Post by Lance "The Icon" Ryan on Jul 17, 2008 17:38:55 GMT -6
~*~*~A wise man once said that you should never write checks that your ass cannot cash. Perhaps the better analogy though is that people should not bite off more than they can chew or they may just choke. Whichever way you look at it, things are boiling now heading into the No Limits Ladder Match between Lance Ryan, Trent Helms, Spike Kane and Joe Everyman. Four men that feel that they are God’s gift to nCw will go to war in just a few short days. Four men with differing views of the other three in the match and four men that have, regardless of what others feel, earned their spot in what could easily be the biggest and most hard fought battle within the confides of an nCw ring. In one corner you have the young up and comer Joe Everyman; a man that is being overlooked by all three of his opponents, a man that quite frankly has done everything that he can here short of winning the World Title. In another corner you have the incomparable Spike Kane. Spike runs purely off of emotions and that can be a great benefit to him or a huge pitfall. Spike tends to act and then think later, but his history as a champion and hall of famer speak for themselves. In the third corner you have Trent Helms. A man that is hated as much as he is respected, Trent is a man that you can always count on to speak his mind and send daggers into the hearts of his waiting opponents, but most of all he is a man that lets it all hang out when something huge is on the line. Finally, the fourth member of this quartet is undeniably one of the best wrestlers to ever lace up the boots, he is a man that has held the World Title here longer than any man, he has held the title twice, more than any other man, and he is a man that admits that he will do anything and stab anyone in the back if it means that he holds his spot and continues to hold his title, thus earning the big bucks. So, you have the underdog, you have the eternal contender, you have the heart and soul, and you have the conniving champion. All of these are aspects of this match that make it not only combustible but guaranteed to explode. You have Lance and Spike who hate one another. You have Trent and Spike who hate each other. You have Trent and Lance who are by no means best of friends, and then you have Joe Everyman, the man that everyone hates to love. Perhaps that is the key here that everyone is missing. You have three men that hate one another more than anything in the world, and then you have a man that kind of flies under that radar. You have a man in Joe Everyman who may just be at an advantage because the other three men are out to kill one another. The only problem for Joe is that after all that he is still an underdog, a rookie to the scene in a match with veterans of the scene…long odds for Joe, but let’s face it, in a fatal four way no limits match, everyone has long odds.~*~*~
~*~*~A blustery winter wind is blowing outside of a huge picturesque window. This is the first sense that we get that we are currently not in the here and now. The sun is not shining and the ground is covered in snow, something that is just not seen in the heat of the summer in the Northern Hemisphere. We are taking in the beauty that truly is a part of winter in some parts of the country. The frost is hanging off of the trees and has a crystallized effect. The snow if falling peacefully and you just get the sense that if you were outside you would be taken aback by the silence outside of the four walls of the house that we are inside. Peaceful…truly the anti-thesis of what is going on within the four walls of this house however. We can hear screaming and shouting, two voices, both clearly in the thralls of one of love’s never-ending wars.~*~*~[/i]
Female Voice: I am just sick and tired of it. Every time I turn around you are leaving the house for some kind of interview or some kind of press conference or most of all some wrestling match. Don’t you know that it’s all fake? You of all people should know that everything that you do is fake. You read the script before you go out there, you know who is going to win before you walk through that curtain. You leave me and the baby behind, and all for what? So that you can go out and fulfill homoerotic fantasies with other men wearing spandex?
Male Voice: How can you tell me that what I do is entirely fake? What do you say about the four concussions that I have had? What do you say about the broken leg that I suffered? What do you say about the hundreds of scars that I have all over my body? Were those all scripted too?
Female Voice: That wouldn’t surprise me. Everything that you say is fake these days. Like the time that you told me that wrestling wouldn’t consume your life anymore after he was born. You told me that this would all change. That’s why I stayed, that’s why I had the baby. I believed you. I should have known better!
Male Voice: Oh come off of it. You don’t seem to complain when you swim in our pool, or when you drive your custom made sports car…seems to me that you seem to love the income that is coming in.
Female Voice: Something needs to replace the love that I don’t share with the father of my son.
