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Randy Orton sits idle by the curtains, taking in a few breaths. The cue director leans over and notions Randy of the 15 second mark. He begins to prep himself, more mentally than physically as he waited on for his theme to be played. The Viper would take a long look at his prized possession, the CWF world heavyweight championship, before things got underway...

The arena fell quiet for a moment as tension rose, the only noise was heard from small chatter throughout the crowd. All of a sudden Randy Orton’s “Voices” (by Jim Johnston) hit the PA system and the crowd went up in an uproar. His theme song would continue as images flashed across the titantron...”I hear voices in my head, they come to me, they understand...THEY TALK TO ME!”

The camera would scan over the entire arena catching all the fans faces that were lit up with joy, watching the legendary wrestler make his entrance.
The Viper, Randy Orton would slowly walk out from the tunnel and out on the main stage/top of the ramp, he looked around the arena with his infamous glaring eyes—soaking up all the cheers and signs being raised in his honor. His championship placed over the right shoulder as he started his descend down the ramp.

Announcer: “Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 250lbs, From St. Louis, Missouri...he is the CWF Apex Predator...Randyyy Orton!”

Orton’s nameplate, displaying his social media handles would pop up on the television as he made his way down to the ring, walking methodically. Randy made his way near the four-sided ring, when he began high-fiving a couple of ecstatic fans, then slithered up the stairs and inside the ring between the ropes. He would stand tall near the turnbuckle for a minute, removing the belt and holding it in his hand, strolling around while stretching his neck. Orton turned his attention to the far turnbuckle, going over to it and pulling on it lightly before pulling himself up top. The Viper would remain there looking over the sold-out crowd before raising his arms and preforming his signature taunt, holding the WHC up high. The crowd loved it, cheering loudly, some booing but it was all the same to him.







Randy Orton would hold his pose for a moment before getting back off the turnbuckle. Now turning his focus to the ring and his opponent. The music would fade out and The Legend Killer would await the beginning of this bout, he would stare around at crowd, thoughts running wild in his head. He would hand over his championship to CWF's officials for safe keeping. The Viper wasn't putting his belt on the line tonight at No Mercy but that didn't mean he could just take the night off, he knew now that he was atop the company everybody would be gunning for him. Samoa Joe could enter his bid in the title picture with a win but Orton had no intentions of allowing that to happen. He would patiently wait for the agile big man to make his entrance as he stood in his designated corner.