Rumble

[Cory]

The bitter cold in Milwaukee, Wisconsin was unable to get through the well insulated hotel room that Edge and Randy Orton were relaxing in on the day before their Royal Rumble performance at the US Cellular arena. Randy Orton and his tag team partner Edge were sitting opposite each other, Edge with a cup of coffee in his hand, and Orton with a bottle of water in his. The fireplace across from them crackled away, providing extra warmth in the sub-zero temperatures. Edge seemed to be the first one to notice the camera. He smirked.

Edge: Well, hello there! I guess you're here to get a word with us about that thing that's going down on Sunday. Oh, um, what was that thing.

Randy Orton: The Royal Rumble.

Edge: THE ROOOOYYYYYAALLLLL RUUMMMBBLLEEE! That's right, the single most anticipated match of the entire year. It's like the official start of the craziest season for EBWF. It's like a light switch that when you flip it, it kicks of the frenetic pace of the road to Wrestlemania. I'm so excited. Are you excited Randy?!

Randy Orton: So excited.

Edge: SO EXCITED. The fans are just a little louder, the atmosphere is a little more electric. And, not going to lie, but my wallet is a little fatter around this time of the year. Win lose or draw, The Royal Rumble is great! I get all kinds of excited to get into that ring and start dumping out nobodies with my co-champion tag team partner here.

Randy looked up at Edge for the first time since he started talking.

Randy Orton: We're still the tag team champions?

Edge: Uh, yeah. Yeah, we are.

Randy Orton: Huh.

Randy took a sip of his water.

Edge: Anyway, we're not here to talk about me. We're here to talk about the other former World Champion sitting here. Randy Orton, the man who mixed it up in the Cage of Death with the dorkiest looking little Poindexter in the EBWF and came up short. What say you about your chances in the Royal Rumble, partner?

Randy casually looked up at Edge, and then at the camera.

Randy Orton: Being in the Royal Rumble is like being at the bonus round of a game show. Just by being in the match, I know I get the ability to ruin the dreams of several EBWF superstars. If I get to send someone like Dolph Ziggler, or The Miz, or Phil Shatter up the ramp empty-handed, then I've already won. And maybe, just maybe, I go out there and I win the grand prize - I wind up being the last one standing in the middle of that ring, and I go pick up my third EBWF World Championship reign. Either way, I'm guaranteed to have a good time.

Edge: Randy Orton, everybody! Not doing it for the glory, but for the pleasure of ruining the hopes and dreams of everyone around him.

Randy Orton: Not to say that there aren't some... high value targets in the ring. I can't tell you how excited I am to see Chris Jericho make his way into this Royal Rumble. I'm excited to see what he thinks he can do in there, and I'm really excited to be able to put him out to pasture.

Randy smirked.

Randy Orton: Again.

He took another sip of his water.

Randy Orton: It would delight me beyond belief to be able to throw John Cena out of the Royal Rumble. I beat him at King of the Ring and took his title shot away from him then, I can eliminate him Sunday night and take his title shot away too. In fact, I don't think I could ever get bored of taking title shots away from John Cena.

Edge: I think... that I need to get you into stamp collecting or something.

Randy Orton: You've got your hobbies, I've got mine. Point is, tomorrow night I'm going to walk in there and I'm going to make sure to remind the 29 other wrestlers that they've become stupid enough to delude themselves into thinking that they can main event Wrestlemania, when there's really only one choice for that spot. Randy. Orton.

Randy turned and looked back at the fire as the scene faded.

(OOC: Sorry for the crap showing - well's been running pretty dry lately, should change real soon.)