Post by Lance "The Icon" Ryan on Nov 22, 2009 0:32:32 GMT -6
~*~*~A side of Lance Ryan has been revealed to the world that has never been seen before by anyone. Really and truly the credit does indeed go to Joe Everyman for unleashing the truth, the inner workings of a soul of a man that many have called legend. Joe seems to think that this release will be the thing that leads to Lance’s downfall. Joe believes that by releasing the truth, he has gotten inside of Lance Ryan’s head. Joe believes that he has done the un-thinkable; he has beaten Lance Ryan at the eternal game of chess. Lance has always been the master of the mind games and manipulation, but by releasing the truth has Joe really won any battles at all? Or has he really and truly unleashed a kind of hell that he cannot hope to handle, control or see coming? Time is ticking down, we will all find out together what Joe has done when the bell officially rings for the best of three falls match on Sunday Night.~*~*~
~*~*~Lance Ryan is sitting alone in a hotel room. An unusual fact for the legend as he is usually flanked by family, his bodyguard or someone. Lance is rarely seen alone before a show and this time he is surrounded by silence and emptiness. He is dressed in a pair of black jogging pants and a white t-shirt that is covered with his own sweat. He is sitting on a couch and watching video of the last match that he had with Joe Everyman, the match where Joe claims that he made a statement by breaking every rule in the book, a match that he won in the most disgraceful of fashions, disqualification.~*~*~[/i]
Lance Ryan: Joe, I know what you are thinking. You are content with the fact that I am all alone, happiness abounds for you when you see that Cassandra is not here, when you see that Zell is not here, when you see that Allan is not here. No doubt you feel that you have thrown me over the deep end and caused me to reach a place that is detrimental for me. Truly I will agree that you succeeded in causing blood to seep from some old wounds, but I honestly do not believe that you are aware of what this means. By opening old wounds, the ones that you chose to uncover at least, you have caused nothing but more hatred to flow from my lips, from my mind and eventually from my physical actions come Sunday. You have gone from a man that I hated to a man that I despise and a man that I plan to destroy tomorrow night. I sit alone in my room because I am going over every possible scenario, I am going over every possible match type, I am going over every possible action that I will be able to do to you in our match. Joe, you have not caused me to lose a step, in fact, you have caused me to up my game even more. This is no longer about titles and prestige. The fact is that the National Title is indeed small potatoes to me, it always has been. This match is about giving you what you have deserved for years now. The beating of a lifetime.
You have been talking a lot about the old days Joe. About how we used to be best buddies. Going out for beer, going out to talk, sharing our lives with one another. You make it sound like we were heterosexual life-mates, but ask yourself something, if I cared about you as much as you think I did, don’t you think that you would know more about me than the fans? Don’t you think that you would know of my childhood by now? Don’t you think that I would have shared at least one part of my lifetime with you when we were hanging out? Or do you not understand friendship at all? I could understand that, you have never had many friends. Part of the reason for that is that you are always incessantly prattling on about yourself. Talking about your big wins, talking about your big losses, talking about you, you and more about you. Nobody likes to hear about you Joe. The reason that you have so much heat in the back is that you are whiner. You are one of those people that cannot listen to people talk about themselves because other lives do not interest you. You are always wondering why people say what they say to you, why they do what they do to you, and yet you couldn’t give to ****s about the reasons or the people that share them with you. The reason that you do not know much about me is because I could never get a word in edgewise, I always had to listen to whatever problems you had going on from one week to the next. A friendship is symbiotic; a friendship with you is parasitic.
You think I am wrong Joe? What benefit was there for me to be your friend? Once again you are rambling about how I ruined you. How when I turned my back on you I caused your demise. Instead of dwelling on all of the horrible things that I did to you by giving up on you, ask yourself what reason I had to remain friends with you…there were none. You want to know something about being a man’s friend? Ask Brad Kane. That is a true friend. You want to know something about caring about other people? Ask Davey Ortega. Those are my true friends Joe, they always have been and they always will be. In this business there are only two types of people that will get close to you. There are those that give you respect and earn respect back, they do so because they care about one another and are there to uplift. Then there are those that latch on like a leech and suck the life out of everything around them. They get a name off of other people; they look like a big deal because they are seen in public with the “big names”... You are the latter Joe, definitely not the former. There is not one person in this company that will claim to be your friend because there is not one person that could possibly get anything positive out of being around you for more than fifteen minutes. Those fifteen minutes is granted only because most people that step foot in the ring with you spend that much time earning a victory. So, in that sense, they do earn something off of being around you.
