Post by Lance "The Icon" Ryan on Aug 21, 2008 14:41:11 GMT -6
Lance Ryan: Existentialism. Do you have any idea what that word means Brad? Or is that one of the words that they didn’t cover for you when you were fighting your way through high school? For your benefit I will let you in on the definition. Existentialism is a philosophy that emphasizes the uniqueness and isolation of the individual experience in a hostile or indifferent universe. It also stresses freedom of choice and the responsibility of the individual for consequences derived from one’s actions. This coming Sunday you are going to have an existential experience. As you lie in the middle of your demonic structure in a pool of your own blood. As you hear the fans boo because I have once again downed their everyday hero Brad Kane. As you realize that once again you have overstepped your bounds and placed yourself in a terrible situation, you are going to realize that nobody is to blame for what you have become, what has happened, and where you go from there except yourself. Sunday night will have nothing to do with your pathetic family. It will have nothing to do with your terrible decisions. In fact, it will have nothing to do with me. The reality that you will be faced with is that you have once again fallen victim to yourself and your inability to control your emotions and your actions. This match was your decision. This head to head war was your own decision. The Master of Horrors was your decision. This Sunday will be your end. This Sunday you will learn the meaning of existentialism and not from the book, but rather from the ass kicking that you will be handed because of your choices.
~*~*~Words can only go so far when attempting to describe something. The reality in this life is that people need to see something in order to believe it. We are a doubting society and we are always doubting the things that we are told and trying to disprove them. This is why people debate, this is why people argue, this is why people have such a problem believing in a thing like God. Unless it is something that we can feel, see and behold, it is not real in our minds. This Sunday is one of those things. The trash has been spoken, the **** has been flung, but we have been here before. Lance Ryan and Reckless Jack have been in the same ring only to shove the lies right back in our faces, and prove that they are still friends just like before. They claim that this Sunday is different. Within the confines of the Master of Horrors match, both men are claiming that they want to make the other bleed, both men claim that they want to taste the other man’s blood, and most importantly both men state that this is more than war. This match is on such a level now that nCw didn’t even have the balls to sanction it. Master of Horrors will take place in a separate arena, in a separate place and with separate fans…nobody in nCw wanted to take credit for the match that very seriously may end the careers of both men…if this is real. Can two men that have always been brothers have their relationship degraded to the point that they are the bitterest of enemies? Can two men that have been at one another’s side for years now really head into this match and want nothing more than to destroy that long term friend across the ring? The answers do appear to be yes, but the truth of the matter is that until we all see it, we are not fully believing it. Lance Ryan and Reckless Jack, two names synonymous with success anywhere that they have gone in their careers, are heading down the highway at three hundred miles an hour and playing chicken with one another. Who will blink first? Who will swerve out of the way? Or are we really about to see one of the most epic car crashes in the history of this sport? Sunday night is now mere hours away for both men, where are their minds now? Are they having second thoughts? Is this the end?~*~*~
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine.
~*~*~In a situation that we have seen many times, we join Lance as he sits in a darkened arena. Sitting in a seat that will likely be filled with the ass of a spectator in mere hours, Lance is staring down at the ring that will soon have the Master of Horrors built around it. Lance is wearing a black pair of khaki pants and a spiffy satin dress shirt that is unbuttoned and opened. Lance appears to be in deep thought as he sits in the seat with his head resting in his hands. He stares down at the ring that is devoid of an nCw logo. Devoid of the pay per view banners that usually hang from the ring and even devoid of the traditional nCw ring rope colors. What he is staring at is simply a wrestling ring, a ring that will be modified, a ring that will be changed to fit the specs of the structure that Reckless Jack has prepared, a ring that may very well spell the end of a career for one or both men in just a short while.~*~*~[/i]
