Post by Lance "The Icon" Ryan on Nov 21, 2009 0:18:41 GMT -6
~*~*~There was a time not that long ago when the business and my family went hand in hand. I used my family to swerve everyone once upon a time, and I have often had my family be front and center in nCw. Front and center for all to see, all to admire and all to love. There are times however when that policy does not come into effect. One of those times is when there are “problems” within the family, and let it be known that there are many right now. Cassandra has decided that she needs time away from me and Zell. Cassandra’s family is facing a difficult situation as well. The reality is that things are not all right as rain in the Ryan family and I was pleasant enough to make you all privy of that this past week. However, there is one thing that a professional wrestler should not do, that is bring the family of his opponent up in a promo. I have done it twice in my career and both times I faced the consequences. Sunday Joe Everyman was heading into what he calls the biggest match of his life against a man that admitted respect, admitted fear of losing, a man that was giving Joe Everyman his due, and yet at the same time he was going into a match with a man that was intent to hurt him in our match. That has changed now.~*~*~
~*~*~A fire is flickering away and the rest of the area around it is filled with darkness. Alone around the fire is a solitary figure that can not be seen because the face is cloaked by a hood. The hood falls down and all that we can see is a mouth and some jaw structure. The individual is cloaked from head to toe in black and is maneuvering their head to change from staring into the fire to staring at the ground. We stare on at the eerie scene for a moment with not a single sound save for the wood crackling from the heat of the fire. Finally the silence is broken by a voice that e recognize as being all to familiar. The voice of course belongs to the icon Lance Ryan, but the face stays hung down, staring at the ground in front of him.~*~*~[/i]
Lance Ryan: Joe. I have given you credit for many things over the years, and especially over the past few weeks, but there is one thing that you have proven in one short stupid move. Joe, you are not an intelligent man. You see Joe, there is a code in the back amongst all of us boys. There are rules that are meant to be followed at all times in respect to the other wrestlers that wrestle for this company, and you have broken one of the cardinal rules. Joe, we don’t talk much about these rules, they are simply there and they are expected to be followed. This week however you decided to break character and focus on my family.
Joe, all that I am going to say to you is that you have made a major, MAJOR mistake. You see, my family life, aside from what you have seen here in nCw is a private matter. I have kept the dark secrets of my past from the light of day for many reasons, most of all because the life that I have lived is one of a man that many would figure cannot be sane any longer. You know about Cassandra, you know about Zell. You even had the chance to meet Jessy and Jamie. Hell, in your misguided meanderings you even managed to overlook the fact that my blood brother, Matthew has been a huge part of my career here in nCw and a huge part of my wrestling life. But, I am not here to nitpick here tonight, I am here to give you what you wanted Joe. I am here to give you a look at the life of a legend before I ascended to greatness.
~*~*~Lance grabs a few more logs and throws them into the fire without moving anything around. Sparks and ashes fly in all directions but Lance doesn’t flinch or move an inch. He continues to hold his spot staring straight down at the ground.~*~*~[/i]
Lance: Joe, I was five years old. Five. That is when I first remember the reactions that I had when I realized that my mother did not want me. My entire life was spent sitting alone in a room because she didn’t want me. She wanted a girl, and was stuck with a five year old piece of **** that was inconsiderate enough to grow a penis in his time in the womb. At five years of age, my father walked into my room and found me with a pair of scissors, prepared to do the unthinkable, I was willing to give my mother the girl that I always wanted. That was what love was to me. At that young age I realized something that I would never recover from. To me, love was defined by what you were willing to give up for someone, I was willing to give up all I had to be a girl for my mother.
Things didn’t stop there Joe. Things did not stop there at all. Throughout my childhood and throughout my teenage years, my mother and father took liberties on me that should never be taken on a child. I was physically beaten on a daily basis. If my father had a bad day at work, he would come home and unleash his belt upon me. Not just my behind like some children, but whatever part of my body happened to get between the metal latch of his belt and the floor.
~*~*~At this point Lance pulls a sleeve of his hoodie up over his right arm and he reveals a long gash that emanates around his elbow and goes half way down to his wrist.~*~*~[/i]
Lance: I have long told the story that that scar came from a hardcore match earlier in my career, but the truth is that one day that latch found it’s way into my arm about half an inch, and rather than realize what he was doing and stop, my father ripped back on his belt and tore my flesh wide open. I believe that was the day that he found out that my mother was pregnant again with my twin brothers. Evidently it was my fault for if I was born a girl, my mother would not have the urge to spawn once again.