~*~*~Lance reaches into his pocket and pulls out a bag. Inside the bag is white powder. He opens the bag and puts a line on the table, clearly cocaine.~*~*~[/i]
Lance: Here is something else that you don’t know about me Joe, seeing as you have taken such a fancy to my lifestyles and my choices over the years. You want to know about me? Here is something else that is not common knowledge. Joe, for a large part of my life I was a coke head. I did lines of coke in the morning, I did lines of coke for dinner and I did lines of coke before bed. The only thing that got m through each and every day was the high that got off of doing that coke. I did it socially, I did it on my own, I did it as often as I could and I took as much as I could. You see Joe, when you have the life that I had for the first twenty years of mine, you learn that reality s not a fun place to be, and so, you dis-associate yourself from it. I guess you would understand that, from what I can see you are living that now. You are unaware of what is really going on, you have your own perceptions that you take as fact, and honestly they could not be any further from the truth.
One of those perceptions is that you have me right where you want me. You know your history, I will give you that. There are not a lot of wrestlers that have come back for round two or round three with me. You are a member of an elite class there, but the fact that you believe that you have won some battle of wits proves that once again you have not done your homework. Find some old tapes of what I used to do with other kids when I started in this business. Look up on youtube the match between myself and Michael Lane. Michael ended up in a coma and was never able to reproduce because of the baseball bat shots that he took to his groin. See, the Lance Ryan that has existed before in nCw has always been controlled, and even tempered. I was always aware of what I was doing and aware of what I was capable of. It has been years since I had an episode. That Lance Ryan was scary enough to most intelligent men that compete in this sport for a living. Those smart men are now standing on the sidelines, shaking their heads and wondering what you are thinking. Rather than face a cold, calculated and controlled Lance Ryan on Sunday you have chosen to take a road that has not been traveled since I was on the indie scene. You chose to make me snap. You chose to break loose the uncontrollable, reckless and determined side of Lance Ryan that will hurt, maim and is capable of killing you. It would be reckless enough on your part to do this in a normal match, but tomorrow we could be in a cage, a cell, a ladder match, a table match, a hardcore match, you name it, we can be in it. There will be weapons everywhere. There will be chances to make you bleed around every corner, and there will be opportunities for me to end your life more than once in this match.
You may have gotten inside of this old head of mine Joe, but what you have let lose is a Pandora’s box of epic proportions. The evil that you have released has been stagnant and building now for a decade. Are you sure that you are ready for this to be unleashed? Are you sure you wouldn’t rather simply hand the title over and live to see your beloved family once more? That would be the smart choice at this rate Joe. Do what you are good at, QUIT.
You blame me for ruining your career when it was on the upswing? I have two schools of thought on the subject. The first is that you have always done a good enough job ruining yourself to need any help. The second is that if that is really true, what they say is true, history does repeat itself. Lance Ryan will once again bring an end to the upstroke of your career. I will make sure that the ladder is pulled out from under you, I will make sure that you cannot walk on those two legs every again. I will hurt you in ways that you have never imagined Joe. Back then, it was business. Tomorrow, it has become personal.
At the end of the day a fluke win, and a dastardly loss prove only one thing. That one thing will be shown again, once and for all on Sunday. Joe, I am better than you were, I am better than you are and I am better than you will ever be. Go ahead and show me the ghosts of Christmas future. You will be sitting in a wheelchair by Thanksgiving dinner.
~*~*~Lance gets up and dumps the white powder back into the bag. He then walks into the bathroom of the hotel room.~*~*~[/i]
Lance: I considered using tonight for old time’s sake. I loved the sight of blood while on a coke high, but I realized something. I am past the days of drug use. I don’t need to separate myself from reality. In our match the reality is truly going to be amazing. As I watch your hair get stained with blood. As I drag your bloody body all over that god forsaken arena. As I taste your blood that is on my hands, I will enjoy that. THAT is my drug of choice this weekend Joe. I did it with the dog, I did it in the past, but I will truly become my father this weekend when I get to beat the living **** out of you. I will leave you a broken, bloodied and regretful pile in the ring. I will take your pride, I will take your title and I will show you that there truly is no one upping the icon of this industry. I may be older, I may be more complex, but I will also always be better.
