Post by Lance "The Icon" Ryan on Jun 12, 2008 9:51:11 GMT -6
~*~*~Determination is one of those intangibles that is used to describe those that rise to the top of their profession. It’s a skill that really cannot be learned by anyone, it is something that you must be born with. They say that anyone that becomes the best at what they do must persevere over something on their way to the top, it is almost unanimous that the person that rises top the top not only overcomes something to get there, but must overcome many more obstacles on their way to staying number one. This is the case especially within the wrestling industry. There really is very few champions in the history of this sport that cannot say that they had the drive and the determination to overcome something, whether that something be directly involved with wrestling itself or whether it be something outside of the ring, there is almost always a success story in their past that is a feel good story. The question usually is not if they overcame, but simply how much.~*~*~
~*~*~Lance Ryan truly has become the poster boy of determination during his wrestling career and his personal life. It seems as though if it weren’t for bad luck, the nCw Champion would truly have no luck at all. Through Lance’s life there have been struggles aplenty. However, never in his career, especially in his time as nCw Champion, has Lance seemed to be in such a hard luck place. Since the loss of his grandfather it seems as though Lance has lost his mind. Driven to the brink of suicide once again, heading into a match that many feel assured that he will lose, and generally at a crossroads in his professional career. Many wonder what is really left for the true icon of this business if he indeed loses on Sunday. What more can a man of Lance’s stature do in this business…ironically the one man that knows, is the man that is currently residing in a mental hospital.~*~*~
~*~*~We come to life in a dimly lit room, as the camera adjusts we realize that we are once again inside of the small room that Lance calls home after his breakdown. Lance is sitting upon the bed in the same position that he was in when we last saw him. Head down, hood pulled over his face. Due to the lack of light in the room we can barely see the champion, but there is no doubt that that is who is upon the bead. The same dejected body language that we saw last time from him. After about thirty seconds of silence, and some shaking of the camera Lance speaks up without raising his head.~*~*~[/i]
Lance Ryan: Is it ready? Just leave it on the tri-pod and leave please.
~*~*~There is the sound of soft footsteps and then a door closing as we can no doubt guess that Lance is now alone in the room with the camera. The nCw Champion does not move still but begins to sing in a very even and seemingly controlled voice.~*~*~[/i]
Lance Ryan:
See all those people on the ground
Wasting time
I try to hold it all inside
But just for tonight
The top of the world
Sitting here wishing
The things I've become
That something is missing
Maybe I...
But what do I know
~*~*~After singing this Lance lifts his head a little bit but keeps the hood over his face.~*~*~[/i]
Lance Ryan: It never ceases to amaze me the liberties that people take in this business. When you are the world champion it seems that nothing is really sacred. People will take whatever shots that they deem necessary to try and get an upper hand of sorts on you, say anything to try and make themselves feel more secure and more prepared than they really are. I had my brother bring me in tapes of the promos that were cut by Steve and Trent and I must admit that they can at least talk a good game. It was a few weeks ago now that these two men came to me and basically begged for title shots. Both men said that they were deserving and I am not going to lie, both of these men are very deserving of being in this match with me and both of these men are very capable of taking the title from around my waist. There were a few things that bothered me however, firstly was the way that both men attacked my character without abandon, and secondly was the fact that Steve Awesome manages to believe that he is indeed better than everyone before him and everyone after him. While it bothered me, I do not see it as a fault.
~*~*~Lance pauses for a moment and pushes a call button that is beside his bed.~*~*~[/i]
Voice: Can I help you Mr. Ryan?
~*~*~Lance responds in a very calm collected voice.~*~*~[/i]
Lance Ryan: Can I please get a pitcher of water and a glass?
Voice: Yes Mr. Ryan. Just give me a minute or two.
Lance Ryan: Thank you.
Now, there is a lot of metaphor in this match that I think is being overlooked by many of the people involved. There is no hiding the fact that I am the veteran of this match, and that I am the old guy of the bunch, but what I found funny as I passed all of the information over my mind is the parallels between myself, Trent and Steve.
