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This Sunday was to be the biggest day in Randy Orton's young career. Not only was he facing one of the legends of the Wrestling business, he was getting his first shot at the World Heavyweight Championship. If he won, he'd be the youngest Champion in the WWE's illustrious history.
If that pressure wasn't bad enough, the man he would be facing was none other than his mentor, 'The Game' Triple H. He, along with Ric Flair, had taught Randy most of what he knew and watching Raw back from the past Monday made Randy feel sick to his stomach.
The 24 year old pulled up on the car park at the back of his girlfriends apartment. Roxanna didn't know that her lover would be paying her a visit.
She was sat at home flicking aimlessly through the music channels. Half of them had nothing but shit on it and one channel was playing old episodes of 'Saved by the Bell' a reminder of Roxy's painful youth. Just then, she heard a knock at the door. Pulling up her dark, denim blue jeans, she strolled over to the door as if next week would do.
"Randy, what are you doing here?" She asked with surprise.
"Have you watched Raw from Monday?"
"No, why, what's the matter with it? Do you want me to watch it?"
Randy forced the tape into Roxanna's hand as she pressed the power button on her video player. They both sat down in unison, before watching the recap of their show.
Flashback; Monday night Raw:
Triple H, Ric Flair and Batista were making their way to the ring. The crowd were once again booing the faction, called Evolution.
Triple H demanded a microphone before speaking to the audience.
"This Sunday, this Sunday as you know will be SummerSlam, one of the biggest PPV's of the year. As usual, I shall be in the main event. What's different about this particular programme is that a Father is up against his Son. Yes, I'm taking on Randy Orton, a guy that I have took from being absolutely nothing to being great. But great doesn't mean you're champion material. It doesn't mean that you are the best in the business, hell it doesn't even mean that you are worthy of holding a Title such as this one!" Triple H spoke, holding the championship above his head.
"Randy, you're good, in fact you're great. You've gotta be great to defeat 19 other Raw Superstars to be in the main event at a PPV. But I can't just help thinking that was just luck. Luck is a funny thing, as I've told you many times young Orton, luck can run out on you just like that!" Triple H continued, clicking his fingers "Guys like Shawn Michaels, Chris Jericho, Mick Foley, Steve Austin and even The Rock have based their whole careers around luck. Sure, them five guys have had a moderate amount of success, but none as great as me, Triple H. Now you can go out with your little bitch of a girlfriend, have fancy meals out with your parents, but with that kind of attitude, you can never make it to the top. Why? Coz there will always be someone better to stop you. Come this Sunday Randy, you will learn why they call the best in the business, you'll learn why they call me the Game. And, although you have been like a Son to me, I can always slap you right back down to where you came from. Why? Coz I'm your Father and I'mthat damn good!" Triple H proclaimed, dropping the microphone before heading off to the back.
End of Flashback.
"Who the fuck does he think he is calling a bitch?"
"I knew you would say that!" Randy said.
"You have to beat him Randy, show him what you're made of, show him that you don't take shit from nobody!"
"You know what Roxy, that is exactly what I'm gonna do!" Randy replied, with an evil glint in his eye.