~*~*~Lance dumps the coke into the toilet and flushes it down the toilet. With that the scene comes to an end.~*~*~[/i]
~*~*~Lance Ryan is sitting alone in a hotel room. An unusual fact for the legend as he is usually flanked by family, his bodyguard or someone. Lance is rarely seen alone before a show and this time he is surrounded by silence and emptiness. He is dressed in a pair of black jogging pants and a white t-shirt that is covered with his own sweat. He is sitting on a couch and watching video of the last match that he had with Joe Everyman, the match where Joe claims that he made a statement by breaking every rule in the book, a match that he won in the most disgraceful of fashions, disqualification.~*~*~[/i]
Lance Ryan: Joe, I know what you are thinking. You are content with the fact that I am all alone, happiness abounds for you when you see that Cassandra is not here, when you see that Zell is not here, when you see that Allan is not here. No doubt you feel that you have thrown me over the deep end and caused me to reach a place that is detrimental for me. Truly I will agree that you succeeded in causing blood to seep from some old wounds, but I honestly do not believe that you are aware of what this means. By opening old wounds, the ones that you chose to uncover at least, you have caused nothing but more hatred to flow from my lips, from my mind and eventually from my physical actions come Sunday. You have gone from a man that I hated to a man that I despise and a man that I plan to destroy tomorrow night. I sit alone in my room because I am going over every possible scenario, I am going over every possible match type, I am going over every possible action that I will be able to do to you in our match. Joe, you have not caused me to lose a step, in fact, you have caused me to up my game even more. This is no longer about titles and prestige. The fact is that the National Title is indeed small potatoes to me, it always has been. This match is about giving you what you have deserved for years now. The beating of a lifetime.
You have been talking a lot about the old days Joe. About how we used to be best buddies. Going out for beer, going out to talk, sharing our lives with one another. You make it sound like we were heterosexual life-mates, but ask yourself something, if I cared about you as much as you think I did, don’t you think that you would know more about me than the fans? Don’t you think that you would know of my childhood by now? Don’t you think that I would have shared at least one part of my lifetime with you when we were hanging out? Or do you not understand friendship at all? I could understand that, you have never had many friends. Part of the reason for that is that you are always incessantly prattling on about yourself. Talking about your big wins, talking about your big losses, talking about you, you and more about you. Nobody likes to hear about you Joe. The reason that you have so much heat in the back is that you are whiner. You are one of those people that cannot listen to people talk about themselves because other lives do not interest you. You are always wondering why people say what they say to you, why they do what they do to you, and yet you couldn’t give to ****s about the reasons or the people that share them with you. The reason that you do not know much about me is because I could never get a word in edgewise, I always had to listen to whatever problems you had going on from one week to the next. A friendship is symbiotic; a friendship with you is parasitic.
You think I am wrong Joe? What benefit was there for me to be your friend? Once again you are rambling about how I ruined you. How when I turned my back on you I caused your demise. Instead of dwelling on all of the horrible things that I did to you by giving up on you, ask yourself what reason I had to remain friends with you…there were none. You want to know something about being a man’s friend? Ask Brad Kane. That is a true friend. You want to know something about caring about other people? Ask Davey Ortega. Those are my true friends Joe, they always have been and they always will be. In this business there are only two types of people that will get close to you. There are those that give you respect and earn respect back, they do so because they care about one another and are there to uplift. Then there are those that latch on like a leech and suck the life out of everything around them. They get a name off of other people; they look like a big deal because they are seen in public with the “big names”... You are the latter Joe, definitely not the former. There is not one person in this company that will claim to be your friend because there is not one person that could possibly get anything positive out of being around you for more than fifteen minutes. Those fifteen minutes is granted only because most people that step foot in the ring with you spend that much time earning a victory. So, in that sense, they do earn something off of being around you.
