Post by ryden78 on Dec 3, 2012 17:39:03 GMT -6
Cody Rhodes stands in the ring as we return to SNME's Attitude from commercial break. He leans cooly against the turnbuckle, awaiting the recently AWOL Randy Orton. Seconds go by, and then minutes after that. Rhodes glares up at the titantron and quietly rolls his eyes, demanding the referee start the match. Earl Hebner waits a couple more seconds and begins to signal for the bell to ring--
The arena explodes with cheers as the music of the Viper blares across the speakers. Rhodes' eyes snap back to the stage, snarling and baring his teeth. Seconds go by... And Orton, yet again, is nowhere to be found.
Austin Owens: Look at that! For an unprecedented month straight, Randy Orton has no-showed for a match! I never would've figured Orton for a coward.
Joey Styles: I admit, this is getting to be absurd. Just because Orton's a brand name in this industry doesn't mean he can choose when he wrestles and when he doesn't.
Jim Ross: Will you two just hush? Randy Orton has more of a backbone than both of you combined! Since you two are such "brave men", why don't YOU go and wrestle Cody Rhodes?
Austin Owens: Nah, I'm good! I'm Cody's broda!
Jim Ross: Oh good God almighty, not this again!
Austin Owens: You're just mad that you can't be a broda because you have to have a pair of testicles to get that honor!
Good Ol' JR is about to retort yet again, but is cut off by the ding of the bell.
Ding, ding, ding!
The referee begins counting the absent Viper out.
1...
2...
3...
4...
5...
6.....
7.....
8.........
9............
10!
Ding, ding, ding!
Rhodes throws an arm up in victory, but his expression is sour. Rhodes calls for a microphone. He raises the mic to his mouth.
Cody Rhodes:
You know, Randall, I really expected more of a challenge from you. But you know, it's hilarious that one of the "Best Wrestlers in the World" lost to me... And I didn't even break a sweat. Randall, unlike all of these people, I know exactly where you are. You're right where you've always been--in denial. In denial that you're not the same man that took over this industry and held it hostage. You've reverted to those Marine days, haven't you? You're going AWOL, just like you did when you were eighteen--
This haunting tribute for Orton leaves even Cody Rhodes lost for words. He looks up at the titantron, squinting hard as the video package ends. The arena goes quiet; dead quiet. The lights drop completely, except for the flash of cameras and the occasional glowstick--
The lights blare, strobing almost now. Rhodes and the rest of the Attitude audience shield their eyes. A few seconds go by, and through the bright haze, two figures can be detected: one taller, probably a man, and the other, much smaller than its counterpart. They appear to hold hands. The duo traverse down the ramp slowly, until they're distinguishable. The arena explodes as they lay eyes on Randy Orton, in the flesh, for the first time in several months. Their cheers quickly turn to mutters of confusion. The smaller figure is a child, about five years of age. A little girl. Orton talks gently to her as they walk down the ramp, and he kneels at the foot of the ramp, looking into her eyes intensely. He slowly kisses her on the forehead. He rises and turns, helping the girl mount the steps. The Legend Killer follows her and aids her through the ropes. He slithers in and resumes his gentle, yet firm grip on the girl's hand.
Austin Owens: What the hell?! That ring is no place for a child! Somebody get her out of there! She could get hurt!
Orton extends a hand to Cody, but he doesn't look for a handshake. He stares at the microphone. Rhodes, cautiously, passes the microphone over to his former mentor. Randy looks down at the mic, then at the girl beside him. Then he turns his attention to Rhodes. His eyes are more vicious than ever before, as if he honestly wants to decimate Rhodes. But when he speaks, his voice is calm, measured.
Randy Orton: This... is Allana... She is my daughter... And she is the antidote to my venom.
Orton looks like he is about to continue, but he's cut off by a ringhand who tries to gently prod Alanna out of the ring. Orton's eyes snap to the ringhand, and the young man paralyzes. With lightning fast speed, he snatches the attendant's hand off of his daughter's arm and drags the terrified man to his feet, clutching his hand at an odd angle. Orton's eyes pierce the young man's as he glares into the irises of the man across from him. He snarls and raises the microphone to his mouth, still clutching the man's wrist and hand in a vice-like grip.