In Steve Awesome, we have a brash young man that feels and acts as though he is better than absolutely everyone around him. Steve flaunts his money, plays to the women and talks down everyone that is poorer than he is. The fact of the matter is that Steve reminds me of a very young Lance. When I first broke into this business it was nothing more than an outlet for me. After the loss of my youngest sibling I was angry. Angry at myself, angry at the people that did what they did to him, and angry at pretty much the entire world. To me, wrestling was an excuse to go out night after night and kick the **** out of people. While I did that I started to get good at it too, I started to rake in the cash, I started to have women chasing after me and I will admit, I treated everyone around me like ****. I used to be the one throwing the lavish parties for the common people, I threw them because I knew that everyone that showed up would worship the very ground that I walked on, and that’s what made me feel good about myself. Fact is, Steve is almost a carbon copy of who I once was, but there is a lot of irony in that. Steve, I have to ask you what you were thinking, what on earth were you thinking when you chose what you chose to attack me with? Of all of the things that I have done, of all of the things that you could try and use against me, you chose two of the stupidest things, not very smart for a man that is respected and mentioned as a great wrestling mind. From all of my past, you decide to attack me for doing whatever it takes to win and being an asshole…and then you state that my past opponents weren’t really all that great?
~*~*~Lance is interrupted as there is the sound of a door opening and an orderly comes on the scene with a pitcher of water and a glass. Lance immediately take the pitcher and fills up his glass and chugs the entire thing down. The orderly is still standing by Lance and staring at the camera. He is staring wide eyed at Lance like he cannot believe who he is seeing.~*~*~[/i]
Orderly: May I ask you something really quick? You are Lance Ryan, the nCw World Champion right? Would you be alright with giving me an autograph sir?
~*~*~Lance stares up at the man and slowly pulls the hood off of his head and we see a stone cold stare at the man from the champ.~*~*~[/i]
Lance Ryan: You are asking me for an autograph? I am sitting in a mental hospital because I tried to kill myself due to emotional instability, and you have the outright audacity to ask if I will sign my name to a piece of paper so that you can show it to all of your friends and say that you once served the certifiably insane world champion a pitcher of water? Get the hell out of my room you insolent son of a bitch! I can’t believe the nerve of you peons that work here. Do you know that I make more money in one wrestling match than you make in your entire miserable year at this job? I deserve to be treated better than this…get the hell out of here!
~*~*~The orderly looks visibly shaken by this exchange and turns to leave the room really quickly. As he almost gets to the door Lance takes the glass and pitches it at the wall just above the man’s head and it shatters. We see a few shards of glass fly on screen and then hear the door quickly close.~*~*~[/i]
Lance Ryan: Unsightly twit. Now where the hell was I?
Steve, do you realize the completely idiotic nature of your comments about how much of an asshole I have been? How I cheat to win, how I will do anything to keep my spot and most of all how I have no remorse for it. Who is the nCw Champion, after clean wins over Dave Holland and Reckless Jack? Who is the man that is fighting on his own? Then I ask you, who is the shameless coward that is a part of the Corporate Empire? I am not the one that has a band of merry men following him around and doing his dirty work, I am not the man that has people hired for doing everything for me…I wouldn’t be surprised if you have someone paid to wipe your ass every day. Steve, there is a huge difference between you and I now, and the fact that you can’t see it proves that you are not ready, you are still green when it comes to this business. You are the one that is willing to cheat to win against me, I have not ruled out the fact that it will likely be the Corporate Empire and Trent Helms against me at Picture Perfect, but the reality is that I don’t need a bunch of people to watch my back, I feel secure that I am capable of defeating you on Sunday. I cannot get past the fact that you are so willing to attack me for my past, when my past is your present.
I have news for you though Steve, you mention how you are ready to lead a big mainstream company like nCw, I think that you are sorely mistaken. A leader of a company does not make mistakes like you have done, mistakes like under-estimating the man that I am when I set foot in that ring, mistakes like talking down your peers that are the reason that you are where you are. Steve Awesome, in my mind you are nothing more than an arrogant piece of trash, talented, but too cocky for his own good. You may one day amount to being the world champion of a company like this one, but Sunday will not be your day. Steve, because I know your type, because I was just like you, I do know how to beat you, I do know weaknesses that you possess, weaknesses that I will exploit, and like the rest before you, you will fall at my feet at Picture Perfect. I know you hate me, I do not expect your respect or your adoration, but when you fall at my feet you will realize that while you are good, you are not yet great. Until you learn to swim like a shark, you will be nothing more than a small fish in a big pond.
Speaking of small…
~*~*~Lance stops for a moment and pulls the hood back up over his face and hangs his head low again as if collecting his thoughts.~*~*~[/i]
Lance Ryan: Trent Helms. I am going to come right out and be honest with you, I am truly sorry that I was not there at Collision. I know that my past shows that I am a backstabbing son of a bitch that will do anything for the upper hand, but I truly did not plan to leave you in the lurch at Collision. There is nothing that I would have enjoyed more than to get my hands around the necks of Spike and Manson, two men that I have beef with from the past, and whose paths I am sure I will cross again in the future.
