No DQ Match for the World Heavyweight Championship: Doomsday vs. Randy Orton

As we return the mournful and haunting opening piano chords of Linkin Park's In The End echo out

"It starts with... One thing, I don't know why, it doesn't even matter how hard you try, keep that in mind, I designed this rhyme to explain in due time...." start the lyrics, the arena dark now, ice covering the stage and the first of those famous fiery pyro rolling down the sides of the stage one after the other

"All I know is time is a valuable thing, watch it fly by as the pendulum swings, watch it count down till the end of the day... The clock ticks life away... It's so unnnnnnreal... You didn't look out below, watch the time go right out the window, tryin to hold on, didnt even know, I wasted it all... just to watch you go....."

The flames head back up the aisle, exploding either side now as the crowd roar, standing in ovation for the return of Doomsday to Monday Night Raw, maybe for one night only after than draft

"I kept everything inside and even though I tried, it all fell apart, what is meant to be, will eventually,
be a memory, of a time....."

The noise is deafening as the immense figure of Doomsday walks through the ice, the famous hockey mask covering his face as he stands on top of the stage, another explosion of pyro shooting out of the TitanTron as Linkin Park up-volume

"WHEN I TRRRRRRRRIED SO HAAARD AND GOT SO FAAAAAAR... BUT IN THE END, IT DOESN'T EVEN MATTER... I HAD TO FALL.. TO LOSE IT ALL.. BUUUUT IN THE ENNNND... IT DOESN'T EVEN MATTER...."

DD starts to walk the aisle, the crowd still roaring as he makes for the squared circle, Lillian Garcia making the announcement

"He is one of the few folks... one of those men who was here that first night. DD backstage that night, he never appeared on camera, an employee of FWC, our great rival... but in spirit, in everybody's hearts and minds... Doomsday is a WWE Original. And how ironic is it King... on that first Raw is was DD's one time friend and tag team partner Silent Assassin, his Assassins of Doom comrade, who fought for the Worlds title in the main event against the best competitor of that era Shawn Michaels.... tonight, it's DD against the man who may very well be the best of this on.... Randy Orton" goes Ross, Doomsday grabbing the ropes and climbing up onto the apron, more fire like pyro spurting from the turnbuckles

"Well Vince said he wanted to put what happened with the World Title right... wanted to give Doomsday a change to win that title back after he lost it to John Cena JR.... and normally, in any NO-DQ match... you'd have to give Doomsday the tag as favorite... but with Legacy around.... I dunno JR"

DD heads to each side of the ring, cameras going off all around before Linkin Park cut out

"Well I have to agree King.. Legacy will no doubt try and insert themselves into this match.. that is assuming Assassin is in any way fit to do so after his altercation with Cactus Jack Mick Foley earlier this evening"

Right on que the camera heads for the stage, the boos echoing out as Rev Theory hits

"I HEAR VOICES IN MY HEAD, THEY COUNCIL ME, THEY UNDERSTAND.. THEY TALK TO ME"

The cameraman gets the full crowd, showing the fans jeering Orton before quickly headed back to stage, Randy Orton strolling calmly out, head lowered slightly, looking down toward the ring and as expected flanked by Assassin and the masked man

"You got your rules and your religion, all designed to keep you safe.. but when rules start getting broken, you start questioning your faith... I have a voice that is ma savior, hates to love and loves to hate... I have the voice that has the knowledge and the power to rule your fate...."

Orton, in usual black trunks and Legacy T-Shirt strides forward, the impassive masked face of Doomsday staring back, nothing visible behind the mask

"I HEAR VOICES CRYIN... I SEE HEROES DYIN... I TASTE THE BLOOD THAT'S DRYIN.... I FEEL THE TENSION RISIN...."