~*~*~Lance reaches into his pocket and pulls out a bag. Inside the bag is white powder. He opens the bag and puts a line on the table, clearly cocaine.~*~*~[/i]
Lance: Here is something else that you don’t know about me Joe, seeing as you have taken such a fancy to my lifestyles and my choices over the years. You want to know about me? Here is something else that is not common knowledge. Joe, for a large part of my life I was a coke head. I did lines of coke in the morning, I did lines of coke for dinner and I did lines of coke before bed. The only thing that got m through each and every day was the high that got off of doing that coke. I did it socially, I did it on my own, I did it as often as I could and I took as much as I could. You see Joe, when you have the life that I had for the first twenty years of mine, you learn that reality s not a fun place to be, and so, you dis-associate yourself from it. I guess you would understand that, from what I can see you are living that now. You are unaware of what is really going on, you have your own perceptions that you take as fact, and honestly they could not be any further from the truth.
One of those perceptions is that you have me right where you want me. You know your history, I will give you that. There are not a lot of wrestlers that have come back for round two or round three with me. You are a member of an elite class there, but the fact that you believe that you have won some battle of wits proves that once again you have not done your homework. Find some old tapes of what I used to do with other kids when I started in this business. Look up on youtube the match between myself and Michael Lane. Michael ended up in a coma and was never able to reproduce because of the baseball bat shots that he took to his groin. See, the Lance Ryan that has existed before in nCw has always been controlled, and even tempered. I was always aware of what I was doing and aware of what I was capable of. It has been years since I had an episode. That Lance Ryan was scary enough to most intelligent men that compete in this sport for a living. Those smart men are now standing on the sidelines, shaking their heads and wondering what you are thinking. Rather than face a cold, calculated and controlled Lance Ryan on Sunday you have chosen to take a road that has not been traveled since I was on the indie scene. You chose to make me snap. You chose to break loose the uncontrollable, reckless and determined side of Lance Ryan that will hurt, maim and is capable of killing you. It would be reckless enough on your part to do this in a normal match, but tomorrow we could be in a cage, a cell, a ladder match, a table match, a hardcore match, you name it, we can be in it. There will be weapons everywhere. There will be chances to make you bleed around every corner, and there will be opportunities for me to end your life more than once in this match.
You may have gotten inside of this old head of mine Joe, but what you have let lose is a Pandora’s box of epic proportions. The evil that you have released has been stagnant and building now for a decade. Are you sure that you are ready for this to be unleashed? Are you sure you wouldn’t rather simply hand the title over and live to see your beloved family once more? That would be the smart choice at this rate Joe. Do what you are good at, QUIT.
You blame me for ruining your career when it was on the upswing? I have two schools of thought on the subject. The first is that you have always done a good enough job ruining yourself to need any help. The second is that if that is really true, what they say is true, history does repeat itself. Lance Ryan will once again bring an end to the upstroke of your career. I will make sure that the ladder is pulled out from under you, I will make sure that you cannot walk on those two legs every again. I will hurt you in ways that you have never imagined Joe. Back then, it was business. Tomorrow, it has become personal.
At the end of the day a fluke win, and a dastardly loss prove only one thing. That one thing will be shown again, once and for all on Sunday. Joe, I am better than you were, I am better than you are and I am better than you will ever be. Go ahead and show me the ghosts of Christmas future. You will be sitting in a wheelchair by Thanksgiving dinner.
~*~*~Lance gets up and dumps the white powder back into the bag. He then walks into the bathroom of the hotel room.~*~*~[/i]
Lance: I considered using tonight for old time’s sake. I loved the sight of blood while on a coke high, but I realized something. I am past the days of drug use. I don’t need to separate myself from reality. In our match the reality is truly going to be amazing. As I watch your hair get stained with blood. As I drag your bloody body all over that god forsaken arena. As I taste your blood that is on my hands, I will enjoy that. THAT is my drug of choice this weekend Joe. I did it with the dog, I did it in the past, but I will truly become my father this weekend when I get to beat the living **** out of you. I will leave you a broken, bloodied and regretful pile in the ring. I will take your pride, I will take your title and I will show you that there truly is no one upping the icon of this industry. I may be older, I may be more complex, but I will also always be better.
~*~*~Lance dumps the coke into the toilet and flushes it down the toilet. With that the scene comes to an end.~*~*~[/i]