Now with that aside, you were once a man that I held a deep hatred for. Nothing that you had done to me personally caused that hatred, but just the man that you were pissed me off. When I saw you speak it sent shivers up my spine, I wanted to fight you more than perhaps anyone in this company. However, over the past few weeks, I will admit that you gained my respect. Heading into our title match, you did everything in your power to stay away from underhanded tactics and dirty tricks, unlike Steve you kept your hands to yourself and waited for your shot…I saw a change starting to happen in you and I have to admit, I felt some respect seeping in. However, that all changed when I read your last blog. Reading as you went on about how I left you alone and it was a part of a master plan, reading about how you will feel regret when you stop me from honoring my grandfather, and then going on to try and start an unholy alliance with Steve Awesome…Trent, you showed weakness. As much as Steve’s weakness is his arrogance, yours is much more substantial…your weakness is in your mind.
For months and months now you have been watching me win the big day matches, you have watched as I trail blazed a career the likes not seen in ages, and likely not to be seen again, you watched greatness, and I know that it ate you up inside, and you longed for your shot…well he comes that chance, and now you are doubting your abilities. The Trent Helms that I have come to know in the past months is not a man that would mention his injuries, is not a man that would ask for help, Trent Helms is a man that pushes it to the limit every time that he goes out there and doesn’t stop until either he wins, or everyone is thoroughly entertained. Trent, asking Steve to work with you to take me out shows that all of that has changed, your mind is not straight, if you do not believe in yourself, who will? What has happened to the Trent that everyone knew was going to defeat anyone in his way?
~*~*~Lance takes a swig of water out of the pitcher now and clears his throat.~*~*~[/i]
Lance Ryan: Trent, let’s look at reality for a moment, shall we? You used to be the feel good story of the year, a small man fighting in a big man’s world. Height against you, weight against you, injuries against you…yet you overcame it all to rise to the top of the crop. I wont insult you with the usual midget jokes because frankly you have always impressed me. But the fact is that something in you has changed. You now have all of the talent in the world, but you do not have the self esteem to go with it. You remind me a lot of the middle of my career actually. The point where I realized that acting like Steve was not going to get me anywhere but the dog house, I cut it all down and went too far the other way. Whereas when I was arrogant I would win matches but get nowhere because of the size of my ego, when I cut the ego back I lost all of my esteem and started to lose matches because I didn’t believe I could do it anymore. Trent, you are ALMOST at the pinnacle, but again you do not have the tools to make it to the top of the heap and be the number one dog. You need to find the balance before you can be the best, you are closer than Steve, but still not there.
~*~*~Lance is interrupted by a knock at the door and then the sound of the door opening. A doctor walks onto the screen.~*~*~[/i]
Doctor: Lance, your brother is here to see you, may I let him in?
Lance Ryan: Yes, you may. I think I will be ready to leave here this evening doc. I think I have my mind in the right place. If you could bring me the paperwork I will sign for my release and pay you in cash. Thank you for everything.
Doctor: I will leave them at the desk. No problem. I am just thankful that you were smart enough to get yourself in here in time.
Lance Ryan: Thanks again.
~*~*~The door closes and then opens again and Matthew walks in the room and takes a seat on the bed beside his brother. He takes a look at Lance and then Lance drops the hood.~*~*~[/i]
Lance Ryan: Thank you for bringing me the tape and the copy of the blog. I think that it showed me exactly what I needed to see. I needed to realize that no matter how much things have gone to ****, I have a responsibility and a job to do. That is to make sure that the World Title stays upon the shoulder of someone that is capable of carrying this company. While Steve has the skills he is too arrogant and brash to be at the top, and while Trent has the skills, he doesn’t have the confidence to do the work day to day that is expected of the champion. The reality is that I need to go out there on Sunday and once again do what I do best. Put on a show, please the crowd and make sure that I keep this belt until a credible challenger comes along. Steve and Trent are not it, together they would make one hell of a wrestler, but apart…they just don’t cut it. Another day, two more wasted efforts.
Matthew: Ready to go home?
