Post by destroyyou555 on Jun 11, 2008 12:48:54 GMT -6
I’m just letting everyone know, the following is out of rage, due to the events of what happened to me at Collision, when someone decided he wasn’t good enough to be my Tag Team Partner, this is the last time I’m hiding my face behind a computer screen and while I may enjoy writing theses blogs, This is the last one you will see from me, my friends, enemies and fans. Since it is my last blog, I will not be holding anything back, especially when it comes to a certain situation, so if you are easily upset, get easily angered about my bad grammar and lack of spell checking, then click the little X in the upper right hand corner of your web browser. Go watch Lance Ryan or something, with that out of the way, continue at your own risk.
For weeks, things for me were about two things, respecting my opponents, and just surviving to somehow make it to Picture Perfect to have a chance, a chance at some company world title that has been void from my career since I learned that I had cancer in 2002. I remember being force to give up my championship I held for four months, when I was bitchslapped with a illness by the so called good man up-stairs, I managed barely in my 20’s to hold a company up on my back, and only watch it crash to the ground faster then Johnny Storm getting owned by the Silver Surfer in the second Fantastic Four movie. Several years later, after company after company had failed to give a shot to a cancer patient who fought like hell to show just how much he loved the business, the chance to even fight for the richest prize in whatever company it may have been. I survived cancer twice, I survived the overwhelming odds, I even survived the wrath of God when I told him to hit me with his best shot.
Now here I am, for the first time since 2002, I’m in a World Title Match, standing to both sides of me, was a man, I once tried to call my best friend, someone who I shared a vision of rising to the top of the promotion together with, a man, who when we were being spitted on, We reached up and grabbed the beast by the balls, and squeezed until his testicles, splattered in an iron grip, as we rose to the top of the company, the other, is a man I looked up too, who I marked out for when I teamed with him, and when I fought against him. A man who I respect as a fellow countryman of mine, who has been the shining star of this company since its inception, and a man, who when the time came for him to be my backup, I could of trusted.
Two men who I have had encounters with, One showing that, what hope of co-existing together in the same world, ended when it became in my best interest to move away from him, to stop living in his shadow, the other I figured I could co-exist with, and could shake his hand, if I were to defeat him for the nCw Title…I once upon a time had great respect for you Steve, Sadly that is no longer the case, then again, what do you care? You’re the big fish, who is happy to be having someone else calling the shots for you, You have the hired back-up of The Corporate Empire, and your world title shot, you have been jumping at the bit for, every since you left that ****hole you were in, to join the greener pastures of nCw…I still know how dangerous you are, I’m giving a great reminder of that, every day I wake up, alone in my bed, after my divorce from Mercedes, while you brag about how you have someone like Layla to do as you please. The tides have turned, you became committed to her, while I live a new life, bar hopping, and sleeping with any pornstar I happen to come across. Things have changed, and you crossed the line trying to take me out. I tried to wait until Picture Perfect before I laid a hand on you, a hand that you dealt for me, when you once again tried to take me out of the picture. Steve it doesn’t matter if you have the greatest abs in the world, even your six pack couldn’t withstand the force of my knees slamming into them with a Bioshock.
I have had a great history with Steve, a history that could fill up yearbooks, and yet it’s only lasted a few months, unlike Steve, I have had very little history with you Lance. Other then a hand full of matches, as partners and opponents. I had the greatest respect for you, when you accepted my challenge along with Steve’s to put your nCw Championship against me, I had great respect for you, when just a week before your nCw Title Match with Reckless Jack, you went all out with me, and risked injury before such a great event in your life. I remember the time we teamed against Dave Holland and Davey Ortega. I hated the world then, I wanted nothing more then to pretend I wasn’t one of the people, yet somehow I found myself amazed by you, Someone in his thirties, wrestling like a twenty year old, doing everything in his power to make it in the dog eat dog business of professional wrestling, I was so excited to team with you that night, because I had perhaps the greatest wrestler in this business as my tag team partner, and last week I was equally excited to team with you once again, to be your partner and combat two of the most dangerous men in our business, I was looking forward to perhaps filling the small little gaps that exist in my knowledge of this sport, and gaining the experience of teaming with the nCw Champion for a second time, I didn’t see you as my opponent the following week, I wanted to see you as my friend, as my partner, as someone who perhaps would of even risked injury to protect his opponent for his nCw Title Match, I was willing to do the same, I showed up, with a midsection that is so brittle and on the verge of falling apart, I showed up with several dozen stitches in my head from my brutal war with Angel. I showed up to be your Tag Team Partner, willing to do whatever it took to have the respect of the man, I might of would have had to rip apart a week later…I had the greatest amount of respect for you.