Such was my life Joe until I left my parents house as a runaway at the age of fifteen. You see Joe, I knew that if I didn’t get the hell out of that house I would kill the both of them like I killed the family dog. One day when I was home alone with poor Bruno, I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to see what it was like to be on the other end of that belt and I took my dad’s belt to that poor dog. I thought that I would only hit him once Joe, I swear that I only wanted to see what was so special about the wind-up, the only problem was that when I heard that leather connect with Bruno’s head, I liked it, so I kept going. When his blood started to flow and I was covered in his blood Joe, I liked the way that it seemed to warm me all over. It felt good Joe. But still, I did not mean for it to happen. Once I had the exhilaration of that moment, I knew that if I stayed in that house a moment longer that I would do the same to both of my parents. So, I left them a note and an xplanation to what happened to the family dog, and I left. I ran as far away as I could and I ended up far from my family, and Joe, I have never seen them since. I have contact with my brothers because they love me. They searched for me after hearing about me, and they have kept me a secret all of this time. They know that there is no part of me that wants to see my family, and no part of my family that wants to see me.
So, in retrospect I suppose you are right Joe. Both of my parents were hardasses. They both felt better when they were whipping me into shape as they saw fit. They both felt that there was nothing that I could do right and because of that, they did right by themselves by taking all of their anger out on me. You wanted to open this wound Joe, there it is for all to see. My life followed that path for many years before I turned to professional wrestling. In fact, I turned to wrestling as what you would call a spot monkey. I was paid to go from town to town and bleed and make other wrestlers bleed. Much like my parents had found with me, I found an outlet. Only mine was legal. Every time that I destroyed a chair on someone’s brow, every time I grinded a cheese grater into the face of an opponent, every time that I hung a man from the top rope, I felt good Joe. I felt librated. I would look across the ring at my opponent and I would se my parents. I would see those no good sons of a bitches that were lucky enough to say that I was the product of their DNA. It took a long time Joe, a lot of counseling and a lot of work on my part to get past that. It took determination, it took guts and it took perseverance for me to rise up finally one day and realize that there was more to life than sending people to the Emergency Room. From there I made it to where I am today.
~*~*~Lance rises to his feet for a moment and he starts to pace back and forth. Hood still over his face, face still turned to the ground. His voice is now rising with anger and passion, much different than the tone used earlier.~*~*~[/i]
Lance: You want to talk about heartbreak, torment, hatred, destruction, and death Joe? Look no further. I wrote the book on a life full of disgust and regrets. I grew up believing the hype. I believed it every time that I was told that I would end up in prison for murder. I believed it when I was told that I wasn’t good enough. I believed every ****ing word that was uttered towards me by every person that took the time to crush me emotionally, physically or mentally. But if it’s a family life that you want to talk about Joe, I am sorry. You lost me at happy. There is no part of my life from my earliest recollection to the present day that I have felt the love of a parent, that I have been patted on the shoulder for a job well done or that I have felt like I had an ounce of worth in anyone’s mind but my own…in area except for wrestling. I fixed my mindset on my own. I grew into the man that owns this nCw ring. I did this all on my own Joe. I don’t know what celebration is, but what I do know is pain and suffering and what it is like to be alone.
~*~*~In a moment of anger, Lance steps forward and kicks at the fire that he has going. Logs roll off in every direction and fire is everywhere now and the scene has gotten much darker. Lance pulls the hood off his face now and in the dark not much can be made out, but the seriousness of the following words come through loud and clear.~*~*~[/i]
Lance: You asked about family Joe, now you have your answers, but the one thing that you most certainly do not bring up is my wife. What goes on behind the doors of my home is none of your business, and not something that needs to be discussed in any forum except between myself and my wife. It was one thing to bring back memories of what I did to my dog, to remind me what it was like to crush the skulls of other boys in a wrestling ring, that was simply reminding me of my old life…but when you brought up my family. The only family that I have or have ever had, you gave me just cause Joe.
~*~*~Lance walks right up into the camera so that his face can be seen clearly. The lens falls into focus and we can see that lance is seething. He is frothing at the mouth and he is breathing deeply and unevenly.~*~*~[/i]
Lance Ryan: On Sunday night Joe, we have a match that was put together to ensure that you cannot weasel out. On Sunday night we have a match that I planned to be a show stealer. On Sunday night I had vowed to hurt you Joe, but you have indeed crossed a line now from which there is no turning back. You have reminded me what it feels like to hurt and to kill. You have reminded me how much I enjoy the syrupy blood of another man on my hands Joe, the feeling of rubbing that blood on my chest like a trophy…that will be your blood on Sunday. I will take your title, I will take pints of your blood, and if you are really unlucky, I may not be able to stop. I may have to send a letter to your family, much like I had to with Bruno, explaining why it happened. Explaining that it became personal, and unfortunately I did what needed to be done.
