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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.
The scene begins with Randy Orton holding up a photograph of Raven capturing the Worlds Heavyweight Championship. His facial expressions are not of a joyful description, neither are they of pure hatred. Rather strangely; it's a face holding no expression. He points to the photo with his index finger, pointing out the obvious.
" THE PROSPECT " Randy Orton : Allow me to confirm something, Jericho. Raven is the AWA World Heavyweight Champion. Be it because of my intereference or not; fact is, he's the man with the leather strap. He's the man that beat you, Chris. Twist and turn this subject into whatever you may, 'cause god knows - that's all you're good for. But at the end of the day, you're in the business to succeed. You're in this business to be the best. And to be the best, Y2J - you've gotta have proof. Much as I hate it, Raven's got that proof. See, we can converse about how you may be the Champion had it not been for Randy Orton. We can pull on that 'till every last cow comes walkin' home, but it's not gonna help. It's not gonna change a damn thing. You. are without gold. And please. Spare me the fake bullshit. Deep down; you don't like it one bit.
Orton continues holding the photo, however, without pointing.
" THE PROSPECT " Randy Orton : Show me the real you, Chris. Show me the Chris Jericho that I know is still alive and well deep down inside. Show me the man that can't take a single defeat, let alone a loss of a Title opportuity. Don't cover up. Don't hide behind the shadows and proclaim you're "used" of being screwed. It's an excuse. A piss poor excuse. For the amount of talking you manage, I'd expect something better than that from you. I guess, though, you are Canadian after all.
Silence.
" THE PROSPECT " Randy Orton : Ha .. ha!
Smartass.
" THE PROSPECT " Randy Orton : Let me tell ya' somethin' goldylocks. I'll do what I wish, say what I want and laugh when I desire. Don't like it? Plain and simple, pal; bite me. Gonna cry about that too, huh? Gonna shead a few tears Chris? After all, that's about all you've done since the time your ass arrived last week. Piss and moan. Moan and piss. And about what? How you were "held back" by the McMahons? God. Somebody throw a bucket of water over my damn head. Probably only about the four hundredth time a McMahon's been crucified for the lack of talent. It hadn't anything to do with McMahons judgement or favourtism, Jericho. It had all to do with the fact that you're NOT what you perceive yourself to be. You are NOT championship material. I told you that last time. About time you start listening, don't you think?
Clearly Randy Orton is not at all impressed by Jericho's latest screening. He lays the photograph down next to him, concentrating solely on the camera.
" THE PROSPECT " Randy Orton : You are right about one thing though. That this match of ours with Triple H and Edge on Mayhem matters none. Co-existing was never an option nor an alternative. I screwed you, which came at a great delight, but that's besides the point. My intentions extend far beyond screwing you outta the belt. I don't want to to have to EVER look at your face AGAIN! I want ... I need ... to take you outta the equation. Not because you pose a threat. Not because you've got a fifty cent haircut. But because hatred runs through my god damn VAINS for you.
It's not even two weeks and already there's a heated rivalry between Chris Jericho and Randy orton. Jesus christ!
" THE PROSPECT " Randy Orton : Sooner or later, you're gonna face reality. You're gonna find a distinct difference between you and me. You're gonna realize exactly why you got treated like a bag of shit back in World Wrestling Entertainment, whilst I was rapidly making progress up the ladder of professional wrestling. Perhaps my reign as Champion lasted for only a short while, but I proved my worth. I PROVED that not only can I keep up with the front runners, I can beat 'em. I do so with your fellow toothless Canadian Chris Benoit. Whilst Trips may of got the better of me, I can assure you. I can assure HIM - that it ain't the same scenario it once was. Randy Orton has evolved from being a great Superstar, to a legendary Superstar. For years to come, kids, grandfathers, grandmothers, uncles and aunties are gonna be speakin' about Randy Orton. But you? What'll they care? What makes you worth their time? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. So save ya' breath, pal, cause there's no two ways about it; I am THAT much better than you.
It's official; Jericho & Orton, a clash of ego.
" THE PROSPECT " Randy Orton : As for you, Edge - I don't give a damn about the crap that comes flying outta your mouth. I'd swear when I'm listening to you ramble on about the same old trash that I'm hearing a bed time story. Truth is; you've got Hunter to deal with. So take some advice and keep ya' hands around your OWN deck of cards, 'cause if ya try and get involved in my business then make NO mistake about it, I will rip you apart! Wednesday Night is about one person; me. It's about Randy Orton showcasing his ability against a filthy scumbag Canadian. Should you take a step over the line drawn in the sand, god help you. 'Cause I won't hesitate in drivin' your ass to the floor with the THREE most devastating letters in this industry today. The ... R - K - O!!
Next: The Cerebral Assassin. Mayhem is gonna be one hell of a night. That's for certain.
" THE PROSPECT " Randy Orton : Last, but definitely not least - Triple H. Where are ya', Trips? We're what, a day away from Mayhem and I'm yet to hear a single THING out of you. Not usually one for loss of words Game. Somethin' wrong? Somethin' bothering ya? Nah. You're bullet proof, right? Know what - cut the crap. I've told you too many times before, but JUST for your benefit I'll mention it one LAST time. Evoltuion's mother nature and I have passed you by. Yeah - you were good. You were damn good, Aitch. But time changes a lot for better or for worse. Either way; I'm done playin' the puppet to your strings. The tables are reversed, now it's time for you to play the bitch, Hunter. Heh. It's Game on, pal, and you're about to crash and burn.
Orton winks.
Blackness.