That was last week, when I was foolish and blind…You opened my eyes and showed yourself for the person you really are inside, when you no showed, and left me to be brutally assaulted by Spike Kane and Jack Manson, you left me to be fed to them, for them to rip me apart, slowly and methodically while you was sitting as home, crying about your passing grandfather. You left me to be taking out of the Three Way Dance this Sunday, and if they wasn’t able to finish the job, you sure as hell knew Awesome would have been. You too forced my hand last Sunday, I didn’t want a advantage as much as I need one right now, due to my failing body, when you forced me to finally defend myself and lay my hands upon Steve Awesome.
I don’t know what I’m actually more pissed at Lance, the fact that you didn’t show up and then acted like nothing happened, like perhaps in some way, I was wrong in this whole situation, much like you will do when you read this blog entry, and say, How dare I question you, when I’m going thru a hard time and try to make me feel guilty, **** you Lance. I feel ****ing guilty that your grandfather died, and now I have to fight you. I feel guilty for having to fight someone who mind isn’t clearly in the right place, but I refuse to feel guilty for someone who managed to find time out of his busy schedule to accuse me of not having your back, and going on a rant, how I would be out to hurt you. You accused me of being a soulless bastard who would of done anything to take you out of the picture. You had the time, to hide your tears and torment, while you tried to make me out to be the scum of the Universe, when for the past five weeks; I’ve shown you respect, and a drive that matches your own. Incase you haven’t noticed, I haven’t tried to lay a hand on you since the title match was announced, sure I didn’t save you from Steve Awesome, I wish I could of, but sadly I was in no condition at the time to fight off Steve. Yes, I want to take the nCw Championship, but I’m not going to sell my soul to acquire it, or in your case…to keep it.
I had your back Lance, and all you did was accuse me of not doing so for several minutes, then in a blink of the eye, you disappear off the face of the planet, the moment I proved the infallible and almighty Lance Ryan wrong. You don’t show up, Hell you don’t even bother to send your son, till the last possible second, that you wouldn’t show up to team with me. Maybe it was just a odd twist of fate thrown in, but it does also seem somewhat fishy, that you spent so much time questioning me, then couldn’t even show up. Maybe you wished you could have been there, or maybe you wanted to see me taken out of the picture. Something seemed fishy, and even your beloved fans, saw that and booed, not because you wasn’t there, but because you didn’t show up for them, much like you didn’t show up for me.
You say how you love the fans and this business so much, and then why not show up? Maybe I’m wrong about this, and I hope for your sake I am. That you planned this, to use your grandfather passing as a way to sit back while two men, you once teamed with, was given free pass to do as they please. You say you will do anything for this business or the fans, and like I haven’t? Since I fought you, I had to put off major surgery to repair my body that was injured against you, and farther injured by Steve Awesome. I didn’t get to take weeks off, and even when I wasn’t booked, I managed to show up for each and every Collision. I didn’t get the rest yourself or Awesome have had, I ended up having to fight Dave Holland, a then undefeated Angel, Spike Kane and Jack Manson while putting whatever my body could produce on the line for your fans, to fill in for your absence. And in doing so, which was also made clear by last Sunday. I managed to steal even more fans from you, by showing something you have severally been lacking lately…Heart.
I mean, I’m sorry this is sounding so harsh, I mean no ill-respect towards you, in your time of mourning for your late grandfather, but the facts are just there. Everything just seems to seem a little out of place with you Lance, and I’m not talking about because your grandfather passed, I noticed how you said myself nor Awesome are ready to lead this company on our own. Honestly, I can’t tell you if I’m ready too, I won’t know until I overcome the odds and win the championship on Sunday, but the pressure of trying to carry this company has clearly gotten too much for even the great Lance Ryan to handle. You have almost to the point of being senile, and forgetting things that most of us remember, like you shaking my hand, and telling me you could trust me, hell you seem to have a selective memory of everything Lance, unless it comes to you beating Davey Ortega, or winning the world title a second time, or hell any time you managed to retain the championship. That is about all you can remember, because it makes it all about you.
Even as self centered as Steve Awesome is, even he can atleast pay attention to his opponent and understand what they are saying, you on the other hand are ****ing paranoid, I always had a thing against people getting their families involved, even when Mercedes was under the payroll of this company, I went to great lengths to keep my personal life and my professional life separate, but you on the other hand parade your professional life around like it’s going out of business. Cassandra and you having problems…Show it to the world. Your son hates you….I know I show it to the world, the things have changed and we have seen the evolution of your family life, which I’m happy Jamie loves you now, but I’m not here to watch a ****ing soap opera about the story of your life just to hear what you have to say. I mean, perhaps I don’t have a lot of room to be talking here, considering I went thru a divorce recently, but even I knew to keep the details of it away from nCw. If I wanted too, I get to see my 1 year old son on Saturday, which will more then likely be around the time I post another blog of nCwentertainment.com, in response to whatever you or Steve Awesome say. I could hook up the web cam, makes intimidating faces like I need to take a ****, point and scream. I could show the world, how I spend time with my 1 year old son, but as far as I’m concerned, I have no need too. Because when it comes to this business, I’m strictly business, and leave my personal life outside the door, something I wish you could do. I love my son to death, and I will spend every possible minute I can with him Saturday before you and Steve Awesome hope to take me out of nCw completely, but I refuse to bring him into this, because he simply isn’t apart of what is happening Sunday, neither is Jamie, neither is Matthew or the memory of your recently deceased grandfather, this Sunday is all about one thing….The nCw World Championship.