Joe, an icon is someone that can up his game at the important times, you would think that you would find that thought threatening enough. Instead, you chose to try to get inside of my head for the upper hand. The problem is that you let me inside of my head. You released something inside of me that was never meant to be unlocked. I used to say that Real Stars Shine in the Dark Joe, however let me take it one step further. Real Stars Survive in the Dark, it is lesser men that find folly and lose their way. You have stumbled into a dark place now Joe, one with no lights and no ways out. You will never see the light again. You will not survive our match on Sunday. Tell your family to prepare their eulogies.
~*~*~FIN~*~*~[/i]
~*~*~A fire is flickering away and the rest of the area around it is filled with darkness. Alone around the fire is a solitary figure that can not be seen because the face is cloaked by a hood. The hood falls down and all that we can see is a mouth and some jaw structure. The individual is cloaked from head to toe in black and is maneuvering their head to change from staring into the fire to staring at the ground. We stare on at the eerie scene for a moment with not a single sound save for the wood crackling from the heat of the fire. Finally the silence is broken by a voice that e recognize as being all to familiar. The voice of course belongs to the icon Lance Ryan, but the face stays hung down, staring at the ground in front of him.~*~*~[/i]
Lance Ryan: Joe. I have given you credit for many things over the years, and especially over the past few weeks, but there is one thing that you have proven in one short stupid move. Joe, you are not an intelligent man. You see Joe, there is a code in the back amongst all of us boys. There are rules that are meant to be followed at all times in respect to the other wrestlers that wrestle for this company, and you have broken one of the cardinal rules. Joe, we don’t talk much about these rules, they are simply there and they are expected to be followed. This week however you decided to break character and focus on my family.
Joe, all that I am going to say to you is that you have made a major, MAJOR mistake. You see, my family life, aside from what you have seen here in nCw is a private matter. I have kept the dark secrets of my past from the light of day for many reasons, most of all because the life that I have lived is one of a man that many would figure cannot be sane any longer. You know about Cassandra, you know about Zell. You even had the chance to meet Jessy and Jamie. Hell, in your misguided meanderings you even managed to overlook the fact that my blood brother, Matthew has been a huge part of my career here in nCw and a huge part of my wrestling life. But, I am not here to nitpick here tonight, I am here to give you what you wanted Joe. I am here to give you a look at the life of a legend before I ascended to greatness.
~*~*~Lance grabs a few more logs and throws them into the fire without moving anything around. Sparks and ashes fly in all directions but Lance doesn’t flinch or move an inch. He continues to hold his spot staring straight down at the ground.~*~*~[/i]
Lance: Joe, I was five years old. Five. That is when I first remember the reactions that I had when I realized that my mother did not want me. My entire life was spent sitting alone in a room because she didn’t want me. She wanted a girl, and was stuck with a five year old piece of **** that was inconsiderate enough to grow a penis in his time in the womb. At five years of age, my father walked into my room and found me with a pair of scissors, prepared to do the unthinkable, I was willing to give my mother the girl that I always wanted. That was what love was to me. At that young age I realized something that I would never recover from. To me, love was defined by what you were willing to give up for someone, I was willing to give up all I had to be a girl for my mother.
Things didn’t stop there Joe. Things did not stop there at all. Throughout my childhood and throughout my teenage years, my mother and father took liberties on me that should never be taken on a child. I was physically beaten on a daily basis. If my father had a bad day at work, he would come home and unleash his belt upon me. Not just my behind like some children, but whatever part of my body happened to get between the metal latch of his belt and the floor.
~*~*~At this point Lance pulls a sleeve of his hoodie up over his right arm and he reveals a long gash that emanates around his elbow and goes half way down to his wrist.~*~*~[/i]
Lance: I have long told the story that that scar came from a hardcore match earlier in my career, but the truth is that one day that latch found it’s way into my arm about half an inch, and rather than realize what he was doing and stop, my father ripped back on his belt and tore my flesh wide open. I believe that was the day that he found out that my mother was pregnant again with my twin brothers. Evidently it was my fault for if I was born a girl, my mother would not have the urge to spawn once again.
Such was my life Joe until I left my parents house as a runaway at the age of fifteen. You see Joe, I knew that if I didn’t get the hell out of that house I would kill the both of them like I killed the family dog. One day when I was home alone with poor Bruno, I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to see what it was like to be on the other end of that belt and I took my dad’s belt to that poor dog. I thought that I would only hit him once Joe, I swear that I only wanted to see what was so special about the wind-up, the only problem was that when I heard that leather connect with Bruno’s head, I liked it, so I kept going. When his blood started to flow and I was covered in his blood Joe, I liked the way that it seemed to warm me all over. It felt good Joe. But still, I did not mean for it to happen. Once I had the exhilaration of that moment, I knew that if I stayed in that house a moment longer that I would do the same to both of my parents. So, I left them a note and an xplanation to what happened to the family dog, and I left. I ran as far away as I could and I ended up far from my family, and Joe, I have never seen them since. I have contact with my brothers because they love me. They searched for me after hearing about me, and they have kept me a secret all of this time. They know that there is no part of me that wants to see my family, and no part of my family that wants to see me.
