*The camera finds Randy Orton coming from one direction and Batista coming from the other walking into the parking lot. Batista is wearing some black slacks and a black t-shirt. Randy Orton is decked in khaki's and a white button up shirt with the top buttons undone. They meet by a specific pole.*
Randy Orton: Yo, Batista, you the one who requested I be here?
Batista: No, I was given a letter that said to just be here at this time.
Randy Orton: Me too, so what's going on big man?
Batista: You tell me and we'll both know.
*Just then a black truck comes flying into the parking lot. The skull on the hood is seen as it whips into the parking spot by the pole. Orton and Batista make a jump for it. The stand up and brush themselves off as the driver gets out of the truck. The camera finds black boots, a knee brace, a pair of jean shorts, and a F*ck Fear T-shirt. The recognizable bald head of Stone Cold Steve Austin steps out with a can of beer. He walks to the back of his truck, pulls the tailgate down as Orton and Batista walk over behind the truck.*
Batista: What in the hell were you thinking you stupid son of a...
Stone Cold: Ah! Don't say what I think you're going to say or I'll whoop your @$$.
Randy Orton: You do need to watch your driving. You got a speck of dirt on my shirt. Do you realize how hard it is to be me and keep clean? So I take it you sent us the letter.
Stone Cold: You're d@mn right I did. I called you here because I think the two of you could be great.
Randy Orton: Could be great? Have you seen us.
Batista: You brought us here so you could try to kill us is what you did.
Randy Orton: Come on Steve, why don't you get to your point. We are very busy people.
Stone Cold: Well if either of you little b@stards payed any attention to your UCW history you would know that I have a very decorated history. I'm sitting at home watching my little tv, and I get this phone call. It's X-Pac he wants me back. I find out what's going on and I hear the nWo is re-forming. Now Kevin Nash wants to stop the threat, but that's not enough. He says I want you back Steve, and I said What? He said I want you back. I said what? He said "Steve you need to come back to UCW", and I say why do you keep repeating yourself you silly b@stard I heard you the first time. Anyways I get here and I think, if the nWo is to be stopped why not reform the Best Wrestlers Organization, the B.W.O. The best faction ever here in UCW. Last time it formed it held all of the gold and overshadowed the nWo and Degeneration-X making the self proclaimed best stables ever look like little sissy girls. I looked around and I decided, hell I don't feel like wrestling and The Rock and Shawn Michaels haven't shown any interested so I figured UCW needs something new. Some younger talent with a future.
Randy Orton: This must be where we come into play.
Stone Cold: Hell yeah, I want manage and lead the stable, and I want the two of you as my first recruits. So are you in?
Randy Orton: Of course I'm in, I need a start somewhere. All these other guys, they are going to learn that the legend killer is the top guy here and there is no threat bigger than that of Randy Orton. What do you say Batista?
Batista: I don't know. I have a partner lined up for most of my tag teams. No problem with you Orton, but I already made a deal with Test. I'll get back to you later on Steve.
*Batista heads out and goes back inside of the arena.*
Randy Orton: Stone Cold, you just signed yourself the next world champion. Don't worry about the big man, he knows what's good for him. Right now I have some business to take care of.
Stone Cold: Go raise some hell son.
*Randy Orton follows into the arena. Stone Cold drives off.*
*"Randy Orton's Music" starts playing as he comes walking down the rampway to a mixed crowd reaction. He rolls into the ring and makes a kissing face at Lilian Garcia as she hands him the microphone. She exits the ring as he stands in the center and the music fades out then he raises the microphone to his lips.*
Randy Orton: Thank you everyone for such a kind reception for such a great superstar. I am happy to be here and to gracy your presence this evening. A little bit of Orton should bright anyone's day. So I'm looking forward to my first match here in UCW. A tag team match up between Jeff Jarrett and Kurt Angle of the nWo against myself and the big nasty man Batista. The newly formed Best Wrestlers Organization gets a match up and we hope not to disappoint. Forget that, did I just say hope not? Did I forget who I was. For those of you who may have been worried you may stop now. There is no chance that things will go any other way than the way I want them to go. Batista might not always be my tag team partner, but I trust that he has my back whenever I need him. The problem is that the New World Order is standing in front of us. Oh wait, this is where they are supposed to be intimidating. You'll excuse me while I choose not to shake in fear, because if there were ever a scary group of people, they wouldn't be them. I was more scared of...hmm...I guess there's really not anything I've been scared of, and I'm Randy Orton, why should I be? The nWo will probably need the entire group to come running out from the back to save them from the embarrassment of the beating they will be receiving. This isn't playing games anymore, no this is