~*~*~The camera pans around now and we see Lance Ryan. In front of him, as he sits on the couch is Cassandra Ryan. The mother of his son Zell, and the former love of his life, until it all went awry.~*~*~[/i]
Lance Ryan: Well, if you don’t love me, there is nothing that is keeping you here. You know where the door is, and you know how to use it. That is, if you haven’t grown too accustomed to having everything done for you.
Cassandra: Are you calling me lazy?
Lance Ryan: Well, you still appear to be carrying a baby, even though we both know that he’s been out of you for some time now.
~*~*~Cassandra grabs a vase off of the table beside her and throws it at Lance. She misses and the vase crashes against the wall behind the couch.~*~*~[/i]
Cassandra: How dare you call me fat and lazy! All that I do all day is slave over our child. Making sure that he is alright, making sure that he is content and making sure that he is fed and taken care of. Something that you don’t even do when you are here.
Lance Ryan: Hey, to be honest, I never asked for this baby. I didn’t ask to be a father. I was quite content to have you managing me and quite content to continue on with my very successful life. I didn’t want children, I didn’t want things that would hold me back. Why do you think that I have never seen my other son before? I didn’t want to be a tied down daddy that does some nine to five job and has to slave away at a desk. I love to be on the road, I love to feel the emotions of the fans and the other wrestlers as we go out there and put on a show.
Cassandra: Maybe Spike would have been a better father than you. At least he has a want to be a father. He lost his only son, and now, every time that I call my son’s name I am referring to a wrestler’s dead kid…these petty mind games have cost our son already. I am not sure that I can handle being with a wrestler anymore Lance, I know that I have said that before, and I know that you will say that I knew what I was getting into with you the second time around, but I can’t do it. I would rather be a single mother than be a mother to a son that has no idea he has a father.
Lance Ryan: I never said that he wouldn’t know about me. He is never going to remember these years anyways, I will be around as he gets older. Truth is I cant wrestle forever.
Cassandra: But these are the years that most parents live for. You are going to miss his first steps, his first words, his first everything. How can you live with that?
Lance Ryan: I have never cared much about those things. You do, and you will be here for them.
~*~*~Cassandra gets a really angry look on her face.~*~*~[/i]
Cassandra: I didn’t want to take things this far, but it appears that I have to. I have been talking to my mom and she is willing to let Zell and I move into her house until the court papers work there way through. I have been talking to a lawyer and he says that I can prove that this house should be mine because I have a son, but also that you are an unfit parent, and thus I will get full custody of our baby boy. Lance, I am going to pose this question to you one time, and one time only so make sure that you answer it from the heart. I don’t expect you to give up the wrestling for me, but I do want more of your time. You need to decide, it’s either a more relaxed schedule on the road, or I and Zell are out the door. So what is your choice Lance? Do you choose me and want me to stay, or do you choose wrestling, and want me out of your life forever?
~*~*~Lance looks up at Cassandra and calmly gets up off the couch and walks across the room.~*~*~[/i]
Lance Ryan: So this is it huh? It’s either you and Zell or a full time wrestling schedule?
Cassandra: Yes, that is what it has come down to.
Lance Ryan: You realize that I have had to make this decision before once right?
Cassandra: Yes, once when you were young and immature and had no idea what was important in your life. I know that you have changed since then.
~*~*~Lance walks to the door and opens the door and then looks back at Cassandra.~*~*~[/i]
Cassandra: I know that you likely need a walk to clear your head. Feel free, I can wait until you get back.
Lance Ryan: The door is not open for me. Grab Zell, grab some clothes and get the hell out of my house. I will see you in court.
~*~*~Cassandra breaks down instantly and starts to cry. She slumps down onto the couch and is in shock at Lance’s response. Lance turns and walks out of the room. After a moment he comes back with a suitcase that is clearly packed with clothes that have been thrown in there in haste as they are hanging out the sides. In his other arm is Zell who is crying as clearly he has been awakened by the fight. He drops the suitcase on the floor, takes Cassandra’s arm and puts Zell in it. He then picks up the telephone and dials a number.~*~*~[/i]
Lance Ryan: Come get your bitch of a daughter. She needs a ride to her new home. As far as you and the lawyer go, I could care less what a judge decides, I want no part of any of this anymore.
