Preparedness.

[Cory]

The camera faded into Michael Cole, who got caught stroking his incredibly small... tuft of chin hair. He produced his signature fake smile and brought the mic up to his mouth.

Michael Cole: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. My name, as you very well know, is Michael Cole, and I am the EBWF Star Journalist reporting from the Sioux Falls Arena in South Dakota. South Dakota...

Michael Cole scoffed.

Michael Cole: How are we in South Dakota? How did they scrape up enough corn and soybeans to purchase an arena fit for the EBWF? Anyway, I...

Michael Cole was cut off as Randy Orton walked into the picture and stared down at Cole, with an annoyed look on his face.

Randy Orton: I didn't agree to this interview so you could monologue and make yourself look important. This is about me.

Cole's confident smirk was wiped off his face almost immediately. He nodded nervously.

Michael Cole: Uh, of course. May I present to you, ladies and gentlemen, the silent assassin and currently in the running for the 2012 King of the Ring tournament, Randy Orton.

Randy Orton: That's better. What's up?

Randy smirked and slapped Cole between the shoulder blades. Cole jerked forward and winced in pain.

Michael Cole: Randy, you're scheduled to go up against Tyler Reks in the next round of King of the Ring. What type of preparation are you doing to get yourself ready for this match?

Randy Orton: I'm... not. I'm going up against one of Brian Kendrick's former henchmen. I clotheslined him once to get to Kendrick. That's all it took. It can't be that hard.

Cole had a blank expression on his face. He was clearly unprepared for the attitude that Randy had taken since he showed up for this interview.

Michael Cole: You can't be serious...

Randy Orton: Look at me.

Randy stared at Cole stoically. There was a brief moment of awkward silence.

Randy Orton: Actually, you have a point. Maybe I'm just a little distracted because I'm hoping Jeff Hardy is around the corner so I can kick his head clean off his shoulders. But yeah, I need to "prepare" for Tyler Reks. Alight, here we go.

Randy leaned down and touched his toes. He stood back up and popped his neck while he rolled his shoulders back and forth, getting warmed up. He patted Cole on the shoulder and nodded.

Randy Orton: Alright. Good to go.

Randy turned to walk away and Michael called after him, completely confused.

Michael Cole: Whoa, Randy! Hang on a second!

Michael chased after Randy as the scene faded to black.