Chapter 11: The Debut... Aww Shithead.
"Introducing first, from St. Louis, Missouri weighing in at 245 pounds, making his RAW debut here tonight, RANDY... ORTON!" Lillian Garcia gracefully said on the microphone.
His theme song came out and everyone booed him. Randy tried not to let the booing bet to his head, that he was new here, and that they didn't understand what kind of ability he has. I'll show them I can beat whoever I'm wrestling right now. Randy thought. He went into the ring, climbed onto the turnbuckle and did his legendary pose. Cameras flashed, lights roared, and fans booed. Randy just hopped off the turnbuckle and went outside of the ring waiting for his opponent.
"And from Tampa, Florida weighing in at 231 pounds, he is the Undisputed WWE Champion... CHRIS JERICHO!" Lilian Garcia introduced Randy Orton's opponent.
Randy gulped. He was taking on the WWE Champion... AT HIS DEBUT MATCH! Oh man, Bischoff must hate me already. Randy thought. If I could beat this asshole, I could beat him for the title.
The fans went nuts, everyone seemed to be going awol for Chris Jericho. Chris Jericho looked at Randy, then ponted at him with a thumbs down. This seemed to make Randy angrier, more aggressive. Randy Orton and Chris Jericho went on it, Randy Orton dominating the first couple of minutes. Randy wanted to beat the crap out of him, and maybe he could show Bischoff that he's very capable of taking on a champion and that he can be a contender for the title.
Meanwhile... New York
"Aww shit, Bischoff must already hate him." John watched the match from New York. "Oooh!" That's gotta hurt."
Randy had smacked Chris onto the steel steps, showing his deep aggression.
"He probably was late, or he said something that made Bischoff angry. He normally wouldn't put a newcomer against a champion." Nikki looked at the television.
John looked at Nikki. "Now look who's talking. The woman who went against the champ at Wrestlemania 15 girlfriend." John threw a pillow at Nikki.
Nikki caught the pillow and threw it at John, and hit him, for he was focusing his attention back at the television. "It was Vince that scheduled the match, not Bischoff ok?"
"Yeah whatever girlfriend." John continued to watch the match.
Now Chris Jericho had taken over. He had started to slam Randy onto the steel steps, and hit Randy's temple onto the steel post. This match didn't seem like at all a newcomer's match, it seemed like the real deal. The fans had started to see the ability in Randy Orton, though they continued to cheer for the champion. Randy struggled to get up after Chris hit a Clothesline, but his temple was still killing him. Chris had enough adrenaline rush to hit his special, and he did just that. He locked on the "Walls of Jericho" onto Randy, and Randy screamed with pain. His legs hurt from trying to get up, his temple still stings, and the rope was 3 feet away from his finger. Randy kept chanting in his head "I have to get the rope, I have to win" over and over. After 2 minutes, he managed to get the rope, hit Chris back with a backhand, and both were down. The fans edged out of their seats, they couldn't believe that someone like Randy Orton, could do this much damage in a match. And that he hasn't tapped out yet to the champion's special submission. Right before the 10-count ended, Chris Jericho got up slowly, waited for Randy to get up, and kicked him right in the jaw, KOing Randy, and pinned him. The referee counted "1-2-3!", then signaled the match is over, and 3 bells rang.
"Here is your winner, The Undisputed WWE Champion, Chris Jericho!" Lillian announced the winner and the crowd went wild. The show ended, showing Randy lying in the middle of the ring.
"Oh shit. I wonder how that must feel." Nikki and John said and just stared at the television.
Trish interrupted their stare fest, calling them that dinner was ready.
Back at Monday Night Raw
Though the crowd cheered on for Chris Jericho, they were still looking at Randy, who was laying in the middle of the ring, lifelessly breathing. When Chris Jericho had finally entered backstage, everyone stopped cheering and looked at Randy. The referee had helped Randy to get up, but he had gotten up on his own. Soon Randy was again standing at his own 2 feet, and the crowd gave him a round of applause. The show had ended, and he thanked the crowd for coming. Even though he lost, he couldn't have wished for an almost perfect debut. The hedlining debut for Monday Night Raw, a match against the WWE Champion, and by the end of the night, the love of the crowd... At least that's what Randy thought. He didn't care, at least he got a round of applause from them. Randy walked backstage, and he was greeted by his lockermate.