~*~*~Lance slams the phone down and looks at Cassandra.~*~*~[/i]
Lance Ryan: Now, I said get the hell out of my house. Your mom will be here soon no doubt, and as far as my possessions go. Take the house, take the kid, and take everything you want. I don’t love you, I haven’t for some time now. You will never win against my passion, and my passion is wrestling. GET OUT!
~*~*~Again, like last time, the scene goes black and we hear Lance’s voice but again cannot see anything on our screen.~*~*~[/i]
Lance Ryan: And such it went. You know the rest if you have been paying attention. Cassandra took everything away from me, my child, my home, almost everything that I owned…and for what? Because I wouldn’t give up doing something that I love? It was a huge farce if you ask me. As if that wasn’t enough, she went out of her way to track down my other son Jamie and the two of them tried to tear me apart from the inside. The trick in the end was on her however as Jamie and I schooled that bitch on just what it means to be a Ryan, but there was a time there when I had lost everything in my life except for wrestling. Perseverance is something else that it takes to be atop the wrestling world. Something that many men lack in life. Perseverance is all about overcoming any and all odds. No matter how deep the pile of **** is that you find yourself in, it’s about having the strength to pull yourself out. It is about not allowing anything or especially anyone drag you down and stop you from reaching your goals and achieving all that you want to achieve in life. I could have packed it all in for that bitch and her baby, instead in the end I ended up with everything that I wanted; My career, my child, and my escape from the grasps of a woman that loved me so much that she smothered me and was jealous of anything else that took up my time. That is what makes me sick about love. Somehow we are supposed to enjoy the fact that someone wants to be the only thing of importance in our lives? We are supposed to enjoy being controlled, being told how high to jump and what we need to do with our lives? Not this cat, I persevered through her smothering love and I broke her ****ing heart. Just like I will break the hearts of four men who have a love for something else this Sunday…Trent, Spike and Joe have a lust for my title that is disgusting to me…you see this belt is the only thing that I have ever loved, and I won’t be letting it go to any second class citizen this Sunday, I will once again overcome the odds and persevere.
~*~*~Our screens come to life with a huge mish mash of colors that are swirling around the scene. The colors are mixing and separating quickly making a wide array of different shades and different hues, slowly the colors fade however and we see Lance sitting outside underneath a tree. The summer sun is setting, actually it has nearly disappeared and we can even see the start of some stars in the dimming sky, and the moon can also be seen. Lance is atop a hill we see as the camera pans around. We can see that hill is high above a city and Lance is sitting and overlooking the city and it’s lights.~*~*~[/i]
Lance Ryan: It’s amazing really. All of those people down there are going on about their lives with no idea that I am up here watching their city from a distance. It’s a lot like what people are feeling about me right now. Every one of the fans is watching my every move, analyzing what I do and despising me as much as I despise the people down there. They are lower than me, the fans that is, they have no idea what I have gone through to get where I am. They have no idea what things have happened to me behind closed doors. That is why I have introduced to you the privy of some moments that have been hard on me, so that you can further understand why I am the man that I am today. Why I am cold, why I am callous, and most of all why I am the best at everything that I do. These incidents have made me into the uncaring person that I am today, and those incidents are what have made me into the man that will do anything that it takes to hold my spot…even cut off two baby mamas. One on her way to motherhood and one already there…put up against my own flesh and blood…which I have turned my back on…what makes you think that I won’t stoop lower against the scum that nCw is throwing at me this month?
Let’s start today with the man that I have already said is my toughest competition…Trent Helms. Trent has done nothing short of saying all of the right things to all of the right people so far going into this match. He is just like a cookie cutter face now. He bashes hard on the heels, Spike and I, and he comes down gently on the other “good guy” in the match, Joe Everyman. Trent, you really know how to play to the peons don’t you? I will give you credit there. You have indeed come a long way since the days when you pretended to be something that you aren’t…a heel from another planet. Trent, I do give you all of the respect in the world, I hate you, but yet I respect you…you speak of your demons, but I think that you are almost past them to be honest…you have achieved a lot in your time here, and you have really made Trent Helms a household name…but let’s be honest here…there is one demon that you cannot overcome and that is me. Trent, I want to remind you of how things went down last month, you had the title in your hands. You were looking down at a fallen former friend in Steve Awesome, and you knew that the title was yours. Nothing was standing in the way of your victory and your subsequent rise to power…nothing that is…except me. With the quick thinking and the lack of morality that I possess, I disposed of you. Tossed you right out of the ring and took your win, the title that would have been yours, and your self respect all in one swoop. You watched as just as quickly as it all was on your plate…it disappeared. It’s almost an analogy for your life isn’t it Trent? I mean…as much as my life hasn’t been roses of late…you kind of fell from grace in a hurry didn’t you? It wasn’t that long ago that you were holding titles, walking around with a beautiful wife, and being touted as the future of this business…but then it all fell apart…and in a hurry I might add. I don’t think that I have ever watched a man’s life fall apart as quickly as yours did. You lost your titles, you lost your woman…and then you lost our match. Everything seemed gone, but somehow you managed to keep hold and grasp another title shot…just when I thought that I had taken that last straw away from you, the promise of the future, here you are again.
