Post by Lance "The Icon" Ryan on Jul 5, 2010 18:52:47 GMT -6
~*~*~Parallels are a funny thing. You find them in life, you find them in wrestling. As we all grow up as children and as we go through life, we often wonder if there is someone else that is doing the same things as we are, we wonder if there are people that look like us and most of all we wonder if there is a connection that we may have with someone that we have never met.~*~*~[/i]
Lance Ryan: For every super villain, there is a super-hero. It is all about yin and yang in this world. Balance. I have never before seen this as clearly as I do now. I have lived my life to entertain, to enthrall and most of all I have lived it by being the best man that I could be. I once had it all. I once had everything that a man could ever ask for, and then as suddenly as it all came together, it was all driven apart by a man that was as ****ed up as I am honorable. Stefan, you haven’t the faintest idea what you have done by taking everything away from me. You may have pulled the wool over everyone else’s eyes, but you have not pulled the wool down over me. I will not rest until I uncover exactly who you are and what you are about. I will show the world that you are not a figment of my imagination, but rather that you are the biggest piece of scum that has ever set foot in the ncw’s stratosphere. When I left you laying in that hotel room a couple of week’s ago, it was just the beginning. I have grasped the thread now Stefan, what are you going to do when it all comes apart at the seams? I reckon that you will show the world just how much of a waste you truly are. Real stars shine in the dark Stefan, but when the lights come on, I will prove that you are a fraud and I will get it all back.
~*~*~Lance Ryan is shown walking down a street in blue jeans as well as a red plaid button up shirt that is half buttoned up. He is staring at the ground as he walks. Deep in thought.~*~*~[/i]
Walking down the street is something that I used to do for peace when I was the world renowned star, Lance Ryan. People would scurry up to me if I was out in public, cameras would track me everywhere I went…now I simply walk because I enjoy the air. Nobody is looking for me these days, nobody is seeking me out to ask what is going on in my life. There are to reasons for that, the first is that truly there just isn’t any need for them to do so, after all, as far as they are concerned, I have returned to nCw as a bad boy that lost everything. The second reason is because they refuse to accept the truth. They refuse to realize that I have been set up, taken advantage of, lied to and lied about by the worst kind of person. It is while I try and figure out how to deal with these things that I take these walks. I have nobody left to turn to, nobody left to talk to…I am alone to figure all of this out once and for all.~*~*~
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~*~*~Stefan Rzany walks up to his modest apartment building and the cameras follow him to his apartment. As he walks up to open the door, he notices a small folded piece of paper tucked under his door. He opens the door and quickly opens up the piece of paper, reading it to himself. His eyes seem to have a quick bout of anger cross over them but he says nothing and he tosses the piece of paper down on the table as he drops his wrestling bag down and opens the fridge to grab a beer. As he opens it he flashes his pearly whites and then sits down in one of the tables that are set around a dining table.~*~*~[/i]
Stefan Rzany: It is interesting. After all of the talk that I have heard of disrespect in this industry, I finally experienced it. See, the officials in this company booked me steadily, I mailed in my performances, and I ended up being left off of nCw television last week. A week after I laid out one of their coveted champions, the management decided that it was time to give me some time off, after all, if they didn’t, perhaps the fans would start to care about me…and let’s face it. I am not very marketable.
Ever since I arrived back here in nCw people have referred to me as Lance Ryan, they have tried to place me in the spot that used to be held by the so called legend himself, but all for naught. I showed them that I am not that man. I am here to fight, to hurt and not to take over where Lance left off.
~*~*~Stefan looks over at the note on his table and changes his tone.~*~*~[/i]
I know that I have led many of you astray. I have at times claimed to be Lance and at others I have claimed to not be your icon. See, the truth is that until now I was not ready to embrace the fact that I have a history in this business, and you were not ready to accept that because of the changes that I have taken in this life, I cannot ever again be your beloved icon. When I left Cassandra lying with a black eye after we had a fight I knew that I had changed…when I was able to leave Zell behind without a care or a blink from my eyes…I knew that I had changed. See, I am not the beloved family man that you all came to love. I am not the man that I pretended to be…no, in fact I am still the boy that I was when my family turned their back on me when I was a child. I am an unforgiving, horrendous excuse for a human being, and I am here in the ring to destroy the hopes and dreams of everyone that you fickle wrestling fans choose to support. Lance Ryan is no more because he was the simple creation of the wrestling world. When I first broke into this industry I was very similar to the man that stands before you in Stefan Ryan. That is who I am, that is who I was meant to be. But every wrestling company that I went to formed me into a man that they needed. They gave me a role to play and I started to live that role. When I came here they asked me to become the face of the company. They needed me to rise up to levels that I had never truly achieved and I did everything that they told me to do. They told me to find a woman, I did. They told me to have a child. I did. They told me what to name my child, I obeyed…and then when they found their new flavor of the week, they cast me aside….and the real man shone through. I hit my wife, I ditched my family…I am all alone. Alone, the way that my parents meant me to be and the way that I was always meant to be.