Lance Ryan: It’s amazing. You strip an arena down and empty it of fans. You strip a ring down of logos and of advertisements and of everything that makes it what you consider to be your home. You strip a man down to the barest of bones and deepest of his soul. It all makes the same thing. To me I just see black. This is what it has come to for Reckless Jack and I. For years we have been there for one another. He has saved my life, I have saved his. He has always been there for advice for me, I have always been ready to impart my wisdom…now, all of the colors, all of the shades, all of the vibrant strokes have been reduced to black. A match between two men that were closer than brothers. A match between two men that have ALWAYS been there for one another…but not just any match… a match that our company refuses to even sanction and allow in the same building as all of the other stars. Perhaps it is the hatred that has brought them to do this. No two men in recent memory have had such a hatred for one another as do Reckless Jack and I. Or maybe it is the fact that a lot of blood will be spilled on that canvas…I have never been more prepared for loss of blood as I have had to be heading into this match. The question is not if I will be broken open, but rather how much will I bleed and how bad will it hurt. But maybe, maybe the reason that nCw decided not to sanction this match is much deeper than all of that. Deeper than hatred, deeper than pain and blood…perhaps nCw doesn’t want their young fans, the people that look up to people like Reckless Jack, the people that used to look up to me, to realize that true friendship is not real. Maybe they don’t want to admit to and expose the fact that no matter how close people are, relationships are always doomed to fail. For when Reckless Jack and I step foot in that ring and the makeshift bell is rung, that is what will be proven. Never before have I had a friend as close as Brad Kane and never again will I. I called that man my brother, and this Sunday my only goal is to spill his blood over every inch of that ring turning everything’s color to a crimson red. I can’t say that I blame nCw if that is there reasoning. I have already made the decision that I will not be letting my grown son watch this match. I have already made the decision that I will not be wanting anyone that I know watching this match. The reasoning is simple. My friends, my family, they all know how close Reckless Jack and I once were, and they do not need to witness the side of me that will be exposed this Sunday. This is not a night that I will want to remember or talk about over Christmas dinner or that I will reminisce about when it is over. This is simply a night that needs to occur so that I can retain some sort of normalcy in my life.
~*~*~Lance sits back into the chair now and stares down at the floor for a moment, seemingly collecting his thoughts before he continues. He then lets out a deep sigh and starts to speak again.~*~*~[/i]
Lance Ryan: You see Brad. I watched what you had to say the last time that you uploaded a promo. I have to admit that it resonates with me. It would appear that now, FINALLY now, you are on the same level emotionally that I am. Before, before that last promo, I didn’t think that you realized what was about to come. I didn’t think that you could commit yourself to the match that you made. I felt like you had gone ahead and caused yourself to head straight into something that you had no idea how to deal with. When you said Master of Horrors, I admit, I trembled. This is your match, this is your style, this is your way, but then I realized that you were incapable still of bringing that Reckless Jack that you need to bring into that match. As I prepared, as I spoke my mind, I realized that I was on a whole different plain than you were. I admit, I even worried that I would be doing nothing more than a mercy killing inside of that Cell…but now, now I am proud to say that I have brought it out of you, I have made you explode, and now I think you have overcompensated and gone too far the other way. Let’s face it, that is what you are good at anyways, overcompensating.
You have done it as long as I have known you Brad. You got divorced, you went out and found some replacement wife and made a family and built the picket fence. You get pissed off at some promotion, instead of getting even, you run for the hills and find somewhere else to wrestle. For as long as I have known you, we have been friends, but I have never respected you outside of the ring. You always seem to find a way to point the blame at someone else. You always find a way to spin stories so that people feel sorry for you, and most of all you always find an excuse to run away from confrontation. You feel an emotion, and you exaggerate it. The unfortunate thing now is that you have placed yourself inside of a cell with me. There is no running, there is no more hiding, you are going to have to face this freight train head on, full bore and take the brunt of the hit. This is something that I have honestly never seen you do. For that I finally respect you. I finally see true emotion in you and it’s a shame that I am going to have to end you right after you earned my respect.
