness, where things were cold and thoughts were seemingly vacant. This freaked Randy out, but then again it could freak out anyone who withheld a stable head upon their shoulders. Randy looked for a way out. A way out of this tunnel, a way out of this freaky maze that he found himself in, except he wasn't enclosed by walls of any sort. Instead... there was nothing. A black hole of sorts, his life was now empty. No Samantha, no WWE, and no children. The things that he held nearest to him. It's funny how he preached to Kane that he was going to bring everything that Kane cherished and worshiped to an abrupt end, when in reality, within the blink of an eye. It happened to the opposition. What was to come of things? What was to come of this? The fluff that filled Randy's life to capacity was gone, and now he was filled with emptiness. Without further ado, the walls came back up... the people they were now existing. Everything was back to normal. Randy looked down at his hands, they.... were different. Still the same pattern but a slight darker shade. He was still a white man. He still had his tattoos, he didn't change bodies if that's what you were thinking.
For a moment, Randy thought the same thing. Randy thought that he had perhaps by some act of a Freaky Friday he changed bodies with someone, but it was nothing of the sort. Instead... this was -- To the Future. Randy found the closest mirror that he could find. Looked at his reflection, he still looked pretty damn sexy if I say so myself, but he was starting to grow gray hair. The receding hairline, it didn't recede too much to the point where it could lower his appeal, it just lowered enough to show. But it didn't matter anyway because he kept his hair pretty low. Of course as he was checking himself out in the mirror a few people would come up to him. He would then scowl at them and cause them to run off in a cowardice manner, but then again who wouldn't when they're talking to Randy Orton? Who wouldn't run away like a coward when faced against a man that could very well break you in half? The children ran off in rage. They looked up to Randy Orton, in fact a lot of people did, especially now that he was to be inducted into the Wrestling Hall of Fame. But he didn't know that. He didn't quite fathom that he would be hitting the Hall of Fame so early. At the tender age of forty seven. He was still very young. Still RKO'ing people in the middle of the ring, if Taker could hit a tombstone at the age of sixty, and Ric Flair can apply a Figure Four at the age of one hundred then Randy could definitely RKO someone. He was still competing at his very best. Still one of the best in the world. Randy was shining still. The top performer that the industry had to offer. With a close record of eighteen world title reigns... he almost held that record as well as youngest champion. Kane had the most amount of title reigns, shattering Flair and Randy Orton's record of sixteen and eighteen with his very own twenty two title reign record. Randy had to give props to Kane for his valiant efforts. This was indeed a hall of fame class that everyone would remember. 2027. The year that people were going to remember, the first man lands on Neptune and Randy Orton and Kane get inducted into the hall of fame. Randy was unaware of all of this. He had no idea what year he was in, or what was happening around him. How could he know? He was new to all of this.
It was his life, yet he was new to all of it. Why does it not sound right? What happened? How did he get here? How did he somehow find himself flying through the time-space continuum. Randy looks around frantically, looking like the mad man that he portrays himself to be on the television screen, weekly... still. You would think that the gimmick would get old, but with time he mastered the craft and it never gets old. The fans still respond to the gimmick even more so now than they did before. But this... outside of the ring, it just made it all the more unacceptable. Sure on television, where it was his profession to do so, it was acceptable. But to do it in public on the street, it was just uncalled for, and what made it to be like that? Why was it unacceptable to act frantic around other people? Why don't people accept the fact that some are mentally challenged? Some have problems with trying to cope with their surroundings. They couldn't get inside of the frazzled mind of Randy Orton and that is why they look down upon him. That is why they see it as unacceptable because they don't know the situation. They don't understand the whole spiel, they just see him in present day as he is now, but to delve down on a deeper much more intellectual level, it takes more than the regular human being can quite grasp. Randy tried to calm himself down by taking controlled breathing exercises.
Randy then feels a slight buzz in his pocket. It must be the cellular phone. He takes it out and reads the name. "Zach Orton." Oh, it's the son. He's anxious to pick up the phone and talk to his son, maybe this could give him some clarity, or like it did... confuse him more so than helping him at all because when he picked up the phone. His son had a deep voice, somewhat resembling his father's but you could obviously tell the difference between the two of them if you were to close your eyes.
'son of a legend' ZACHARY ORTON: Dad? Dad? Where are you?! You've gotta get ready...
