Scene: New York City, NY [New York Stock Exchange]
Date: Tuesday - 8.17.04
Time: 1:49 PM

John Bradshaw Layfield; a man's man, a true American Patriot .. A FUCKING SHAM. Ever since John's transition from beer swilling redneck to Stock Market tycoon, JBL's life has been, to say the least, one big roller coaster. One second he's working alongside a wonderful cast and crew, getting a substantial amount of cash every month, happy as can be, but as all good times come, hardships are inevitably right around the corner. Bradshaw was tempted by a nectar of another kind; more money, better benefits, more publicity than his previous endeavor could ever supply. He fell for it hook, line and sinker .. and it bit him straight in the ass. The one thing he didn't take into account was that regardless of his new salary, benefits, publicity and what have you, there was still the golden rule of conformity, a rule JBL has never appreciated. He went on tour into the heart of Germany as an analyst for the global media network known as MSNBC and disgraces their name by shooting off a repugnant display of the Nazi salute to all of the arena's fans. JBL's higher ups were disappointed to put it exaggeratingly nice, and a week later .. Mr. Layfield was no more. Randy Orton knows of this all too well, and that's exactly why today he's set out to not rub, but POUR salt into JBL's wound, to send him a message, to, for lack of a better term, PISS HIM OFF .. and we all know what Randy Orton sets out to do, he gets the job done. The New York Stock Exchange. A massive flood of humanity is seen scurrying around, attending to their daily errands and carrying out their routines; the standard New York afternoon. As always, information revealing the day's stock rises and falls are running rampant across the black banner strips resting underneath multiple large screens keeping the masses up to date on the latest breaking news, etcetera. However, momentarily later, this comes to a halt. The information stop dead in its tracks; the screens cut off to pitch black. All that inhabit the building look around in a state of confusion.

'NATURE BOY' Ric Flair: WOOO, look at you.. I told you over and over again that you're the future of this business pal!

'THE LEGEND KILLER' Randy Orton: I could tell, Ric because you are showing me that cocky but besides, everybody knows its my time.

It's pretty apparent the people don't quite know what to think right about now. Orton maintains his smug expression an continues on.

'THE LEGEND KILLER' Randy Orton: Long story short, fellas: my title stays around my waist, and I'm afraid .. that's all there is to it. See ya Monday, haha.

Scene fades to black.

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