Needed (Randy Orton RP)

[Cory]

Randy Orton stared at the small piece of paper he received from the annoyingly ancient Detroit Tigers hat that Wes pulled them from. The camera focused in on him as he rolled his eyes and tossed it in the trash.

Randy Orton: Well, I'm going to be in the Last Survivor match pretty early on. Not that it really matters. When you're the best pro-wrestler in any ring at any time, you're never concerned about this kind of thing. Jumping into the Last Survivor match early on just ensures I'll have more opportunities to break the elimination record. The only thing that really has me angry is the fact that my brother Edge won't be in the match. And why is that?

Randy shook his head.

Randy Orton: Because apparently the top brass in EBWF has Alzheimer's and has completely forgotten who Bray Wyatt is and what he's capable of. The investigation into Edge's kidnapping and actual torture is still... ongoing.

The final word was emphasized with dripping sarcasm.

Randy Orton: There is a psychopath still roaming the backstage area of every EBWF show, The camera saw his hand dragging Edge away, and I'm supposed to stand here and act like everything's fine until a bunch of inexperienced corporate rent-a-cops announce their findings. And because of that, I have to deal with the dregs of EBWF talent in the Last Survivor match without the one guy that keeps me sane.

Randy shook his head.

Randy Orton: Tonight, I'm going to go out there and I'm going to...

Randy looked up as a man in a black polo with EBWF Security emblazoned on the back stepped into the view of the camera.

Security: Uh, Mr. Orton? They're asking for you.

He looked up and tilted his head.

Randy Orton: Who's asking for me?

Security: Mr. Heyman and his team.

Randy scoffed.

Randy Orton: Can they wait?

Security: It's very important, I think it's regarding the investigation.

He sighed.

Randy Orton: Fine. I'll be there shortly.

Security: They, um... asked me to escort you there.

Randy cocked an eyebrow. That wasn't normal.

Randy Orton: Alright, lead the way.

Randy stood up and followed the security officer out of his locker room as the camera faded to black.