Your wife is gone Trent, you need to get over it. Love isn’t worth it anyways, we all know that pancake nipples was only eye candy…half the locker room knows that she wasn’t that good in the sack anyway…don’t worry, we side with you on that one. A guy needs a good blow job, and Mercedes just wasn’t it…for any of us. The only demon that you need to be concerned with is the one that is standing between you and the fulfillment of the future…me. I have shoved you out of the picture before Trent, and you are right, you really do have nothing, but I do realize also that that makes you desperate. Many would see desperation in a No Limits match as a great asset, I however do not, I see you making a huge mistake in this match because you are notorious for it. You will risk life and limb to entertain and to win, and in a No Limits match that spells disaster. Trent, try and face your demons all that you want between now and Sunday, but let’s face it, I am all that stands between you and heaven or hell.
~*~*~Lance now rises to his feet and stretches his legs. He walks over to the side of the hill and the camera turns itself so that it can see the hill from Lance’s perspective. We get a look at a steep hill that one would not want to find themselves on as it looks like the cliff would not provide much help for someone starting to stumble.~*~*~[/i]
Lance Ryan: That brings me to Spike Kane. Spike, it’s a long fall off of this cliff. I certainly do not want to know what it would feel like to tumble ass over teakettles down that hill at a breakneck speed. No doubt someone would see you and think you nothing more than a fool. Wait. That is kind of a metaphor for your career isn’t it? I mean, the steep fall, the fall from grace, and people looking at you like a fool? It wasn’t all that long ago that you were the World Champion, and it was even more recent that you were named as a hall of famer…odd now that you have become such a joke isn’t it? Spike Kane…Trent seems to think that you are the favorite in our match but I definitely beg to differ. As much as I call Joe the underdog, I think that its clear that you are the sure bet to lose. Look what has become of you, not a hell of a lot really. You are clinging to the coat-tails of management and other talents, you are bending and breaking rules, pissing people off and making things up as you go along. Come to think of it, I think that I have seen this all before…I am not quite sure where however…ah, that’s right…Davey Ortega. It seems to me that at one time you dethroned Davey…took his spot so to speak. Now you are falling at a faster speed than even he could fall, and really there is nothing that you can do to stop your momentum now Spike. You are copying his path, following his lead, and soon you will be known as the classic choke artist. Honestly, I have no need to concern myself with you, there is no chance that you will win on Sunday, you have already guaranteed that, you pissed me off Spike, and payback is a bitch. I hope that you do retire after you lose to be honest, after all, we don’t need more trash stinking this place up, we have more than enough already, for the love of god retire while you still have a shard of self respect left. This Sunday you will reach the bottom of your cliff and millions of people will be watching you roll to a stop at the end of the decline…and believe me they will know then that you are truly a fool. Over your head Spike, just like your career.
