Post by Lance "The Icon" Ryan on Aug 19, 2008 16:10:43 GMT -6
~*~*~Hatred. The dictionary describes hatred as the emotion of intense dislike; a feeling of dislike so strong that it demands action. Some throw hatred around as a simple verb. Saying that they hate things, or their jobs, or people, but very few people grasp exactly what hatred really is. It is that action that is demanded that ensures that the hatred that you speak of is really indeed hatred and not simply the bastardization of yet another word in the English language. Hatred is most certainly a word that is over-used in the wrestling industry. Many wrestlers say that they hate one another before a big match because it’s believed that the word itself will get the fans and everyone more into a match because they feel that there is a little more than the usual passion behind the match. Hatred however is STILL in the wrestling industry used as a prop word more often than not. Two wrestlers will claim their hatred for one another only to later shake hands, eat dinner together or reminisce on the match that was. There are of course exceptions however, exceptions to the rule. One of those exceptions will be taking place this coming Sunday. Lance Ryan will take on the personality of Reckless Jack inside the demonic structure that is Master of Horrors. A match that was designed by Reckless Jack, a match that has been perfect by Reckless Jack A match that Reckless Jack has only been defeated in once. The match that will indeed bring to an end the illustrious career of a man that is beloved by many and yes, hated by many. A match that will include barbed wire, glass, light tubes, tables, ladder and chairs. A match that will include blood from both of it’s victims, a match that will once and for all rid nCw of the man known as Reckless Jack, or if you prefer, the father known as Bradley Kane.~*~*~
Think I know how ya got this far!
Think I know how you got where you are!
Think I'll hate you when you're dead
I know I'll hate ya!
Smile to my face, know you'll lie
Says I got problems, ask yourself why?
Hate the games, I hate the rules
You're gonna lose
Say I'm hostile, gotta relax
Better get a grip, here's the facts
Not much more of you!!!
~*~*~We see Jessy Rayne sitting at the kitchen table in the Ryan family household. She is sitting with a cell phone to her ear and she has a very displeased look on her face as she talks into the phone.~*~*~[/i]
Jessy Rayne: This was not a part of the plan at all. At no point in the planning stages of any of this did we decide that Reckless Jack and Lance were going to square off, especially not inside that hellacious structure of Jack’s. The idea was to use Jack as a pawn and show the fans that you are indeed a changed man, show the world the REAL Lance Ryan and make the fans hate you that much more. He was simply meant to show that you disrespected everyone from your old life…now this? He could do some serious damage to you in this match. I don’t know if you recognize the repercussions.
~*~*~Pause as the person that Jessy is speaking to, clearly Lance, responds to what she has said.~*~*~[/i]
Jessy Rayne: Ok. Maybe I did choose the wrong words, I believe that you realize the damage that this could do to you, you have been in this business long enough. However, do you realize that it is not beyond the realm of possibility that your career could come to an end within that Master of Horrors match? Right when we are about to take off in directions that people still do not see coming, you could put an agonizing halt to all of it. Do you realize that?
~*~*~Another long pause as Lance is clearly saying something on the other end of the phone. The look on Jessy’s face shows us that she is clearly not happy with his response.~*~*~[/i]
Jessy Rayne: Look, I am not going to sit here and fight with you over this. What is done is done now. There really is no way to head into Sunday and not have this match, not with your pride in tact. I just sincerely hope that you don’t jeopardize everything before it even takes off.
~*~*~Jessy slams the phone down on the table clearly aggravated over Lance and his decisions. She is finding out what most already know, that Lance is extremely self centered and that his pride is first and foremost at the front of his mind at all times. He clearly has made the decision to go full bore at Reckless Jack of his own volition, something that as Jessy put it, could very well spell the end of Lance’s career. Jessy puts her head down upon the table in frustration and Jamie walks into the room and looks at his mother.~*~*~[/i]
Jamie Ryan: Mom. What’s up? What has got you frustrated?
Jessy Rayne: Your father. This match. Reckless Jack. I mean, it just seems that he is flying by the seat of his pants right now before the final pieces of the puzzle come into place. He is insane to be going into Master of Horrors with that man. After the things that he has said, after the things that he has done…Reckless Jack is truly a man incensed. I think that your dad has taken it WAY too far this time.
Jamie Ryan: I understand why you would think that way. But if there is one thing that I have learned from my father in the past few months it is that he always is one step ahead of the competition. I have seen tapes of dad when he was a hardcore wrestler, I have seen tapes of dad when he bled, caused blood, and never backed down from any kind of match, any kind of challenge.
