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... " Justification " ...

A new World Champion was crowned on Mayhem, but not without a twist. Raven and Chris Jericho were to do battle after advancing from both of their respective battle royals. One on one; mano-e-mano. At least - it was supposed to be that way. Y2J had begun gaining the advantage, if only for a few seconds, until Randy Orton made his presence felt by spinning Jericho around whilst on the ring appron, and delivering a big-time R-K-O which saw Y2J's neck bounce right off the top rope. And that was all she wrote. Raven nailed Jericho with the evenflow DDT and crowned himself AWA's FIRST World's Champion. So, the question's posed: Why, Randy? Why did he take out Jericho? Bare in mind, it was Jericho who took advantage of Triple H's doings to defeat Edge and advance to face off against Raven, leaving Randy high and dry. Still; is that why, or is there another reason behind it? Time will only tell.

This week, Mayhem hails from the nations capital; Washington DC and it's already drawing a lot of interest. In strange circumstances, Randy Orton has been aligned with Chris Jericho to take on Triple H and Edge, who too have issues between themselves when The Game interfered in last weeks battle royal to ultimately end Edges hopes and dreams. Can either team co-exist after the drama just a few short days ago? If so, for how long? Long enough for a team to sustain a victory? Better yet; will we even see a match un-fold, or are we gonna bare witness to an all in brawl? Answers await.

"RANDY ORTON" is printed in black letters across a wooden locker room door. Noise can be heard but can't be identified. The cameraman carefully pushes the door open, to where we're able make out exactly what's happening. Orton's laid back on the black leather couch, paying close attention to the Television with the remote in the palm of his hand. It's footage of Mayhem. Last week's show. Orton and Carlito are exchanging rights and lefts, one after the other, non stop. Eventually the contest favours in Randy Orton's, and he grabs the window of opportunity by capitalizing with a thunderous R-K-O. He picks up the victory, which even now - days later - still brings a smile to the Legend Killers face.

" THE PROSPECT " Randy Orton : That right there, ladies and gentltemen; that's professional wrestling. Taking trash, bagging it, and throwin' it straight over your shoulder. That's my job, and a job, might I add, that I do very, very well.

The footage suddenly cuts off, and the camera focuses solely now on Randy.

" THE PROSPECT " Randy Orton : What you saw there is an example of greatness. An example of where the World's Championship Belt should be with. NOT with a reject whose only way to ever make a dollar was to sit his ass around the local town, begging and praying for five cents every time a man, woman or child walked on by. THAT'S not a champion this company can be proud of. What should have happened, didn't. I should be sitting before you as your CHAMPION. As your IDOL, your DESIRE. But no. I'm not. I'm naked, I'm without my belonging. And why? Because of Jericho. Because of Triple H. That's why I made that son of a bitch pay the price.

Orton's expressions change, and he grins widely, confidently.

" THE PROSPECT " Randy Orton : But ya' know, all things worked out for the best because I've ERASED Chris Jericho from the Title picture. I took Chris Jericho, and I HUMILIATED him. I STOLE his dream and CRUSHED his aspirations. Because frankly; that piece of trash isn't WORTHY of holding such prestige. Chris Jericho isn't Championship material.. all I did.. was make sure of it. Heh. 'Cause now, I'm in position to line myself up for the first Title shot. And this time; I'm not gonna let the opportunity slip.

Randy presses play and after a few seconds of a pitch black screen, footage of Mayhem returns. This time of his battle royal involving Chris Masters, Edge & Chris Jericho.

" THE PROSPECT " Randy Orton : It took little to next to a few moments for me to completely wipe Chris Masters out of the ball game. From four men to three in a mere matter of minutes. Heh, and I did it with ease. Without breaking a single sweat and without skipping a single heartbeat. That's how damn superior I am to each and every single individual in the back. Sooner or later; you ain't gonna have a choice. You're gonna HAVE to believe it, 'cause if you dont? Heh. Simple. Your status, be it legendary or jobber .. will be KILLED!

By now, the match has progressed to the stages of when Edge just makes it in time to break up Orton's count. Seconds later; Orton's layed out by a Spear. It's at this point in the match that Triple H interferes and plays a significant part in the result. The Game drills Edge with the Pedigree. Y2J rolls over, slowly, makes the cover and steals a victory! The camera diverts from the TV and back to Randy Orton, whose teeth are virtually grinding together.

