Post by Lance "The Icon" Ryan on Aug 9, 2007 12:53:16 GMT -6
~*~*~It is now just a few days away. The blockbuster battle that will main event. The match between Lance Ryan and JJ Biggs and Ortega and Tank. A lot of things have transpired though surrounding this match. JJ Biggs for one, has announced his retirement this week, so the question is making the rounds on whether Biggs will even venture to show up. Many believe that Lance Ryan may have to take on Ortega and Tank alone. Many are also saying that that would be sweet revenge for the way that Lance does business. Questions and rumors always swell in this business, but one thing can always be counted on. Lance Ryan will show up, and whether it is a tag team match, or a handicap match, his pride will not allow him to step down from the challenge.~*~*~
~*~*~The scene opens and we see a dimly lit room. The room is let only by a fireplace that is flickering in the corner. The camera pans around and it is obvious that this room is a living room. Suddenly the camera stops panning and we see Lance Ryan sitting in the corner of the room with his back to the wall. Lance is wearing dress pants and a red t-shirt and looks to be afraid of something. Lance is visibly shaking and actually lets out a scream as his cell phone rings. He jumps and answers the phone.~*~*~
Lance:H-Hello?
(pause)
Lance: Yes, I am here. Just let yourself in, and p-please hurry.
~*~*~Lance puts the phone back in his pocket and he is looking around in every direction. He is very shifty and obviously on the lookout for something. Suddenly there is a bang and a creak and Lance looks horrified. The camera pans toward the door, and we see in the shadows a figure that had a large black hood over his face, so that he is unrecognizable. The man walks in toward Lance and Lance slowly rises to his feet. Suddenly from out of nowhere, and completely inexplicably, the theme song from Unsolved Mysteries can be heard~*~*~
Lance: Please, no...it's n-not my time to die...
Man:You dumbass, I am not death, but it is your time to go.
~*~*~Lance looks a little confused by that last statement.~*~*~
Lance: T-then who are you? Where am I going? What are you doing here? Are you an extra from Lord of the Rings? I heard that Aragorn was allergic to that cape they wanted him to wear, is that what you are from?
~*~*~The figure walks forward and grabs Lance by the throat.~*~*~
Man: No you fool. Don't give me any of your sarcastic humor. This is serious business. I cannot tell you who I am, all that I can tell you is that my name is Michael. I cannot tell you why you have been chosen, I cannot tell you exactly why I am here, in fact...I seem to be pretty useless...but this is a pretty cool hood isn't it?
Oh great, now you have me speaking useless rhetoric. Don't you hate pointless, non-plot affecting character babble?
~*~*~Lance looks as though he is utterly confused, and then decides to let out a courtesy laugh. This seems to infuriate Michael as he clears his throat and speaks in a loud rumble.~*~*~
Michael: You think that this is funny? Do you? As I said, it is time for you to go...time for you to go somewhere that nobody has been in quite some time...it is time for you to go to...the TOP OF THE HEAP...THE NCW TITLE!!!!!
~*~*~Michael rips the hood off and reveals that it is really Matt Ryan, Lance's brother and manager. The two men start laughing together as Matt removes his cloak. He is dressed in blue jeans and a black "Lance Ryan" nCw t-shirt.~*~*~
Lance: Seriously though, could you believe that promo that Tank did? That was one of the stupidest things that I have ever seen. He spent more time filling "Michael" in on who his opponents and partner were than on actually accomplishing anything in that promo.
Matt: Tell me about it. He spent more time trying to figure out who cloaky was then he spent talking about you and Biggs. Seriously though, I thought that it was the promo of the year. Oh yeah, and don't forget to mention that Death and Tank took a lot of time in figuring out what to say about you.
Lance: Ah yes, I must work with computers, that is why I am known as the Icon. Listen here boys, if anyone is a computer Icon around here it is the two of you...THE RECYCLE BIN...It's not like I haven't heard that line before!
~*~*~Lance starts to laugh uncontrollably at his joke and Matt is just staring at him questioningly.~*~*~
Lance: What? Too corny?
Matt: That may have beaten them for the corniest line of the week. Anyways, I do need to be serious for a moment. Have you spoken with Biggs?
Lance: No. You expect him to call? It would cost him way too much to call here from Australia. That fool, I told you that I wouldn't trust him, and this is why. That kid comes and goes with the wind. You never know where he stands. I figure that it is me against the world at Collision, and that is fine. You know that I will not step down from a challenge, and partner or no partner, I will down those two men.
As I said, Tank has the brain of a pealess pod. He thinks that he is original having the cloaked guy from the family guy follow him around, but that act is tired and old. Nobody cares who is behind the cloak, nobody that is except for Tank. The reality is that if he is following that idiot around, he cannot be searching for greatness.
Matt: What about Ortega?
Lance: A-typical yellow bellied fool. He runs down to be superman and save the day. Makes a huge statement, and then ends up going silent. Nobody has seen or heard from Ortega since he left the arena last week. What a crying shame. I hope that he didn't get hit by a car...or worse...I hope that the mailman didn't stick his nose in Ortega's business and rat him out for his affairs...after all, that would mean that twice this week Ortega git mixed up on the wrong side of the coin. He came after me, something that he will dearly pay for the next time that I see him, and then his wife may have killed him. After all, we all know that someone like him doesn't wear the pants.
Ortega, the fact of the matter is this. Flap your gums, come to the rescue, do what you want...in the end you are a marked man. You and Tank may be two against one when that bell rings on Sunday, but it will not be me for whom the bell tolls, it will be for the two of you.
Matt:I think that you should try and sell management on the fact that you need to pick a partner. That way the odds are even.