Now before I move on, I have one other thing I would like to touch upon…It is true, nobody expected you to beat Dave Holland, and I guess some people believed you wouldn’t beat Reckless Jack despite the fact, he was riding quite a losing streak. But you’re not the one who has to overcome the odds this week, Sure you don’t have the champions advantage that you usually have in a one on one contest, but clearly you are atleast given a chance to retain the championship, I mean after all, You’re Lance Ryan are you not? Most people say Steve Awesome will walk out as the champion, and most people say….Trent Helms will be the person pinned in the match. I’m the underdog in this Three Way Match, no one is giving me a chance what so ever, because the mounting injuries, the size I’m giving up to all of you, how Steve Awesome has been built up heavily for this moment for months, and how you’re Lance Ryan, and will be coming out like a pissed off teenager behind the wheel of a car to retain your championship in honor of your late grandfather, but me…I’m being written off as the one who will have to fall in this match, and that is what makes me dangerous, granted I’ve not as quick as I usually am, perhaps my body can’t withstand as much punishment as it usually can, and fact I’m one big move away from spending the next several months recovering from some major injury, and despite the fact, that it hurts when I pee because of the mounting injuries, I have still been willing to take every chance in the book to gain a victory, when things looked grimed, I managed to keep fighting, I kept my head up high, and still took the fight to two of the most sadistic son of bitches in this business in Spike Kane and Reckless Jack, when it wasn’t important for you to show up on Sunday, I took it on the chin, better then most female pornstars, and I showed regardless of every disadvantage I have in the ring, I have something that even yourself Lance is lacking, The heart of a ****ing Giant, I know I’m only five foot, seven, and weight a buck and a quarter or somewhere close to it, but when I’m in that ring, I fight like I’m Seven feet tall, and act like I’ve been injected with poison and the only way to survive is to cut my leg off. And regardless of I’m coming to the ring on a walker, pissing blood, ****ting a bottle of mountain dew or have a huge ****ing hole in my head, I’m going to come at you with everything I have….and show you….How I am indeed ready to lead this company to a level even you can’t take it too…
Now I move on to someone I could legitimately call my best friend, sure on the camera, we may not of been the best of buddies when it came time for Collision, or we he nearly killed me just one month ago at Reborn, but we always had a tight bond with each other, regardless of if we hated each other, or we were screwing the same chick at the same time, we could almost read each other thoughts, and know exactly what the other one was thinking. However it proved that the nCw Championship can ruin any friendship there is out there, and it did when it came to our relationship. I still can’t tell you who is to blame, You for proving that the belt that Lance Ryan holds take place over everything in your life, or myself for believing that we could both co-exist in this world when we were in the Title Picture, regardless here we are. Finally getting our main event spot, which each other in the ring. Lance Ryan is the past, and as much as it pains me to say it. The Present. Myself represent the new age in professional wrestling where flashiness comes before ability, comedy comes before Tradition, and heart comes before pride, I take every chance in the book, caring very little for myself, and perhaps even less for my opponents. You represent the future, the face that everyone knows is going to be the cornerstone of this business at some point, the only question is, when does that future begin, now? At Picture Perfect? A Few weeks, months or even a year? Your potential is so bright, no one can withstand looking at it, not even a Super Saiyan.
I’m just going to lay this out on the table right now, with Lance Ryan being a emo kid with Roid Rage right now, and due to have he somehow thrives in big match environments such as this, while both of us, is nearly untested in these kind of water, it may be our best interest to take Lance Ryan out of the picture as soon as the bell ring, take the beast out, before he decides to roll us up in a carpet and lock us in the Crippler Crossface, before laying a Holy Bible next to our bodies, We can’t allow that to happen, We together have to be the piece of rope, and the bowflex that takes another Canadian out of the game.
It’s in our best interest to do so, I mean granted we both have proven we can defeat Lance Ryan one on one, but things are different, He may actually you know…Try this week due to him about to be dedicating this match to his grandfather and while it does seem somewhat perverse that I might have to play spoil in his big moment, kind of like when some make a wish kid asks you to something that may be out of your power, but you still have to try, that’s what I feel like, you on the other hand more then likely are willing to pick Ryan up without thinking twice, nail him with a Steve-K-O and then laugh about how he failed to win this match for his grandfather in heaven, because we know that’s where all Christians go when they die, because they don’t go a lake of fire, where we don’t see them again to the Fourth of July.