That brings me to this coming week. Picture Perfect is gearing up to be one hell of a card, and low and behold, I was nearly left off again. I walked out and I said that I wanted to be the Xtreme Champion. I defeated the Xtreme Champion….suddenly that belt is no more and at the last minute I am thrown into a match for a shot at the Honor Title. A joke. I live to hurt…could they book me in a match that is more of an uphill battle? Better yet, there are guys in the back, Mr. Champion himself Brad Kane being one of them, that are summing this match as an epic battle between two of the greatest Canadians of all time. The word great and Lance Ryan or Stefan Rzany do not belong in the same sentence together. Neither entity is a great man, in fact much the opposite, I am and always have been the worst kind of fake. I have always hidden behind masks…sounds familiar doesn’t it?
When a friend is hiding their true feelings, we tend to tell them to stop lying and stop wearing a mask. Seems very similar to the career of Evan Andrews. He walked away from the ring and then came back, sans mask, and he wants everyone to believe that he is similar to the man that eh once was. I am no psychoanalyst Evan, but a man that comes back to the ring without the piece of clothing that he hid behind for years has something that he is ashamed of. I don’t know if you are ashamed, like I was, of the corporate image that you took on to fill a niche or if you are ashamed of the things that Evan Andrews has committed and completed outside of the ring. But I would wager to bet that there is some kind of regret in your past.
I have taken the time to profile you Evan, I see that you are very fond of your friends and family as well, and I see that you are on a crusade to help Brad Kane against the plethora of people that want to take him out. Well, perhaps you know of me then Evan. For years Bradley has called me his brother. I tried to massage his ego, I tried to watch his back and I tried to keep him from his mental breakdowns and whining fits….finally, I had enough. Brad Kane is a waste of time that was finally handed a token title because it was the only way that anyone figured that he would finally shut his mouth and stop being such a bitch. Now however, he is still bitching because he has what he has always wanted, and he can’t handle the fact that he has a HUGE target on his back. Brad Kane is the worst kind of human being Evan, he will suck you in, he will exhaust you and then he will whine that you haven’t helped him at all…much like he did last week. Take it from me Evan, if you want to value friendship and look up to friends, stay away from men like Brad Kane.
As far as we go, I will admit to being proud to step into the ring with another Canuck, but let’s be honest here, neither one of us really wears those colors with pride. In a world where people are always complaining about outsourcing, we have become who we are in spite of being Canadian, not because we are. Neither one of us truly represents that crystal clear, honest and smart mentality that is associated with most Canadians. You are more of a mystery perhaps than I am. You think that the fans that cheer for you care if you are Terminus or if you are Evan? They don’t care who you are. They are fickle, that is why they cheered me on for so many years as Lance Ryan. They bought the hype. Just like they do with Brad. Who could really get behind a man that is as disgusting as he is disgraceful. He swings, he takes in other wrestlers so they can **** his wife…he is a disgusting human being and he represents so much bad in society even though he claims to walk that straight edge.
You are no stranger to this business Evan, perhaps though your mental faculties went with the mask. When you walk into a war you need to pick your sides wisely. There will be only one winning side and one losing side, and trust me, Brad will not be on the winning side. He historically never is. He will cave, quit or walk away.
But none of that is my worry. I could care less if Brad, Evan or both of you fly by the wayside. All I care about is this one match. I have you in the ring this weekend and I will make sure that I take care of business. I can only hope that you are able to focus on the task at hand Evan, ask Brad about me. You have a wealth of experience at your right hand in him, he knows me all too well. Perhaps not as Stefan, but he knows ME well. After his outburst on you this past week over the fact that you didn’t come out and help him, perhaps now you can test his loyalty towards YOU. Bradley likely holds the keys to victory over me, see if he will give them to you. I know at the end of the day he still likes to call me his brother. He believes that I have something wrong with me and that I will come around…so ask him…who will he support at Picture Perfect? Will he support his brother or a man that said he had Brad’s back and then failed him?
