Post by Lance "The Icon" Ryan on May 19, 2010 16:55:52 GMT -6
~*~*~”Heaven’s a Lie” by Lacuna Coil is playing in the background as we settle in on a fire that is burning high and bright. The fire is casting light on a figure that is sitting back in the shadows a bit and has a hood hanging over his face. The fire flickers for a few moments and then the figure draws the hood back and we see the face of Stefan Rzany. His face is dark, emotionless and doesn’t give an inkling of what he is feeling or what he is thinking. He leans forward and stares at the ground and starts to speak in a tone that as level and unmoving as his facial expressions and his body language.~*~*~[/i]
As I walked through that locker room on Sunday night I looked unmoved. I looked emotionless. Most of all I looked uncaring. All the boys in the back they are talking. Talking now of Stefan Rzany. But let me make something abundantly clear right now. I did have emotions.
As all those groupies came up to say hello, I was laughing inside. Laughing at how pathetic this sport is.
I was Laughing at a man that never knew Lance Ryan, in Andrew Jacobson. I was laughing at a man that clings to fame because he beat Lance Ryan, in Joe Everyman. Most of all, I was laughing at a man that had the nerve to call Lance his brother...this from a man that fought and destroyed Lance with more physicality than any other man in his career.
Let me be clear. You are all humorous to me. There are two things that most of the wrestlers in ncw have in common. Can you guess what they are?
No. Not steroids and concussions, although that may be an argument for another day.
The first thing is that they all seem to orgasm at the mere mention of Lance Ryan. The second is that their minds will never mature from where they were in high school. See, where I come from, we call people like that losers, bums and failures. Here however it seems that you are all called wrestlers.
Let me pose it to you this way. In high school...how was respect earned? It was earned by beating the crap out of someone. In ncw how is respect earned? It is earned by beating the crap out of someone.
How else can you explain a place where a waste of existence like Lance Ryan was a hero and a guy who often wears his heart on his sleeve, Joe Everyman, is the butt of all jokes? There is no other explanation. That is what disgusts me. The entire essence of this company makes me sick to my stomach. You cheer for the brute idiots and you jeer the men that are actually at least a small benefit to society.
Everyone falls down at the thought of Lance and others being fixtures in this sport for so long, but why did they stay so long? Simple.This is the only place on earth that a man as despicable as Lance could ever be respected.
So, the simple question that you're all asking yourselves now is "if he hates wrestling so much, why is he here?"
This answer is also simple. I have never vowed to be anything more than a simple man that hasn't accomplished anything. I am here because I have embraced what wrestling truly is. Wrestling is about imbeciles pounding the piss out of one another for money. That's why I'm here. My soul purpose on this planet is to destroy the hopes, dreams and wishes of anyone that gets in my way. I do not take pleasure in anything else in life.
That brings me to my opponent this week. Jack Ace.
I came to ncw to have some fun and to show you the origin of this sport. Bullying. It is only fitting that my first match will be against a man such as Jack. After all, his persona can only draw a parallel to one thing…your common run of the mill nerd. When I look at Jack, I think of pocket protectors, pull up diapers and lunch money. What better way to make a name for myself than to come into a new yard and take care of business with the biggest pansy that I can find? See, when I was in school bullies did two things. They fought one another to sort out a chain of command, and they beat up the nerds to the enjoyment of everyone else. That is what this Friday is about, making everyone else laugh and have a good time. Right now all of the other bullies are sitting on the sidelines and wondering what to make of the cool kid. The way that I see it, I could either walk in and have a go at the big dog, or I can walk in and have a go at the biggest sissy. Enter Jack Ace.
Jack, I have seen a lot of things, but I have never seen a man squeal like a pig quite like you do when you are in that ring. I have never looked upon a less intimidating person in my life. I do not know what exactly you see yourself as, or how you ended up being a wrestler, but there is one thing that I can guarantee you. That is that you will not stumble your way to victory in this match. You will not trip over a rope and get a three count, see, I am the real deal and one only gets to make one first impression. Mine will be victory, and it will not be long before I cross the schoolyard and take on the biggest bully. That is what I am about. I am about making an impact and I can assure you of one thing Jack, I will make an impression upon you skull on Friday Night.
~*~*~Stefan rises up from his seated position and steps into the fire knocking the wood down, he then starts to pace back and forth.~*~*~[/i]
You see, what everyone ceases to realize is that I am not the man that you all look up to. The moment is not coming when I will break character and admit to you all that I am really Lance Ryan. The moment is not coming when you find out that this is a huge joke…no. The only moment that is coming is the moment when it finally sinks in for all of you that I am who I say I am. I am Stefan Rzany, a man that has been shaken by the darkness that sank down around him. I lost my wife, I lost my child, I lost everything that I worked so hard for. Now, here I am. I may bear a resemblance to this Icon from the past, but I can promise you that this is not who I am.
I am here for one reason and one reason alone. To make a name for Stefan Rzany. Darkness had descended upon my entire life and out of the ashes I rose. My arrival is now and my first victim is Jack Ace. A comedy character. A joke. A geek.