I know both of us, can’t win the nCw Championship this weekend, and Lance if he can get off his grandfather death for like two seconds will make mention of this, that is, if he can break into character for the two seconds it would take to say it, and I’m not both saying, let’s be totally gay and have a sexy party ontop of Lance for 3 seconds, what I’m saying it, sometimes you have to take out a beast to build up to something completely different. Lance Ryan is the beast, who is snapping under the pressure of being the face of this company, he can’t keep his head in the right place, he whines about not seeing his family, yet will turn his back on them and make some excuses how he loves this business, and will put his family on the side again, if there is going to be a new champion, Lance Ryan has to be taken to a place, Lance Ryan has to know the pain I felt when he left me to be nearly killed by Jack Manson and Spike Kane after accusing me of not showing up for him. He wants to strangle this company, because in his mind, it can’t survive without him at the top name in this business, so typical of Christians, I would say Steve. They like things to be predictable, they know the world is going to burn in a fire, because some made up book says so, they like to know that, I’m going be sent to hell, because I refuse to accept Jesus Christ, not of East L.A but you know the guy who Mel Gibson made a movie about to make Jews feel really uneasy with themselves, and to make a buttload of money. I hated the Passion, and felt it gave the Jews a bad name, am I jewish? No. And Christians like to think that the only salvation into a place that may or may not exist is thru them. Lance Ryan may not be a Christian man, I honestly don’t know, nor do I really care, if he is, that is his choice. But he represents the things they stand for with knowing what the future holds, and that the only salvation is thru him. However unlike you Lance, I don’t believe the world ends by fire, I don’t believe in salvation, and I certainly don’t know what the future holds, but it’s a challenge I’m going to accept, as I hope to walk into the great unknown, looking eagered to the world ahead of me, not looking for my promise time in the promise land, or that my world is going to end, if that day comes, at least I know in my heart, I lived my life to the fullest, and didn’t hold anything back, I mean I’ve done things in the past six months, people don’t get to do for their entire lives. I got to pretend I’m something else, I got to pretend I was a asshole for once when I’m a mild mannered kid from Thunder Bay, who got to pretend he was a Super Saiyan, or a Evil Space Tyrant and got paid to have the mother****ing time of my life, and I’m going to continue to live my life to it’s fullest, with no regrets and no remorse, sure I wish I didn’t have to wait five years to have a chance to win the richest prize in this industry, I’ve broken bones, shattered my rib cage, went thru a divorce, and somehow I survived for this moment, and you know what Lance, I’m willing to do it all over again, because I love this business, I love my life, despite the fact, I’m single, people think I’m mentally retarded sometimes, but I have held nothing back, not looking into the past, not looking for pity like you are reaching out for, but for the one chance to prove that maybe, somewhere in this crazy world where you have to be over two hundred and twenty five pounds to be a big name in this business, that even I can somehow make it as something other then a side show attraction. I’m in control of my own destiny, not you…Not Steve, not even Kelly.
Speaking of Steve, I’m sorry I got a little carried away and back to talking about Lance, it just really grinds my gears when someone brings family into this, when it’s best to keep them out of it, and yeah I’m still pissed he called me out last week, then had the balls to whine and no show on me, You have my full attention now.
As I was saying, we may have to take him out, He is not willing to allow his future to be undecided and sometimes, we as opponents are forced to play god, and throw his perfect little world off, I know his life isn’t perfect, with you know, the whole I’m going to use my grandfather as inspiration thing to try to keep the fans on my side deal. But as far as his professional career goes, he’s in Heaven; because he is nCw go too guy, since Spike Kane, his only completion that nearly dropped off the Main Event radar. I know what you’re planning to do, I may not like it, and Lance is going to hate you for it, not like you care right? But whatever you’re planning go for it, We have to show Lance, that we are not afraid of him, not afraid of disappointing his huge moment, that we are not afraid of his huge ****ing Aura that surrounds him, and that we’re not afraid of what he plans on doing to us. He made everything fair game bringing his grandfather and his family into this whole ordeal, when it’s all about one thing, The nCw Championship. This isn’t about his grandfather; This is about his quest to show he can overcome all challenges for his championship, instead of making his championship seem rather unimportant. This your quest to show, that you are indeed the future of this company as well as this business, and that all that hype that has surrounded you, isn’t all for nothing, as you hope to become the first American to win the nCw Championship and make your name solid on the ballot for next nCw Hall Of Famer, and for me, it’s about showing that in this world, nothing is impossible, that nothing is taboo. It’s about taking everything the world has thrown at me, Insults, lies, deception, broken bodies, and politics, and still fighting on, when the odds are stacked again you, it’s about me showing that despite my small size, I have a heart that refuses to stop beating…and that I’m willing to do anything and everything, from hurting myself to having 500 foot walls thrown in my way to capture the nCw Championship….It’s about all that, and it’s about once and for all, taking every doubt, everyone has ever had about me…and leaving it….Broken Into Nothing.
