Post by Falcon on Jun 13, 2008 8:45:52 GMT -6
"Don't save me..
Don't save me..
Cuz I don't care..
Don't save me..
Don't save me..
Cuz I don't care.."
Jared Leto (30 Seconds to Mars)
(The screen is grainy. Like the camera was on, but some yokel forgot to remove the lenscap before he started filiming. The words above scroll over the blackness, superimposed on the film in post production. Their significance is unknown, but there they are. The words fade, and Falcon begins talking from out of the black.)
June fifteenth. It means different things to different people. This year, it falls on Sunday. A day we call.. Father's day. People like Angel, Lance Ryan, Leonard Fox and probably several others in this company will get those all important phone calls from their offspring, telling them how much they love them and how appreciated they are. Most of us will call our fathers, should they still be walking the earth, to tell them many of the same things. Some of us will take a trip up to our hometowns to see where our fathers are buried. Some of us will say a silent prayer for the souls of our fathers who were never around as children. Me? I won't be getting one of those calls. I won't be giving one either. I'll be in Boston, at Saint Christophers Cemetary. Standing over the grave of Jefferson Braddock, with a half dozen Crysanthemums in my hand, wishing him in his place of departation.. a Happy Father's day. He won't say anything back of course, but in my mind.. I always hear the same things from him. "I'm proud of you".. "I love you".. well, maybe this time I'll hear a third thing.
"Happy Birthday, son"
That's right.. six one five one nine seven eight. June fifteeth, ninteen seventy eight. While everyones enjoying their day celebrating the glory of their fatherhood, I'll be sitting there reflecting back on all of my thirty years of life. Not that I expect most of you to care, I mean, most of you don't actually know me. Just something I'd thought I'd mention. As long as I've been wrestling I've never recalled their being an event held on my birthday, much less one of this magnitude. But to most of you, just another Sunday where you pack up the car and go somewhere to chill and watch nCw action live on pay per view. I was always told that following this career path I would never make it this far. That some dreadful accident would happen that would cut my life short. That the best I could hope for was to become only paralyzed instead of dead. But here I am.. almost thirteen years in.. still standing on my own. Aside from that one back injury three years ago, I've never needed more than a few days in the hospital. Aside from that, never needed any major reconstructive surgery. To say I've been lucky is putting it mildly. I'm virtually a walking horseshoe and rabbits foot from day one. But, mother and father were convinced that I was doomed. I can still see the pained look on Dads face when I told him I was going to wrestling school in Connecticut. The way he looked at me.. almost shattered my convictions. We didn't talk much after that. When I left home, it was almost as if he'd forgotten about me. And since he did, so did Mom. My sister too. I was the outcast from then on, no longer really belonging anywhere. I'm not bitter or anything. He was old fashioned. Work all day every day to provide for your family. Get a normal job working hard for your money. Not running around in facepaint and jumping off of stuff. Just be Kyle Braddock, don't become someone you're not. But since I didn't listen, I was all of a sudden persona non grata in the house I grew up in. But, even that didn't teach me the lesson I should have learned.
(More words across the screen, still black.)
"This one had it coming
This one found a vein
This one was an accident
That never gave me pain
This one was my fathers hand
This one you can't see
This one had me scared to death
But I guess I should be glad I'm not dead.
Yeah
Cut right into me.
Yeah
Because I am made of scars
Yes I am made of scars
Yeah"
Corey Taylor (Stone Sour)
Scars. I have many. My body looks like a roadmap of pain. People always ask why do I wrestle with a shirt on. Because I learned that it provides some type of comfort and protection. That's why. It's not much.. I still get pretty bruised and occasionally cut up like a fiend, but whatever helps.. helps. Many times in those early years I wondered if I had made the wrong decision. If I should just go out and become an accountant or something. It might not be apparent to you people watching at home, but I'm pretty smart, not Davey Ortega smart, but pretty smart nonetheless. Yeah, I was that model student back in school that you wanted to sit next to come test time. I was the kid you begged for help when you were going to fail off the football team. Of course, I wasn't without my own list of accomplishments. I was co-captain of my high school hockey team, led my senior baseball squad in RBIs and Stolen bases. So when I went into wrestling, it was a shock to quite a few people more than my family. Boston College was pretty shocked too. Full, free ride for four years, and I turned them down to go wrestle in some dirty high school gym. Back then, not the smartest decision, but now.. seems I was pretty good at seeing the future.