Randy Orton stops at the end of the aisle as he's announced, looking confident, little emotion on his chiseled face as he looks up at the imposing figure of DD

"Randy Orton folks... Three Time WWE Champion, Intercontinental Champion, World Tag Team Champion, King of the Ring... Royal Ruble. Show me something this man has not done.. and folks.. he is not even 30 years old. This is not only the present of our business... it is the future for a HELL of a long time to come" goes Ross, Orton walking around to the steps and climbing up them as Legacy head around toward the Timekeeper

"Wait a minute JR... I think Legacy are coming over here...."

"Well they better not King cause I think I might just rip that damn mask off whoever that is. Legacy are nothing short of a pair of thugs, thugs who attacked Mick Foley two weeks in a row... a man who hides his face for some kind of future advantage" spits JR

"Well... I'm gunna call the other guy Assassin number two... y'know, like the Assassins tag team in the 70s" goes King, Ross sighing as we see Assassin and "Assassin #2" take chairs from the Timekeeper and set them up at ringside, Orton meanwhile in the ring, no turnbuckles poses, all business here as he stands opposite Doomsday

"An... I'm just hearing folks..." starts JR, listening carefully to his headset

"That next week on Raw... oh my God... what a hell of a match... folks, next week on Raw, Intercontinental Championship on the lines... it's gunna be Ric Flair versus Michael Shane versus Suffering versus Jeff Hardy, fatal-4-way match... what a hell of a match King"

"JR... that's gunna be huge... four combustible elements... and the title on the title on the line!!!" squeals Lawler

"Well talking of Titles, once again folks... this match is for the World Heavyweight Championship, the belt made famous by the likes of Hulk Hogan and Shawn Michaels, the so called big gold belt... such history... such prestige" finishes JR, our Referee Charles Robinson checking over both men as we get another shot of Legacy. JR reminds us that this match is to be under no disqualification rules as the bell rings and this match is underway. Orton is out of the blocks in an instant, giving DD no time to think as he hits him with the Gut Kick, follows it with the Right Hand, again, again, again, Orton opening up on Doomsday and sending him staggering back to the corner, JR questioning just how much impact those fists can be having with DD wearing that protective mask. Doomsday is beat back to the corner, Orton has the arm... no, DD strikes back with the Gut Kick of his own, fighting out the corner here - Right hand, brutal and punishing straight Right, closed fist to the skull. Orton staggers, DD hits again... and spins Randy into the corner - CRACK, there's a thrust to the throat, Right hand... over and over, pummeling Orton as Legacy stand at ringside, complaining to Referee Charles Robinson but this is more than legal. DD grabs the arm, here's the Irish Whip... Orton reverses... and sends Doomsday slamming into the opposite set of pads... and explodes forward - Orton smashed down with a Clothesline, brutal impact from the seven footer. DD climbs across and straddles Orton, aiming fists down  for the mounted punches - again, again, pistoning Right Hands to the skull of Randy, Orton taken aback by the sheer brutality and hard hitting nature of the former World Heavyweight Champion here in the early going. Orton manages to shove DD off and roll away, getting to his feet... right back down under the Clothesline from DD.... and the Legendkiller rolls under the bottom rope and staggers toward Legacy at ringside, holding his head and trying to shake the cobwebs loose. Doomsday shows no intimidation however and exits with him, following him round and grabbing him, Legacy wisely staying backed off, wanting no part of the raging DD at this stage. Doomsday walks Orton to the barrier... and slams his head down into it... NO, Orton gets his hands down and blocks it, hand behind DD's head.... and it's Doomsday into the barrier, Orton giving some trash talk to the New York Giants who are still in the front row. Orton grabs the head of DD and half pulls him to his feet, grabbing the arm... here's the Irish Whip at ringside.... reversed... and Orton slams body first into the barrier near the timekeeper, more impact as Doomsday slowly marches toward him, that slow and methodical pace, relentless, never taking punishment or feeling pain it seems. The crowd suddenly come to their feet, roaring as DD walks right past the downed three time WWE Champion and pulls the top off JR and Kings announce desk, both announcers clearing their positions as they realize his intentions. DD pulls out both monitors, the Madison Square Garden crowd deafening as they stand to get a better look, camera flashing. DD heads back to Orton and grabs him by the head, pulling him roughly up and walking toward the desk... Right Hand sends him onto it... but not over, just swaying. DD aims a blow again... this time Orton blocks, looking desperate as he fires back with a Right hand of his own, DD staggering away as it connects... European Uppercut. Doomsday staggers away toward the barrier, putting a little distance between himself and his opponent but also allowing Orton to lift the apron. The crowd boo as a trash can is produced, DD not seeing this coming as Orton approaches from behind.... but DD spins just in time - Gut Kick and Orton drops the can, Right Hand by DD... scoops up the metal... and this time it's Orton who counters with the kick to the Gut, Doomsday keeling over, neither man able to take advantage of this weapon that's been brought into play. Orton instead grabs DD by the back of his pants, rolling him into the ring and following, DD rising fast and meeting an attempted Right Hand of Randy Orton with a block, Right Hand again... another, another, Orton reeling... back to the ropes, goes for the Irish Whip, reversed into the Short Arm Whip by Randy Orton, behind, grabs the head - trademark Inverted Headlock Backbreaker. Cover, the Lateral Press - One... Two... ThrNO, that's not gunna get it done as Doomsday kicks out with some authority. The crowd are vocal as Orton stands and pulls DD with him, a VERY distinct "RKO... RKO... RKO" chant echoing out from some of the older fans, King muttering something about "bizaro land" as Orton hits the European Uppercut again, an effective move, catching DD underneath the mask to send him staggering away to the ropes. Orton grabs the arm and tries the whip again but just like before, it's reversed and Orton is sent running into the opposite side... he rebounds off the ropes, ducks a clothesline, off the other side....