'the apex predator' RANDY ORTON: For what?
'son of a legend' ZACHARY ORTON: The hall of fame ceremony? What else did you think? You only get inducted into the hall of fame once dad.
'the apex predator' RANDY ORTON: Who inducted me?
'son of a legend' ZACHARY ORTON: Alanna.
'the apex predator' RANDY ORTON: How?!
'son of a legend' ZACHARY ORTON: The fuck? What do you mean how? She's a WWE diva... I think she has authority to do so. But, it wasn't just her... it was your father as well.
Randy paused for a second and rolled his eyes. The thought that him and his father were getting along now made him laugh for a second, because he didn't think that in a million years he'd ever be on speaking terms with his father, but he has matured, he's grown old. Maybe they've decided to let bygones be bygones? Randy is no stranger to that. Randy avoids the talk about his dad though, and he veers over to another part of the conversation.
'the apex predator' RANDY ORTON: Where's your mother at?
'son of a legend' ZACHARY ORTON: Are you feeling okay?
'the apex predator' RANDY ORTON: Yeah, I'm just feeling a little....
He sighs.
'the apex predator' RANDY ORTON: Lost
'son of a legend' ZACHARY ORTON: Just a little? Dad. Look, mom died.... years ago.
'the apex predator' RANDY ORTON: WHAT?! How?!
'son of a legend' ZACHARY ORTON: Car accident.... look dad, are you alright? I'm comin' to pick you up, alright?
"The sirens blared throughout the silent night. The people they rushed, cars they passed by slowly to take in the scene. The busy highway that this all took place on, was changed for the night. Everything was slow. Everything was blurry. Everything was black, dark, as black and dark as the night sky. Pitch black. Everything in that moment, went up in a blaze. The sound of metal exploding and crashing down to the ground, the sound of fire crackling. Almost like a burning campfire, burning, burning, burning. The jolliness and the singing and the laughter of a campfire, were all vacant. None of that took place at this scene. None of it was here. This was no laughing matter. Things, they were now serious. Everyone around the scene, looked on expressionless, a feeling and a need to give out condolences to the grieving families. It's within our natural reaction to do so, isn't it?"
'the apex predator' RANDY ORTON: Oh no. It wasn't a dream...
'son of a legend' ZACHARY ORTON: What? Dad... are you hallu-
'the apex predator' RANDY ORTON: NO! I'm not hallucinating! I had a dream long ago t-t-that your mother she died in a car crash! I somehow survived.... and it's come true, it wasn't a dream... it was more like a mere vision of what was to come. Oh my god! Oh my god! WHAT THE FUCK?! Why?!
Randy went into a panic attack. He had these frequently now, it was all new to him, seeing as how he had never had one before, until now. His aging has gained him new problems that he had never knew about. So he was acting rather dramatic for such an ordeal that wasn't all too serious. He thought that he was having a heart attack. This all felt so real. It was surreal for Orton. He couldn't believe this. The pain that he had felt when he heard that Samantha died was just... something unbearable. He didn't want to hear it. Randy was in a state of shock, a catatonic state withdrew from the vacillate and dangerous mind of Randy Orton that was now discombobulated by the recent events that have surfaced into the light. Randy couldn't believe it. He had to go see her, he wanted to go see her. Before Zach could open his mouth one more time, Randy closed the phone with authority and threw the phone in a rage. He then sprinted down the sidewalk. Yelling out in fury. The walls ripped away and everything was black. Again. Randy fell down to his knees, he wanted more information on everything, just exactly what happened, even though for the most part he sort of knew what happened. It had came to him in a vision. Was this really to come of her fate? Was she to die? Randy doubted it for each and every moment he spent breathing that it would end like that for her. But the fact that he felt it, the fact that he heard and witnessed what he has witnessed in these little apparitions, it was just too much for him. It got to him emotionally no matter if he believed... or not. The pain it was real, the words, they were real, the images of Samantha in a grotesque scene, it all seemed too real. There are many layers to Randy Orton, the side of him that he displays for the fans to see, the nice and humble side. The side that he displays on the screen, the bastard. The kind that he is at home, the loving father who would do anything to provide for his family, and then seldom the crazy and somewhat delusional Randy at home. Only when he's alone is this part of him unleashed though. It's something that he's just going to have to.... keep it under wraps.
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