Post by Steve Corino (T) on Jun 14, 2012 15:28:03 GMT -5
The scene opens up to a well lit locker room, the one from the previous week, and another television is in the center of the room. The sound of static emits from it for a few moments before an image appears on the screen. The ending of the hardcore match from the previous week with Steve Corino hitting a brutal Roaring Elbow to level Slim Pickens and following it up with a German Suplex on the announcer's table. With both men seemingly dead on the floor, the camera zooms in on the bloodied faces and bodies on the two men before cutting away as Corino goes for the pin. A soft chuckle is heard off-screen as the television shuts off. The King of Old School slowly makes his presence known as he comes into the scene. A new look is being featured by the undefeated veteran, his hair is dyed half black and half blonde, straight down the middle. Unlike the previous weeks, a smile actually remains on Steve's face as he turns to the camera to preach his message this week.
"You may be asking why I'm so happy this week. It's very simple, last week I told someone to shut the fuck up and that's what I did. For a man who claims to have been in a lot of hardcore matches, you sure went down like a bitch. Now this week he has a ladder match, in the main event, for a championship title. Funny how things work, but I don't care, because unlike Slim, I'm actually going for a title that means something. From the looks of it, I'll be facing people that actually have some talent."
Corino stops for a moment and looks away, thinking of something. The smile quickly vanishes from his face and he turns back to the camera, looking visibly angry. He opens his mouth to speak, but no words come out, as he closes it, allowing himself more time to think. The wrinkles on the forehead of the veteran become apparent as well as a new scar added to his collection, but he doesn't let the audience dwell on that too much as he finally begins to speak.
"And now I'm facing Randy Orton. The Viper, The Legend Killer, The Asshole of Professional Wrestling. Randy is one of the few guys I know who can make it big based on ego alone. The kid started out strong and promising, but it didn't take long for that ego train to start up and you rode it all the way to the bank. I haven't seen you put on a match worth watching in years, while I've been putting on match after match. I know you have a bit of a temper problem and you tend to cry if you don't get your way. You've got no talent at all Randy, you're way past your prime, and you're younger than me! What's that tell you? Understand this, you'll never be as good as your father. He knew how to keep his ego in check and actually cared about wrestling. You just got addicted to the spotlight and would have a fit if you fell out. From what I've heard, that isn't the only thing you're addicted to. I'll just leave that in the bags, but only if I can trust them around you. I may never be as famous as you are Randy, I know that for a fact, but I know I'm the better wrestler. When I get my head cut open or I break a bone, I don't get to have the luxury of having professional doctors backstage waiting for you. No, no, I have to either work with some questionable "doctor" who barely speaks English or I have to actually go to the hospital. I have to use my own damn money, but you, you're covered. Your kid never has to worry about if she'll have food to eat that night or if she'll have a clean pair of clothes to wear the next day. You've probably already got enough money to send her to every college in the damn nation. Riddle me this Randy, how are you going to explain to your little girl that you were to scared to be a Marine? That you went AWOL and couldn't be a man about it. Tell me how Randy. I'd love to hear that explanation."
Corino lets out a small laugh, but keeps it short as he focuses back on the camera, a fire burning in his eyes. The once pale face has turned into a bright red as the King of Old School lets the anger build up. After a few seconds of just staring into the camera, Corino begins to speak again.
"You know what you are Orton? You're nothing, but a coward. A two-faced coward at that. I don't even think you know who you are. One moment you're the star of a company and the poster boy going around being the hero, but within a month you're back to being the guy everyone hates. You're already boring to listen to, so you must have decided to come up with something to keep people somewhat interested. What are you even famous for? Beating up legends of the ring? Men who retired long before you even came into the world of wrestling. You win a few meaningless belts and you'll just be a name at the end of the day. Sure, you'll probably get a few DVDs here and there, but no one will care anymore Randy. Your moment in the spotlight is long gone, mine is only beginning. I may not of had the easy road into wrestling like yourself, but I worked damn hard to get where I am now. Face it, if it wasn't for your dad, you wouldn't even make it in the indies, you'd be nothing, well, kinda like you are now. I know you've got a thing for beating up people who can't fight back, the veterans, and legends, but I'm one veteran who can fight back. When you step into that ring, I will show you no mercy. You spit in the face of people who helped mold wrestling and you disrespect them like they're nothing. My years are probably coming to an end, but I've still got fight left in the tank, and I'll make you wish you respected those legends. I hope you bring your A-game Randy, cause I'm going to show you why you should respect your elders. I just have one last thing to say to you Orton. Good luck."
Steve spits on the floor and turns his attention to the camera for one final moment. He smirks at the camera and begins to walk off screen. The television turns on to a picture of a younger, bloodied Orton as the camera fades to black.
EORP