~*~*~Lance stops looking down the cliff now and turns and looks up at the tree that he was sitting underneath earlier. We see the nCw title hanging from one of the tree branches.~*~*~[/i]
Lance Ryan: There it is, my reason for living. Joe, isn’t it beautiful? Mark my words, that piece of gold is more beautiful than any child or woman could ever be. It doesn’t talk back, it doesn’t tell you what to do, it doesn’t get angry, it’s just there. Always looking you back in the eyes…that piece of gold there is my true love Joe. I only hope that one day you will be able to feel love like that. I hope that you will be able to hold something in your arms and know that you have finally made it to where you want to be. I am of course not speaking of that bodacious skank that you waltz around with on your arm right now. Much like Trent once was, you are too concerned with the eye candy and not concerned enough with the prize. In all honesty though man, welcome to the main event. This is your first shot in nCw and you must be gushing with pride. You must be absolutely busting from the seams. You get to step foot into the ring with Trent Helms, Spike Kane and Lance Ryan…sorry about your damn luck kid. It’s going to be one hell of a learning experience for you Joe, but don’t give yourself too much credit, you will never leave with the gold. I have been at the top far too long and I have been in this game for far too long, there is no way that some upstart is going to throw anything at me that I won’t see coming. You said it best, you are coming for me Joe? Come and get me.
All three of you seem to finally be starting to realize it. I have it all. I have fortune, I have fame, I have women, I have my kids, I have the gold…Trent has demons. Spike has retirement. Joe has hope. But at the end of the day it’s nothing. I have it all and you three have exactly that…nothing. I will persevere.
FiN[/i]
I got, shots to give come and get me
Y'all wanna rob the kid? Come and get me
I won't, part with this come and get me
I worked, hard for this come and get me
I got, shots to give, COME AND GET ME..
COME AND GET ME..
Y'all wanna rob the kid? Come and get me
I won't, part with this come and get me
I worked, hard for this come and get me
I got, shots to give, COME AND GET ME..
COME AND GET ME..
~*~*~A blustery winter wind is blowing outside of a huge picturesque window. This is the first sense that we get that we are currently not in the here and now. The sun is not shining and the ground is covered in snow, something that is just not seen in the heat of the summer in the Northern Hemisphere. We are taking in the beauty that truly is a part of winter in some parts of the country. The frost is hanging off of the trees and has a crystallized effect. The snow if falling peacefully and you just get the sense that if you were outside you would be taken aback by the silence outside of the four walls of the house that we are inside. Peaceful…truly the anti-thesis of what is going on within the four walls of this house however. We can hear screaming and shouting, two voices, both clearly in the thralls of one of love’s never-ending wars.~*~*~[/i]
Female Voice: I am just sick and tired of it. Every time I turn around you are leaving the house for some kind of interview or some kind of press conference or most of all some wrestling match. Don’t you know that it’s all fake? You of all people should know that everything that you do is fake. You read the script before you go out there, you know who is going to win before you walk through that curtain. You leave me and the baby behind, and all for what? So that you can go out and fulfill homoerotic fantasies with other men wearing spandex?
Male Voice: How can you tell me that what I do is entirely fake? What do you say about the four concussions that I have had? What do you say about the broken leg that I suffered? What do you say about the hundreds of scars that I have all over my body? Were those all scripted too?
Female Voice: That wouldn’t surprise me. Everything that you say is fake these days. Like the time that you told me that wrestling wouldn’t consume your life anymore after he was born. You told me that this would all change. That’s why I stayed, that’s why I had the baby. I believed you. I should have known better!
Male Voice: Oh come off of it. You don’t seem to complain when you swim in our pool, or when you drive your custom made sports car…seems to me that you seem to love the income that is coming in.
Female Voice: Something needs to replace the love that I don’t share with the father of my son.
~*~*~The camera pans around now and we see Lance Ryan. In front of him, as he sits on the couch is Cassandra Ryan. The mother of his son Zell, and the former love of his life, until it all went awry.~*~*~[/i]
Lance Ryan: Well, if you don’t love me, there is nothing that is keeping you here. You know where the door is, and you know how to use it. That is, if you haven’t grown too accustomed to having everything done for you.
Cassandra: Are you calling me lazy?
Lance Ryan: Well, you still appear to be carrying a baby, even though we both know that he’s been out of you for some time now.
~*~*~Cassandra grabs a vase off of the table beside her and throws it at Lance. She misses and the vase crashes against the wall behind the couch.~*~*~[/i]
Cassandra: How dare you call me fat and lazy! All that I do all day is slave over our child. Making sure that he is alright, making sure that he is content and making sure that he is fed and taken care of. Something that you don’t even do when you are here.