" THE PROSPECT " Randy Orton : If it wern't for the almighty Game, Chris, you'd be applying your Walls of Jericho on a god damn blow up doll. You didn't DESERVE to Main Event Mayhem with Raven. Not you and definitely not Edge. But, you got lucky. Fate fell straight into your hands and you took advantage of a once in a lifetime moment which saw you sail straight into the chance I got screwed out of. Heh. But it didn't fall into place, did it Chris? It came un-done because you didn't EXPECT Randy Orton to get justice! You didn't expect Randy Orton to COST you, the WORLD .. HEAVYWEIGHT .. CHAMPIONSHIP! Well ya' know what? Screw you, Jericho. I'm your better; I'm a THIRD generation superstar for god's sake. There is nobody, not a damn living SOUL that can step up to me and hold their ground. I ... define ... greatness. I set the standards, Chris, and it's people like you that fail to meet 'em so you find a way around it. But that's okay. 'Cause what comes around goes around, and pal, I did what needed to be done. As much as I hate to say it; I'd rather Raven disgrace the belt, because as PATHETIC as he is, as downright stupid and appalling it is to see him walk around with what rightfully BELONGS to me ... I couldn't BARE the thought of it being with you. I couldn't. Not for a single second. Now don't get me wrong, Chris, there's nothing more I'd love than to beat your ass to oblivion and to strip you of a Championship belt. But the thing is, I'd physically be in NO shape to compete. I'd be THAT sick, Jericho, that EVEN for a Title, EVEN for all the fame that comes with it, I couldn't put myself on the map. You make me sick right to the very bottom of my stomach, and once I'm done with you and once I'm done with Raven and grab ahold of MY belt, then I'm gonna remind you of it all again. I'm gonna remind you Y2J, that because of me ... because of the R-K-O ... YOU LOST YOUR SPOTLIGHT!!

Orton pauses, taking his time to compose himself again.

" THE PROSPECT " Randy Orton : Makes me happy Y2J. Makes me laugh. Makes me PROUD to know that your hopes and dreams were flushed down the toilet because of ME! Ha-ha. How's that make ya' feel goldylocks? Does it piss you off? Does it make your blood boil? Oh, I'm sure it does. I'm MORE than sure it does, 'cause I know how much you crave gold. I know how much you WANT that belt. But I'll blatant when I say that you ain't gettin' it anytime soon. Not as long as I grace the rings of AWA.

His grin evalutes to a chuckle, one that displays his arrogant, sadistic intentions.

" THE PROSPECT " Randy Orton : But it's rather funny Chris, that after I've just royally screwed your ass right out of a World Heavyweight Championship belt, they've decided to pair us up against Edge and Triple H. But let me make something perfectly clear for you. DON'T screw it up. Just sit back, relax and enjoy the Randy Orton show! Free of charge, pal! Haha. 'Cause really. What can you do? What kinda input can you have on a match like this? Around about... none? Haha. Believe me, Chris; you leave it to The Legend Killer and you'll chalk up a victory without having to bust your balls. Sound good?

The footage on the TV is completely irrelevant now. The camera doesn't move an inch off Randy Orton.

" THE PROSPECT " Randy Orton : I'll keep it sweet and I'll keep it sharp, 'cause quite frankly, I'm dealing with a situation far below my professionalism. Take Edge, for example; the guy knows no better than to run off with somebody elses wife. What IS IT with this industry? Granted; nobody's ever gonna come close to me in ANY possible aspect you can think of. But for the love of god, is there any man with credibility? Is there ANY man in the back that can put their hand up without having shame on their shoulders? Fact of the matter Edge, is that you take what you're given. You settle for what's put in front of you. And that's with everything. You're given jobbers, you settle for jobbers. You're given red headed whores and you take 'em. You've NEVER taken the next step, the step to establishing yourself as one of the BEST in the business. Nobody knows why. But I do. I know exactly why. It's because you can't cut the mustard, pal. You can't rise to the occasion. You're a one pace professional wrestler and it's all you'll ever, EVER be. Mayhem spells out one thing for you; embarrassment. 'Cause I'm gonna exploit the fact that you're nothin' better than a pile of horse shit in the largest of empty fields.

Randys cocky smirk re-appears in the same fashion it always does. He crosses his arms and takes in a few breaths. Timing is everything, you know.

" THE PROSPECT " Randy Orton : Then of course, we've got The Game. We've got The Cerebral Assassin. We've got the man that's living a past life, believing he's STILL standing atop of the mountain as wrestlings god. Bad news, Game; it's 2006 and you're only headin' in one direction and it's NOT upwards. And ya' know what, Aitch? Your downward spiral begun when Evolution lost it's most valuable player, haha. When I beat Chris Benoit and held aloft that World Title, it drove you crazy. It drove you INSANE, didn't it Trips? And ya know why? 'Cause deep down in a place you never knew existed, you could FEEL that the torch was being shifted without your consent. You could FEEL the greatness of Randy Orton un-folding right before your eyes. And that wasn't supposed to happen, was it? It was MEANT to be about you. It was MEANT to be about Me and Batista taking the hits for ya', just so as you could be the man. Heh. Well Game, time's change. Batista left you to follow his OWN path. He left you to do bigger and BETTER things. Just. like. ME! And now, Trips, now you're behind the eight ball. Now you're holdin' on for dear life, attempting to live a life that passed you two years ago. Face it, Triple H - I have SURPASSED you in every possible way. So much so, that you're beginning to believe it yourself which is WHY you're bitter. This Wednesday Night, it ends. On Mayhem - it's GAME ... OVER! Because whether you want to believe it or not, your time's up Aitch. There is NOTHING more for you to do, you have NO more purpose in this business. So bookmark it. Put it in your calendar. Better yet; prepare for it. 'Cause I've awaited to say this for a DAMN long time, and now I can. Now .. is the time. Because you are about to be ANOTHER

Over and out.