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... " I play; I win. " ...

Randy Ortons plans didn't fall into place this past Wednesday Night. At all. Instead, Orton was hospitalized at the hands of Chris Jericho and, to whom he referred to as "Giant Singh". In any event; Singh powerbombed Randy Orton off the top of the ramp and down to the tables and media equipment below. Complete devastation. Randy didn't move a muscle and was attended to by the EMT's in a mere matter of seconds. However - despite the incredible impact, Randy Orton will fight on Mayhem against Triple H in a Lumberjack Match, with Chris Jericho featuring as the Special Guest Referee.

Perhaps one positive was the announcement regarding the main event of the Pay Per View. It'll be Randy Orton, Chris Jericho and Raven battling it out for the Worlds Heavyweight Championship, leaving Edge and Triple H to clash heads in a Number One Contendership Match. No doubt about it; Orton's gonna be fighting for the gold come hell or high water, be that at 100% or 10%. It's an opportunity to re-capture glory. An opportunity to defy the odds and to stake claim as to being this industrys best.

Whilst that's an attractive headline, this Thursday Night's Mayhem against Triple H is drawing a lot of hype and a lot of attention. After all; Jericho & Singh came inches away to near on wiping Orton out of the business, and now, now he's the special guest in a Lumberjack Match? Fingers all point to Triple H, for the condition Orton must be in must'n be of a healthy nature. And lets face it: if you've got any hope of playin' the game and beating The Game, then you've gotta be performing to the best of your ability. Otherwise - you're gonna lose, and you're gonna lose big. What's stopping another Jericho/Singh attack? What's stopping Triple H aligning himself to completely destroy Randy Orton? Takes no rocket scientist to figure out the consequences that The Legend Killer may be facing, but at the same time, revenge could be the fuel to the gas tank. All will be revealed on Mayhem!

The cameras begin rolling where we left off last Thursday Night in Washington DC at the Hospital in which Randy Orton was sent to right after being brutally assaulted. First up we're shown a view from a distance - roughly fifty metres out. It's not the best of days. Grey sky filled with clouds. Hard to pick a spot of blue. Relatively cool, too. The scene switches to an office like surroundings, with a desk in between doctor and patient. In this case, the patient's Randy Orton who clearly is battered and bruised with parts of his face covered up, his neck in a brace and his lower back taped. Not to mention, he's got a set of crutches lying up against the desk. Sitting across from him is a doctor dressed in customary white clothing. Neither one of them have what you'd describe as an excited or satisfied expression, in particular Randy Orton, who is as cold faced as you've ever seen.

" DOCTOR " Larry Brookes : No, Randy. You don't understand the circumstances surrounding your health. Your in no shape to properly physically compete.

" THE PROSPECT " Randy Orton : No, you don't understand Doc. You don't understand what it felt like to be driven through tables and onto media equipment. You don't, you can't and you won't EVER understand what the business means. It runs through my veins, Doc, it's not a job. It's my life! I am NOT gonna lay down to be Jericho's bitch!

" DOCTOR " Larry Brookes : I can see where you're coming from, really, I can. But look at the statistics. Look at the facts, Randy. You've got more to lose then you've got to gain. Why risk yourself? Sure, you could go out there Thursday Night and compete. But you're running a very, very high risk. One wrong knock and you could kiss your hopes and dreams goodbye. Don't look short term, Randy. Please. Look up; anaylse what's more important.

Orton's frustration is evident.

" THE PROSPECT " Randy Orton : What's important is gettin' that son a bitch back! What's important is NOT steppin' down, Doc. That's what they wanted. That's what Chris Jericho and his puppet aimed for. Their intentions were as clear as a blue sky. They wanted me OUT of the Title picture. I'm not gonna bow down to that. I'm not gonna step aside and watch Chris Jericho walk onto capture the Worlds Title. NO!

Larry Brookes sighs, as the message is clearly not registering in Randy Orton's head. His mind's fixed upon one thing; getting revenge.

" DOCTOR " Larry Brookes : What if Thursday Night's your last, huh? What if you can't ever walk again. Is it worth it then, Randy? Is it worth running that deep of a risk?

" THE PROSPECT " Randy Orton : Believe me. It's worth every step. I appreciate the advice Doc, but if it's the LAST thing I do I swear to god I will get my revenge. So long as I can breathe, I'm goin' after him. I'm well aware of the consequences. I'm aware of what might be. But I can't let him win, Doc. I can't let him take away my dreams. He made a mistake, and I must.. I will capitalise on it. He didn't finish me off. He beat me within an inch of my career, but he DIDN'T erase me from the Title picture. And that's all I need Doc. That window of opportunity. That's ALL I need to turn the tables.

" DOCTOR " Larry Brookes : I can't say I approve of the decision you're making Randy, but it is up to you. You'll have to be very, very careful with how you manage it though or else the next time you see me you could find yourself in a Wheel Chair. We don't want that.

Orton nods his head and struggles to get back up to his feet. He grabs the crutches, nods at The Doctor once again, and it's at that point the scene fades to black.