Lance Ryan: Hey, to be honest, I never asked for this baby. I didn’t ask to be a father. I was quite content to have you managing me and quite content to continue on with my very successful life. I didn’t want children, I didn’t want things that would hold me back. Why do you think that I have never seen my other son before? I didn’t want to be a tied down daddy that does some nine to five job and has to slave away at a desk. I love to be on the road, I love to feel the emotions of the fans and the other wrestlers as we go out there and put on a show.
Cassandra: Maybe Spike would have been a better father than you. At least he has a want to be a father. He lost his only son, and now, every time that I call my son’s name I am referring to a wrestler’s dead kid…these petty mind games have cost our son already. I am not sure that I can handle being with a wrestler anymore Lance, I know that I have said that before, and I know that you will say that I knew what I was getting into with you the second time around, but I can’t do it. I would rather be a single mother than be a mother to a son that has no idea he has a father.
Lance Ryan: I never said that he wouldn’t know about me. He is never going to remember these years anyways, I will be around as he gets older. Truth is I cant wrestle forever.
Cassandra: But these are the years that most parents live for. You are going to miss his first steps, his first words, his first everything. How can you live with that?
Lance Ryan: I have never cared much about those things. You do, and you will be here for them.
~*~*~Cassandra gets a really angry look on her face.~*~*~[/i]
Cassandra: I didn’t want to take things this far, but it appears that I have to. I have been talking to my mom and she is willing to let Zell and I move into her house until the court papers work there way through. I have been talking to a lawyer and he says that I can prove that this house should be mine because I have a son, but also that you are an unfit parent, and thus I will get full custody of our baby boy. Lance, I am going to pose this question to you one time, and one time only so make sure that you answer it from the heart. I don’t expect you to give up the wrestling for me, but I do want more of your time. You need to decide, it’s either a more relaxed schedule on the road, or I and Zell are out the door. So what is your choice Lance? Do you choose me and want me to stay, or do you choose wrestling, and want me out of your life forever?
~*~*~Lance looks up at Cassandra and calmly gets up off the couch and walks across the room.~*~*~[/i]
Lance Ryan: So this is it huh? It’s either you and Zell or a full time wrestling schedule?
Cassandra: Yes, that is what it has come down to.
Lance Ryan: You realize that I have had to make this decision before once right?
Cassandra: Yes, once when you were young and immature and had no idea what was important in your life. I know that you have changed since then.
~*~*~Lance walks to the door and opens the door and then looks back at Cassandra.~*~*~[/i]
Cassandra: I know that you likely need a walk to clear your head. Feel free, I can wait until you get back.
Lance Ryan: The door is not open for me. Grab Zell, grab some clothes and get the hell out of my house. I will see you in court.
~*~*~Cassandra breaks down instantly and starts to cry. She slumps down onto the couch and is in shock at Lance’s response. Lance turns and walks out of the room. After a moment he comes back with a suitcase that is clearly packed with clothes that have been thrown in there in haste as they are hanging out the sides. In his other arm is Zell who is crying as clearly he has been awakened by the fight. He drops the suitcase on the floor, takes Cassandra’s arm and puts Zell in it. He then picks up the telephone and dials a number.~*~*~[/i]
Lance Ryan: Come get your bitch of a daughter. She needs a ride to her new home. As far as you and the lawyer go, I could care less what a judge decides, I want no part of any of this anymore.
~*~*~Lance slams the phone down and looks at Cassandra.~*~*~[/i]
Lance Ryan: Now, I said get the hell out of my house. Your mom will be here soon no doubt, and as far as my possessions go. Take the house, take the kid, and take everything you want. I don’t love you, I haven’t for some time now. You will never win against my passion, and my passion is wrestling. GET OUT!