Randy Orton: And if you touch her--
Earl Hebner reaches out and tries to calm the Viper, but Orton strikes quickly at the referee with a kick, knocking the wind out of him with a swift strike to the groin. The referee crumbles.
Randy Orton: --I'll rip you apart--
As easily as he would a twig, Randy snaps the attendant's wrist at an angle that almost certainly shatters it. The ringhand screams in unadulterated agony as Orton glares with a sort of sick pleasure at the gruesome sight before him. The camera pans over to Alanna, who has her eyes tightly closed, as they've been the whole time.
Randy Orton: limb--
The Viper swiftly strikes the crying attendant with a lethal-looking RKO! As quickly as he hit the move, he's back up again, glaring down at the attendant.
Randy Orton: --from--
Now a flood of security guards come rushing in to subdue Orton. Randy goes into an animalistic state--he dodges swooping arms and delivers a flurry of kicks and punches, looking like he physically cannot be touched. Within thirty seconds, Orton has all of the security guards either ejected from the ring or crumpled on the mat. As the last guard falls, Orton lunges at Rhodes who slides out of the ring just before The Viper connects. Still in this visceral mindset, Orton wheels around and punts the head of Earl Hebner so hard that an audible CRACK! is heard around the arena. Hebner slumps to the mat, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Orton looks around for more opponents to decimate, but his eyes land on his daughter and suddenly, his heaving chest stops heaving. His breath calms, and his wicked, bloodthirsty grin dissipates. Orton reaches down amongst the pile of bodies and grabs his daughter's hand. He looks over at Rhodes who retreats up the ramp in complete fear.
Randy Orton: --limb!
Orton drops the microphone and gently caresses his daughter's hair. She opens her eyes and tries to look around, but Randy puts both hands on her face and turns her head gently to look up at him. The Apex Predator smiles, a genuine, true smile, and croons quietly "Daddy loves you, Alanna!" He kisses his daughter on the forehead yet again and picks her up, sitting her around his neck. He looks down at the carnage in the ring, and tosses his hands up in his signature Legend Killer pose as SNME's Attitude cuts to commercial breaks.
[/b]The arena explodes with cheers as the music of the Viper blares across the speakers. Rhodes' eyes snap back to the stage, snarling and baring his teeth. Seconds go by... And Orton, yet again, is nowhere to be found.
Austin Owens: Look at that! For an unprecedented month straight, Randy Orton has no-showed for a match! I never would've figured Orton for a coward.
Joey Styles: I admit, this is getting to be absurd. Just because Orton's a brand name in this industry doesn't mean he can choose when he wrestles and when he doesn't.
Jim Ross: Will you two just hush? Randy Orton has more of a backbone than both of you combined! Since you two are such "brave men", why don't YOU go and wrestle Cody Rhodes?
Austin Owens: Nah, I'm good! I'm Cody's broda!
Jim Ross: Oh good God almighty, not this again!
Austin Owens: You're just mad that you can't be a broda because you have to have a pair of testicles to get that honor!
Good Ol' JR is about to retort yet again, but is cut off by the ding of the bell.
Ding, ding, ding!
The referee begins counting the absent Viper out.
1...
2...
3...
4...
5...
6.....
7.....
8.........
9............
10!
Ding, ding, ding!
Rhodes throws an arm up in victory, but his expression is sour. Rhodes calls for a microphone. He raises the mic to his mouth.