Respect.
For weeks, things for me were about two things, respecting my opponents, and just surviving to somehow make it to Picture Perfect to have a chance, a chance at some company world title that has been void from my career since I learned that I had cancer in 2002. I remember being force to give up my championship I held for four months, when I was bitchslapped with a illness by the so called good man up-stairs, I managed barely in my 20’s to hold a company up on my back, and only watch it crash to the ground faster then Johnny Storm getting owned by the Silver Surfer in the second Fantastic Four movie. Several years later, after company after company had failed to give a shot to a cancer patient who fought like hell to show just how much he loved the business, the chance to even fight for the richest prize in whatever company it may have been. I survived cancer twice, I survived the overwhelming odds, I even survived the wrath of God when I told him to hit me with his best shot.
Now here I am, for the first time since 2002, I’m in a World Title Match, standing to both sides of me, was a man, I once tried to call my best friend, someone who I shared a vision of rising to the top of the promotion together with, a man, who when we were being spitted on, We reached up and grabbed the beast by the balls, and squeezed until his testicles, splattered in an iron grip, as we rose to the top of the company, the other, is a man I looked up too, who I marked out for when I teamed with him, and when I fought against him. A man who I respect as a fellow countryman of mine, who has been the shining star of this company since its inception, and a man, who when the time came for him to be my backup, I could of trusted.
Two men who I have had encounters with, One showing that, what hope of co-existing together in the same world, ended when it became in my best interest to move away from him, to stop living in his shadow, the other I figured I could co-exist with, and could shake his hand, if I were to defeat him for the nCw Title…I once upon a time had great respect for you Steve, Sadly that is no longer the case, then again, what do you care? You’re the big fish, who is happy to be having someone else calling the shots for you, You have the hired back-up of The Corporate Empire, and your world title shot, you have been jumping at the bit for, every since you left that ****hole you were in, to join the greener pastures of nCw…I still know how dangerous you are, I’m giving a great reminder of that, every day I wake up, alone in my bed, after my divorce from Mercedes, while you brag about how you have someone like Layla to do as you please. The tides have turned, you became committed to her, while I live a new life, bar hopping, and sleeping with any pornstar I happen to come across. Things have changed, and you crossed the line trying to take me out. I tried to wait until Picture Perfect before I laid a hand on you, a hand that you dealt for me, when you once again tried to take me out of the picture. Steve it doesn’t matter if you have the greatest abs in the world, even your six pack couldn’t withstand the force of my knees slamming into them with a Bioshock.
I have had a great history with Steve, a history that could fill up yearbooks, and yet it’s only lasted a few months, unlike Steve, I have had very little history with you Lance. Other then a hand full of matches, as partners and opponents. I had the greatest respect for you, when you accepted my challenge along with Steve’s to put your nCw Championship against me, I had great respect for you, when just a week before your nCw Title Match with Reckless Jack, you went all out with me, and risked injury before such a great event in your life. I remember the time we teamed against Dave Holland and Davey Ortega. I hated the world then, I wanted nothing more then to pretend I wasn’t one of the people, yet somehow I found myself amazed by you, Someone in his thirties, wrestling like a twenty year old, doing everything in his power to make it in the dog eat dog business of professional wrestling, I was so excited to team with you that night, because I had perhaps the greatest wrestler in this business as my tag team partner, and last week I was equally excited to team with you once again, to be your partner and combat two of the most dangerous men in our business, I was looking forward to perhaps filling the small little gaps that exist in my knowledge of this sport, and gaining the experience of teaming with the nCw Champion for a second time, I didn’t see you as my opponent the following week, I wanted to see you as my friend, as my partner, as someone who perhaps would of even risked injury to protect his opponent for his nCw Title Match, I was willing to do the same, I showed up, with a midsection that is so brittle and on the verge of falling apart, I showed up with several dozen stitches in my head from my brutal war with Angel. I showed up to be your Tag Team Partner, willing to do whatever it took to have the respect of the man, I might of would have had to rip apart a week later…I had the greatest amount of respect for you.
That was last week, when I was foolish and blind…You opened my eyes and showed yourself for the person you really are inside, when you no showed, and left me to be brutally assaulted by Spike Kane and Jack Manson, you left me to be fed to them, for them to rip me apart, slowly and methodically while you was sitting as home, crying about your passing grandfather. You left me to be taking out of the Three Way Dance this Sunday, and if they wasn’t able to finish the job, you sure as hell knew Awesome would have been. You too forced my hand last Sunday, I didn’t want a advantage as much as I need one right now, due to my failing body, when you forced me to finally defend myself and lay my hands upon Steve Awesome.