And we're back. This time, outside of the Hospital and in the car park. There's not too many vehicles nor men or women around, with Randy orton being the exception. He's got a bitter expression planted across his face. After all; what's so fun about not being able to walk, having to use crutches, and being battered and bruised?

" THE PROSPECT " Randy Orton : I won't lie to you. I'm not in a pretty state. I got my own ass handed to me on a silver platter in front of the whole world. I won't doubt that for a single second, I'm man enough to face facts. But after what you did Jericho, after what you and your little buddy did ... I'm still standing. Yeah, I'm bruised. Yeah, I'm battered. But pal, I'm The LEGEND Killer. I'm RANDY ... ORTON. And YOU didn't get the job finished!

He's right about that one.

" THE PROSPECT " Randy Orton : It took two of you idiots to come up with a plan. To turn against me, to throw me over the ramp and through the media equipment. That was the best you could come up with, huh? Shame, Chris. What you start; you finish. At least, that's the way it's supposed to go. But you didn't. You left me with enough petrol in the tank to make it to the pay per view. Big mistake, Jericho. The biggest of all.

Orton smirks for the first time in a long time.

" THE PROSPECT " Randy Orton : Even bigger than the one your Mother made when she gave birth, Jericho.

Randy chuckles, but it fades almost instantly. He's still in a great deal of pain, obviously.

" THE PROSPECT " Randy Orton : What comes around goes around and pal, you'd better have eyes in the back of your head 'cause as long as I'm still breathing your days as a professional wrestler are forever numbered. I'll get my revenge. Whether it be this week. The next week. or the week after that. I will make you pay, and I'll make you pay in blood!

Time can only tell the tale of that one, eh?

" THE PROSPECT " Randy Orton : It's not just a quest to be the best anymore, Jericho. It's not about denying you a Championship Belt. It's not about who's better; 'cause as god as my witness, we already know that one. Simply put; it's personal. I despise everything you stand for. I HATE your damn guts Jericho, and I will do ANYTHING humanly possible to eliminate you from the industry. Heh, and it just so happens to be that destiny's set a date for that. March 29, 2006 - the day goldylocks is put to rest.

Randy Orton doesn't take a second of his time to focus elsewhere. His eyes are fixed upon the camera only.

" THE PROSPECT " Randy Orton : But ya know .. everyone's talking about Mayhem. Everyone's talking about what'll eventuate from thursday night's Main Event. I'll tell you what happens; I beat Triple H. One - Two - Three. That simple. Lumberjack means nothin'. Chris Jericho bein' the special guest referee ... now that means somethin'. But lemme' give ya' some advice Y2J; step aside, drop to ya knees and count. Now, I understand if you have difficulty counting to 3 because heck, you're Canadian after all, but if you screw me .. I will HUNT your ass down and you will NEVER see the light of day again. But who am I kidding? of course you'll try somethin' smart. Of COURSE you'll try and screw me out of the match. Which is why I've set up a plan of my own, which mind you, rely's solely on your actions. I'd say it's designed to teach you the consequences of taking such actions as you have. Think it over.

And up next: The Cerebral Assassin.

" THE PROSPECT " Randy Orton : Trips, allow me to remind ya' where you're at in comparison with me. At Vengeance, you've got Edge to determine who's the Number One Contender to the Worlds Heavyweight Championship ... Which on the same night, I'll be winning. Funny, isn't it? You think you're miles ahead of the student, when in fact, your a step behind. Explain that one Game. Why'd AWA push you back to the shelf? Because quite frankly, you're stale. You're NOT what this company needs to lead itself into a new era of professional wrestling. AWA needs a star with a bright future ... heh ... and they realized they ain't gotta look any further, 'cause I'm shining brighter than any star in the sky Trips.

Still, his face is clouded by a cold expression. He's nto interested in fun and games, that's for certain.

" THE PROSPECT " Randy Orton : Put yourself in the board of directors shoes, Aitch. Would you rather place your house upon old, washed up land that ain't gonna attract the type of interest you need? Or would you rather place your house upon something new, something fresh - something that draws attention from all over the world. It's a no brainer Game, you should know that. I've passed you by. I've taken the next step towards a level far higher than you can reach for. A level ... of greatness! Think of all the names I earned Hunter. The Legend Killer - The PROSPECT - The FUTURE - The Diamond In The Rough. I earned 'em in the shortest of times, and in a little less than a few weeks, the next one's gonna be AWA World CHAMPION! Heh. And Aitch - there ain't a damn thing you can do about it. Just like Thursday Night Mayhem when you get a taste of the R-K-O! It's inevitable; it's evolution. It's ME deciding YOUR destiny!

........... Silence.

" THE PROSPECT " Randy Orton : Count on it. I will beat you. I will slap you across the face and into a world of reality. To WAKE you up from your dreams. To have the message sent straight to your head: I Play? I WIN!

He aggressively spits onto the ground before him, signalling a sign of dis-respect and dis-like for Triple H. Soon after, our cameras fade to black.