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[ [ ... fade in R-K-O logo ... ] ] ... " back to school! " ...
Big or small; black or white - there's one thing people across the world will always share. Be it a professional sport or merely a day-to-day job in an office, the desire to succeed and the wish to be better than those you stand opposite to will always, always play a part in every day living. After all, it's human nature. Nobody wishes to waltz in second best. Nobody - child or adult - wants to be seen at the back of the pack.
Think about it. Ever since you were born, you adopted a competitive spirit in a particular interest. Perhaps it was the school's Football team. Maybe being the top of the class student in English. What ever it may of been, everyone's had a want to achieve far better than their friends or foes. But. There's always a catch.
There's always two ways about it, because so many have determination, yet so few reach, what we call, "the top of the mountain". Why? Why is it some define themselves as Champions, as Icons, when others are left high and dry without a single drop of success. These days, you can't have ability and not a damn thing else. Vice versa; you can't expect determination and mental strength to carry you over the line in the sand. Not gonna happen. You've gotta have it all; you've gotta be able to step up to the plate and grab ahold of any little opportunity that swings your way. Whether that chance, that once in a lifetime career defining moment is taken or not, that's the difference. The difference between champion status and potential.
At the end of the day, you can have ALL the potential in the world. You can have potential coming outta your ass, but if you haven't taken full advantage of an opportunity when it was presented, you might as well kiss your hopes and dreams goodbye.
The scene winds up in a traditional secondary school's classroom. Granted, there's no asses on seats. Just pure silence, with the odd whistling of the wind the only noticeable sound. The chalk boards at the front of the class along with the teachers desk, and then of course the students deks which so happens to be situated in a dead even lines. It's just how you imagine the typical secondary school to be. Nothing fancy - just "business", if you will. The camera pans to the left where the door has been left wide open. Standing with his arms crossed and a smirk printed across his face, Randy Orton chuckles. He's got on an expensive black suit, perhaps a trait he picked up from Triple H? Nevertheless, Orton's most definitely dressed for the occasion. He takes a few short steps into the classroom and takes his time to observe the surroundings. It's then, that the deafening silence, is broken.
" THE PROSPECT " Randy Orton : Do me a favour. Count how many times your teachers have said to you over the years; "Pay attention. Listen." Can you put a number on it? Nah. 'Cause you heard the same ole' crap over and over again. Heh. It became much like a routine, didn't it? Well, perhaps for those with short attention spans ... but Randy Keith Orton? Now there was a student. There was a boy who listened. Who paid attention. Who had a dream, followed it, and accompished it. How many of you can say that about yourselves, huh? How many of you can sit back and say you achieved your ultimate dream? Not too many I'd suggest, huh?
Orton nods his head, knowing full well that he's absolutely correct.
" THE PROSPECT " Randy Orton : From the time I laid pen to paper to now, I've been TEN steps ahead of the rest of you morons in the back. Whilst you were learning to count one plus one on your fingers, I was mastering algebra. When you were first trying to break a few words to the year level sweetheart, I was in the back of the library with girls old enough to be your mothers. Fact is; I've been EVERY, SINGLE DAMN KIDS BETER since DAY ... ONE! Heh.. and not a damn things changed since. I've seen the way you idiots glare at me, and lemme' tell ya, I love it. I love when you're eyeing me off, gritting your teeth together. Know why? 'Cause it means you've got a case of Orton ENVY! What it means, is that you aspired to be what I've always been. GREATNESS! And I hate to burst ya' bubble kids, but there's only ONE Randy Orton. There's only ONE Legend Killer and there's only gonna be ONE man left standing in the middle of that ring this Wednesday Night. And believe me you; there is NO two ways about it. That man WILL be me because I AM .. a third generation superstar. Because I AM the-e greatest prospect this damn industry has ever seen. (Pauses) And because I am .. on a whole new level of professional wrestling. You've got your Austins, your Rocks, your Jerichos, you've even got your Shawn Michaels and your Triple H's. But NONE OF THEM .. not a single .. damn .. one of them .. can say they're the youngest Worlds Heavyweight Champion in history.
This time around, Randy hasn't a smirk across his face nor a repeating chuckle. His expression is cold; it's one of immense concentration.
" THE PROSPECT " Randy Orton : Mark my words; I will NOT be leaving Mayhem UNTIL I have that World Heavyweight Championship either across my waist or over my shoulder. I WILL NOT leave behind me my destiny, for it's in my blood and in my NAME to be associated with nothing but gold.