I don’t know what I’m actually more pissed at Lance, the fact that you didn’t show up and then acted like nothing happened, like perhaps in some way, I was wrong in this whole situation, much like you will do when you read this blog entry, and say, How dare I question you, when I’m going thru a hard time and try to make me feel guilty, **** you Lance. I feel ****ing guilty that your grandfather died, and now I have to fight you. I feel guilty for having to fight someone who mind isn’t clearly in the right place, but I refuse to feel guilty for someone who managed to find time out of his busy schedule to accuse me of not having your back, and going on a rant, how I would be out to hurt you. You accused me of being a soulless bastard who would of done anything to take you out of the picture. You had the time, to hide your tears and torment, while you tried to make me out to be the scum of the Universe, when for the past five weeks; I’ve shown you respect, and a drive that matches your own. Incase you haven’t noticed, I haven’t tried to lay a hand on you since the title match was announced, sure I didn’t save you from Steve Awesome, I wish I could of, but sadly I was in no condition at the time to fight off Steve. Yes, I want to take the nCw Championship, but I’m not going to sell my soul to acquire it, or in your case…to keep it.
I had your back Lance, and all you did was accuse me of not doing so for several minutes, then in a blink of the eye, you disappear off the face of the planet, the moment I proved the infallible and almighty Lance Ryan wrong. You don’t show up, Hell you don’t even bother to send your son, till the last possible second, that you wouldn’t show up to team with me. Maybe it was just a odd twist of fate thrown in, but it does also seem somewhat fishy, that you spent so much time questioning me, then couldn’t even show up. Maybe you wished you could have been there, or maybe you wanted to see me taken out of the picture. Something seemed fishy, and even your beloved fans, saw that and booed, not because you wasn’t there, but because you didn’t show up for them, much like you didn’t show up for me.
You say how you love the fans and this business so much, and then why not show up? Maybe I’m wrong about this, and I hope for your sake I am. That you planned this, to use your grandfather passing as a way to sit back while two men, you once teamed with, was given free pass to do as they please. You say you will do anything for this business or the fans, and like I haven’t? Since I fought you, I had to put off major surgery to repair my body that was injured against you, and farther injured by Steve Awesome. I didn’t get to take weeks off, and even when I wasn’t booked, I managed to show up for each and every Collision. I didn’t get the rest yourself or Awesome have had, I ended up having to fight Dave Holland, a then undefeated Angel, Spike Kane and Jack Manson while putting whatever my body could produce on the line for your fans, to fill in for your absence. And in doing so, which was also made clear by last Sunday. I managed to steal even more fans from you, by showing something you have severally been lacking lately…Heart.
I mean, I’m sorry this is sounding so harsh, I mean no ill-respect towards you, in your time of mourning for your late grandfather, but the facts are just there. Everything just seems to seem a little out of place with you Lance, and I’m not talking about because your grandfather passed, I noticed how you said myself nor Awesome are ready to lead this company on our own. Honestly, I can’t tell you if I’m ready too, I won’t know until I overcome the odds and win the championship on Sunday, but the pressure of trying to carry this company has clearly gotten too much for even the great Lance Ryan to handle. You have almost to the point of being senile, and forgetting things that most of us remember, like you shaking my hand, and telling me you could trust me, hell you seem to have a selective memory of everything Lance, unless it comes to you beating Davey Ortega, or winning the world title a second time, or hell any time you managed to retain the championship. That is about all you can remember, because it makes it all about you.
Even as self centered as Steve Awesome is, even he can atleast pay attention to his opponent and understand what they are saying, you on the other hand are ****ing paranoid, I always had a thing against people getting their families involved, even when Mercedes was under the payroll of this company, I went to great lengths to keep my personal life and my professional life separate, but you on the other hand parade your professional life around like it’s going out of business. Cassandra and you having problems…Show it to the world. Your son hates you….I know I show it to the world, the things have changed and we have seen the evolution of your family life, which I’m happy Jamie loves you now, but I’m not here to watch a ****ing soap opera about the story of your life just to hear what you have to say. I mean, perhaps I don’t have a lot of room to be talking here, considering I went thru a divorce recently, but even I knew to keep the details of it away from nCw. If I wanted too, I get to see my 1 year old son on Saturday, which will more then likely be around the time I post another blog of nCwentertainment.com, in response to whatever you or Steve Awesome say. I could hook up the web cam, makes intimidating faces like I need to take a ****, point and scream. I could show the world, how I spend time with my 1 year old son, but as far as I’m concerned, I have no need too. Because when it comes to this business, I’m strictly business, and leave my personal life outside the door, something I wish you could do. I love my son to death, and I will spend every possible minute I can with him Saturday before you and Steve Awesome hope to take me out of nCw completely, but I refuse to bring him into this, because he simply isn’t apart of what is happening Sunday, neither is Jamie, neither is Matthew or the memory of your recently deceased grandfather, this Sunday is all about one thing….The nCw World Championship.