(More words.)
"He's got a head full of ideas
That you wouldn't believe
And he's got
A heart made of pure gold
Something else
Many tricks up his sleeve
You might think he's a jester
Because he'll
Make you laugh til you cry
And what else
Better come with your best
If you test him
Unless you're ready to die."
Nick Hexum (311)
I told all of you that for a simple reason. Most of you, don't actually know me. The ones that do, have seemingly forgotten everything they used to know. Maniac of all people should know why what he did angered me. Nothing about the Social Distortion strikes me as honorable. Spike lost his title, then lost his mind. He started twisting his thoughts into a tangled mess of self serving retribution. A sort of .. "I'm a former World Champion so I'm entirely justified in doing whatever the hell I feel like.". That sounds like Adultman to me, Chris. Someone you fought tooth and nail to prevent from having real power to do the very same thing you're helping someone do now.. hold everyone else down. Xavier Williams is far too busy reaping the benefits of Spikes temper tantrums to realize that the very thing he's supposed to stand for left him a long time ago. I mean honestly.. first he follows Lance and.. I guess he's Brad Kane now.. around like an obediant puppy. Watches as they accomplish little, and then, points to it like it was ground shaking. Let me get this straight.. in the Ages entire existance.. they managed to steal the world title from someone.. then invite him into the group as a "consolation prize" and then.. immediately fell apart. Gee, maybe I see now why Spike is so pissed off at the world. Now Xavier runs into the waiting arms of another group, always needing someone else to follow behind.. so much for the one man crusade. Reminds me.. a lot of Ethanol.. doesn't it Chris? Even when Adultman wasn't with the Connection.. Ethanol needed someone to follow. Needed someone to hold his hand everywhere he went. Xavier didn't win that title on his own, and he won't be able to hold onto it on his own either. I'd love to say otherwise, but.. my hands are tied.
"If I'm killed by the questions like a cancer
Then I'll be buried in the silence of the answer
By Myself."
Mike Shinoda (Linkin Park)
It's easy to call me all those names Chris. But the one thing I noticed, is that behind all your apparent disregard and disrespect, you're hiding something. When you came out that first time, you called me a replacement for Faith. That I was just there to be some underling you could command around. But you know that I eclipsed Faith in every way. Everything he did, I did twice. Everything he couldn't do, I did. I became your right hand. You could count on me like you wanted to be able to count on Faith. Then you made that stupid agreement with Tyrant. And were forced to walk away. Then what happened? You disapeared off the face of the planet. No call, no nothing. You just gave up. Instead of being the Maniac we knew, the Maniac we counted on.. you just turned your back on all of us. Ed had his new toy. And you just left us there to pick of the pieces. Then PWW closed and I found myself unemployed. Talon went off to Hollywood. I went off to have my reconstructive back surgery so I could keep wrestling. Then it was rehab to get my physical limits back. Then independant shows to shake off the rust of not competing for a little more than a year. After that, yeah I scouted around. Up until nCw I had found only two places that were willing to hire me. The first folded under the pressure of bankruptcy. The second one gave me a trial run and then "let me go because of contractual issues". That means one of two things.. they either didn't have the money or someone didn't want me to outshine them and threatened to walk. I cared for neither reason. Then I came here.. watching Lance Ryan, Spike Kane, Trent Helms.. people I didn't know competing like I wished people would. Then I looked around.. and there was Angel.. and Adam Knite, people I did recognize. People who only worked for reputable companies. So I knew this was the real deal. That's why I'm here. Hell why would I follow Angel here, knowing he wanted to kill my ass? Because I don't run from my problems. Tyrant ****ed with my head for weeks. I could have just taken the low road and avoided it. But I was the *** damned Cruiserweight Champion. I was the example for those others. I lost both that title to Aaron "I'm a douche" Knight and my dignity to Tyrant at the same damn show. I didn't crack, I didn't run off and cry like a girl. I stood there, learned from my mistakes, and fought on, like I always do.
"I can't punch hard enough
I can't kick high enough
I can't shoot straight enough
I can't hold on enough
I can't stay down enough
I can't take pain enough
I can't bleed fast enough
I can't die dead enough
I don't know what I'm running from
I don't know where I'm running to
There's something deep and strange inside of me
I don't know what I'm running from
I don't know where I'm running to
Somethings compelling me
To run into the dark."