You need to realize that he may indeed be going into the devil’s battleground. He may indeed be going into a match that he shouldn’t be. But he is not without a plan. He also is going in there with arguably the wrestler that he knows best inside of that ring. He and Reckless Jack know one another inside out. Whether it be Brad Kane, or Reckless Jack, dad is fully aware of what that man is capable of, and I have no doubt in my mind that he knows how to neutralize him.
Jessy Rayne: Oh God, I hope that you are right.
~*~*~The scene opens and we see Lance Ryan sitting alone. His surroundings are dark, there is no light at all in the room other than a few rays of sunlight that appear to be coming through cracks in the walls of wherever he is. We can barely make out his face enough in fact to tell that it is indeed he. Lance appears to be sitting on the ground of the place, leaning on a wall. He looks up directly into the camera that he has with him and begins to speak in a very deep, very even and very calm voice.~*~*~[/i]
Lance Ryan: I needed to get away from my family Brad. I know that this is yet another part of me that you cannot comprehend. Unlike you, I cannot stand to be around people that are constantly harping on me about my decisions, constantly doubting that I am fully in control of my actions, and incessantly nagging me about the decisions that I have made. Don’t get me wrong, I have a love for this family of mine. My beloved Jessy and my son Jamie are everything to me. They helped me to reach this higher level, this level of insanity and hatred that I have never seen before in my long career, this level where I can see everything as clear as day. The luminescence of this situation that we have right in front of us is incredible. The emotions that surround it, the people that we have dragged into it with us, all of it blows my mind.
How long ago was it that we were brothers, fighting the good fight in the NWA, fighting the good fight in Age of the Revolution, it all seems like it was such a short time ago, the reality is that we have been distant now for some time. The distance is staggering. You, the family man that believes in doing the right things by them. Not wrestling for the reasons that most of us wrestle, always feeling that you were a different kind of animal. Me, I know who I am, in fact I always have. I am one of the most deceitful people to ever walk the face of this earth. I am one of the most incredible story tellers in this game, and most of all, I do this all for myself. That is the difference between you and I.
You see, with all of the garbage aside, all of the bull**** scooped out of the way, I do this all for me. You on the other hand have other people that you will never fully block out of your mind. In that ring, as I pick up a weapon this Sunday, all I am going to be thinking of is how great it will feel when your blood sprays back in my face and I wear it as a medal. I will wear your blood proudly across my chest, my face, and all of my being. Every time that a drop of blood flows out from within your body, I am going to enjoy myself THAT much more. I long to feel your warm blood touching my skin, running down my face, resting in my hands, because that is when I will know that my job is being done well.
You on the other hand, though you like to dance around the subject, are a different animal Brad. It doesn’t matter which persona you take on, whether it be Brad Kane or Reckless Jack, you still have in the back of your mind that wife of yours, those kids of yours, your white picket fence…every time that I pick up a weapon that is what you are going to see. You are going to have those images flash before your eyes and before you have time to react, I will have some barbed wire or a chair planted right between your eyes. In my mind, that means that means that half of your game is already taken away. Your defensive game will be hindered a little bit because every time that I come your way, your mind will snap elsewhere, whether you want to admit it or not. That leaves you trying to be mostly offensive, and offense is where mistakes are made, you will make mistakes Brad, and when you do, I will capitalize.
Something that you need to realize Brad is that I know you like I know myself. I generally have a feel for what you will do, where you will go, and how you will attack next. I know who you are. You may have these fans fooled, hell it sounds like you may even have your wife fooled. But the reality is that you do not have yourself or me fooled. It doesn’t matter if you are Reckless Jack, it doesn’t matter if your are Brad Kane, hell it doesn’t matter if you walk down that aisle and try to wrestle me as the one testicled, skirt wearing pansy that you really are. None of those personas scare me anymore. Nothing about you worries me. You have come so incredibly far from the man that you used to be, I know that I have you beat.
I know that everyone will counteract that statement with the fact that you have at least got home field advantage. You are after all the man that knows Master of Horrors better than anyone. That is without a doubt. But we have already shown that you cannot beat me in a wrestling match with the nCw title on the line, we have already proven that you cannot outsmart me, it is obvious that you have no idea how to respond to the man that I am now. About the only thing that you could beat me in at this point in your career is maybe, MAYBE, a one hundred meter stroller pushing contest. Though, I think you wouldn’t win that because you would slow down so your wife didn’t realize that you jog slowly because she is a cow.
