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Date Posted: 17:32:05 10/27/04 Wed
Author: Randy Orton w/Charlie O'Neale
Subject: Homecoming
In reply to: Team Angle 's message, "Backstage" on 14:40:36 10/24/04 Sun







*"Evolve" hits the speakers as Randy Orton steps out onto the ramp, dressed in a pair of slacks and a buttoned up shirt. Randy pauses for a second at the edge of the ramp and extends his arms out, sending down a cascade of fireworks. As soon as they're done, he puts his hand out, and out comes Charlie O'Neale!*










*The fans in the Kiel Center are not pleased and they let them both have it with both guns blazing. The ruckus raised causes Orton to raise his brow and wave them off. Randy steps down and grabs a mic, checking to see if it’s on and then pauses before speaking. He hesitates again, and the fans catch on, booing him before he even starts.*


Orton: "There's one thing wrong with this picture. I expect... No, I DEMAND my proper respect here... in Saint Louis, Missouri of ALL places!"

*The fans give it to him alright, booing him out of the building* "Now, this....this is unacceptable. You cheer Marc Bulger and the Rams....*hears the pops and waves them up* You even cheer the Cardinals...who I'm QUITE proud of....regardless of the fact....well, they made it all the way to the World Series and are getting swept right OUT of it just as quickly.

*This causes them to go nuclear, throwing cups and anything else not nailed down or overpriced at him* "So when I, a conquering hero show up, fresh off of the biggest win of my career. THIS is the thanks I get? You all are so used to mediocrity that you can't even bother to properly salute a REAL winner?"

"You know what I think of all of you....I'll TELL you what I think of you....I think..." *Orton pauses and looks back at Charlie* "Hold on....love....put your hands over your ears....I don't want you to hear what this vile place makes me say."

*Charlie smirks, a hand on her hip, as Orton gives her a wink and then turns on the crowd himself* "I think you all are the most selfish, happy medium loving, group of brown collar bastards EVER! Kurt Warner was a winner, and you ran him out! Mark McGuire was a winner, and you ran him out! Randy Orton IS a winner, and I really don't EVER want to come back! You don't deserve Smackdown, you don't deserve Charlie, and you DAMNED sure don't deserve ME! I am 24 years old...I am the type of phenomenon that comes around once in a lifetime for this place... and I... .DEMAND.... MY.... RESPECT!"

“At 24 years old....I've been in 2 Wrestlemania's....I've main evented across the world...I've beaten John Cena, Brock Lesnar, Mick Foley, the ROCK, Everybody who's gotten in my path, I've BEATEN!”

“I became a certified Legend Killer before my 25th birthday, and if you all don't want to give me my respect due...my proper credentials, then I'm going to have to take it piece....by piece!
Body by body....RKO...by RKO....and if there's anybody in this arena, who thinks of themself as a legend, anybody in that locker room, anybody in the stands....anybody in.....”

*He stops and cracks a smile, slowly turning to the announcers’ booth, as Charlie stands behind him with a knowing grin* Anybody in a headset....who thinks....he's a legend....*turns to face DDP* Anybody who thinks....he's done something in his career...he's climbed to the top of the mountain....*moves to the ropes to lean over at DDP* Anybody who thinks....he's through. Come on down....














~Page looks over to Jax and shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head, asking Jax just who in the hell Orton thinks he is.~


Orton: The question is Page....you know exactly who I am....who did you USED to be?

~The crowd boos Orton as Page keeps shrugging him off, telling Randy to back off and get back to what he was doing.~

Orton: "What's wrong, Page? You not used to going after someone who sees you coming? All those years sneaking up from behind...all those run ins, all those sneak attacks made you soft? Maybe that's why you're there, and I'm in here....maybe that's why...Charlie's not afraid to stand next to me....while YOUR wife hasn’t been to a UCW show for 2 years.....because her man is too SOFT to protect her... AND himself.”

~This seems to get under DDP's skin as his eyes light up, but he takes a deep breath and sits back in his seat, attempting to keep his composure.~

*Orton motions to Charlie* "Stay here....this needs to be addressed." *Charlie shrugs, obliging, as Randy then steps out of the ring, moving over to the table* "What's wrong, Dallas? The focus is back on you now, where you want it. I'm not like Tommy Dreamer, turning his back for you to Diamond cut me. I'm not Jeff Jarrett, having to look over his shoulder to see what sewer or crowd you're coming out of. You want part of me....you come and get it face...to face.”

*Orton stands in front of the table, watching as DDP starts to rise and then waves him off.* "You think you're ABOVE me, Page? You're too much of a legend to stand up to me? Is THAT what you think of me?" *Orton's face huffs up* "Well you know what I think of you?" *Randy rears back and spits right in Page's face* THAT'S what I think of you! THAT'S what I think of any so called ‘legend’ who puts themselves over me....that's what I think of ALL of you who don't give me my proper RESPECT!

~The crowd gasps as Page's head swings back from the wad of spit, and his eyes then grow wide and he immediately lunges forward, grabbing Orton's head and slams it into the table! Randy then goes flailing backwards and slides back into the ring, and Page tosses the headset to the side and slides in after him to the crowd's approval!~

~Randy meets him with boots to the head as he rolls in, and Charlie heads to the outside, but Page is beyond pain now, getting up to his feet and lacing Orton with punches and an uppercut to the face! As Orton wobbles back towards him, Page swings around with a discus lariat, taking him down! DDP then holds the Diamond Cutter sign above his head, waiting for Orton to stand, and as soon as he does so, he goes forward for the Diamond Cutter!~












~As DDP goes airborne for the Diamond Cutter, he's beheaded by a lariat from Matt Morgan, who raced down from the backstage area and slid in under the bottom rope! Morgan is followed by Nick Dinsmore and Adonis Jordan and they all proceed to lay the wood to Page!~











Jordan lays boots into Page and puts his foot on the back of his ass, shoving him over. Dinsmore lifts Orton up, but Randy shoves away from him, embarrassed at being knocked on his butt by Page. Orton yanks DDP's earpiece out and throws it over the top rope, giving him a hard slap across the mouth and clenching his cheeks as he yells at him.

Morgan grabs his arms and holds them behind him, as Orton and Adonis trade shots on DDP's forehead. Dinsmore turns to Jax on the outside, asking if he wants some of this too, to which Jax holds his hands up, telling them to have free range!

Morgan and Adonis hold Page up by the arms as Randy backs up, extending his hand out and waving him forward. He then goes up from one knee and cradles Page's head, driving him chin first into the mat with an RKO! The crowd BOOMS with boos as Orton drops Page with his version of the Diamond Cutter, and Dallas lays down and out on the mat! Orton then pauses and fishes a note out of his pants. He takes a marker and crosses off another name on that paper, then stuffs it back in and puts a foot on the back of DDP's head as he poses, and we go to a commercial break.

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