Dave Mustaine (Megadeth)
Your other face is showing Chris. You place all this venom on Angel. You call him evil, a manipulator, a self serving asshole. You do realize you're basically him, only angrier right? I mean come on, you told us what to do and we did it. I didn't always agree with you, but I saw the point in every decision you made. It's not easy for someone like you to grasp the concept of such a thing. You see someone doing what you say, and you assume obedience and loyalty. You assume that had you said, "Jump off a bridge" I'd of done it. You want to tell me that I'm not worth anything? You want to make all these bull**** character accusations about me like you know what I've been through? Fine, you do that. I'll just go out there and show you personally what I thought you'd of seen over the time we rolled together. I fight for the ideal, not the man. The Corporate Connection tried to hold you down, I fought for you. The Social Distortion is trying to hold Angel down, so I'll fight for him. That's why you picked me, that's why he picked me. You KNOW that. You just won't admit it anymore because then you don't have anything else to make fun of me for. You don't have any reason to be mad at me. But whatever, you've never been one to listen to reason. You want to be mad? Fine, be mad. You want a piece of me yourself next week? You got it. Cage, Ladder, Last Man Standing, Buried Alive, Parking lot brawl, backyard barbeque, Falcon has to die for this match to end match.. name it.. you got it Chris. You made yourself a Legend in the past, time to show me you still got it.
"Take a pulse
Keep our hearts from breaking minutes to..
Six Feet Deep
A Funeral for all the love we lost
Bury Yesterday
Things I've never said before
Always Six Feet Deep"
Morgan Lander ( Kittie)
As for you Rob.. I look at you and I see nothing but potential. You'll be on top of this business someday, I just hope I'll still be here to see it. But right now, you're young and you've got something to prove to all your naysayers. That's fine. You'll understand in time as to what it is you'll really need to do. One day you'll look back and learn from everything you've done up until this point. This isn't a comic book, a movie or a t.v. show Rob. This is real life. There are no heroes, there are no villains. There's just people. The point is you have to fight for what you believe in, and no what everyone else says you should believe. You called Angel the epitome of evil, said that he needed to be stopped for his actions. Just remember, everything you think he is.. is not even the half of some of the other people I've seen. Some of them, are people you yourself even know personally. I make no excuses for the actions of others, and offer only reasons for the actions of myself. Just remember to keep your mind open, and let no-one tell you what you should believe. Despite what Chris might say, that's what I've done. I don't expect you to believe me. But someday, you'll realize how right I actually am.
"So why does there only have to be
One correct philosophy?
I don't want to go and follow you
Just to end up like one of them
And why are you always telling me
What you want me to believe
I'd like to think I can go my own way
And meet you in the end
Go my own way
And meet you in the end
I'm not ever gonna know
If I'm right or wrong
Cuz we're all going in the same direction
I'm not sure which way to go
Because all along
We've been going in the same direction"
Doug Robb (Hoobastank)
This is the second time since I've been here that I've had to deal with a malcontented old friend trying to tell me what's real, trying to kick my ass to "show me the light". The only thing Angel showed me is that there's nothing wrong with being the way I am. I wonder Chris, if maybe you've been holding back from me. If you really meant what you said, or if you are just trying to get under my skin like the Maniac I know would do. I guess I'll just have to find out, one way or another. I'm only human Chris. I don't always make the right decisions. But so far, you haven't logically argued against me, so the only thing left for you is to prove it in the ring. Just in case you were wondering.. You're still someone I look up to.
(End Transmission.)
Here I am
Alone
Situations overwhelming again
Be strong
I tell myself
But fall right back again
But hold on
I think I just realized something
Here I am
Right in your hands
There I am
Letting you take what you can
I won't let this happen again
No I'm too strong
To Fall again
Like hope
It's failing more each time I'm breathing
Decide
Right or wrong too many roads
A wounded soul in need
But hold on
I think I just realized something
Here I am
Right in your hands
There I am
Letting you take what you can
I won't let this happen again
No I'm too strong
To Fall again
I won't fall
I'm too strong
But hold on
I think I just realized something
Here I am
Right in your hands
There I am
Letting you take what you can
I won't let this happen again
No I'm too strong
To Fall again
Ryan Jordan (Greenwheel)
Don't save me..