~*~*~Lance pauses and actually chuckles lightly under his breath.~*~*~[/i]
Lance Ryan: I have to admit that I loved when you said that I have no idea who you are anymore. Truth is, you are kind of right. You said that I have never seen you like this before, and that too is correct. I have never seen anyone get under your skin in the way that I have. I have never seen someone pierce through your usually thick skin and cause the deep bruising that I have with my mental and verbal onslaught. I have never seen Brad Kane flip his lid before, but the lid has definitely been flipped now. You admit that I am the master of the mind games, you say that you remember the things that I have done to get inside of the heads of my opponents, but at the same time you seem to ignore the fact that you have gone clinically insane. You are talking about eating my blood, you are talking about destroying my flesh, Brad, you can try to play up that this is all a part of your plan, that this is the real Reckless Jack, and that this is how you prepare for a match of this sort all that you want, the reality is that this is not you. This is not who Brad Kane is now, you have reverted to the Brad Kane that I first met. A man that will put his body on the line in a match to wow the crowd, a man that will hurt himself if it means hurting someone else…but there is one problem. I am not Allan Cooper. I am not Harry Sitar. I am Lance Ryan, I am one of the reasons that you are where you are, I am one of the reasons that you are a household name, and come Monday morning, I will be THE reason that your family is mourning the loss of a man that they called daddy. It’s a shame you know, those children of yours will never really know their sperm donor. They really are too young to remember the trips to McDonalds, the trips to Wal-Mart and the bedtime stories. Instead, Megan will be the only one to remember you, but even she will soon forget. She will find another man that will love her and hold her. A man that will help her raise her children. She will tell stories of the father that is alive somewhere in New York City and refusing to pay child support…the stories told to make people feel pity for her, but also told so that they do not know that her ex husband was actually just a stupid man that threw his whole life away to fight a man that he used to be friends with. Brad, you are right, I don’t know who you are anymore. You are some horrible mish-mash of the man that you once were and the man that you now are. The suicidal maniac and the doting father however are really not two personas that mesh well together…The mixture will be poison for you. Mark my words.
~*~*~Lance gets to his feet now and stretches his legs some. He starts to walk down the aisle way between the seats and then hops over the boards that separate the seats in the level from the seats on the floor. He walks towards the ring now and sits in the front row.~*~*~[/i]
Lance Ryan: Brad you called me nothing. Nothing is described as a quantity of no importance. A lot of things can be said about me. I can be called power hungry, I can be called evil, I can be called maniacal, I can be called a father, a boyfriend, and a friend. But there is one thing that I am not. That is nothing. You see as horrible of a human being as I am, I am important. I was important in NWA, I was important in WIW, I am important in nCw. When you compare yourself to me, you lack importance. Nobody will bat an eyelash if you cannot continue to wrestle after our encounter. The fact of the matter is that if I destroy you, you can be replaced. I on the other hand, cannot. I have long been the measuring stick in any company that I choose to hone my craft in. I am the life force of nCw, I do not need the title to be that force any longer. So, if one of us is nothing, truly of no importance, that is you Brad.
How do you think the people will feel that shelled out the big bucks to see this match in the front row here on Sunday? They will no doubt watch an event that will be similar to that of the gladiators in the Roman Coliseum. They will watch blood poor from both of our bodies, they will likely be bathed in some of that very fluid. They will watch as two men tear one another apart, and likely their lives, much like ours will never be the same.
This match will cause nightmares for people Brad. There will be people other than you and I that will never fully recover from this match, but at the end of the day they will remember one thing more than anything else. They will remember the Master of Horrors match in which Brad Kane was thoroughly defeated by a man that was simply better than he was.
~*~*~FiN~*~*~[/i]
~*~*~Words can only go so far when attempting to describe something. The reality in this life is that people need to see something in order to believe it. We are a doubting society and we are always doubting the things that we are told and trying to disprove them. This is why people debate, this is why people argue, this is why people have such a problem believing in a thing like God. Unless it is something that we can feel, see and behold, it is not real in our minds. This Sunday is one of those things. The trash has been spoken, the **** has been flung, but we have been here before. Lance Ryan and Reckless Jack have been in the same ring only to shove the lies right back in our faces, and prove that they are still friends just like before. They claim that this Sunday is different. Within the confines of the Master of Horrors match, both men are claiming that they want to make the other bleed, both men claim that they want to taste the other man’s blood, and most importantly both men state that this is more than war. This match is on such a level now that nCw didn’t even have the balls to sanction it. Master of Horrors will take place in a separate arena, in a separate place and with separate fans…nobody in nCw wanted to take credit for the match that very seriously may end the careers of both men…if this is real. Can two men that have always been brothers have their relationship degraded to the point that they are the bitterest of enemies? Can two men that have been at one another’s side for years now really head into this match and want nothing more than to destroy that long term friend across the ring? The answers do appear to be yes, but the truth of the matter is that until we all see it, we are not fully believing it. Lance Ryan and Reckless Jack, two names synonymous with success anywhere that they have gone in their careers, are heading down the highway at three hundred miles an hour and playing chicken with one another. Who will blink first? Who will swerve out of the way? Or are we really about to see one of the most epic car crashes in the history of this sport? Sunday night is now mere hours away for both men, where are their minds now? Are they having second thoughts? Is this the end?~*~*~
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine.