"SIDE WALK SLAM... BIG TIME IMPACT FROM DOOMSDAY" blares Ross as Orton is drilled into the canvas. DD gets to his feet, Orton staggering up fast with him, knowing he losing the momentum and has to do something quickly. Orton is on his feet, spaghetti legs... and Clotheslined up, over... and out, crashing out to the mats in front of JR and Kings dismantled announce position..... and we go to a break, JR promising us that this match will continue when we return.

As we do we discover that Randy Orton is back in control of this match, the double feature showing us that during the break Doomsday followed Orton out to ringside and got smashed squarely in the skull by Orton and that trash can right in front of the jeering legacy, Assassin and the mystery man  taunting DD as he goes down, ready to lay in the boots until Orton gently holds them off, wanting Doomsday for himself. Back live, DD is on his hands and knees before Orton, he gets to his feet and Randy grabs the arm... here's the Irish Whip...... CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH, Doomsday goes shoulder first into the ringsteps, the crowd wincing as he does, a huge crash of metal ringing as DD clutches his arm, slumping to the mats. Orton has that killer look in his eyes, knowing that the endgame maybe near as he walks over to the downed Doomsday, taking his sweet time, knowing he can conserve his energy as he stands over DD and grabs the head, pulling him up and rolling him under the bottom rope again. The Legendkiller heads to the steps, hands either side and struggling to disconnect them, to pull the top piece away from the bottom. Orton looks to struggle with the heavy piece of steel for a moment before lifting them over his head and tossing them over the ropes and into the ring, landing with a thud near DD's legs, the former Champion still not back to his feet. Orton follows, under the bottom rope and into the ring, headed right to the steps as he looks down at Doomsday who's starting to recover, clutching the bottom rope and pulling himself up. Orton picks up the steps and holds them ready, just waiting for DD to stand and turn to face him.... he does just that, getting to his feet.... turning.....

THHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUDONK, the steps smash right into the skull of Doomsday, the crowd whistling at the sheer power of the impact, the blow taking DD down and potentially out, not moving. Orton quickly casts the steps away, tossing them back over the top rope to ringside and leaping down onto DD, grabbing the leg as he does, hooked, Robinson with the count - One... Two... ThreNO, nearest of near falls, DD just having enough to kick out at the very last millisecond, Orton looking up in shock, thought he had it there but Robinson shows him two fingers, insistent and this match is not over yet. Orton gets to his feet, Doomsday staying down as you can see Randy thinking to himself, wondering what he can do to put away this notoriously resilient monster it seems. A light seems to come on in Orton's head, pointing to Assassin and calling for his chair. The Australian complies and fold up the steel with a clack of metal on metal, handing it to Orton through the ropes. Orton unfolds the chair and sets it up in the center of the ring, JR questioning what his intentions are here but they soon become plain, grabbing DD's head as he tries to stand, all his attacks focused on the skull Ross points out, all possibly leading to this as Orton stands, DD's head still in his arms, standing over the set up chair and about read for the RKO onto it it seems... he goes for it... no, shoved in the back by Doomsday, Orton staggers away, spins back at DD, scooped up over the shoulder..... CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK, Doomsday scores with the Powerslam onto the set up chair. The big man can't capitalize however, going down to all fours and trying to recover some of his wind, breathing heavy and clutching his head, obviously pained from Orton's attacks as Randy arches his back, having taken the full impact of that chair... and here comes Assassin and the third man, the boos sounding out as they leap up onto the apron, Charles Robinson in their way, telling the to get back down and protesting even though there's not much he can do under no-DQ rules. All Legacy seem to want to do however is buy some time, DD sure enough looking in their direction, seeing what all the fuss is about as he tries to get up. He's on his feet, stumbles... and launches a blow at Assassin, the Legacy man leaping back off the apron along with his partner, DD missing.... but the distraction has had it's desired effect, Orton is up on his feet behind, spins Doomsday to face him - Right hand... no, blocked, a furious and raging Doomsday striking back - Right hand, again, again, again, again, pummeling blows sending Orton back to the turnbuckles, reeling against them as DD doesn't stop. Blow after blow, Right hand, Right hand, again, again, again, again, again, beating Orton down the pads till he's sat on the canvas, head resting against the bottom pad. Orton tries to get out, staggering up to his feet as DD backs away... Clothesline, Orton up on instinct and shoved into the ropes... here's the Irish Whip, reversed into the Short Arm Whip by Orton, pulls DD toward him for the Clothesline... and DD ducks, around and behind, Randy spins.... SLAP, hand around the throat, massive roar from the crowd as Orton is hoisted aloft.... and brought down

"CHOKESLAM... CHOKESLAM TO HELL... AND HERE COME LEGACY" blares Ross as Assassin and the third man slide in under the bottom rope in a panic, seeing this match slipping away from Randy Orton.... Doomsday with the Clothesline to Assassin, same to his partner... Assassin up - down again, Randy to his feet however - Right Hand... and the same from the masked man, both beating the hell out of Doomsday, Assassin joining, all three Legacy members swamping Doomsday - Rights and lefts, DD trying to cover up but being knocked down to the canvas where they put the boot in - stomp after stomp, the boos deafening

"OH COME OF... IS THIS HOW YA WANNA WIN THE DAMN TITLE RANDY.... I KNOW IT'S LEGAL, BUT FO....."

JR cuts himself off as the lights go out, all those boos drifting away as the crowd become electric, popping massively as the Undertaker's "BONG" echoes through the arena

"WAIT A MINUTE.... CAN IT BE.... IT CAN'T BE THE UNDERTAKER.... RANDY ORTON PUNTED THE DEADMAN IN THE HEAD AT NO WAY OUT.... CAN HE BE BACK SO SOON...." questions Ross as a crack of thunder echoes out and a second "BONG" ... and a third, the organs kicking in for The Darkest side as the lights come up to reveal Doomsday back on his feet in front of Legacy.... and another familiar figure behind