~*~*~Again, like last time, the scene goes black and we hear Lance’s voice but again cannot see anything on our screen.~*~*~[/i]
Lance Ryan: And such it went. You know the rest if you have been paying attention. Cassandra took everything away from me, my child, my home, almost everything that I owned…and for what? Because I wouldn’t give up doing something that I love? It was a huge farce if you ask me. As if that wasn’t enough, she went out of her way to track down my other son Jamie and the two of them tried to tear me apart from the inside. The trick in the end was on her however as Jamie and I schooled that bitch on just what it means to be a Ryan, but there was a time there when I had lost everything in my life except for wrestling. Perseverance is something else that it takes to be atop the wrestling world. Something that many men lack in life. Perseverance is all about overcoming any and all odds. No matter how deep the pile of **** is that you find yourself in, it’s about having the strength to pull yourself out. It is about not allowing anything or especially anyone drag you down and stop you from reaching your goals and achieving all that you want to achieve in life. I could have packed it all in for that bitch and her baby, instead in the end I ended up with everything that I wanted; My career, my child, and my escape from the grasps of a woman that loved me so much that she smothered me and was jealous of anything else that took up my time. That is what makes me sick about love. Somehow we are supposed to enjoy the fact that someone wants to be the only thing of importance in our lives? We are supposed to enjoy being controlled, being told how high to jump and what we need to do with our lives? Not this cat, I persevered through her smothering love and I broke her ****ing heart. Just like I will break the hearts of four men who have a love for something else this Sunday…Trent, Spike and Joe have a lust for my title that is disgusting to me…you see this belt is the only thing that I have ever loved, and I won’t be letting it go to any second class citizen this Sunday, I will once again overcome the odds and persevere.
~*~*~Our screens come to life with a huge mish mash of colors that are swirling around the scene. The colors are mixing and separating quickly making a wide array of different shades and different hues, slowly the colors fade however and we see Lance sitting outside underneath a tree. The summer sun is setting, actually it has nearly disappeared and we can even see the start of some stars in the dimming sky, and the moon can also be seen. Lance is atop a hill we see as the camera pans around. We can see that hill is high above a city and Lance is sitting and overlooking the city and it’s lights.~*~*~[/i]
Lance Ryan: It’s amazing really. All of those people down there are going on about their lives with no idea that I am up here watching their city from a distance. It’s a lot like what people are feeling about me right now. Every one of the fans is watching my every move, analyzing what I do and despising me as much as I despise the people down there. They are lower than me, the fans that is, they have no idea what I have gone through to get where I am. They have no idea what things have happened to me behind closed doors. That is why I have introduced to you the privy of some moments that have been hard on me, so that you can further understand why I am the man that I am today. Why I am cold, why I am callous, and most of all why I am the best at everything that I do. These incidents have made me into the uncaring person that I am today, and those incidents are what have made me into the man that will do anything that it takes to hold my spot…even cut off two baby mamas. One on her way to motherhood and one already there…put up against my own flesh and blood…which I have turned my back on…what makes you think that I won’t stoop lower against the scum that nCw is throwing at me this month?
Let’s start today with the man that I have already said is my toughest competition…Trent Helms. Trent has done nothing short of saying all of the right things to all of the right people so far going into this match. He is just like a cookie cutter face now. He bashes hard on the heels, Spike and I, and he comes down gently on the other “good guy” in the match, Joe Everyman. Trent, you really know how to play to the peons don’t you? I will give you credit there. You have indeed come a long way since the days when you pretended to be something that you aren’t…a heel from another planet. Trent, I do give you all of the respect in the world, I hate you, but yet I respect you…you speak of your demons, but I think that you are almost past them to be honest…you have achieved a lot in your time here, and you have really made Trent Helms a household name…but let’s be honest here…there is one demon that you cannot overcome and that is me. Trent, I want to remind you of how things went down last month, you had the title in your hands. You were looking down at a fallen former friend in Steve Awesome, and you knew that the title was yours. Nothing was standing in the way of your victory and your subsequent rise to power…nothing that is…except me. With the quick thinking and the lack of morality that I possess, I disposed of you. Tossed you right out of the ring and took your win, the title that would have been yours, and your self respect all in one swoop. You watched as just as quickly as it all was on your plate…it disappeared. It’s almost an analogy for your life isn’t it Trent? I mean…as much as my life hasn’t been roses of late…you kind of fell from grace in a hurry didn’t you? It wasn’t that long ago that you were holding titles, walking around with a beautiful wife, and being touted as the future of this business…but then it all fell apart…and in a hurry I might add. I don’t think that I have ever watched a man’s life fall apart as quickly as yours did. You lost your titles, you lost your woman…and then you lost our match. Everything seemed gone, but somehow you managed to keep hold and grasp another title shot…just when I thought that I had taken that last straw away from you, the promise of the future, here you are again.