Lance Ryan: Yep. The paperwork is at the front desk. It’s time to spend a few days making sure that my star is cranked up to it’s brightest. Picture Perfect is going to be another feather in my cap, another successful defense of my title, and another great day for the company that I lead. Hell or high water, this title is going to end up going where it’s deserved.
~*~*~Both men rise up off of the bed and walk out of the room. A doctor walks into the room after they leave and turns the light on. Written all over the walls in red ink is “Trent Helms” and “Steve Awesome”.~*~*~[/i]
~*~*~Lance Ryan truly has become the poster boy of determination during his wrestling career and his personal life. It seems as though if it weren’t for bad luck, the nCw Champion would truly have no luck at all. Through Lance’s life there have been struggles aplenty. However, never in his career, especially in his time as nCw Champion, has Lance seemed to be in such a hard luck place. Since the loss of his grandfather it seems as though Lance has lost his mind. Driven to the brink of suicide once again, heading into a match that many feel assured that he will lose, and generally at a crossroads in his professional career. Many wonder what is really left for the true icon of this business if he indeed loses on Sunday. What more can a man of Lance’s stature do in this business…ironically the one man that knows, is the man that is currently residing in a mental hospital.~*~*~
~*~*~We come to life in a dimly lit room, as the camera adjusts we realize that we are once again inside of the small room that Lance calls home after his breakdown. Lance is sitting upon the bed in the same position that he was in when we last saw him. Head down, hood pulled over his face. Due to the lack of light in the room we can barely see the champion, but there is no doubt that that is who is upon the bead. The same dejected body language that we saw last time from him. After about thirty seconds of silence, and some shaking of the camera Lance speaks up without raising his head.~*~*~[/i]
Lance Ryan: Is it ready? Just leave it on the tri-pod and leave please.
~*~*~There is the sound of soft footsteps and then a door closing as we can no doubt guess that Lance is now alone in the room with the camera. The nCw Champion does not move still but begins to sing in a very even and seemingly controlled voice.~*~*~[/i]
Lance Ryan:
See all those people on the ground
Wasting time
I try to hold it all inside
But just for tonight
The top of the world
Sitting here wishing
The things I've become
That something is missing
Maybe I...
But what do I know
~*~*~After singing this Lance lifts his head a little bit but keeps the hood over his face.~*~*~[/i]
Lance Ryan: It never ceases to amaze me the liberties that people take in this business. When you are the world champion it seems that nothing is really sacred. People will take whatever shots that they deem necessary to try and get an upper hand of sorts on you, say anything to try and make themselves feel more secure and more prepared than they really are. I had my brother bring me in tapes of the promos that were cut by Steve and Trent and I must admit that they can at least talk a good game. It was a few weeks ago now that these two men came to me and basically begged for title shots. Both men said that they were deserving and I am not going to lie, both of these men are very deserving of being in this match with me and both of these men are very capable of taking the title from around my waist. There were a few things that bothered me however, firstly was the way that both men attacked my character without abandon, and secondly was the fact that Steve Awesome manages to believe that he is indeed better than everyone before him and everyone after him. While it bothered me, I do not see it as a fault.
~*~*~Lance pauses for a moment and pushes a call button that is beside his bed.~*~*~[/i]
Voice: Can I help you Mr. Ryan?
~*~*~Lance responds in a very calm collected voice.~*~*~[/i]
Lance Ryan: Can I please get a pitcher of water and a glass?
Voice: Yes Mr. Ryan. Just give me a minute or two.
Lance Ryan: Thank you.
Now, there is a lot of metaphor in this match that I think is being overlooked by many of the people involved. There is no hiding the fact that I am the veteran of this match, and that I am the old guy of the bunch, but what I found funny as I passed all of the information over my mind is the parallels between myself, Trent and Steve.
In Steve Awesome, we have a brash young man that feels and acts as though he is better than absolutely everyone around him. Steve flaunts his money, plays to the women and talks down everyone that is poorer than he is. The fact of the matter is that Steve reminds me of a very young Lance. When I first broke into this business it was nothing more than an outlet for me. After the loss of my youngest sibling I was angry. Angry at myself, angry at the people that did what they did to him, and angry at pretty much the entire world. To me, wrestling was an excuse to go out night after night and kick the **** out of people. While I did that I started to get good at it too, I started to rake in the cash, I started to have women chasing after me and I will admit, I treated everyone around me like ****. I used to be the one throwing the lavish parties for the common people, I threw them because I knew that everyone that showed up would worship the very ground that I walked on, and that’s what made me feel good about myself. Fact is, Steve is almost a carbon copy of who I once was, but there is a lot of irony in that. Steve, I have to ask you what you were thinking, what on earth were you thinking when you chose what you chose to attack me with? Of all of the things that I have done, of all of the things that you could try and use against me, you chose two of the stupidest things, not very smart for a man that is respected and mentioned as a great wrestling mind. From all of my past, you decide to attack me for doing whatever it takes to win and being an asshole…and then you state that my past opponents weren’t really all that great?
