Monday Night
Raw was about to begin, The crowd was filled with the thousands of fans. The screaming of the excited, and Impatient fans filled the air, the WWE stars pacing their locker rooms, or preparing for their entrance.

Randy inhaled deeply, Slowly pacing into his bathroom, brushing some water against his face, trying to calm himself down. Lately his career has been at a downfall, The crowd that used to chant his name, and cheer him on has now began to boo his presence, He didn't understand it, he was trying as hard as he could to straighten up, They just couldn't appreciate his effort. He couldn't please them. This outraged Randy. Tonight he got to make he his Heel change, He always enjoyed being the bad guy, he got thrilled from the fear in the eyes of his opponent, and the excitement that bloomed from the fans that waited to see what happened next. That reaction sent chills down Randy's back, that's what drove him crazy, that was his push to make the script that was wrote for his character come to life, That's what made everyone love him. A evil, crooked smirk appeared across the face of The Viper, He was ready as he heard one of the Staff call for him to get ready he was on next.


Randy was standing patiently waiting to find out who is opponent would be tonight, and see who would approach him, His nerves were driving him a bit nuts, WWE writers were finally giving him that big push he had been waiting for. He was beyond appreciative. Now...all that was left was waiting.