Now before I move on, I have one other thing I would like to touch upon…It is true, nobody expected you to beat Dave Holland, and I guess some people believed you wouldn’t beat Reckless Jack despite the fact, he was riding quite a losing streak. But you’re not the one who has to overcome the odds this week, Sure you don’t have the champions advantage that you usually have in a one on one contest, but clearly you are atleast given a chance to retain the championship, I mean after all, You’re Lance Ryan are you not? Most people say Steve Awesome will walk out as the champion, and most people say….Trent Helms will be the person pinned in the match. I’m the underdog in this Three Way Match, no one is giving me a chance what so ever, because the mounting injuries, the size I’m giving up to all of you, how Steve Awesome has been built up heavily for this moment for months, and how you’re Lance Ryan, and will be coming out like a pissed off teenager behind the wheel of a car to retain your championship in honor of your late grandfather, but me…I’m being written off as the one who will have to fall in this match, and that is what makes me dangerous, granted I’ve not as quick as I usually am, perhaps my body can’t withstand as much punishment as it usually can, and fact I’m one big move away from spending the next several months recovering from some major injury, and despite the fact, that it hurts when I pee because of the mounting injuries, I have still been willing to take every chance in the book to gain a victory, when things looked grimed, I managed to keep fighting, I kept my head up high, and still took the fight to two of the most sadistic son of bitches in this business in Spike Kane and Reckless Jack, when it wasn’t important for you to show up on Sunday, I took it on the chin, better then most female pornstars, and I showed regardless of every disadvantage I have in the ring, I have something that even yourself Lance is lacking, The heart of a ****ing Giant, I know I’m only five foot, seven, and weight a buck and a quarter or somewhere close to it, but when I’m in that ring, I fight like I’m Seven feet tall, and act like I’ve been injected with poison and the only way to survive is to cut my leg off. And regardless of I’m coming to the ring on a walker, pissing blood, ****ting a bottle of mountain dew or have a huge ****ing hole in my head, I’m going to come at you with everything I have….and show you….How I am indeed ready to lead this company to a level even you can’t take it too…
Now I move on to someone I could legitimately call my best friend, sure on the camera, we may not of been the best of buddies when it came time for Collision, or we he nearly killed me just one month ago at Reborn, but we always had a tight bond with each other, regardless of if we hated each other, or we were screwing the same chick at the same time, we could almost read each other thoughts, and know exactly what the other one was thinking. However it proved that the nCw Championship can ruin any friendship there is out there, and it did when it came to our relationship. I still can’t tell you who is to blame, You for proving that the belt that Lance Ryan holds take place over everything in your life, or myself for believing that we could both co-exist in this world when we were in the Title Picture, regardless here we are. Finally getting our main event spot, which each other in the ring. Lance Ryan is the past, and as much as it pains me to say it. The Present. Myself represent the new age in professional wrestling where flashiness comes before ability, comedy comes before Tradition, and heart comes before pride, I take every chance in the book, caring very little for myself, and perhaps even less for my opponents. You represent the future, the face that everyone knows is going to be the cornerstone of this business at some point, the only question is, when does that future begin, now? At Picture Perfect? A Few weeks, months or even a year? Your potential is so bright, no one can withstand looking at it, not even a Super Saiyan.
I’m just going to lay this out on the table right now, with Lance Ryan being a emo kid with Roid Rage right now, and due to have he somehow thrives in big match environments such as this, while both of us, is nearly untested in these kind of water, it may be our best interest to take Lance Ryan out of the picture as soon as the bell ring, take the beast out, before he decides to roll us up in a carpet and lock us in the Crippler Crossface, before laying a Holy Bible next to our bodies, We can’t allow that to happen, We together have to be the piece of rope, and the bowflex that takes another Canadian out of the game.
It’s in our best interest to do so, I mean granted we both have proven we can defeat Lance Ryan one on one, but things are different, He may actually you know…Try this week due to him about to be dedicating this match to his grandfather and while it does seem somewhat perverse that I might have to play spoil in his big moment, kind of like when some make a wish kid asks you to something that may be out of your power, but you still have to try, that’s what I feel like, you on the other hand more then likely are willing to pick Ryan up without thinking twice, nail him with a Steve-K-O and then laugh about how he failed to win this match for his grandfather in heaven, because we know that’s where all Christians go when they die, because they don’t go a lake of fire, where we don’t see them again to the Fourth of July.