Your wife is gone Trent, you need to get over it. Love isn’t worth it anyways, we all know that pancake nipples was only eye candy…half the locker room knows that she wasn’t that good in the sack anyway…don’t worry, we side with you on that one. A guy needs a good blow job, and Mercedes just wasn’t it…for any of us. The only demon that you need to be concerned with is the one that is standing between you and the fulfillment of the future…me. I have shoved you out of the picture before Trent, and you are right, you really do have nothing, but I do realize also that that makes you desperate. Many would see desperation in a No Limits match as a great asset, I however do not, I see you making a huge mistake in this match because you are notorious for it. You will risk life and limb to entertain and to win, and in a No Limits match that spells disaster. Trent, try and face your demons all that you want between now and Sunday, but let’s face it, I am all that stands between you and heaven or hell.
~*~*~Lance now rises to his feet and stretches his legs. He walks over to the side of the hill and the camera turns itself so that it can see the hill from Lance’s perspective. We get a look at a steep hill that one would not want to find themselves on as it looks like the cliff would not provide much help for someone starting to stumble.~*~*~[/i]
Lance Ryan: That brings me to Spike Kane. Spike, it’s a long fall off of this cliff. I certainly do not want to know what it would feel like to tumble ass over teakettles down that hill at a breakneck speed. No doubt someone would see you and think you nothing more than a fool. Wait. That is kind of a metaphor for your career isn’t it? I mean, the steep fall, the fall from grace, and people looking at you like a fool? It wasn’t all that long ago that you were the World Champion, and it was even more recent that you were named as a hall of famer…odd now that you have become such a joke isn’t it? Spike Kane…Trent seems to think that you are the favorite in our match but I definitely beg to differ. As much as I call Joe the underdog, I think that its clear that you are the sure bet to lose. Look what has become of you, not a hell of a lot really. You are clinging to the coat-tails of management and other talents, you are bending and breaking rules, pissing people off and making things up as you go along. Come to think of it, I think that I have seen this all before…I am not quite sure where however…ah, that’s right…Davey Ortega. It seems to me that at one time you dethroned Davey…took his spot so to speak. Now you are falling at a faster speed than even he could fall, and really there is nothing that you can do to stop your momentum now Spike. You are copying his path, following his lead, and soon you will be known as the classic choke artist. Honestly, I have no need to concern myself with you, there is no chance that you will win on Sunday, you have already guaranteed that, you pissed me off Spike, and payback is a bitch. I hope that you do retire after you lose to be honest, after all, we don’t need more trash stinking this place up, we have more than enough already, for the love of god retire while you still have a shard of self respect left. This Sunday you will reach the bottom of your cliff and millions of people will be watching you roll to a stop at the end of the decline…and believe me they will know then that you are truly a fool. Over your head Spike, just like your career.
~*~*~Lance stops looking down the cliff now and turns and looks up at the tree that he was sitting underneath earlier. We see the nCw title hanging from one of the tree branches.~*~*~[/i]
Lance Ryan: There it is, my reason for living. Joe, isn’t it beautiful? Mark my words, that piece of gold is more beautiful than any child or woman could ever be. It doesn’t talk back, it doesn’t tell you what to do, it doesn’t get angry, it’s just there. Always looking you back in the eyes…that piece of gold there is my true love Joe. I only hope that one day you will be able to feel love like that. I hope that you will be able to hold something in your arms and know that you have finally made it to where you want to be. I am of course not speaking of that bodacious skank that you waltz around with on your arm right now. Much like Trent once was, you are too concerned with the eye candy and not concerned enough with the prize. In all honesty though man, welcome to the main event. This is your first shot in nCw and you must be gushing with pride. You must be absolutely busting from the seams. You get to step foot into the ring with Trent Helms, Spike Kane and Lance Ryan…sorry about your damn luck kid. It’s going to be one hell of a learning experience for you Joe, but don’t give yourself too much credit, you will never leave with the gold. I have been at the top far too long and I have been in this game for far too long, there is no way that some upstart is going to throw anything at me that I won’t see coming. You said it best, you are coming for me Joe? Come and get me.
All three of you seem to finally be starting to realize it. I have it all. I have fortune, I have fame, I have women, I have my kids, I have the gold…Trent has demons. Spike has retirement. Joe has hope. But at the end of the day it’s nothing. I have it all and you three have exactly that…nothing. I will persevere.
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