"IT IS... IT'S THE UNDERTAKER... THE UNDERTAKER IS HERE" blares Ross, Orton and all of Legacy spinning.... and charging - Undertaker takes out the mystery man, spinning quickly as Orton and Assassin smash into his back, clubbing blows, the fans still electrified, the chants of "UNDER-TAKER.... UNDER-TAKER" echoing through the Garden, Doomsday grabbing Assassin by the neck and tossing him aside, Undertaker and Doomsday hitting Right Hands to Orton, the Legendkiller reeling

"UNDERTAKER AND DOOMSDAY ARE BACK ON THE SAME PAGE.... OH MY GOD WHAT DOES THAT MEAN KING" roars Ross, lost in the moment and the noise of this stunningly hot crowd, Rights by DD, a second wind now, Rights by Undertaker, the two men beating Orton back to the Ropes, here's the Double Irish Whip.... send Orton running... rebounding - SLAP, hands around the throat.... hoisted

"DOUBLE CHOKESLAM... IT'S OVER... WE GOT A NEW WORLD CHAMPION" JR yells prematurely as Assassin and the third man, both on their feet charge Taker... and Clothesline him over the top rope back into the aisle, following and leaving Doomsday with Orton. The two Legacy men exchange Right Hands with the Deadman, sending him backward up the aisle as meanwhile back in the ring the crowd roar, Doomsday going down and making the cover, the leg is hooked

"ONE"

"TWO"

"THRENO... RANDY ORTON KICKED OUT... HOW IN THE HELL DID HE KICK OUT OF THAT?" asks Ross rhetorically, saying you have to give Orton credit for that, digging down and showing his will and desire to be the next World Heavyweight Champion right there. Doomsday shakes his head in disbelief, taking a second to recover and offering a glance toward the aisle where the Undertaker has landed blows to both members of Legacy, those two staggering now as they head for the stage. Meanwhile back in the ring DD scoops up the steel chair from earlier, holding it ready as Doomsday struggles to his feet.... Crack, smashes the top edge into the ribs, causing Orton to keel over and expose the back..... THWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWACK, massive shot echoes though Madison Square Garden like a gunshot. Orton goes down to his knees, looking up at Doomsday, almost pleading for him not to as the masked giant holds the chair up, ready to bring it crashing down on Orton's skull...... Low Blow, Orton gets the fist up into the unguarded groin. DD keels over and drops the chair, Randy quickly placing it under his opponents head, grabbing it.... and bringing it down, DDT onto the chair. Both Orton and Doomsday lay side by side, both exhausted as we see Undertaker and Legacy vanishing backstage, the camera briefly showing the shot behind the curtain as suddenly Shawn Michaels is there, coming to defend his fellow World Tag Team Champion. We have to leave the brawl however as back in the ring Orton is stalking the rising Doomsday, about ready to finish him with the RKO, Orton on his belly behind him, fists slamming into the canvas, reminiscent of a predator in the grass, those eyes watching every move... ready to strike as DD climbs to his feet.... slowly at first... up to his knees... back to Orton.... he turns.... and Orton goes for it... NO, shoved in the back, Orton staggers, DD somehow gets the chair in his grasp, staggering on spaghetti legs and aiming, hoping it hits home..... THWAAAAAAAAAAACK, Orton is smashed in the skull, Doomsday standing over Orton.... THWACK.... THWACK... THWACK... and he's Legacy again, charging back down the aisle.... back in.... THWACK, Doomsday takes the mystery mans head off.... THWWWWWWWWWWACK, scores with the shot to Assassin as we now see Shawn Michaels again ambling down the aisle, looking beaten and disheveled as a quick camera in the back shows The Undertaker fending off Joey Nebraska now, the MNM man maybe after a little advantage before next weeks match... and not finding it as the Deadman sends him into a stack of pipes, John Morrison hitting a chop block. Back live Doomsday is on fire, taking on all of Legacy...  he Clotheslines the third man out and turns back to Assassin, Shawn Michaels about to enter and offer assistance it seems where the Garden boos BIG TIME, the cheers of the women and children in attendance drowned out as now the WWE Champion John Cena heads down the aisle, grabbing Michaels before he can enter the ring, stopping him from interfering. Michaels and Cena start to jaw at ringside but DD seems to have everything covered, hitting the Side Walk Slam on Assassin and allowing the Aussie to roll out under the bottom rope, finally back to just himself and Randy Orton, Michaels and Cena at ringside, Cena taking the "argument" in good humor along with a very loud "FUCK YOU CENA" chant that JR and King decide to ignore. Michaels seems genuinely pissed however but holds up his hands and walks back up the aisle as he sees Doomsday is in complete control here, Cena following, WWE Championship over his shoulder