Randy lowers his head for the briefest of moments before turning his attention towards the two black chalk boards. He makes his way over to where a full piece of white chalk is placed on top the teachers desk. In a single motion, Orton grabs hold of it and paces back and fourth. Clearly, his intentions are of great significance on Wednesday Night.
" THE PROSPECT " Randy Orton : Carlito Cool; you, pal, you've got more to learn then I first thought you had. The purpose of the whole set-up, is tot ake you back to school Carlito. To teach you something that shouldn't even have to be taught. Commen sense; that's all it takes, but judging by what you've already spat out - you're without a clue. Then again, to expect people like you to tread water and keep up with me is practically asking a dog to fly. Just ain't gonna happen.
Randy turns his back to the camera and writes in large, noticeable letters "Your". He flashes a cocky grin, one that we've all grown to hate, or perhaps love? You're the judge on that one.
" THE PROSPECT " Randy Orton : I picked up on something the other day. I believe it had to do with your vocabularly in fact. Now, call me a racist; but if you're gon'a situate your ass in THIS country then you've gotta speak properly You've gotta at least ATTEMPT to show you've got SOMETHIN' tickin' over in that head of yours. Don't make it so blantly obvious of how downright stupid you are. Hell - you go find me a three year old boy off the streets off Detroit. Even his vocab will be a step up from yours. I figured, it's cause you've never been pulled up. Heh. Well today's your lucky day pal, 'cause you're gettin' your lesson free of charge. That is providing you learn by the end of it all not to turn up to Mayhew. Because if you do, Carlito, you're gonna be eatin' hamburgers through a damn straw for the rest of your life. Got it? I'm sure you haven't, but I've wasted enough time on you to explain any further.
Orton points to the board.
" THE PROSPECT " Randy Orton : See that word right there, Carlito? It's pronounced Your. Not chur. Your Say it with me. Yoouuuurrr. 'Cause it seems to me, that you're lackin' the knowledge of which is which. Perhaps it's the accent? Nah. Perhaps it's the fact that your just plain, damn stupid. That'd appear the likely scenario, no?
He flashes another cocky smirk, one that lasts a little longer this time.
" THE PROSPECT " Randy Orton : I'll cut you some slack, 'cause god knows there's not another man living capable of mastering absolutely everything as I do. But - Carlito - if there's ONE thing you've GOT to egt through that thick, head of hair of yours and into your head then it's the difference between a dreamer and a realist.
Randy moves to the right side of the chalf board, to where there's more space to work with. He begins drawing something up; a scale. A scale which reads "Greatness; Superior" at the top and "Utter Trash" at the bottom.
" THE PROSPECT " Randy Orton : To save myself the time and effort, here's the basis of it Carlito. See the top? See where it says Greatness; Superior? That's where MY name sits. That's where you'll always be able to identify two words; Randy .. Orton. For as long as you live Carlito, that's the way it's always gon'a be. But you on the other hand. That's a different story. On one side of the scale, you've got me. You've got a guy who's only NOW entering his peak yet has already achieved all that is needed to in order to be proclaimed as a LEGEND of this business. I've ENDED the career of Mick Foley, I SPAT in his face and I BEAT that son of a bitch at his own ... game. Have you done that, Carlito? Have you shead, blood, sweat and tears inside of a steel cage with a man holding a reputation as being The Hardcore Legend? Have you? Nah. Of course not. See; I've KILLED Legends of the business. I've WON Championship belts. I've done ALL that you haven't, Carlito, but for some odd reason. For some unexplainable STUPID, PATHETIC reason you think you're better. Statistics don't lie, pal; they don't feed you false crap like what's comin' outta your mouth. They feed you the truth. No bullshit. No bias. Just the complete and utter truth. Don't get me wrong, you can dream Csrlito. You can DREAM of one day having the same success as I, Randy Orton, have had. You can close your eyes at night, rest your little head down upon the pillow and wish yourself to sleep. You can pray, you can beg - you can do WHATEVER the HELL you want. Once those lights are flickered off and the curtains are taken down, you ain't gonna be standing atop of the professional wrestling mountain with your arm raised in victory. No. It's gon'a be; Randy Orton. The Prospect. The NEW breed of pure EXCELLENCE! Heh. It's gon'a be me, Carlito, takin' home what already has my virtual name across it. Me, me me. And there is nothing. Not a god damn THING .. that you can do. 'Cause it's just like I told Trips'. It's the cycle, the nature, the process ... of EVOLUTION!
Silence.
" THE PROSPECT " Randy Orton : Someday pal, you might even look back on this day with a laugh in reference to the mentality you had in regards to actually believing you stood a chance. Haha. Now that? ... That's priceless, man.
Fade out.