~*~*~Lance is interrupted as there is the sound of a door opening and an orderly comes on the scene with a pitcher of water and a glass. Lance immediately take the pitcher and fills up his glass and chugs the entire thing down. The orderly is still standing by Lance and staring at the camera. He is staring wide eyed at Lance like he cannot believe who he is seeing.~*~*~[/i]
Orderly: May I ask you something really quick? You are Lance Ryan, the nCw World Champion right? Would you be alright with giving me an autograph sir?
~*~*~Lance stares up at the man and slowly pulls the hood off of his head and we see a stone cold stare at the man from the champ.~*~*~[/i]
Lance Ryan: You are asking me for an autograph? I am sitting in a mental hospital because I tried to kill myself due to emotional instability, and you have the outright audacity to ask if I will sign my name to a piece of paper so that you can show it to all of your friends and say that you once served the certifiably insane world champion a pitcher of water? Get the hell out of my room you insolent son of a bitch! I can’t believe the nerve of you peons that work here. Do you know that I make more money in one wrestling match than you make in your entire miserable year at this job? I deserve to be treated better than this…get the hell out of here!
~*~*~The orderly looks visibly shaken by this exchange and turns to leave the room really quickly. As he almost gets to the door Lance takes the glass and pitches it at the wall just above the man’s head and it shatters. We see a few shards of glass fly on screen and then hear the door quickly close.~*~*~[/i]
Lance Ryan: Unsightly twit. Now where the hell was I?
Steve, do you realize the completely idiotic nature of your comments about how much of an asshole I have been? How I cheat to win, how I will do anything to keep my spot and most of all how I have no remorse for it. Who is the nCw Champion, after clean wins over Dave Holland and Reckless Jack? Who is the man that is fighting on his own? Then I ask you, who is the shameless coward that is a part of the Corporate Empire? I am not the one that has a band of merry men following him around and doing his dirty work, I am not the man that has people hired for doing everything for me…I wouldn’t be surprised if you have someone paid to wipe your ass every day. Steve, there is a huge difference between you and I now, and the fact that you can’t see it proves that you are not ready, you are still green when it comes to this business. You are the one that is willing to cheat to win against me, I have not ruled out the fact that it will likely be the Corporate Empire and Trent Helms against me at Picture Perfect, but the reality is that I don’t need a bunch of people to watch my back, I feel secure that I am capable of defeating you on Sunday. I cannot get past the fact that you are so willing to attack me for my past, when my past is your present.
I have news for you though Steve, you mention how you are ready to lead a big mainstream company like nCw, I think that you are sorely mistaken. A leader of a company does not make mistakes like you have done, mistakes like under-estimating the man that I am when I set foot in that ring, mistakes like talking down your peers that are the reason that you are where you are. Steve Awesome, in my mind you are nothing more than an arrogant piece of trash, talented, but too cocky for his own good. You may one day amount to being the world champion of a company like this one, but Sunday will not be your day. Steve, because I know your type, because I was just like you, I do know how to beat you, I do know weaknesses that you possess, weaknesses that I will exploit, and like the rest before you, you will fall at my feet at Picture Perfect. I know you hate me, I do not expect your respect or your adoration, but when you fall at my feet you will realize that while you are good, you are not yet great. Until you learn to swim like a shark, you will be nothing more than a small fish in a big pond.
Speaking of small…
~*~*~Lance stops for a moment and pulls the hood back up over his face and hangs his head low again as if collecting his thoughts.~*~*~[/i]
Lance Ryan: Trent Helms. I am going to come right out and be honest with you, I am truly sorry that I was not there at Collision. I know that my past shows that I am a backstabbing son of a bitch that will do anything for the upper hand, but I truly did not plan to leave you in the lurch at Collision. There is nothing that I would have enjoyed more than to get my hands around the necks of Spike and Manson, two men that I have beef with from the past, and whose paths I am sure I will cross again in the future.