Reality Bradley, it’s a tough pill to swallow isn’t it? Maybe your wife is right. Maybe it’s time that you retired from wrestling. Maybe it has finally passed you by. I’m not going to lie to you, you make a damn good father. Maybe you should look into babysitting as a career? Open a daycare? Let’s face it, this just isn’t your thing anymore bro. You still have a few days before Master of Horrors, I won’t look at you as less of a man if you call it all off. Save yourself the beating of a lifetime. Save yourself a humiliating loss in your own match. Pack your bags and leave nCw forever. nCw is only big enough for one of us, and the guys are laughing at the diaper bag you carry your gear in these days. I hate you Brad Kane, I despise what you have become, it makes me sick to my stomach. About the worst thing that you could do to me now is call this match off. Stop me from enjoying your blood all over my skin on Sunday. Save yourself, and in the process destroy my bloodlust. That is the only way that you can cause me harm now. The beast is ready to go, I hope that if you show up, you kiss your wife goodbye and take some photos for the kids, because when I’m done with you, daddy will never look the same.
Think I know how ya got this far!
Think I know how you got where you are!
Think I'll hate you when you're dead
I know I'll hate ya!
Smile to my face, know you'll lie
Says I got problems, ask yourself why?
Hate the games, I hate the rules
You're gonna lose
Say I'm hostile, gotta relax
Better get a grip, here's the facts
Not much more of you!!!
~*~*~We see Jessy Rayne sitting at the kitchen table in the Ryan family household. She is sitting with a cell phone to her ear and she has a very displeased look on her face as she talks into the phone.~*~*~[/i]
Jessy Rayne: This was not a part of the plan at all. At no point in the planning stages of any of this did we decide that Reckless Jack and Lance were going to square off, especially not inside that hellacious structure of Jack’s. The idea was to use Jack as a pawn and show the fans that you are indeed a changed man, show the world the REAL Lance Ryan and make the fans hate you that much more. He was simply meant to show that you disrespected everyone from your old life…now this? He could do some serious damage to you in this match. I don’t know if you recognize the repercussions.
~*~*~Pause as the person that Jessy is speaking to, clearly Lance, responds to what she has said.~*~*~[/i]
Jessy Rayne: Ok. Maybe I did choose the wrong words, I believe that you realize the damage that this could do to you, you have been in this business long enough. However, do you realize that it is not beyond the realm of possibility that your career could come to an end within that Master of Horrors match? Right when we are about to take off in directions that people still do not see coming, you could put an agonizing halt to all of it. Do you realize that?
~*~*~Another long pause as Lance is clearly saying something on the other end of the phone. The look on Jessy’s face shows us that she is clearly not happy with his response.~*~*~[/i]
Jessy Rayne: Look, I am not going to sit here and fight with you over this. What is done is done now. There really is no way to head into Sunday and not have this match, not with your pride in tact. I just sincerely hope that you don’t jeopardize everything before it even takes off.
~*~*~Jessy slams the phone down on the table clearly aggravated over Lance and his decisions. She is finding out what most already know, that Lance is extremely self centered and that his pride is first and foremost at the front of his mind at all times. He clearly has made the decision to go full bore at Reckless Jack of his own volition, something that as Jessy put it, could very well spell the end of Lance’s career. Jessy puts her head down upon the table in frustration and Jamie walks into the room and looks at his mother.~*~*~[/i]
Jamie Ryan: Mom. What’s up? What has got you frustrated?
Jessy Rayne: Your father. This match. Reckless Jack. I mean, it just seems that he is flying by the seat of his pants right now before the final pieces of the puzzle come into place. He is insane to be going into Master of Horrors with that man. After the things that he has said, after the things that he has done…Reckless Jack is truly a man incensed. I think that your dad has taken it WAY too far this time.
Jamie Ryan: I understand why you would think that way. But if there is one thing that I have learned from my father in the past few months it is that he always is one step ahead of the competition. I have seen tapes of dad when he was a hardcore wrestler, I have seen tapes of dad when he bled, caused blood, and never backed down from any kind of match, any kind of challenge.
You need to realize that he may indeed be going into the devil’s battleground. He may indeed be going into a match that he shouldn’t be. But he is not without a plan. He also is going in there with arguably the wrestler that he knows best inside of that ring. He and Reckless Jack know one another inside out. Whether it be Brad Kane, or Reckless Jack, dad is fully aware of what that man is capable of, and I have no doubt in my mind that he knows how to neutralize him.
Jessy Rayne: Oh God, I hope that you are right.