"I'm not really sure what that's all about there King, John Cena stopping Shawn Michaels from helping Doomsday... DD did and does have everything under control here but I'd like to know the WWE Champions reasoning for that" goes Ross as DD stands and throws down the chair with a roar of frustration, letting it out and turning back to Randy Orton..... who suddenly leaps up off the canvas, playing possum

"OH WAIT.. RKO... RKO... RKO" cries Ross, Michaels and Cena turning in shock as they hear the crowd noise, just in time to see Doomsday driven headfirst into the mat, Orton rolls over

"NO...." cries Ross, Charles Robinson already positioned as Orton grabs both legs, all the leverage he has left

"ONE......"

"NO..."

"TWO...."

"FOR GODSAKES KICKOUT...."

"THREE..."

"DAMMIT" spits Ross as the arena explodes in noise, boos, a few cheers, the noise of Rev Theory drowning everything however as Voices blasts out

"I HEAR VOICES IN MY HEAD, THEY COUNCIL ME, THEY UNDERSTAND.. THEY TALK TO ME"

Orton lets go of the legs, that evil smirk on his face as he looks up from the mat, the Referee grabbing his hand and holding it aloft

"God almightily... that man... that son of a bitch.... don't tell me that Randy Orton is the face of the this new era, that's he's gunna represent us as the Worlds Champion" spits Ross as Legacy now enter the ring as well, having come to their senses, Shawn Michaels back to arguing with a mortified John Cena as we see them on stage, this moment Legacy's however as Assassin grabs one hand and the third man the other, holding Orton's arms aloft

"Ladies and gentlemen... the winner of this match.... and NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW World Heavyweight Champion........ RANNNNDY... ORRRTON" cries Lillian to more boos, Rev Theory continuing to blare

"I HEAR VOICES CRYIN... I SEE HEROES DYIN... I TASTE THE BLOOD THAT'S DRYIN.... I FEEL THE TENSION RISIN...."

"I just don't believe this King.... that this night, this HISTORIC night in the Garden could end this way... with that evil human being becoming the Worlds Champion for a fourth time.. to be one of the two men along with John Cena who's gunna represent this new era.... it makes me sick" spits Ross, Voices cutting out and replaced by No Chance In Hell

"NO CHANCE.... CAUSE THAT'S WHAT YOU'VE GOT.... NO CHANCE..... NO CHANCE IN HELL... YOU'VE GOT.... NO CHANCE...."

The crowd quieten as the figure of Vince McMahon strolls onto stage, his tie removed and jacket open, looking somber and resigned but like a man with one last task to do, the World Heavyweight Championship belt over his shoulder as he strides down the aisle in that familiar manner, the power walk still in place

"Well never the less folks... Randy Orton IS our Worlds Champion... it would appear Mr McMahon will be making that presentation in person" goes Ross as Cena and Michaels nod a greeting to McMahon, the Chairman blanking them as he heads down the aisle, DD recovering at ringside as we see a smirk all over Orton's face when he realizes that McMahon will be presenting the belt. Lillian asks us to welcome the Chairman and the whole Garden is on their feet. McMahon climbs the steps and through the ropes, Legacy stood opposite, carnage all around the ring. McMahon audibly tells Charles Robinson to get him a mic, the official complying and handing one to Vince before exiting. No Chance in Hell cuts and leaves us with nothing but atmosphere, the crowd a mixture of cheers and boos, all many of chants in different sections, all going quiet as Vince speaks

"As you will all remember a little over three hours ago I announced my retirement as Chairman of World Wrestling Entertainment...."