~*~*~In a situation that we have seen many times, we join Lance as he sits in a darkened arena. Sitting in a seat that will likely be filled with the ass of a spectator in mere hours, Lance is staring down at the ring that will soon have the Master of Horrors built around it. Lance is wearing a black pair of khaki pants and a spiffy satin dress shirt that is unbuttoned and opened. Lance appears to be in deep thought as he sits in the seat with his head resting in his hands. He stares down at the ring that is devoid of an nCw logo. Devoid of the pay per view banners that usually hang from the ring and even devoid of the traditional nCw ring rope colors. What he is staring at is simply a wrestling ring, a ring that will be modified, a ring that will be changed to fit the specs of the structure that Reckless Jack has prepared, a ring that may very well spell the end of a career for one or both men in just a short while.~*~*~[/i]
Lance Ryan: It’s amazing. You strip an arena down and empty it of fans. You strip a ring down of logos and of advertisements and of everything that makes it what you consider to be your home. You strip a man down to the barest of bones and deepest of his soul. It all makes the same thing. To me I just see black. This is what it has come to for Reckless Jack and I. For years we have been there for one another. He has saved my life, I have saved his. He has always been there for advice for me, I have always been ready to impart my wisdom…now, all of the colors, all of the shades, all of the vibrant strokes have been reduced to black. A match between two men that were closer than brothers. A match between two men that have ALWAYS been there for one another…but not just any match… a match that our company refuses to even sanction and allow in the same building as all of the other stars. Perhaps it is the hatred that has brought them to do this. No two men in recent memory have had such a hatred for one another as do Reckless Jack and I. Or maybe it is the fact that a lot of blood will be spilled on that canvas…I have never been more prepared for loss of blood as I have had to be heading into this match. The question is not if I will be broken open, but rather how much will I bleed and how bad will it hurt. But maybe, maybe the reason that nCw decided not to sanction this match is much deeper than all of that. Deeper than hatred, deeper than pain and blood…perhaps nCw doesn’t want their young fans, the people that look up to people like Reckless Jack, the people that used to look up to me, to realize that true friendship is not real. Maybe they don’t want to admit to and expose the fact that no matter how close people are, relationships are always doomed to fail. For when Reckless Jack and I step foot in that ring and the makeshift bell is rung, that is what will be proven. Never before have I had a friend as close as Brad Kane and never again will I. I called that man my brother, and this Sunday my only goal is to spill his blood over every inch of that ring turning everything’s color to a crimson red. I can’t say that I blame nCw if that is there reasoning. I have already made the decision that I will not be letting my grown son watch this match. I have already made the decision that I will not be wanting anyone that I know watching this match. The reasoning is simple. My friends, my family, they all know how close Reckless Jack and I once were, and they do not need to witness the side of me that will be exposed this Sunday. This is not a night that I will want to remember or talk about over Christmas dinner or that I will reminisce about when it is over. This is simply a night that needs to occur so that I can retain some sort of normalcy in my life.
~*~*~Lance sits back into the chair now and stares down at the floor for a moment, seemingly collecting his thoughts before he continues. He then lets out a deep sigh and starts to speak again.~*~*~[/i]
Lance Ryan: You see Brad. I watched what you had to say the last time that you uploaded a promo. I have to admit that it resonates with me. It would appear that now, FINALLY now, you are on the same level emotionally that I am. Before, before that last promo, I didn’t think that you realized what was about to come. I didn’t think that you could commit yourself to the match that you made. I felt like you had gone ahead and caused yourself to head straight into something that you had no idea how to deal with. When you said Master of Horrors, I admit, I trembled. This is your match, this is your style, this is your way, but then I realized that you were incapable still of bringing that Reckless Jack that you need to bring into that match. As I prepared, as I spoke my mind, I realized that I was on a whole different plain than you were. I admit, I even worried that I would be doing nothing more than a mercy killing inside of that Cell…but now, now I am proud to say that I have brought it out of you, I have made you explode, and now I think you have overcompensated and gone too far the other way. Let’s face it, that is what you are good at anyways, overcompensating.