~*~*~The scene opens and we see Lance Ryan sitting alone. His surroundings are dark, there is no light at all in the room other than a few rays of sunlight that appear to be coming through cracks in the walls of wherever he is. We can barely make out his face enough in fact to tell that it is indeed he. Lance appears to be sitting on the ground of the place, leaning on a wall. He looks up directly into the camera that he has with him and begins to speak in a very deep, very even and very calm voice.~*~*~[/i]
Lance Ryan: I needed to get away from my family Brad. I know that this is yet another part of me that you cannot comprehend. Unlike you, I cannot stand to be around people that are constantly harping on me about my decisions, constantly doubting that I am fully in control of my actions, and incessantly nagging me about the decisions that I have made. Don’t get me wrong, I have a love for this family of mine. My beloved Jessy and my son Jamie are everything to me. They helped me to reach this higher level, this level of insanity and hatred that I have never seen before in my long career, this level where I can see everything as clear as day. The luminescence of this situation that we have right in front of us is incredible. The emotions that surround it, the people that we have dragged into it with us, all of it blows my mind.
How long ago was it that we were brothers, fighting the good fight in the NWA, fighting the good fight in Age of the Revolution, it all seems like it was such a short time ago, the reality is that we have been distant now for some time. The distance is staggering. You, the family man that believes in doing the right things by them. Not wrestling for the reasons that most of us wrestle, always feeling that you were a different kind of animal. Me, I know who I am, in fact I always have. I am one of the most deceitful people to ever walk the face of this earth. I am one of the most incredible story tellers in this game, and most of all, I do this all for myself. That is the difference between you and I.
You see, with all of the garbage aside, all of the bull**** scooped out of the way, I do this all for me. You on the other hand have other people that you will never fully block out of your mind. In that ring, as I pick up a weapon this Sunday, all I am going to be thinking of is how great it will feel when your blood sprays back in my face and I wear it as a medal. I will wear your blood proudly across my chest, my face, and all of my being. Every time that a drop of blood flows out from within your body, I am going to enjoy myself THAT much more. I long to feel your warm blood touching my skin, running down my face, resting in my hands, because that is when I will know that my job is being done well.
You on the other hand, though you like to dance around the subject, are a different animal Brad. It doesn’t matter which persona you take on, whether it be Brad Kane or Reckless Jack, you still have in the back of your mind that wife of yours, those kids of yours, your white picket fence…every time that I pick up a weapon that is what you are going to see. You are going to have those images flash before your eyes and before you have time to react, I will have some barbed wire or a chair planted right between your eyes. In my mind, that means that means that half of your game is already taken away. Your defensive game will be hindered a little bit because every time that I come your way, your mind will snap elsewhere, whether you want to admit it or not. That leaves you trying to be mostly offensive, and offense is where mistakes are made, you will make mistakes Brad, and when you do, I will capitalize.
Something that you need to realize Brad is that I know you like I know myself. I generally have a feel for what you will do, where you will go, and how you will attack next. I know who you are. You may have these fans fooled, hell it sounds like you may even have your wife fooled. But the reality is that you do not have yourself or me fooled. It doesn’t matter if you are Reckless Jack, it doesn’t matter if your are Brad Kane, hell it doesn’t matter if you walk down that aisle and try to wrestle me as the one testicled, skirt wearing pansy that you really are. None of those personas scare me anymore. Nothing about you worries me. You have come so incredibly far from the man that you used to be, I know that I have you beat.
I know that everyone will counteract that statement with the fact that you have at least got home field advantage. You are after all the man that knows Master of Horrors better than anyone. That is without a doubt. But we have already shown that you cannot beat me in a wrestling match with the nCw title on the line, we have already proven that you cannot outsmart me, it is obvious that you have no idea how to respond to the man that I am now. About the only thing that you could beat me in at this point in your career is maybe, MAYBE, a one hundred meter stroller pushing contest. Though, I think you wouldn’t win that because you would slow down so your wife didn’t realize that you jog slowly because she is a cow.
Reality Bradley, it’s a tough pill to swallow isn’t it? Maybe your wife is right. Maybe it’s time that you retired from wrestling. Maybe it has finally passed you by. I’m not going to lie to you, you make a damn good father. Maybe you should look into babysitting as a career? Open a daycare? Let’s face it, this just isn’t your thing anymore bro. You still have a few days before Master of Horrors, I won’t look at you as less of a man if you call it all off. Save yourself the beating of a lifetime. Save yourself a humiliating loss in your own match. Pack your bags and leave nCw forever. nCw is only big enough for one of us, and the guys are laughing at the diaper bag you carry your gear in these days. I hate you Brad Kane, I despise what you have become, it makes me sick to my stomach. About the worst thing that you could do to me now is call this match off. Stop me from enjoying your blood all over my skin on Sunday. Save yourself, and in the process destroy my bloodlust. That is the only way that you can cause me harm now. The beast is ready to go, I hope that if you show up, you kiss your wife goodbye and take some photos for the kids, because when I’m done with you, daddy will never look the same.