Jack, I decided to climb out of my darkness and it requires work. Congratulations, you will be my first step out of the darkness. My light will once again shine through. To get through the darkness, I must plunge others into that pit.
~*~*~Lance grabs a bucket from the darkness and pours it over the once blazing fire, snuffing out all of it’s light and plunging the entire scene into darkness.~*~*~[/i]
As I walked through that locker room on Sunday night I looked unmoved. I looked emotionless. Most of all I looked uncaring. All the boys in the back they are talking. Talking now of Stefan Rzany. But let me make something abundantly clear right now. I did have emotions.
As all those groupies came up to say hello, I was laughing inside. Laughing at how pathetic this sport is.
I was Laughing at a man that never knew Lance Ryan, in Andrew Jacobson. I was laughing at a man that clings to fame because he beat Lance Ryan, in Joe Everyman. Most of all, I was laughing at a man that had the nerve to call Lance his brother...this from a man that fought and destroyed Lance with more physicality than any other man in his career.
Let me be clear. You are all humorous to me. There are two things that most of the wrestlers in ncw have in common. Can you guess what they are?
No. Not steroids and concussions, although that may be an argument for another day.
The first thing is that they all seem to orgasm at the mere mention of Lance Ryan. The second is that their minds will never mature from where they were in high school. See, where I come from, we call people like that losers, bums and failures. Here however it seems that you are all called wrestlers.
Let me pose it to you this way. In high school...how was respect earned? It was earned by beating the crap out of someone. In ncw how is respect earned? It is earned by beating the crap out of someone.
How else can you explain a place where a waste of existence like Lance Ryan was a hero and a guy who often wears his heart on his sleeve, Joe Everyman, is the butt of all jokes? There is no other explanation. That is what disgusts me. The entire essence of this company makes me sick to my stomach. You cheer for the brute idiots and you jeer the men that are actually at least a small benefit to society.
Everyone falls down at the thought of Lance and others being fixtures in this sport for so long, but why did they stay so long? Simple.This is the only place on earth that a man as despicable as Lance could ever be respected.
So, the simple question that you're all asking yourselves now is "if he hates wrestling so much, why is he here?"
This answer is also simple. I have never vowed to be anything more than a simple man that hasn't accomplished anything. I am here because I have embraced what wrestling truly is. Wrestling is about imbeciles pounding the piss out of one another for money. That's why I'm here. My soul purpose on this planet is to destroy the hopes, dreams and wishes of anyone that gets in my way. I do not take pleasure in anything else in life.
That brings me to my opponent this week. Jack Ace.
I came to ncw to have some fun and to show you the origin of this sport. Bullying. It is only fitting that my first match will be against a man such as Jack. After all, his persona can only draw a parallel to one thing…your common run of the mill nerd. When I look at Jack, I think of pocket protectors, pull up diapers and lunch money. What better way to make a name for myself than to come into a new yard and take care of business with the biggest pansy that I can find? See, when I was in school bullies did two things. They fought one another to sort out a chain of command, and they beat up the nerds to the enjoyment of everyone else. That is what this Friday is about, making everyone else laugh and have a good time. Right now all of the other bullies are sitting on the sidelines and wondering what to make of the cool kid. The way that I see it, I could either walk in and have a go at the big dog, or I can walk in and have a go at the biggest sissy. Enter Jack Ace.
Jack, I have seen a lot of things, but I have never seen a man squeal like a pig quite like you do when you are in that ring. I have never looked upon a less intimidating person in my life. I do not know what exactly you see yourself as, or how you ended up being a wrestler, but there is one thing that I can guarantee you. That is that you will not stumble your way to victory in this match. You will not trip over a rope and get a three count, see, I am the real deal and one only gets to make one first impression. Mine will be victory, and it will not be long before I cross the schoolyard and take on the biggest bully. That is what I am about. I am about making an impact and I can assure you of one thing Jack, I will make an impression upon you skull on Friday Night.
~*~*~Stefan rises up from his seated position and steps into the fire knocking the wood down, he then starts to pace back and forth.~*~*~[/i]
You see, what everyone ceases to realize is that I am not the man that you all look up to. The moment is not coming when I will break character and admit to you all that I am really Lance Ryan. The moment is not coming when you find out that this is a huge joke…no. The only moment that is coming is the moment when it finally sinks in for all of you that I am who I say I am. I am Stefan Rzany, a man that has been shaken by the darkness that sank down around him. I lost my wife, I lost my child, I lost everything that I worked so hard for. Now, here I am. I may bear a resemblance to this Icon from the past, but I can promise you that this is not who I am.
I am here for one reason and one reason alone. To make a name for Stefan Rzany. Darkness had descended upon my entire life and out of the ashes I rose. My arrival is now and my first victim is Jack Ace. A comedy character. A joke. A geek.
Jack, I decided to climb out of my darkness and it requires work. Congratulations, you will be my first step out of the darkness. My light will once again shine through. To get through the darkness, I must plunge others into that pit.
~*~*~Lance grabs a bucket from the darkness and pours it over the once blazing fire, snuffing out all of it’s light and plunging the entire scene into darkness.~*~*~[/i]