Cuz I don't care..
Don't save me..
Don't save me..
Cuz I don't care.."
Jared Leto (30 Seconds to Mars)
(The screen is grainy. Like the camera was on, but some yokel forgot to remove the lenscap before he started filiming. The words above scroll over the blackness, superimposed on the film in post production. Their significance is unknown, but there they are. The words fade, and Falcon begins talking from out of the black.)
June fifteenth. It means different things to different people. This year, it falls on Sunday. A day we call.. Father's day. People like Angel, Lance Ryan, Leonard Fox and probably several others in this company will get those all important phone calls from their offspring, telling them how much they love them and how appreciated they are. Most of us will call our fathers, should they still be walking the earth, to tell them many of the same things. Some of us will take a trip up to our hometowns to see where our fathers are buried. Some of us will say a silent prayer for the souls of our fathers who were never around as children. Me? I won't be getting one of those calls. I won't be giving one either. I'll be in Boston, at Saint Christophers Cemetary. Standing over the grave of Jefferson Braddock, with a half dozen Crysanthemums in my hand, wishing him in his place of departation.. a Happy Father's day. He won't say anything back of course, but in my mind.. I always hear the same things from him. "I'm proud of you".. "I love you".. well, maybe this time I'll hear a third thing.
"Happy Birthday, son"
That's right.. six one five one nine seven eight. June fifteeth, ninteen seventy eight. While everyones enjoying their day celebrating the glory of their fatherhood, I'll be sitting there reflecting back on all of my thirty years of life. Not that I expect most of you to care, I mean, most of you don't actually know me. Just something I'd thought I'd mention. As long as I've been wrestling I've never recalled their being an event held on my birthday, much less one of this magnitude. But to most of you, just another Sunday where you pack up the car and go somewhere to chill and watch nCw action live on pay per view. I was always told that following this career path I would never make it this far. That some dreadful accident would happen that would cut my life short. That the best I could hope for was to become only paralyzed instead of dead. But here I am.. almost thirteen years in.. still standing on my own. Aside from that one back injury three years ago, I've never needed more than a few days in the hospital. Aside from that, never needed any major reconstructive surgery. To say I've been lucky is putting it mildly. I'm virtually a walking horseshoe and rabbits foot from day one. But, mother and father were convinced that I was doomed. I can still see the pained look on Dads face when I told him I was going to wrestling school in Connecticut. The way he looked at me.. almost shattered my convictions. We didn't talk much after that. When I left home, it was almost as if he'd forgotten about me. And since he did, so did Mom. My sister too. I was the outcast from then on, no longer really belonging anywhere. I'm not bitter or anything. He was old fashioned. Work all day every day to provide for your family. Get a normal job working hard for your money. Not running around in facepaint and jumping off of stuff. Just be Kyle Braddock, don't become someone you're not. But since I didn't listen, I was all of a sudden persona non grata in the house I grew up in. But, even that didn't teach me the lesson I should have learned.
(More words across the screen, still black.)
"This one had it coming
This one found a vein
This one was an accident
That never gave me pain
This one was my fathers hand
This one you can't see
This one had me scared to death
But I guess I should be glad I'm not dead.
Yeah
Cut right into me.
Yeah
Because I am made of scars
Yes I am made of scars
Yeah"
Corey Taylor (Stone Sour)
Scars. I have many. My body looks like a roadmap of pain. People always ask why do I wrestle with a shirt on. Because I learned that it provides some type of comfort and protection. That's why. It's not much.. I still get pretty bruised and occasionally cut up like a fiend, but whatever helps.. helps. Many times in those early years I wondered if I had made the wrong decision. If I should just go out and become an accountant or something. It might not be apparent to you people watching at home, but I'm pretty smart, not Davey Ortega smart, but pretty smart nonetheless. Yeah, I was that model student back in school that you wanted to sit next to come test time. I was the kid you begged for help when you were going to fail off the football team. Of course, I wasn't without my own list of accomplishments. I was co-captain of my high school hockey team, led my senior baseball squad in RBIs and Stolen bases. So when I went into wrestling, it was a shock to quite a few people more than my family. Boston College was pretty shocked too. Full, free ride for four years, and I turned them down to go wrestle in some dirty high school gym. Back then, not the smartest decision, but now.. seems I was pretty good at seeing the future.