I know both of us, can’t win the nCw Championship this weekend, and Lance if he can get off his grandfather death for like two seconds will make mention of this, that is, if he can break into character for the two seconds it would take to say it, and I’m not both saying, let’s be totally gay and have a sexy party ontop of Lance for 3 seconds, what I’m saying it, sometimes you have to take out a beast to build up to something completely different. Lance Ryan is the beast, who is snapping under the pressure of being the face of this company, he can’t keep his head in the right place, he whines about not seeing his family, yet will turn his back on them and make some excuses how he loves this business, and will put his family on the side again, if there is going to be a new champion, Lance Ryan has to be taken to a place, Lance Ryan has to know the pain I felt when he left me to be nearly killed by Jack Manson and Spike Kane after accusing me of not showing up for him. He wants to strangle this company, because in his mind, it can’t survive without him at the top name in this business, so typical of Christians, I would say Steve. They like things to be predictable, they know the world is going to burn in a fire, because some made up book says so, they like to know that, I’m going be sent to hell, because I refuse to accept Jesus Christ, not of East L.A but you know the guy who Mel Gibson made a movie about to make Jews feel really uneasy with themselves, and to make a buttload of money. I hated the Passion, and felt it gave the Jews a bad name, am I jewish? No. And Christians like to think that the only salvation into a place that may or may not exist is thru them. Lance Ryan may not be a Christian man, I honestly don’t know, nor do I really care, if he is, that is his choice. But he represents the things they stand for with knowing what the future holds, and that the only salvation is thru him. However unlike you Lance, I don’t believe the world ends by fire, I don’t believe in salvation, and I certainly don’t know what the future holds, but it’s a challenge I’m going to accept, as I hope to walk into the great unknown, looking eagered to the world ahead of me, not looking for my promise time in the promise land, or that my world is going to end, if that day comes, at least I know in my heart, I lived my life to the fullest, and didn’t hold anything back, I mean I’ve done things in the past six months, people don’t get to do for their entire lives. I got to pretend I’m something else, I got to pretend I was a asshole for once when I’m a mild mannered kid from Thunder Bay, who got to pretend he was a Super Saiyan, or a Evil Space Tyrant and got paid to have the mother****ing time of my life, and I’m going to continue to live my life to it’s fullest, with no regrets and no remorse, sure I wish I didn’t have to wait five years to have a chance to win the richest prize in this industry, I’ve broken bones, shattered my rib cage, went thru a divorce, and somehow I survived for this moment, and you know what Lance, I’m willing to do it all over again, because I love this business, I love my life, despite the fact, I’m single, people think I’m mentally retarded sometimes, but I have held nothing back, not looking into the past, not looking for pity like you are reaching out for, but for the one chance to prove that maybe, somewhere in this crazy world where you have to be over two hundred and twenty five pounds to be a big name in this business, that even I can somehow make it as something other then a side show attraction. I’m in control of my own destiny, not you…Not Steve, not even Kelly.
Speaking of Steve, I’m sorry I got a little carried away and back to talking about Lance, it just really grinds my gears when someone brings family into this, when it’s best to keep them out of it, and yeah I’m still pissed he called me out last week, then had the balls to whine and no show on me, You have my full attention now.
As I was saying, we may have to take him out, He is not willing to allow his future to be undecided and sometimes, we as opponents are forced to play god, and throw his perfect little world off, I know his life isn’t perfect, with you know, the whole I’m going to use my grandfather as inspiration thing to try to keep the fans on my side deal. But as far as his professional career goes, he’s in Heaven; because he is nCw go too guy, since Spike Kane, his only completion that nearly dropped off the Main Event radar. I know what you’re planning to do, I may not like it, and Lance is going to hate you for it, not like you care right? But whatever you’re planning go for it, We have to show Lance, that we are not afraid of him, not afraid of disappointing his huge moment, that we are not afraid of his huge ****ing Aura that surrounds him, and that we’re not afraid of what he plans on doing to us. He made everything fair game bringing his grandfather and his family into this whole ordeal, when it’s all about one thing, The nCw Championship. This isn’t about his grandfather; This is about his quest to show he can overcome all challenges for his championship, instead of making his championship seem rather unimportant. This your quest to show, that you are indeed the future of this company as well as this business, and that all that hype that has surrounded you, isn’t all for nothing, as you hope to become the first American to win the nCw Championship and make your name solid on the ballot for next nCw Hall Of Famer, and for me, it’s about showing that in this world, nothing is impossible, that nothing is taboo. It’s about taking everything the world has thrown at me, Insults, lies, deception, broken bodies, and politics, and still fighting on, when the odds are stacked again you, it’s about me showing that despite my small size, I have a heart that refuses to stop beating…and that I’m willing to do anything and everything, from hurting myself to having 500 foot walls thrown in my way to capture the nCw Championship….It’s about all that, and it’s about once and for all, taking every doubt, everyone has ever had about me…and leaving it….Broken Into Nothing.
Respect.