"Damn Randy, you've got talent. Proud of you there. You showed quite a fight against the champ. Though you could've won the match." Hunter gave Randy a slap on the back for a job well done.
"Really? You mean it? Yeah, I could've won that match, just the my freakin' temple hurts like hell." Randy grabbed onto his temple.
"Oooh... Better watch out for your balls, at least you have them. Chris Jericho's been praying for them ever since he was born, he's just jealous you have them that's why." Hunter laughed.
Randy laughed back. "Thanks, I gotta go wash up. Check you alter Hunter." Randy headed for his locker room.
Hunter stood there, still smiling. "Ah Ric, our plan is falling into place. I got him that match out there tonight, and in 4 months from now, he'd be headlining the pay-per-view, 'No Holds Barred', against Mick Foley." Hunter emphasized "No Holds Barred" by doing a pretend banner in the air with his hands.
Ric Flair came over and slapped Hunter on the back. "Man Hunter, what can he do without you?"
"Everything. I am the dirtiest player in the game, of course next to you." Hunter replied.
Both just laughed and left the arena.
New York: The Next Night
"Damn it Trish, pick already!" John moaned, waiting for Trish to make her decision.
"I can't! There's so many to choose!" Trish answered back.
"Trish go already!" Nikki pushed Trish to choose. "We're almost next!"
"Stop pressuring me!" Trish snapped back at Nikki and John.
"Hurry up you're holding the line!" John told Trish.
Trish looked behind Nikki and John. "There's no one behind us!"
"Yes there is, me and John. You're holding us up!" Nikki argued with Trish.
The clerk came up to Trish. "Hello, welcome to Mr. Chau's, may I take your order?"
Nikki and John looked at Trish. "Why am I the only one choosing?"
John sighed. "Because everything is so fattening! Now choose!"
"OK OK! Can I have 2 items, fried rice, both items orange chicken." Trish decided.
"That it?" The clerk asked the 3 of them.
"Yeah, we'll just pig out on the order." Nikki told the clerk.
All 3 of them pitched in to pay the food, and headed back to Nikki's Range Rover. They stopped by Jamba Juice, ordering large sized smoothies for them. They went back to their penthouse in downtown New York, and started dinner.
"Hey Nikki, you left your cell phone, and you have like 5 messages." Trish handed Nikki her phone.
Nikki looked through her cell. "Damn, they're all from Randy. I wonder what he wants."
"Call him." John told Nikki, then he looked at Trish. John mouthed a "Why'd he call?" to Trish. Trish just shrugged.
Nikki dialed Randy's cell, and Randy picked up right after the first ring.
"Hello Nikki?" Randy said over the phone.
"If you knew it was me, why'd you ask anyway?" Nikki laughed. "Ok, why did you call?"
"Is Bischoff this much of a fucking bitch?" Randy told Nikki.
"So you met the bad bitch?" Nikki said. She turned the phone on loudspeaker, then told John and Trish to shut up and don't say a thing.
"Yeah, and he's one hell of a bitch that's right. The idiot gave me a match against Chris Jericho last night, I'm still aching, and now he wants me to wrestle against The Rock. Damn that bitch." Randy rambled.
John, Trish and Nikki couldn't help but giggling. They giggled quietly, but Randy heard, though he thought it was only one person laughing.
"Is that funny Nikki?" Randy asked.
Nikki choked on her smoothie. "Sorry, but the Rock? Man, he must really hate you. But he probably saw the amazing wrestling ability you had last night."
"You watched it last night?" Randy questioned.
"I told you I was going to watch it. Plus there was nothing on to watch." Nikki choked again on her smoothie. "Just keep it cool, he's a good GM, he just likes to get on people's nerves."
"OK, I'm taking your word on it. I gotta go, the bitch is yelling my name all over here. See you Nikki." Randy waited for Nikki to say bye.
"Later!" Nikki, John and Trish said at the same time.
Before Randy could yell over the phone that he was on speakerphone, Nikki ended the call.
"Seriously, Bischoff's got problems. But he really does have wrestling ability." Trish ate a piece of orange chicken.
Nikki choked on her smoothie but choked, and ended up snorting out the smoothie out her nose.
She started laughing and cleaning it up. John and Trish had to laugh, and they even ended up doing the same thing.