>be randy
>born with the body of a god
>tall, naturally lean, good face
>unfortunately you are aware of this and use it to your advantage
>you get into the business through nepotism and stay because the boss and female fans have a fetish for you
>able to wreak as much backstage havoc as you want and fuck whoever you please
>you get handed the world title as the youngest champion ever. Sure it was to screw over the previous guy and strip that achievement away, but now YOU are the guy; so who cares?
>get a bit carried away and they take away the title in a humiliation ritual
>damn... guess I should be a bit nicer
>pretend to've changed while you keep getting more over and become a main draw
>eventually the title makes its way back to you
>proceed to have a long standing career where ONLY every now and then you do whatever you want, a little burial here and there, life is good
>eventually you get a fan (female) stalking you
>she asks you out
>fuck it, sure, you were already divorced, might as well
>she has three sons
>but she's kinda hot
>yeah whatever
>keep wrestling, get a fucked up back, heavier on roids so much you literally thicken in muscle
>but now you have panic attacks, anxiety bursts and are basically hooked on gear for the rest of your life
>or you might just snap one day and kill someone
What is the message to take away from Randall Orton's life?