So, in retrospect I suppose you are right Joe. Both of my parents were hardasses. They both felt better when they were whipping me into shape as they saw fit. They both felt that there was nothing that I could do right and because of that, they did right by themselves by taking all of their anger out on me. You wanted to open this wound Joe, there it is for all to see. My life followed that path for many years before I turned to professional wrestling. In fact, I turned to wrestling as what you would call a spot monkey. I was paid to go from town to town and bleed and make other wrestlers bleed. Much like my parents had found with me, I found an outlet. Only mine was legal. Every time that I destroyed a chair on someone’s brow, every time I grinded a cheese grater into the face of an opponent, every time that I hung a man from the top rope, I felt good Joe. I felt librated. I would look across the ring at my opponent and I would se my parents. I would see those no good sons of a bitches that were lucky enough to say that I was the product of their DNA. It took a long time Joe, a lot of counseling and a lot of work on my part to get past that. It took determination, it took guts and it took perseverance for me to rise up finally one day and realize that there was more to life than sending people to the Emergency Room. From there I made it to where I am today.
~*~*~Lance rises to his feet for a moment and he starts to pace back and forth. Hood still over his face, face still turned to the ground. His voice is now rising with anger and passion, much different than the tone used earlier.~*~*~[/i]
Lance: You want to talk about heartbreak, torment, hatred, destruction, and death Joe? Look no further. I wrote the book on a life full of disgust and regrets. I grew up believing the hype. I believed it every time that I was told that I would end up in prison for murder. I believed it when I was told that I wasn’t good enough. I believed every ****ing word that was uttered towards me by every person that took the time to crush me emotionally, physically or mentally. But if it’s a family life that you want to talk about Joe, I am sorry. You lost me at happy. There is no part of my life from my earliest recollection to the present day that I have felt the love of a parent, that I have been patted on the shoulder for a job well done or that I have felt like I had an ounce of worth in anyone’s mind but my own…in area except for wrestling. I fixed my mindset on my own. I grew into the man that owns this nCw ring. I did this all on my own Joe. I don’t know what celebration is, but what I do know is pain and suffering and what it is like to be alone.
~*~*~In a moment of anger, Lance steps forward and kicks at the fire that he has going. Logs roll off in every direction and fire is everywhere now and the scene has gotten much darker. Lance pulls the hood off his face now and in the dark not much can be made out, but the seriousness of the following words come through loud and clear.~*~*~[/i]
Lance: You asked about family Joe, now you have your answers, but the one thing that you most certainly do not bring up is my wife. What goes on behind the doors of my home is none of your business, and not something that needs to be discussed in any forum except between myself and my wife. It was one thing to bring back memories of what I did to my dog, to remind me what it was like to crush the skulls of other boys in a wrestling ring, that was simply reminding me of my old life…but when you brought up my family. The only family that I have or have ever had, you gave me just cause Joe.
~*~*~Lance walks right up into the camera so that his face can be seen clearly. The lens falls into focus and we can see that lance is seething. He is frothing at the mouth and he is breathing deeply and unevenly.~*~*~[/i]
Lance Ryan: On Sunday night Joe, we have a match that was put together to ensure that you cannot weasel out. On Sunday night we have a match that I planned to be a show stealer. On Sunday night I had vowed to hurt you Joe, but you have indeed crossed a line now from which there is no turning back. You have reminded me what it feels like to hurt and to kill. You have reminded me how much I enjoy the syrupy blood of another man on my hands Joe, the feeling of rubbing that blood on my chest like a trophy…that will be your blood on Sunday. I will take your title, I will take pints of your blood, and if you are really unlucky, I may not be able to stop. I may have to send a letter to your family, much like I had to with Bruno, explaining why it happened. Explaining that it became personal, and unfortunately I did what needed to be done.
Joe, an icon is someone that can up his game at the important times, you would think that you would find that thought threatening enough. Instead, you chose to try to get inside of my head for the upper hand. The problem is that you let me inside of my head. You released something inside of me that was never meant to be unlocked. I used to say that Real Stars Shine in the Dark Joe, however let me take it one step further. Real Stars Survive in the Dark, it is lesser men that find folly and lose their way. You have stumbled into a dark place now Joe, one with no lights and no ways out. You will never see the light again. You will not survive our match on Sunday. Tell your family to prepare their eulogies.
~*~*~FIN~*~*~[/i]