The crowd boo big time, not wanting Vince to go

"That is a decision I made several weeks ago... and I am happy to announce that a replacement has already been decided upon. That individual will be in charge of this company from next Monday.... but o...."

Vince breaks off as a "THANK YOU VINCE..... THANK YOU VINCE...." chant starts to echo out, getting louder and louder as every fan in the building starts to chant, many rising to their feet. Vince lowers his mic a second, seemingly genuinely taken aback, a slight smile coming to his face before quickly fading

"Thanks you... thank you for that... you know, although many may not realize it, over the past twenty five years, I have made every decision, not for me Vincent Kennedy McMahon... but for each and every one of you. I put WWE and you fans before anything in my life and I would like to personally thank each and every one of you for giving me one hell of a time and one hell of a life during my time as Chairman of this company... thank you"

The crowd roar, that sounding improvised from Vince, the fans still cheering and applauding, Legacy looking irritated, all except Orton who just stares right at Vince, boring a hole in him with his eyes

"But one think I always wanted to do... was go out the right way, do the right thing for our business. Now I'm not a wrestler... time honored traditions really don't apply... but what I can do is, be a bigger man and try and right some wrongs such as with Doomsday, makes things easier for my successor by making some matches for next weeks show.... and I can honor the man who will lead this company forward along with John Cena... by presenting Randy Orton... with the World Heavyweight Championship"

The crowd boo, Orton turning around to call for a mic of his own, taking one from Lillian and slowly walking up to Vince, almost nose to nose, not blinking

"You talk about coming out here to honor me... about YOUR legacy... you came out here for ONE reason Vince... to steal MY spotlight, to put the cameras on YOU... so that you could close this show by basking in the thanks of these pathetic fans in this arena here tonight..."

MASSIVE jeers, Vince swallowing, trying to show no intimidation as he stares back with contempt at Orton

"Just like always Vince... even at the end, the last day... it has to be about YOU."

Vince opens his mouth about to speak but Orton cuts him off

"NO.. NO... you shut your mouth McMahon... this isn't about you anymore... this isn't about you or your family, it isn't about these fans or even WWE.... it's abut ME AND LEGACY...."

Orton gets right in Vince's face

"I don't WANT your honor" he spits, suddenly kicking the WWE Chairman square in the abdomen, John Cena and Shawn Michaels charging down the aisle but instantly met by Legacy, Assassin and the unknown sliding out and exchanging blows with the duo, stopping them getting near the ring as Vince keels over and goes down to his knees, Orton back pedaling, that look of murderous glee on his face as Vince's head is exposed and open.... he charges...... CRAAAAAAACK, he connects

"ORTON PUNTED MCMAHON... HE PUNTED VINCE MCMAHON IN THE SKULL" cries Ross, a particularly brutal kick, Vince's head and neck snapping sideways as it hit my a vehicle, instantly collapsing unconscious, Orton scooping up the World Heavyweight Championship in one swift motion.

"Oh my God" says Ross quietly, the fans a mixture of shock and outrage, boos and whistle raining down as Orton scoops up the mic

"SO COME ON.... WHAT ABOUT THE DRAFT..." spits Orton, completely ignoring McMahon as if he'd just tossed away the garbage

"What about this so called random draft... all these people know there's two big names left, lets stop the charade.... where am I going... where's Cena going... come on, get it on the screen... it's not about him..."

Orton gestures to Vince laying in a heap

"This is about ME... about LEGACY.... is it Raw.... or is it SmackDown.... my destiny is only half done... only half fulfilled here... WHERE IS IT?"

The TitanTron springs to life, Cena and HBK stopping fighting, knowing this affects them too

"I.... I can't believe what we've seen JR..." goes King, Ross quiet as two images appear on screen.....