Lance: No way Matt. I work alone better. That way I don't have to rely on anyone but myself. Now, unless that cloaker comes out and attacks me with his face hidden, this match is signed, sealed and delivered. You see Tank, Ortega, stars shine in the dark, real stars shine in all situations. This Sunday, we will find out what differs between the two of you and myself. I will shine, your stars will fall.
~*~*~The scene opens and we see a dimly lit room. The room is let only by a fireplace that is flickering in the corner. The camera pans around and it is obvious that this room is a living room. Suddenly the camera stops panning and we see Lance Ryan sitting in the corner of the room with his back to the wall. Lance is wearing dress pants and a red t-shirt and looks to be afraid of something. Lance is visibly shaking and actually lets out a scream as his cell phone rings. He jumps and answers the phone.~*~*~
Lance:H-Hello?
(pause)
Lance: Yes, I am here. Just let yourself in, and p-please hurry.
~*~*~Lance puts the phone back in his pocket and he is looking around in every direction. He is very shifty and obviously on the lookout for something. Suddenly there is a bang and a creak and Lance looks horrified. The camera pans toward the door, and we see in the shadows a figure that had a large black hood over his face, so that he is unrecognizable. The man walks in toward Lance and Lance slowly rises to his feet. Suddenly from out of nowhere, and completely inexplicably, the theme song from Unsolved Mysteries can be heard~*~*~
Lance: Please, no...it's n-not my time to die...
Man:You dumbass, I am not death, but it is your time to go.
~*~*~Lance looks a little confused by that last statement.~*~*~
Lance: T-then who are you? Where am I going? What are you doing here? Are you an extra from Lord of the Rings? I heard that Aragorn was allergic to that cape they wanted him to wear, is that what you are from?
~*~*~The figure walks forward and grabs Lance by the throat.~*~*~
Man: No you fool. Don't give me any of your sarcastic humor. This is serious business. I cannot tell you who I am, all that I can tell you is that my name is Michael. I cannot tell you why you have been chosen, I cannot tell you exactly why I am here, in fact...I seem to be pretty useless...but this is a pretty cool hood isn't it?
Oh great, now you have me speaking useless rhetoric. Don't you hate pointless, non-plot affecting character babble?
~*~*~Lance looks as though he is utterly confused, and then decides to let out a courtesy laugh. This seems to infuriate Michael as he clears his throat and speaks in a loud rumble.~*~*~
Michael: You think that this is funny? Do you? As I said, it is time for you to go...time for you to go somewhere that nobody has been in quite some time...it is time for you to go to...the TOP OF THE HEAP...THE NCW TITLE!!!!!
~*~*~Michael rips the hood off and reveals that it is really Matt Ryan, Lance's brother and manager. The two men start laughing together as Matt removes his cloak. He is dressed in blue jeans and a black "Lance Ryan" nCw t-shirt.~*~*~
Lance: Seriously though, could you believe that promo that Tank did? That was one of the stupidest things that I have ever seen. He spent more time filling "Michael" in on who his opponents and partner were than on actually accomplishing anything in that promo.
Matt: Tell me about it. He spent more time trying to figure out who cloaky was then he spent talking about you and Biggs. Seriously though, I thought that it was the promo of the year. Oh yeah, and don't forget to mention that Death and Tank took a lot of time in figuring out what to say about you.
Lance: Ah yes, I must work with computers, that is why I am known as the Icon. Listen here boys, if anyone is a computer Icon around here it is the two of you...THE RECYCLE BIN...It's not like I haven't heard that line before!
~*~*~Lance starts to laugh uncontrollably at his joke and Matt is just staring at him questioningly.~*~*~
Lance: What? Too corny?
Matt: That may have beaten them for the corniest line of the week. Anyways, I do need to be serious for a moment. Have you spoken with Biggs?
Lance: No. You expect him to call? It would cost him way too much to call here from Australia. That fool, I told you that I wouldn't trust him, and this is why. That kid comes and goes with the wind. You never know where he stands. I figure that it is me against the world at Collision, and that is fine. You know that I will not step down from a challenge, and partner or no partner, I will down those two men.
As I said, Tank has the brain of a pealess pod. He thinks that he is original having the cloaked guy from the family guy follow him around, but that act is tired and old. Nobody cares who is behind the cloak, nobody that is except for Tank. The reality is that if he is following that idiot around, he cannot be searching for greatness.
Matt: What about Ortega?
Lance: A-typical yellow bellied fool. He runs down to be superman and save the day. Makes a huge statement, and then ends up going silent. Nobody has seen or heard from Ortega since he left the arena last week. What a crying shame. I hope that he didn't get hit by a car...or worse...I hope that the mailman didn't stick his nose in Ortega's business and rat him out for his affairs...after all, that would mean that twice this week Ortega git mixed up on the wrong side of the coin. He came after me, something that he will dearly pay for the next time that I see him, and then his wife may have killed him. After all, we all know that someone like him doesn't wear the pants.
Ortega, the fact of the matter is this. Flap your gums, come to the rescue, do what you want...in the end you are a marked man. You and Tank may be two against one when that bell rings on Sunday, but it will not be me for whom the bell tolls, it will be for the two of you.
Matt:I think that you should try and sell management on the fact that you need to pick a partner. That way the odds are even.
Lance: No way Matt. I work alone better. That way I don't have to rely on anyone but myself. Now, unless that cloaker comes out and attacks me with his face hidden, this match is signed, sealed and delivered. You see Tank, Ortega, stars shine in the dark, real stars shine in all situations. This Sunday, we will find out what differs between the two of you and myself. I will shine, your stars will fall.