dundundundundun..dun...dun..*guitar solo*
I Hear Voices in my head..
They council me..
They understand..
With that, the snake known as Randal Keith Orton would make his slither out onto the mouth of the entrance platform. He stood there embracing their cheers, their screams, their calls for him. The chants of his name, no matter in what form. RKO, RKO, RKO! is what he heard, it gave way satisfaction and it marked his lips. Sporting his new Total Nonstop Wrestling Federation authentic shirt, he would make sure to show it off real good so they would go buy it. He figured he gave the announcer enough time to talk about where he was from, St. Louis, how much he weighed in at, 235lb., an warm welcoming and all that kind of stuff. The only part he liked was- RAAANNNNNDDDYYY ORRTOONNNN!. Yeah that was the good stuff, made his smile grow even wider actually. Once taking some more steps down the ramp slowly and looking to the both sides of the ramp he watched as kids tried their darndest to grab hold onto him and he watched as wrestling fans whom were adults tried to do the same. Truth of the matter is, he only cared for the women. It had took him sometime but alas he made his way down the aisle and started making way for another pause at the end part of the ramp not far from the ring. He'd stare in a circulation with his head at everybody in the arena and almost as he did so, in his mind or view the cheers were only a background and his thoughts if he had any would be the only thing heard.
In a minute it all came rushing back to him as he began walking towards the left then forward up the steel steps. Rev Theory's "Voices" still loudly playing on the PA system he would walk into the ring duck out a bit to get an microphone while cameras weren't on him. Once done he stared off to the crowd that roared and praised his name and he could only smile. Allowing the crwod to lower down he would play games like bringing the microphone up to his lips only for the crowd to get louder because of his appearance. Finally however it stopped, although there were still cheers they weren't as loud for they wanted to hear what he had to say obviously. "Well, it doesn't take a genius to figure out that well, I'm baaack." Orton said with a laugh and a dragged out baaack. Playing with the crowd somewhat. "But not only that, I'm here to regain not only what should be mine, but what I had before. It may not be easy but I'm out here to put a target on everyone in the back looking for a title shot at the World Heavyweight title. That in one simple word is, mine. No one and I mean no one will stop me from becoming world champion again and those that try will suffer from an common case called the RKO." Randy said. "Now I've watched the show as of late and as I was home for some more than needed time off, I got to sit around and watch the show and honestly in my opinion there are too many clowns around this place. That is why I've decided to comeback and bring some rightfully needed justice to this place. And I'm talking to everyone backstage, soo.. if anyone has a problem with anything I've just said. You can come and try fix it.." Orton said looking at the stage and lowering his microphone.
