Priorities

[Cory]

Renee Young stood outside a locker room marked with the "Rated RKO" logo, backstage at the Spring Center. The perky blonde star reporter of the EBWF had her microphone grasped with both hands. She looked up at the camera with a smile.

Renee Young: Hello, EBWF Universe! I'm Renee Young and I'm here to, possibly, get a word with Randy Orton who has a match tonight on Warfare.

Renee turned around and reached out, knocking on the door with some level of trepidation.

A few seconds passed.

Renee decided she would knock again. She reached out and before her knuckles made contact with the door, it opened. Randy stepped out and looked Renee up and down.

Randy Orton: What's up? Did you... did you want an autograph or something?

Renee looked immeasurably confused.

Renee Young: Wait, what?

Randy Orton: I wasn't told they were letting fans back here, but whatever. Do you have a sharpie?

Renee Young: Randy, I'm... what are you talking about?

Randy Orton: Just make it quick, I've got a match tonight.

Renee Young: Stop messing with me, damn it!

Randy smirked and nodded.

Randy Orton: What do you want?

Renee Young: I'm here to talk about your match with Seth Rollins tonight.

Randy Orton: Is that who I have a match with tonight?

Renee Young: Randy I know you're enjoying this devil-may-care attitude you have had lately, but Seth Rollins is the Breakout Champion and just came off a stunning victory against Jeff Hardy at Wrestlemania.

Randy Orton: First of all...

Randy pointed aggressively at Renee, who flinched. Suddenly, he put his hand down and scratched his chin.

Randy Orton: Actually, that's pretty good. Devil-may-care. I like it.

Exasperated, Renee made a dramatic huff.

Renee Young: Do you have any thoughts you'd like to share tonight before your match? Any at all?

Randy Orton: I do have some thoughts, Renee.

Renee Young: Excellent. Please share with the EBWF Universe.

Randy Orton: I was happy they brought back the pre-shelled pistachio nuts in catering. However, the chicken breast was dry. Someone clearly left it on the heater a little too long.

Renee sighed deeply.

Randy Orton: I had trouble finding a parking spot in the garage, and there weren't enough people cleaning the locker rooms before I got here. I went into the Rated RKO locker room and I found a John Deere hat hanging from one of the racks, Renee. This is EBWF, not a farmer's convention. Wait, Renee?

The camera zoomed out to find that Renee had left, leaving Randy alone at the entrance to his locker room. He looked left and right, and then shrugged and moved to go back into his room.

Voice: Uh, excuse me, Randy. [/color]

Randy stopped into his tracks and turned to face the source of the all too familiar voice.

Paul Heyman: I hope you are well, Mr. Orton?

Randy cocked an eyebrow as he stiffened slightly, quirking an eyebrow at Paul Heyman. He leaned against the door jamb and folded his arms.

Randy Orton: Never better.

Paul Heyman: That's good to hear. I wanted to have a quick conversation with you about your match tonight with Seth Rollins.

Randy Orton: Actually, I just got done giving Renee my thoughts, so maybe you can save yourself the time and check it out on EBWF.com once it's up.

Paul smiled through his teeth and gave a half-hearted chuckle.

Paul Heyman: No, I'm quite aware of your recent interviewing style. I think I'll be okay. No, what I wanted to tell you is that I hope you appreciate the position that you're in here. As the longest reigning EBWF World Champion in company history, you like to believe that you stand above all of the competition here in the EBWF.

Randy Orton: Well, Paul, that's because I do.

Paul smiled again.

Paul Heyman: Indubitably, Mr. Orton! Indubitably. However, as talented a wrestler as you are, it would seem that your laissez-faire attitude of late is rubbing people the wrong way. You are giving off the aura of not taking anything, or anyone, seriously. Now, while this is a trait common amongst you and your partner in crime Edge, I don't think it's ever been this unbearable before.

Randy Orton: What do you want, Paul. You're boring me.

Paul Heyman: I'm just saying, good luck in your match tonight Randy. For your sake, I hope you take Seth Rollins as seriously as he will take you.

Paul smiled and turned away, walking off camera. Randy rolled his eyes, and called out after Paul in a voice loud enough that he could hear.

Randy Orton: For your sake, the chicken better be moist next week.

Randy shook his head and went inside his locker room, closing the door behind him. The EBWF logo flashed along the bottom of the screen as the scene went black.