Now with that aside, you were once a man that I held a deep hatred for. Nothing that you had done to me personally caused that hatred, but just the man that you were pissed me off. When I saw you speak it sent shivers up my spine, I wanted to fight you more than perhaps anyone in this company. However, over the past few weeks, I will admit that you gained my respect. Heading into our title match, you did everything in your power to stay away from underhanded tactics and dirty tricks, unlike Steve you kept your hands to yourself and waited for your shot…I saw a change starting to happen in you and I have to admit, I felt some respect seeping in. However, that all changed when I read your last blog. Reading as you went on about how I left you alone and it was a part of a master plan, reading about how you will feel regret when you stop me from honoring my grandfather, and then going on to try and start an unholy alliance with Steve Awesome…Trent, you showed weakness. As much as Steve’s weakness is his arrogance, yours is much more substantial…your weakness is in your mind.
For months and months now you have been watching me win the big day matches, you have watched as I trail blazed a career the likes not seen in ages, and likely not to be seen again, you watched greatness, and I know that it ate you up inside, and you longed for your shot…well he comes that chance, and now you are doubting your abilities. The Trent Helms that I have come to know in the past months is not a man that would mention his injuries, is not a man that would ask for help, Trent Helms is a man that pushes it to the limit every time that he goes out there and doesn’t stop until either he wins, or everyone is thoroughly entertained. Trent, asking Steve to work with you to take me out shows that all of that has changed, your mind is not straight, if you do not believe in yourself, who will? What has happened to the Trent that everyone knew was going to defeat anyone in his way?
~*~*~Lance takes a swig of water out of the pitcher now and clears his throat.~*~*~[/i]
Lance Ryan: Trent, let’s look at reality for a moment, shall we? You used to be the feel good story of the year, a small man fighting in a big man’s world. Height against you, weight against you, injuries against you…yet you overcame it all to rise to the top of the crop. I wont insult you with the usual midget jokes because frankly you have always impressed me. But the fact is that something in you has changed. You now have all of the talent in the world, but you do not have the self esteem to go with it. You remind me a lot of the middle of my career actually. The point where I realized that acting like Steve was not going to get me anywhere but the dog house, I cut it all down and went too far the other way. Whereas when I was arrogant I would win matches but get nowhere because of the size of my ego, when I cut the ego back I lost all of my esteem and started to lose matches because I didn’t believe I could do it anymore. Trent, you are ALMOST at the pinnacle, but again you do not have the tools to make it to the top of the heap and be the number one dog. You need to find the balance before you can be the best, you are closer than Steve, but still not there.
~*~*~Lance is interrupted by a knock at the door and then the sound of the door opening. A doctor walks onto the screen.~*~*~[/i]
Doctor: Lance, your brother is here to see you, may I let him in?
Lance Ryan: Yes, you may. I think I will be ready to leave here this evening doc. I think I have my mind in the right place. If you could bring me the paperwork I will sign for my release and pay you in cash. Thank you for everything.
Doctor: I will leave them at the desk. No problem. I am just thankful that you were smart enough to get yourself in here in time.
Lance Ryan: Thanks again.
~*~*~The door closes and then opens again and Matthew walks in the room and takes a seat on the bed beside his brother. He takes a look at Lance and then Lance drops the hood.~*~*~[/i]
Lance Ryan: Thank you for bringing me the tape and the copy of the blog. I think that it showed me exactly what I needed to see. I needed to realize that no matter how much things have gone to ****, I have a responsibility and a job to do. That is to make sure that the World Title stays upon the shoulder of someone that is capable of carrying this company. While Steve has the skills he is too arrogant and brash to be at the top, and while Trent has the skills, he doesn’t have the confidence to do the work day to day that is expected of the champion. The reality is that I need to go out there on Sunday and once again do what I do best. Put on a show, please the crowd and make sure that I keep this belt until a credible challenger comes along. Steve and Trent are not it, together they would make one hell of a wrestler, but apart…they just don’t cut it. Another day, two more wasted efforts.
Matthew: Ready to go home?
Lance Ryan: Yep. The paperwork is at the front desk. It’s time to spend a few days making sure that my star is cranked up to it’s brightest. Picture Perfect is going to be another feather in my cap, another successful defense of my title, and another great day for the company that I lead. Hell or high water, this title is going to end up going where it’s deserved.
~*~*~Both men rise up off of the bed and walk out of the room. A doctor walks into the room after they leave and turns the light on. Written all over the walls in red ink is “Trent Helms” and “Steve Awesome”.~*~*~[/i]