Eye contact

[Cory]

Randy sat in his locker room, his wrestling gear neatly folded and placed beside him on the bench. His duffle bag was zipped up and tucked into an available locker space. Randy was wearing one of his EBWF merchandise t-shirts, and a pair of imogene+willie dark wash jeans. He looked up at the camera.

Randy Orton: Can you believe that in other promotions, they're teaching the guys to not look directly into the camera when they're cutting a promo?

Randy shook his head.

Randy Orton: I think that takes away something from the presentation. When you look right into the camera, you're staring into the eyes of the guy that you're going to be across the ring from. It's like looking into their soul.

Randy shifted in his seat, leaning forward and resting an elbow on his knee. He looked straight into the camera, a cold, remorseless stare adorning his features.

Randy Orton: So when I say something into the camera like... Justin, you're my opponent tonight in the King of the Ring Tournament. And just like you love to get in front of the camera and belittle Velvet Sky, and make her your little lost puppy who's too fragile to help herself, I'm going to love disassembling you piece. by. piece. I'm going to take pleasure in making every joint, muscle, and bone in your body scream in agony as I systematically dissect you in the ring. You will beg, and scream, and plead for me to end you with an RKO, and put you out of misery. And when that happens, your girlfriend will be watching, and she will see what a pathetic, cowardly, insignificant little rat you are. And truth be told? She'll probably stay with you. To be honest, I couldn't really care less what she does. I just want her to see where the decisions she's made in her life have left her. I'm going to make that all happen for you, tonight.

Randy leaned back a little, taking a more casual posture.

Randy Orton: It just has a little more impact to it.

Randy smirked as the camera faded to black and flashed an EBWF logo on the screen.