Cody Rhodes:
You know, Randall, I really expected more of a challenge from you. But you know, it's hilarious that one of the "Best Wrestlers in the World" lost to me... And I didn't even break a sweat. Randall, unlike all of these people, I know exactly where you are. You're right where you've always been--in denial. In denial that you're not the same man that took over this industry and held it hostage. You've reverted to those Marine days, haven't you? You're going AWOL, just like you did when you were eighteen--
This haunting tribute for Orton leaves even Cody Rhodes lost for words. He looks up at the titantron, squinting hard as the video package ends. The arena goes quiet; dead quiet. The lights drop completely, except for the flash of cameras and the occasional glowstick--
The lights blare, strobing almost now. Rhodes and the rest of the Attitude audience shield their eyes. A few seconds go by, and through the bright haze, two figures can be detected: one taller, probably a man, and the other, much smaller than its counterpart. They appear to hold hands. The duo traverse down the ramp slowly, until they're distinguishable. The arena explodes as they lay eyes on Randy Orton, in the flesh, for the first time in several months. Their cheers quickly turn to mutters of confusion. The smaller figure is a child, about five years of age. A little girl. Orton talks gently to her as they walk down the ramp, and he kneels at the foot of the ramp, looking into her eyes intensely. He slowly kisses her on the forehead. He rises and turns, helping the girl mount the steps. The Legend Killer follows her and aids her through the ropes. He slithers in and resumes his gentle, yet firm grip on the girl's hand.
Austin Owens: What the hell?! That ring is no place for a child! Somebody get her out of there! She could get hurt!
Orton extends a hand to Cody, but he doesn't look for a handshake. He stares at the microphone. Rhodes, cautiously, passes the microphone over to his former mentor. Randy looks down at the mic, then at the girl beside him. Then he turns his attention to Rhodes. His eyes are more vicious than ever before, as if he honestly wants to decimate Rhodes. But when he speaks, his voice is calm, measured.
Randy Orton: This... is Allana... She is my daughter... And she is the antidote to my venom.
Orton looks like he is about to continue, but he's cut off by a ringhand who tries to gently prod Alanna out of the ring. Orton's eyes snap to the ringhand, and the young man paralyzes. With lightning fast speed, he snatches the attendant's hand off of his daughter's arm and drags the terrified man to his feet, clutching his hand at an odd angle. Orton's eyes pierce the young man's as he glares into the irises of the man across from him. He snarls and raises the microphone to his mouth, still clutching the man's wrist and hand in a vice-like grip.
Randy Orton: And if you touch her--
Earl Hebner reaches out and tries to calm the Viper, but Orton strikes quickly at the referee with a kick, knocking the wind out of him with a swift strike to the groin. The referee crumbles.
Randy Orton: --I'll rip you apart--
As easily as he would a twig, Randy snaps the attendant's wrist at an angle that almost certainly shatters it. The ringhand screams in unadulterated agony as Orton glares with a sort of sick pleasure at the gruesome sight before him. The camera pans over to Alanna, who has her eyes tightly closed, as they've been the whole time.
Randy Orton: limb--
The Viper swiftly strikes the crying attendant with a lethal-looking RKO! As quickly as he hit the move, he's back up again, glaring down at the attendant.
Randy Orton: --from--
Now a flood of security guards come rushing in to subdue Orton. Randy goes into an animalistic state--he dodges swooping arms and delivers a flurry of kicks and punches, looking like he physically cannot be touched. Within thirty seconds, Orton has all of the security guards either ejected from the ring or crumpled on the mat. As the last guard falls, Orton lunges at Rhodes who slides out of the ring just before The Viper connects. Still in this visceral mindset, Orton wheels around and punts the head of Earl Hebner so hard that an audible CRACK! is heard around the arena. Hebner slumps to the mat, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Orton looks around for more opponents to decimate, but his eyes land on his daughter and suddenly, his heaving chest stops heaving. His breath calms, and his wicked, bloodthirsty grin dissipates. Orton reaches down amongst the pile of bodies and grabs his daughter's hand. He looks over at Rhodes who retreats up the ramp in complete fear.
Randy Orton: --limb!
Orton drops the microphone and gently caresses his daughter's hair. She opens her eyes and tries to look around, but Randy puts both hands on her face and turns her head gently to look up at him. The Apex Predator smiles, a genuine, true smile, and croons quietly "Daddy loves you, Alanna!" He kisses his daughter on the forehead yet again and picks her up, sitting her around his neck. He looks down at the carnage in the ring, and tosses his hands up in his signature Legend Killer pose as SNME's Attitude cuts to commercial breaks.
[END OF RP]