(More words.)
"He's got a head full of ideas
That you wouldn't believe
And he's got
A heart made of pure gold
Something else
Many tricks up his sleeve
You might think he's a jester
Because he'll
Make you laugh til you cry
And what else
Better come with your best
If you test him
Unless you're ready to die."
Nick Hexum (311)
I told all of you that for a simple reason. Most of you, don't actually know me. The ones that do, have seemingly forgotten everything they used to know. Maniac of all people should know why what he did angered me. Nothing about the Social Distortion strikes me as honorable. Spike lost his title, then lost his mind. He started twisting his thoughts into a tangled mess of self serving retribution. A sort of .. "I'm a former World Champion so I'm entirely justified in doing whatever the hell I feel like.". That sounds like Adultman to me, Chris. Someone you fought tooth and nail to prevent from having real power to do the very same thing you're helping someone do now.. hold everyone else down. Xavier Williams is far too busy reaping the benefits of Spikes temper tantrums to realize that the very thing he's supposed to stand for left him a long time ago. I mean honestly.. first he follows Lance and.. I guess he's Brad Kane now.. around like an obediant puppy. Watches as they accomplish little, and then, points to it like it was ground shaking. Let me get this straight.. in the Ages entire existance.. they managed to steal the world title from someone.. then invite him into the group as a "consolation prize" and then.. immediately fell apart. Gee, maybe I see now why Spike is so pissed off at the world. Now Xavier runs into the waiting arms of another group, always needing someone else to follow behind.. so much for the one man crusade. Reminds me.. a lot of Ethanol.. doesn't it Chris? Even when Adultman wasn't with the Connection.. Ethanol needed someone to follow. Needed someone to hold his hand everywhere he went. Xavier didn't win that title on his own, and he won't be able to hold onto it on his own either. I'd love to say otherwise, but.. my hands are tied.
"If I'm killed by the questions like a cancer
Then I'll be buried in the silence of the answer
By Myself."
Mike Shinoda (Linkin Park)
It's easy to call me all those names Chris. But the one thing I noticed, is that behind all your apparent disregard and disrespect, you're hiding something. When you came out that first time, you called me a replacement for Faith. That I was just there to be some underling you could command around. But you know that I eclipsed Faith in every way. Everything he did, I did twice. Everything he couldn't do, I did. I became your right hand. You could count on me like you wanted to be able to count on Faith. Then you made that stupid agreement with Tyrant. And were forced to walk away. Then what happened? You disapeared off the face of the planet. No call, no nothing. You just gave up. Instead of being the Maniac we knew, the Maniac we counted on.. you just turned your back on all of us. Ed had his new toy. And you just left us there to pick of the pieces. Then PWW closed and I found myself unemployed. Talon went off to Hollywood. I went off to have my reconstructive back surgery so I could keep wrestling. Then it was rehab to get my physical limits back. Then independant shows to shake off the rust of not competing for a little more than a year. After that, yeah I scouted around. Up until nCw I had found only two places that were willing to hire me. The first folded under the pressure of bankruptcy. The second one gave me a trial run and then "let me go because of contractual issues". That means one of two things.. they either didn't have the money or someone didn't want me to outshine them and threatened to walk. I cared for neither reason. Then I came here.. watching Lance Ryan, Spike Kane, Trent Helms.. people I didn't know competing like I wished people would. Then I looked around.. and there was Angel.. and Adam Knite, people I did recognize. People who only worked for reputable companies. So I knew this was the real deal. That's why I'm here. Hell why would I follow Angel here, knowing he wanted to kill my ass? Because I don't run from my problems. Tyrant ****ed with my head for weeks. I could have just taken the low road and avoided it. But I was the *** damned Cruiserweight Champion. I was the example for those others. I lost both that title to Aaron "I'm a douche" Knight and my dignity to Tyrant at the same damn show. I didn't crack, I didn't run off and cry like a girl. I stood there, learned from my mistakes, and fought on, like I always do.
"I can't punch hard enough
I can't kick high enough
I can't shoot straight enough
I can't hold on enough
I can't stay down enough
I can't take pain enough
I can't bleed fast enough
I can't die dead enough
I don't know what I'm running from
I don't know where I'm running to
There's something deep and strange inside of me
I don't know what I'm running from
I don't know where I'm running to
Somethings compelling me
To run into the dark."
