Backlash: Randy Orton Vs. Kevin Ownes

[Xander]

“Voices” begins to play and in an instant it becomes drowned out by the loudest boos you’ve heard in quite some time. As the familiar entrance video plays out slowly walks Bron Breakker and Brock Anderson. They each stand on either side of the entrance way when then out struts Randy Orton. The last time we saw Orton he had a crazed look in his eye and a scowl on his face that would give you nightmares. But now, he has a huge smile as he walks past Bron and Brock who follow him on either side. The boos only becomes louder, but the smile on Randy’s face is ear to ear. Legacy makes their way into the ring and Orton is handed a microphone and the music dies down, but the boos remain pretty consistent even when he brings the microphone to his mouth.

Randy Orton: You know what, not even you peasants can bring me out of my good mood. I’m sure some of you would be surprised to know, this close to a big match, why would the man who hears voices in his head, the apex predator on the hunt, why would he be smiling and in a good mood? Let me tell you why, there’s nothing more satisfying than punching a loud mouth right in the face. I mean to feel the crack of your fist against the jaw of some dumbass who can’t seem to stop running his mouth. And it feels like almost weekly I’m getting to feel that with Kevin Owens. He runs his mouth, then I punch him in it. He runs his mouth some more and he ends up knocked out on the canvas thanks to my right hand or a RKO. So why do you think anything is going to change at Backlash? All I see is a bigger venue to put that rollie pollie loud mouth in his place.

Even more boos begin to cascade toward the ring and Orton is eating it up.

Randy Orton: I know, I know you all love him. He is the funny fat guy you all remember from school who made you laugh. The class clown who couldn’t get girls to go out with him so he’d settle for being everyone’s clown and pretend he was popular. The problem is when guys like that try to get out of their lane and into the way of a real popular kid, the captain of the football team, the Prom King, the Alpha of the school yard. You see Kevin these people’s cheers, their laughter, it’s given you a false sense of courage. They’ve made you think that because they like you, that means you deserve to be in the ring with guys like me. So you poke the predator, you make a joke and try to stand your ground. The problem with that is these people can’t help you when you step into this ring looking across from me. They may think they help you with their cheers and chants when the bell rings. But the reality quickly steps in when beat you so bad you can’t hear their cheers. When the blood runs into your eyes and you can’t see them standing for you.

The broad smile becomes bigger and more sinister from Orton.

Randy Orton: You know Kevin I should really be thanking you. Coming out of Wrestlemania I wasn’t sure what I was going to do. I lost to a man I had no business losing to because I was unfocussed. I knew I wanted to bring these men behind me into the fold because I never felt better than fourteen years ago when I mentored two other young generational talents. But I was directionless and then, you had to open your mouth. You had to put your two cents in where it didn’t belong and you gave me a direction. You gave me a target. You gave me someone to destroy. Now that probably isn’t something you are happy about, I’m sure when they drug your fat ass to the back last Revolution you stared at yourself in the mirror and asked yourself “why did I pick this fight?” I can’t answer that for you Kevin, I don’t know why you are so stupid as to not only call me out when I barely knew you existed. But then you doubled down and had your little fun yelling at snakes in cages.

Orton shakes his head and takes his hand to glide it over his very short buzzed hair.

Randy Orton: But I’m not caged Kevin, I’m free, on the hunt and full of venom looking for you. So what are your choices now? You really don’t have any, I was serious about what I said on Revolution. You can’t run, there’s no forfeiting and not fighting me. Because I will, true to my word, go into the back and hunt you down. You may think you can walk out here and beg for mercy, but we are way past that. I’ve never really been a guy about mercy, but even if I was I’m just looking forward to breaking you in this ring so much. Maybe you will walk down here, head held high, chest puffed out…man boobs at attention. And you will think you can fight your way out of this…you can’t. I mean you could get a shot or two in, everyone can land a lucky shot. But then when the luck runs out the pain begins. And I’m going to make an example out of you, the way I wanted to with Swerve. I told the world I would remind them of what Randy Orton was capable of. What The Viper, The Apex Predator, the most vicious wrestler of his generation…was capable of. I will remind the world as I wear your blood on my chest Kevin and I will make sure this time no one ever forgets.

Orton looks to either side at Bron and Brock before glaring into the hard camera.

[Tapout]

As the arena plunges into darkness, the sound of a thunderous guitar riff reverberates through the arena, signaling the imminent arrival of Kevin Owens. Strobe lights flicker in sync with the pounding beat, creating a mesmerizing visual spectacle. Owens steps out with a look of intensity etched across his face, and let's out an almost primal-like roar. His eyes firmly locked on the ring and he makes his way down.

Kevin stomps up the steps and clears his feet on the apron. He is handed a microphone from a nearby ringside worker.

Kevin Owens

Randy….you talk to much. The whole arena stinks from the crap coming out of your mouth. You're such a tough guy right? Coming out here and talking about blood on your chest or whatever you said. That's the difference between you and me Randy. You said you need to remind everyone that you're vicious and dangerous. They just know I am. I don't need to come out here every week and remind people that Kevin Owens is a crazy son of a bitch. They just know that. These people watched me survive a Cage of Death match and come out the other side still stunning people. Randy as the kids say today… I'm just built different. 

And speaking of kids I want to take a moment to talk about yours. Brock and Bron. Dumb and Dumber. Once again Randy can't get the job done by himself. Stop me if you've heard this one before. Randy Orton finds 2 impressionable young second generation superstars and he sells them a bunch of snake oil and they align with him to do his dirty work. Man if I had a nickel every time that happened. You know your nickname of being a snake is true. Not because you're scary or dangerous or anything no. Because you're really good at hiding like a snake. You've made a whole career out of hiding behind other people. 

We've heard and seen this all before Randy. Oh ha ha I'm fat. All I do is make people laugh I'm a clown ha ha. Get some new material Randy! You're just SO BORING. Everything you do is just so boring. The way you talk the way you walk. You can't even fight your own battles. I'm not going to come out here with false bravado and say I'm going to beat you. Because let's face it, I'm probably not. I mean that's just the truth, Randy. I've seen this game before. I've been doing this long enough to know that at Backlash Randy Orton will beat Kevin Owens. I don't have 2 stooges outside the ring making sure I win and I wouldn't have it any other way. I'm still going to give you a hell of a beating. I'm still going to bring the fight to you. Hell I may get a Stunner in. But right when it looks like I'm about to win here comes dumb and dumber to help Daddy win. So enjoy your win at Backlash, Randy. Because in the end it doesn't mean anything. It's empty. Just like you. Just like your entire career.