You have done it as long as I have known you Brad. You got divorced, you went out and found some replacement wife and made a family and built the picket fence. You get pissed off at some promotion, instead of getting even, you run for the hills and find somewhere else to wrestle. For as long as I have known you, we have been friends, but I have never respected you outside of the ring. You always seem to find a way to point the blame at someone else. You always find a way to spin stories so that people feel sorry for you, and most of all you always find an excuse to run away from confrontation. You feel an emotion, and you exaggerate it. The unfortunate thing now is that you have placed yourself inside of a cell with me. There is no running, there is no more hiding, you are going to have to face this freight train head on, full bore and take the brunt of the hit. This is something that I have honestly never seen you do. For that I finally respect you. I finally see true emotion in you and it’s a shame that I am going to have to end you right after you earned my respect.
~*~*~Lance pauses and actually chuckles lightly under his breath.~*~*~[/i]
Lance Ryan: I have to admit that I loved when you said that I have no idea who you are anymore. Truth is, you are kind of right. You said that I have never seen you like this before, and that too is correct. I have never seen anyone get under your skin in the way that I have. I have never seen someone pierce through your usually thick skin and cause the deep bruising that I have with my mental and verbal onslaught. I have never seen Brad Kane flip his lid before, but the lid has definitely been flipped now. You admit that I am the master of the mind games, you say that you remember the things that I have done to get inside of the heads of my opponents, but at the same time you seem to ignore the fact that you have gone clinically insane. You are talking about eating my blood, you are talking about destroying my flesh, Brad, you can try to play up that this is all a part of your plan, that this is the real Reckless Jack, and that this is how you prepare for a match of this sort all that you want, the reality is that this is not you. This is not who Brad Kane is now, you have reverted to the Brad Kane that I first met. A man that will put his body on the line in a match to wow the crowd, a man that will hurt himself if it means hurting someone else…but there is one problem. I am not Allan Cooper. I am not Harry Sitar. I am Lance Ryan, I am one of the reasons that you are where you are, I am one of the reasons that you are a household name, and come Monday morning, I will be THE reason that your family is mourning the loss of a man that they called daddy. It’s a shame you know, those children of yours will never really know their sperm donor. They really are too young to remember the trips to McDonalds, the trips to Wal-Mart and the bedtime stories. Instead, Megan will be the only one to remember you, but even she will soon forget. She will find another man that will love her and hold her. A man that will help her raise her children. She will tell stories of the father that is alive somewhere in New York City and refusing to pay child support…the stories told to make people feel pity for her, but also told so that they do not know that her ex husband was actually just a stupid man that threw his whole life away to fight a man that he used to be friends with. Brad, you are right, I don’t know who you are anymore. You are some horrible mish-mash of the man that you once were and the man that you now are. The suicidal maniac and the doting father however are really not two personas that mesh well together…The mixture will be poison for you. Mark my words.
~*~*~Lance gets to his feet now and stretches his legs some. He starts to walk down the aisle way between the seats and then hops over the boards that separate the seats in the level from the seats on the floor. He walks towards the ring now and sits in the front row.~*~*~[/i]
Lance Ryan: Brad you called me nothing. Nothing is described as a quantity of no importance. A lot of things can be said about me. I can be called power hungry, I can be called evil, I can be called maniacal, I can be called a father, a boyfriend, and a friend. But there is one thing that I am not. That is nothing. You see as horrible of a human being as I am, I am important. I was important in NWA, I was important in WIW, I am important in nCw. When you compare yourself to me, you lack importance. Nobody will bat an eyelash if you cannot continue to wrestle after our encounter. The fact of the matter is that if I destroy you, you can be replaced. I on the other hand, cannot. I have long been the measuring stick in any company that I choose to hone my craft in. I am the life force of nCw, I do not need the title to be that force any longer. So, if one of us is nothing, truly of no importance, that is you Brad.
How do you think the people will feel that shelled out the big bucks to see this match in the front row here on Sunday? They will no doubt watch an event that will be similar to that of the gladiators in the Roman Coliseum. They will watch blood poor from both of our bodies, they will likely be bathed in some of that very fluid. They will watch as two men tear one another apart, and likely their lives, much like ours will never be the same.
This match will cause nightmares for people Brad. There will be people other than you and I that will never fully recover from this match, but at the end of the day they will remember one thing more than anything else. They will remember the Master of Horrors match in which Brad Kane was thoroughly defeated by a man that was simply better than he was.
~*~*~FiN~*~*~[/i]