Post by Lance "The Icon" Ryan on Oct 12, 2011 1:53:52 GMT -6
It's like saying Bloody Mary into the mirror too many times. It seems like a joke, but in reality it is so far from it. You have undoubtedly seen the previews for Paranormal Activity 3 Trent? Well let me put it to you this way. The man that is going to appear if you continue speaking my name will not be akin to the girl holding the flashlight to her face to scare her little sister...no. I am the man standing in the shadows waiting to uncover my face and all of the horror and anguish that will come with that moment. Do not wish for that that you do not understand.
~*~*~Lance Ryan is standing in a room that is very much like the preview that he speaks of. All that can be seen is a single solitary candle flickering in the darkness. Apart from that just the shadow of a man, a man that we know by voice to be the one and only Lance Ryan~*~*~[/i]
Trent Helms. It takes one hell of a special species to stand in front of these fans that pay damn good money to watch you and piss all over everything that they have ever known. The catch is that they know that you are indeed full of ****. They know that you never were able to create much of a legacy in these parts and they know that a man that calls out legacies is nothing more than a man that has nothing to stand on. Wrestling history is full of people like you Trent Helms. People who stand in front of a mirror like this one and say a name like "Lance Ryan" in vain.
~*~*~With the mention of his name once, the candle flickers and almost fades out, but then continues to burn.~*~*~[/i]
I bet that you think that you are clever Trent. Calling out the ghosts of nCw past. Thinking that those that you call upon will not actually show up. Figuring that we are all out to pasture. You figure that by ridiculing what I accomplished you are somehow better than me. But better than me is something that you have never been...something that you will never will be. Perhaps what irks me most is that you have to campaign to get into the Hall of Fame. Perhaps if you have something to prove to even be considered, you have not proven nearly enough. You have been nothing but a shadow in nCw since your arrival here. Coming and going like a whisper in the wind. Showing up when it serves your purpose and then disappearing again when times get tough. Perhaps the reason that you claim to be from beyond this world is because there is one thing that you could never be. A Man. A man like Lance Ryan.
~*~*~Again the candle flickers, this time looking to burn completely out and then it sparks back to life once more, this time brighter than before.~*~*~[/i]
You have made a mistake this time Trent. You called out an old man and claimed that it was me. Did it feel good to be able to attack a geezer and pretend that that was me? Did it feel good to try and boost your ego at the expense of someone else's legacy? Did you hear those fans boo? Did you hear the announcers and what they had to say about you?
It seems that you are on a crusade Mr. Helms. A crusade to prove that you are somehow better than all of those that made the Hall of Fame when you could not. Trent, it is getting late in the game for you to try to cement some kind of legacy. You went out to my ring and chose to list off all of my accomplishments as if they were no big deal. Let me tell you something Trent, I was here for nCw when they needed me on more than one occasion. When they told me to take the title and take nCw on my broad shoulders, I did it. When they told me that I needed to help get over some younger talent, I did it. You know why? Because I am a company man. You and I, we don't have a lot in common. It all starts with the fact that I have a legacy in this company and in this business, you however do not. But, credit to you, in this, the eleventh hour of your career you have decided to try and build a legacy. You have decided to try and build a legacy at the expense of those that came before you. Perhaps you would be in the hall of fame if you were a little less like Trent Helms and a little more like Lance Ryan.
~*~*~At the third mention of his name, rather than go out the candle seems to burn brighter than possible and we see the name Trent Helms written on the mirror in front of us in red. The man steps out of the shadows and all we can see is the face of Lance. Lance starts to laugh and then he stops laughing as fast as he started and a serious look overtakes him.~*~*~[/i]
Well Trent. You got us this far. Here I am. What now? **** just got real.
~*~*~Lance Ryan is standing in a room that is very much like the preview that he speaks of. All that can be seen is a single solitary candle flickering in the darkness. Apart from that just the shadow of a man, a man that we know by voice to be the one and only Lance Ryan~*~*~[/i]
Trent Helms. It takes one hell of a special species to stand in front of these fans that pay damn good money to watch you and piss all over everything that they have ever known. The catch is that they know that you are indeed full of ****. They know that you never were able to create much of a legacy in these parts and they know that a man that calls out legacies is nothing more than a man that has nothing to stand on. Wrestling history is full of people like you Trent Helms. People who stand in front of a mirror like this one and say a name like "Lance Ryan" in vain.
~*~*~With the mention of his name once, the candle flickers and almost fades out, but then continues to burn.~*~*~[/i]
I bet that you think that you are clever Trent. Calling out the ghosts of nCw past. Thinking that those that you call upon will not actually show up. Figuring that we are all out to pasture. You figure that by ridiculing what I accomplished you are somehow better than me. But better than me is something that you have never been...something that you will never will be. Perhaps what irks me most is that you have to campaign to get into the Hall of Fame. Perhaps if you have something to prove to even be considered, you have not proven nearly enough. You have been nothing but a shadow in nCw since your arrival here. Coming and going like a whisper in the wind. Showing up when it serves your purpose and then disappearing again when times get tough. Perhaps the reason that you claim to be from beyond this world is because there is one thing that you could never be. A Man. A man like Lance Ryan.
~*~*~Again the candle flickers, this time looking to burn completely out and then it sparks back to life once more, this time brighter than before.~*~*~[/i]
You have made a mistake this time Trent. You called out an old man and claimed that it was me. Did it feel good to be able to attack a geezer and pretend that that was me? Did it feel good to try and boost your ego at the expense of someone else's legacy? Did you hear those fans boo? Did you hear the announcers and what they had to say about you?
It seems that you are on a crusade Mr. Helms. A crusade to prove that you are somehow better than all of those that made the Hall of Fame when you could not. Trent, it is getting late in the game for you to try to cement some kind of legacy. You went out to my ring and chose to list off all of my accomplishments as if they were no big deal. Let me tell you something Trent, I was here for nCw when they needed me on more than one occasion. When they told me to take the title and take nCw on my broad shoulders, I did it. When they told me that I needed to help get over some younger talent, I did it. You know why? Because I am a company man. You and I, we don't have a lot in common. It all starts with the fact that I have a legacy in this company and in this business, you however do not. But, credit to you, in this, the eleventh hour of your career you have decided to try and build a legacy. You have decided to try and build a legacy at the expense of those that came before you. Perhaps you would be in the hall of fame if you were a little less like Trent Helms and a little more like Lance Ryan.
~*~*~At the third mention of his name, rather than go out the candle seems to burn brighter than possible and we see the name Trent Helms written on the mirror in front of us in red. The man steps out of the shadows and all we can see is the face of Lance. Lance starts to laugh and then he stops laughing as fast as he started and a serious look overtakes him.~*~*~[/i]
Well Trent. You got us this far. Here I am. What now? **** just got real.