Rewind to last night. Go on - make that rewinding noise in your head as your memories noisily play themselves in reverse. What were you doing - drunkenly chatting up some attractive ladies in a bar? Doling out fresh soup at a homeless shelter? Digging a shallow grave with your bare hands?
What you should have been doing is watching the glorified framing device that is Friday Night SmackDown. The corpse in your bath tub can wait until morning. In between twenty minute recaps of Raw and repeats of three year old R-Truth matches is often a rather good show. On this rather good show is a rather good wrestler. This rather good wrestler can cut some rather good promos. This rather good wrestler who can cut rather good promos is - you'll be surprised to learn, provided you didn't read the title - Randy Orton.
Not that this will change your mind - you've likely already come into this thread having picked a side - but it's only fair I arm you with the necessary tools; three bin bags, one pair rubber gloves, sulphuric acid (3 litres), a shovel, a hammer, a hacksaw, a watertight alibi, and this YouTube video of Randy Orton's promo: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lsKvl15IJak&t=2m5s
Have you sawn off the hands and removed all the teeth? Good. The next step is to glance at, and then probably ignore, this transcript of Randy's promo:
I now have a Word file on my computer entitled "My name is Randy Orton" - which is far more incriminating than any pair of severed hands found in your back garden - so I hope you read at least a bit of it.
I've not looked, but I'd imagine there was a subtle backlash against this promo all over the internet. "I wonder who let Randy Orton near a microphone," one spectator likely enquired. "Here we go - Blandy Boreton strikes again," piped up another. "Oh God, I didn't mean to hit her that hard! She's not getting up," sobbed a third. This backlash, subtle and - indeed - hypothetical as it was, was unfounded. Don't get me wrong, I'm not putting this promo on the very highest tier - it certainly won't be remembered for years to come. It's no Austin 3:16, nor Rocky, This is Your Life, nor even up there with Punk's shoot. Admittedly, it's actually rather unremarkable, but that doesn't take away from its quality.
As you thoroughly scrub your bath tub, making sure no troublesome strands of hair have trapped themselves in those nooks and crannies, I'll go through why I thought the promo was good, point by point:
I eagerly await all your responses. I'm sure the majority of you will agree with me wholeheartedly, and we'll quickly come to a consensus. Oh, and remember to burn the clothes you were wearing.
What you should have been doing is watching the glorified framing device that is Friday Night SmackDown. The corpse in your bath tub can wait until morning. In between twenty minute recaps of Raw and repeats of three year old R-Truth matches is often a rather good show. On this rather good show is a rather good wrestler. This rather good wrestler can cut some rather good promos. This rather good wrestler who can cut rather good promos is - you'll be surprised to learn, provided you didn't read the title - Randy Orton.
Not that this will change your mind - you've likely already come into this thread having picked a side - but it's only fair I arm you with the necessary tools; three bin bags, one pair rubber gloves, sulphuric acid (3 litres), a shovel, a hammer, a hacksaw, a watertight alibi, and this YouTube video of Randy Orton's promo: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lsKvl15IJak&t=2m5s
Have you sawn off the hands and removed all the teeth? Good. The next step is to glance at, and then probably ignore, this transcript of Randy's promo:
My name is Randy Orton, and usually when I have a problem with somebody, I don’t come out here and talk about it. Most likely, I hunt them down. For the past few weeks, it feels like I’m the one being hunted. By Kane. Now we are both going down a path that leads to us destroying one another. And that’s fine by me. But before that happens, I have to know why Kane chose me. Now I’m not John Cena – I embrace hate. And in turn, hate embraces me. Call it ‘morbid curiosity’. Or whatever. But Kane, I’m calling you out. And I want you to explain yourself. Because when the time comes that I have to put you down, I wanna know why I had to do it.
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That was very enlightening. Thank you. Thank you for that. Now shut your mouth, come down to this ring and let’s just see if you can finish what you started!
I now have a Word file on my computer entitled "My name is Randy Orton" - which is far more incriminating than any pair of severed hands found in your back garden - so I hope you read at least a bit of it.
I've not looked, but I'd imagine there was a subtle backlash against this promo all over the internet. "I wonder who let Randy Orton near a microphone," one spectator likely enquired. "Here we go - Blandy Boreton strikes again," piped up another. "Oh God, I didn't mean to hit her that hard! She's not getting up," sobbed a third. This backlash, subtle and - indeed - hypothetical as it was, was unfounded. Don't get me wrong, I'm not putting this promo on the very highest tier - it certainly won't be remembered for years to come. It's no Austin 3:16, nor Rocky, This is Your Life, nor even up there with Punk's shoot. Admittedly, it's actually rather unremarkable, but that doesn't take away from its quality.
As you thoroughly scrub your bath tub, making sure no troublesome strands of hair have trapped themselves in those nooks and crannies, I'll go through why I thought the promo was good, point by point:
- It was competent and it was fluent. First, the basics. Orton has great diction, is perfectly confident and delivers the whole thing without stumbling. It would go without saying, if only I hadn't just said it.
- It served its purpose. The segment takes up between eight and nine minutes. We know Orton's motivation, we know Kane's motivation, we re-establish their characters and their rivalry, and we learn they're going to fight at WrestleMania.
- It was concise. The Rock and John Cena have cut half a dozen twenty minute promos on each other, and I'm still kind of vague on what their arguments are. "Kane, you've been a bit of a dick of late, I'm going to beat you up, but first I'd like to understand your motivations. I now understand your motivations - let's fight." Bam. Done. We don't have to hand Orton a guitar and hear him wail like a wounded animal for half an hour.
- It was entirely in character. Randy Orton is not flamboyant. Randy Orton doesn't come out wearing a rhinestone jacket, doing jumping jacks to the ring. Randy Orton is a dude that rolls up in trunks, boots, and kneepads every week and beats someone up. He says as much - "usually when I have a problem with somebody, I don’t come out here and talk about it. Most likely, I hunt them down." Badasses don't talk about beating people up. Badasses beat people up.
Take the Triple H/Punk feud as how not to look like a badass. Punk came out, complained about management, and made bad sex jokes about Triple H every week. He came over like a smartass, douchebag student making fun of his stern headmaster. Nothing betrays someone's badass cred more than turning down an opportunity to hit your mortal enemy in the face, or maybe to just stare them down if you're more into that thing, in order to talk about their wife's underwear some more. - Kane was rather good too. His penchant for saying as many polysyllabic words as he can in order to compose a faux Shakespearean soliloquy is still a bit rich for my tastes, but he fulfils his role almost as well as Orton does.
I eagerly await all your responses. I'm sure the majority of you will agree with me wholeheartedly, and we'll quickly come to a consensus. Oh, and remember to burn the clothes you were wearing.