Lance Ryan: For every super villain, there is a super-hero. It is all about yin and yang in this world. Balance. I have never before seen this as clearly as I do now. I have lived my life to entertain, to enthrall and most of all I have lived it by being the best man that I could be. I once had it all. I once had everything that a man could ever ask for, and then as suddenly as it all came together, it was all driven apart by a man that was as ****ed up as I am honorable. Stefan, you haven’t the faintest idea what you have done by taking everything away from me. You may have pulled the wool over everyone else’s eyes, but you have not pulled the wool down over me. I will not rest until I uncover exactly who you are and what you are about. I will show the world that you are not a figment of my imagination, but rather that you are the biggest piece of scum that has ever set foot in the ncw’s stratosphere. When I left you laying in that hotel room a couple of week’s ago, it was just the beginning. I have grasped the thread now Stefan, what are you going to do when it all comes apart at the seams? I reckon that you will show the world just how much of a waste you truly are. Real stars shine in the dark Stefan, but when the lights come on, I will prove that you are a fraud and I will get it all back.
~*~*~Lance Ryan is shown walking down a street in blue jeans as well as a red plaid button up shirt that is half buttoned up. He is staring at the ground as he walks. Deep in thought.~*~*~[/i]
Walking down the street is something that I used to do for peace when I was the world renowned star, Lance Ryan. People would scurry up to me if I was out in public, cameras would track me everywhere I went…now I simply walk because I enjoy the air. Nobody is looking for me these days, nobody is seeking me out to ask what is going on in my life. There are to reasons for that, the first is that truly there just isn’t any need for them to do so, after all, as far as they are concerned, I have returned to nCw as a bad boy that lost everything. The second reason is because they refuse to accept the truth. They refuse to realize that I have been set up, taken advantage of, lied to and lied about by the worst kind of person. It is while I try and figure out how to deal with these things that I take these walks. I have nobody left to turn to, nobody left to talk to…I am alone to figure all of this out once and for all.~*~*~
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~*~*~Stefan Rzany walks up to his modest apartment building and the cameras follow him to his apartment. As he walks up to open the door, he notices a small folded piece of paper tucked under his door. He opens the door and quickly opens up the piece of paper, reading it to himself. His eyes seem to have a quick bout of anger cross over them but he says nothing and he tosses the piece of paper down on the table as he drops his wrestling bag down and opens the fridge to grab a beer. As he opens it he flashes his pearly whites and then sits down in one of the tables that are set around a dining table.~*~*~[/i]
Stefan Rzany: It is interesting. After all of the talk that I have heard of disrespect in this industry, I finally experienced it. See, the officials in this company booked me steadily, I mailed in my performances, and I ended up being left off of nCw television last week. A week after I laid out one of their coveted champions, the management decided that it was time to give me some time off, after all, if they didn’t, perhaps the fans would start to care about me…and let’s face it. I am not very marketable.
Ever since I arrived back here in nCw people have referred to me as Lance Ryan, they have tried to place me in the spot that used to be held by the so called legend himself, but all for naught. I showed them that I am not that man. I am here to fight, to hurt and not to take over where Lance left off.
~*~*~Stefan looks over at the note on his table and changes his tone.~*~*~[/i]
I know that I have led many of you astray. I have at times claimed to be Lance and at others I have claimed to not be your icon. See, the truth is that until now I was not ready to embrace the fact that I have a history in this business, and you were not ready to accept that because of the changes that I have taken in this life, I cannot ever again be your beloved icon. When I left Cassandra lying with a black eye after we had a fight I knew that I had changed…when I was able to leave Zell behind without a care or a blink from my eyes…I knew that I had changed. See, I am not the beloved family man that you all came to love. I am not the man that I pretended to be…no, in fact I am still the boy that I was when my family turned their back on me when I was a child. I am an unforgiving, horrendous excuse for a human being, and I am here in the ring to destroy the hopes and dreams of everyone that you fickle wrestling fans choose to support. Lance Ryan is no more because he was the simple creation of the wrestling world. When I first broke into this industry I was very similar to the man that stands before you in Stefan Ryan. That is who I am, that is who I was meant to be. But every wrestling company that I went to formed me into a man that they needed. They gave me a role to play and I started to live that role. When I came here they asked me to become the face of the company. They needed me to rise up to levels that I had never truly achieved and I did everything that they told me to do. They told me to find a woman, I did. They told me to have a child. I did. They told me what to name my child, I obeyed…and then when they found their new flavor of the week, they cast me aside….and the real man shone through. I hit my wife, I ditched my family…I am all alone. Alone, the way that my parents meant me to be and the way that I was always meant to be.