releasing the talent that I know and everyone knows I already have in the ring. I mean come on, Jeff Jarrett? J-E-Double F- J-A-Double R-E-Double T, double J Jeff Jarrett. I remember watching you get slapped around like a sissy when I was still just a kid. You mean you still wrestle? I could have swore that you died a few years back, oh wait that wasn't you, that was your career being flushed down the toilette. Just know that when we get one on one, let's just put it this way. I will completely own you. See, I have plans on being the world heavy weight champion around here very soon, and noone, and I mean noone had better be putting their grubby little hands on my title and smudging it all up. It needs to be nice and shiny if it is going to be around my waist. I do have to make it look good afterall. So what makes you think that you really stand a chance against me? I mean, there's you, obviously inferior to my skills, and you have Vince Russo standing behind you with a baseball bat. We all know that if you are a part of the nWo you can't stand on your own two feet so you need someone else standing behind you to save you. Just proves to me that you are nothing more than a coward. Oh, and do you really have to play that guitar, you're killing me, you really are. I'm just looking out for the little Orton fans sitting at ringside, please don't torture them. Let's just get things straight right now. You just need to come on down to the ring and when I get the opportunity I'll drop an RKO and kill off my first wannabe legend of UCW. Wait, I can not possibly forget about the infamous or not so famous Olympic Zero Kurt Angle. I could probably have beaten all of those guys in the olympics with a broken neck and have some nice shiny gold medals, but it wouldn't be fare to put Randy Orton in such an event. Yeah somewhere in the Olympic Rules it actually states you can not enter if your name is Randy Orton. What a disappointment really. So you sucked at the olympics and now you came to UCW to suck even more. How embarrassing it must be for you to come into this federation all hyped up on the coat tails of the nWo and then get schooled at your own game in the ring. I feel sorry for you, I really do. It's a shame that you can't be as good as me. Well, it's a shame that not everyone can be as good as me, but none-the-less when I get a hold of you in the ring. I plan on making it look so easy on how I beat you. Kurt, the fact is that you have to follow Randy Orton's three I's. The first rule is "I Rule." The second rule is "I a am great." The third being "I will beat you". As you can clearly see by my fool proof set of rules and guidelines that Angle you don't stand a chance. Much like Jeff Jarrett you would be lucky if Batista and I let you get anything in on us, because we are going to completely demolish you. You think that you are an olympic legend? No, you are an olympic sized loser, and I will kill you off much like Jarrett. I will see the both of you boys very soon, but your future doesn't look very bright.
*Orton smiles a very cocky grin as he puts the microphone aside as he jumps up onto the top turnbuckle and throws both of his arms out into the air. He then gets down, exits the ring and heads back up the ramp. Orton disappears behind the curtain.*
*The camera focuses in on Batista in the back walking down the hallway. He then is stopped by Michael Cole.*
Michael Cole: Batista, I was hoping to get a word with you about your match up tonight.
Batista: I'll give you a few words, but make it snappy, because I have a lot to do, and that doesn't include wasting my time with you.
Michael Cole: Well first I wanted to ask you about your opponent Jeff Jarrett?
Batista: What about Jeff Jarret? Consider him as good as dead. This is my first match here and I intend on making an example out of Jeff Jarrett. You see Jeff once I have my hands around you consider it all over, because I'm looking to hurt you in ways you never knew were possible until now. I will get no greater joy than that of crushing your scrawny body, smashing your skull, and breaking bones. I want to see one of the leaders of the nWo squirming under my grip knowing that your only chance of survival is for me to let go of you and to allow you to be free of pain, but I couldn't do that no. See the entire reason I am here is to hurt people who stand in my path, and unfortunately for you for your first match you are standing up against me and you will be defeated, I guarantee you that much. You don't understand the delight I will have be watching you suffer and to know that you failed in your first attempt to accomplish anything will show that you don't deserve to be in this federation let alone trying to stand behind a revolution like the nWo. Face it, noone wants them around, and for as long as they are around we will put up resistance, and you don't get a bigger resistance than myself. Just consider me the biggest nastiest man you will ever come across, and you will regret that you ever messed with me. You will be wanting to forget that this day ever came for you, it's too bad you can't go back in time so that you could worm your way out of this match. Hope you are ready for when I bring the pain.
Michael Cole: Those are some powerful words, but we can't forget about Kurt Angle. How much of a factor will he play into the match?