Dave Mustaine (Megadeth)
Your other face is showing Chris. You place all this venom on Angel. You call him evil, a manipulator, a self serving asshole. You do realize you're basically him, only angrier right? I mean come on, you told us what to do and we did it. I didn't always agree with you, but I saw the point in every decision you made. It's not easy for someone like you to grasp the concept of such a thing. You see someone doing what you say, and you assume obedience and loyalty. You assume that had you said, "Jump off a bridge" I'd of done it. You want to tell me that I'm not worth anything? You want to make all these bull**** character accusations about me like you know what I've been through? Fine, you do that. I'll just go out there and show you personally what I thought you'd of seen over the time we rolled together. I fight for the ideal, not the man. The Corporate Connection tried to hold you down, I fought for you. The Social Distortion is trying to hold Angel down, so I'll fight for him. That's why you picked me, that's why he picked me. You KNOW that. You just won't admit it anymore because then you don't have anything else to make fun of me for. You don't have any reason to be mad at me. But whatever, you've never been one to listen to reason. You want to be mad? Fine, be mad. You want a piece of me yourself next week? You got it. Cage, Ladder, Last Man Standing, Buried Alive, Parking lot brawl, backyard barbeque, Falcon has to die for this match to end match.. name it.. you got it Chris. You made yourself a Legend in the past, time to show me you still got it.
"Take a pulse
Keep our hearts from breaking minutes to..
Six Feet Deep
A Funeral for all the love we lost
Bury Yesterday
Things I've never said before
Always Six Feet Deep"
Morgan Lander ( Kittie)
As for you Rob.. I look at you and I see nothing but potential. You'll be on top of this business someday, I just hope I'll still be here to see it. But right now, you're young and you've got something to prove to all your naysayers. That's fine. You'll understand in time as to what it is you'll really need to do. One day you'll look back and learn from everything you've done up until this point. This isn't a comic book, a movie or a t.v. show Rob. This is real life. There are no heroes, there are no villains. There's just people. The point is you have to fight for what you believe in, and no what everyone else says you should believe. You called Angel the epitome of evil, said that he needed to be stopped for his actions. Just remember, everything you think he is.. is not even the half of some of the other people I've seen. Some of them, are people you yourself even know personally. I make no excuses for the actions of others, and offer only reasons for the actions of myself. Just remember to keep your mind open, and let no-one tell you what you should believe. Despite what Chris might say, that's what I've done. I don't expect you to believe me. But someday, you'll realize how right I actually am.
"So why does there only have to be
One correct philosophy?
I don't want to go and follow you
Just to end up like one of them
And why are you always telling me
What you want me to believe
I'd like to think I can go my own way
And meet you in the end
Go my own way
And meet you in the end
I'm not ever gonna know
If I'm right or wrong
Cuz we're all going in the same direction
I'm not sure which way to go
Because all along
We've been going in the same direction"
Doug Robb (Hoobastank)
This is the second time since I've been here that I've had to deal with a malcontented old friend trying to tell me what's real, trying to kick my ass to "show me the light". The only thing Angel showed me is that there's nothing wrong with being the way I am. I wonder Chris, if maybe you've been holding back from me. If you really meant what you said, or if you are just trying to get under my skin like the Maniac I know would do. I guess I'll just have to find out, one way or another. I'm only human Chris. I don't always make the right decisions. But so far, you haven't logically argued against me, so the only thing left for you is to prove it in the ring. Just in case you were wondering.. You're still someone I look up to.
(End Transmission.)
Here I am
Alone
Situations overwhelming again
Be strong
I tell myself
But fall right back again
But hold on
I think I just realized something
Here I am
Right in your hands
There I am
Letting you take what you can
I won't let this happen again
No I'm too strong
To Fall again
Like hope
It's failing more each time I'm breathing
Decide
Right or wrong too many roads
A wounded soul in need
But hold on
I think I just realized something
Here I am
Right in your hands
There I am
Letting you take what you can
I won't let this happen again
No I'm too strong
To Fall again
I won't fall
I'm too strong
But hold on
I think I just realized something
Here I am
Right in your hands
There I am
Letting you take what you can
I won't let this happen again
No I'm too strong
To Fall again
Ryan Jordan (Greenwheel)