That brings me to this coming week. Picture Perfect is gearing up to be one hell of a card, and low and behold, I was nearly left off again. I walked out and I said that I wanted to be the Xtreme Champion. I defeated the Xtreme Champion….suddenly that belt is no more and at the last minute I am thrown into a match for a shot at the Honor Title. A joke. I live to hurt…could they book me in a match that is more of an uphill battle? Better yet, there are guys in the back, Mr. Champion himself Brad Kane being one of them, that are summing this match as an epic battle between two of the greatest Canadians of all time. The word great and Lance Ryan or Stefan Rzany do not belong in the same sentence together. Neither entity is a great man, in fact much the opposite, I am and always have been the worst kind of fake. I have always hidden behind masks…sounds familiar doesn’t it?
When a friend is hiding their true feelings, we tend to tell them to stop lying and stop wearing a mask. Seems very similar to the career of Evan Andrews. He walked away from the ring and then came back, sans mask, and he wants everyone to believe that he is similar to the man that eh once was. I am no psychoanalyst Evan, but a man that comes back to the ring without the piece of clothing that he hid behind for years has something that he is ashamed of. I don’t know if you are ashamed, like I was, of the corporate image that you took on to fill a niche or if you are ashamed of the things that Evan Andrews has committed and completed outside of the ring. But I would wager to bet that there is some kind of regret in your past.
I have taken the time to profile you Evan, I see that you are very fond of your friends and family as well, and I see that you are on a crusade to help Brad Kane against the plethora of people that want to take him out. Well, perhaps you know of me then Evan. For years Bradley has called me his brother. I tried to massage his ego, I tried to watch his back and I tried to keep him from his mental breakdowns and whining fits….finally, I had enough. Brad Kane is a waste of time that was finally handed a token title because it was the only way that anyone figured that he would finally shut his mouth and stop being such a bitch. Now however, he is still bitching because he has what he has always wanted, and he can’t handle the fact that he has a HUGE target on his back. Brad Kane is the worst kind of human being Evan, he will suck you in, he will exhaust you and then he will whine that you haven’t helped him at all…much like he did last week. Take it from me Evan, if you want to value friendship and look up to friends, stay away from men like Brad Kane.
As far as we go, I will admit to being proud to step into the ring with another Canuck, but let’s be honest here, neither one of us really wears those colors with pride. In a world where people are always complaining about outsourcing, we have become who we are in spite of being Canadian, not because we are. Neither one of us truly represents that crystal clear, honest and smart mentality that is associated with most Canadians. You are more of a mystery perhaps than I am. You think that the fans that cheer for you care if you are Terminus or if you are Evan? They don’t care who you are. They are fickle, that is why they cheered me on for so many years as Lance Ryan. They bought the hype. Just like they do with Brad. Who could really get behind a man that is as disgusting as he is disgraceful. He swings, he takes in other wrestlers so they can **** his wife…he is a disgusting human being and he represents so much bad in society even though he claims to walk that straight edge.
You are no stranger to this business Evan, perhaps though your mental faculties went with the mask. When you walk into a war you need to pick your sides wisely. There will be only one winning side and one losing side, and trust me, Brad will not be on the winning side. He historically never is. He will cave, quit or walk away.
But none of that is my worry. I could care less if Brad, Evan or both of you fly by the wayside. All I care about is this one match. I have you in the ring this weekend and I will make sure that I take care of business. I can only hope that you are able to focus on the task at hand Evan, ask Brad about me. You have a wealth of experience at your right hand in him, he knows me all too well. Perhaps not as Stefan, but he knows ME well. After his outburst on you this past week over the fact that you didn’t come out and help him, perhaps now you can test his loyalty towards YOU. Bradley likely holds the keys to victory over me, see if he will give them to you. I know at the end of the day he still likes to call me his brother. He believes that I have something wrong with me and that I will come around…so ask him…who will he support at Picture Perfect? Will he support his brother or a man that said he had Brad’s back and then failed him?