Batista: How will Kurt Angle play into the match? Kurt, you won't play much of anything, because you want to know what I see when I look into your eyes? I see the obvious look of fear. I know that you are scared, I know that you can't really handle the task at hand layed before you. I own you Kurt. That is not just sweat that is beading and dripping from your forehead it's fear. I don't blame you, because you know that you are going to get hurt. It seems around here it is the only way to get people to pay any attention to you is to hurt them. Angle, you thought wrestling with a broken neck was something? How about when I break it again, what about when I leave you paralyzed in the ring and you are stuck without wrestling. I have no reguard for the lifes of others in the ring that oppose me. If you signed the contract to fight me you might as well have just singed your death wish, because you granted me permission to tear the ever living hell out of you. I have a lot of plans in store for you when I get my hands around you. I do have a suggestion for you, you are a quick little punk, you had better use your speed to run and run fast to get away from me. You don't want to feel what you will when I have you in my grasp. You are lucky that I am even warning you before hand, because my powerful strikes don't come with a warning. You will be out cold before you realize what hit you. Kurt, the pain will surpass anything you have felt before, be ready for it. You will cry for me Kurt, you will cry.
Michael Cole: So you have the tag team of the nWo to deal with. As a team what does this present to you on the table?
Batista:
The nWo as a team? It's hard to lift something off of the ground if it doesn't make it past its first wall now doesn't it? I know you think that your return is some big deal like most of us really give a d@mn who you think you are. Here's your reality check, Randy Orton and I have not, do not, and will not ever care who you believe you are. Any name that stands before us will fall and be hurting, because why have a reguard for your bodies when you run your mouths like you do. I personally can't stand any group that thinks they are superior. That's partly why I agreed to get this BWO bit going, because we are the best and it is obvious. We will only align and bring in the best into our group. Noone stands a chance as we leave bodies by the wayside. You see Jeff Jarrett and Kurt Angle are only going to become mere statistics to me. Just the first of many numbers that will add up to all of the people that will be broken and that will have felt my wrath. I have no tolerance for cowards, and lazy people who really don't give sh!t to the business they just expect to get respect. You don't get respect you earn it around here, and I plan on making sure that I earn my respect out of you guys. If you don't want to give it to me, I will beat it out of you. Just keep a close eye on your watches or the clocks on the wall, because every second that goes by is another second closer until your very early funeral. I'll bring my pain, you'll feel my wrath!
Michael Cole: Thank you for your time Batista.
Batista: Yeah, now get out of here.
*The camera follows Batista as he finds the locker room door for Stone Cold. He walks in.*
Stone Cold: I'll be d@mned, there's that big son of a b!tch right now. Did you make your decision?
Batista: I'm in.
*Batista leaves without another word being said. He follows down the hallway and makes a left going down three doors to the locker room of Test. He knocks and goes in finding Test there in his wrestling gear.*
Test: Hey man what's up?
Batista: Look, we agreed to be a team, but I just agreed to be a part of the new B.W.O. It's a faction of me, Randy Orton, and Stone Cold. Evidentally the goal is to eat up the gold and put down any nWo threats. You in?
Test: Yo Batista... I'm in! We're tough and we ain't gonna' stop until we own all the gold in this damn place! Enough said.
Batista: Sounds good. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some last minute business to take care of.
*Not too long later the camera finds Randy Orton and Batista out in the hallway.*
Randy Orton: Jeff, you spoke, you da@mn near blew my ear drums. Homosexual? Is that the best you had? Come on now Jeff, I know your wrestling sucks, but I didn't think your mic skills were that bad too. What's wrong slapnuts, lost your wit? You think Jeff Jarrett the name will haunt me forever? Psh, maybe your ugly mug, but I can guarantee you nothing about you will haunt me. I welcome you coming down to the ring and showing me what you are made of, but Jeff, realize that you are going against the legend killer, and there's nobody around here that can handle Randy Orton. I hope you are ready to get RKO'd. Good night Jeff, it's your funeral...it's only my beginning.
Batista: Russo, your mouth, shut it or I will shut it for you. Jeff had better consider me worth his time. You can make your homosexual comments and try to make yourself look good, or maybe feel better about yourself. I'm no fag and can't stand 'em. As far as Randy is concerned, he's called Randy, because his name is Randal you f*cking idiot. Just because I think when you speak that you drop the IQ level of the room twenty points, if you step anywhere near the ring I'll beat the ever loving hell out of you, and show you what a real New York B!tch looks like. And Jeff, hope he says his prayers, because he will feel my pain, he will know my wrath!
*Camera fades to black.*
OOC: It's my first time with Randy Orton and/or Batista forgive me if it's not up to par :-) And of course Cal you can have a rematch sometime. Nice to have you back in the game.
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