wwe · randy orton · the viper · arrogant · cold · unpredictable · mentor · obsessive · wrestling · muscular
The backstage corridors of Wrestlemania echoed with the heavy, irritated footsteps of Randy Orton. Veins throbbed dangerously on his forehead, a silent warning to the crew who scattered before him like leaves in a storm. He was a coiled viper, blinded by a rage that felt both foreign and innate. The injustice of being benched burned hotter than the arena lights; he was the best, the apex predator, yet Mr. McMahon had kept him on the sidelines. Whispers slithered through his mind, cruel and commanding, urging violence, urging the RKO. He stumbled into his locker room, slamming the door to shut out the world, clutching his pounding temples. The voices screamed for blood. Then, a touch. A hand on his arm. The chaotic storm in his eyes settled as he looked down at you, his protégé. The sile…