Post by Lance "The Icon" Ryan on Sept 7, 2009 16:36:10 GMT -6
~*~*~Niceties only get you far in this lifetime. There are people that are nice because they think that it will help them in the long run. Karma is what they call it I believe, basically they say that whatever you put out into the world, the world will give back to you. But there are times when you just cannot be nice any longer. You need to say what needs to be said, and you need to do what needs to be done. It doesn’t matter who needs to be thrown under the bus, all that matters is that you come out on top and you get everything that you deserve and more importantly everything that you want. There is really only one person in the world that is ever looking out for your best interests at all times, and that has to be yourself.~*~*~
~*~*~Lance Ryan is riding in the back seat of a limousine, seemingly alone. He is dressed in his best. A black pair of suit pants and a matching suit jacket. The jacket is open at the moment, and showing a navy blue collared button up shirt. Lance pushes a button beside him.~*~*~[/i]
Lance Ryan: Driver, I am dressed in my best and it’s hotter than the depths of hell outside, could you turn the air conditioning up a few notches?
Driver: Yes sir.
~*~*~The sounds of the fans kicking up are heard and Lance appears to be happy with the amount of cool air filling the limousine quickly now.~*~*~[/i]
Lance Ryan: Since I have arrived back in nCw, I have pretty much done everything that I said I would. There has only been one flaw in my return, and that flaw came when I lost in that Triple Threat match. One blemish, three victories. Not bad for a man that spent the better part of the year on the shelf if you ask me. However, since I have come back I have bit my tongue for the most part, I have held back on all of the things that I have wanted to say, all of the truths that I wanted to speak. I have sat back, I have done my job, and I have kept most of the social narrative to the inside. That is going to come to an end right now because I am finally right on the path to getting exactly what I have wanted since I first grace the nCw ring again. That is Joe Everyman in the middle of my ring, face to face, one on one.
Joe, I am ashamed by you. I used to come to your defense, I used to be one of the boys that had your back…more importantly, on more than one occasion I put my neck out on the line with management to give you ONE MORE chance to shine. Every time that I put my name on your back, you tarnished it. You are the worst kind of wrestler, the worst kind of professional, the worst kind of co-worker, but most importantly you are the worst kind of friend. Joe, I am not sure if you realize what you have done here. I am not sure if you realize just how deep you are in this right now, how pissed off you have made me. For all of those assholes in the back, I expected them to come out here and say the same things, that I was washed up, that I refused to give up my spot, that I am past my prime, but I didn’t expect it from you. All that your outburst served to do was to light my fire even more. Whereas I was unsure just how well I could go anymore, and whereas I was not sure if I had what it took to come back here and fight with the best of them, you made me sure of all of it. I knew when I felt that fire start blazing that I would once again be the measuring stick in nCw, and I would once again become the World Champion. Take a look at the facts Joe. Ask Falcon how his match with me went. Ask Rob Diamond how it felt to fall at my feet. Better yet Joe, ask the impeccable Kristoff Liam Bates how his match with me finished. In less than a month Joe I have defeated last month’s number one contender, and I have finished off this month’s number one contender. Now, I ask you two questions. What have you done in that same time frame and do I look washed up now?
~*~*~Lance is interrupted by a beep as the driver’s voice comes through into the back of the limousine.~*~*~[/i]
Driver: Mr. Ryan, we will be arriving at our destination in about ten minutes.
Lance Ryan: Could you not hear that I was trying to cut a promo in the back here? God, what kind of peons are management hiring to drive these things now?
Driver: Sir…I was just doing….you had asked…
Lance Ryan: I don’t care what I asked. Now shut the hell up until we arrive.
~*~*~Lance appears to be more than slightly irritated and seems to very much be seething at the chance to get his hands around the throat of Joe Everyman.~*~*~[/i]
Lance Ryan: Now, where was I? Oh, that’s right. Joe, I do know one thing that you accomplished this month. You managed to blindside me in the middle of the ring. You managed to sneak attack me and get somewhat of a beat down on me. Now, normally I would applaud your actions as efficient mind games, but when you are announced as the guest commentator, it really is elementary that you will strike. The real thing that you need to focus on from that match is that I still managed to not only win, but I was not distracted by your presence at ring side one bit. I knew that the attack was inevitable, so I did what I do best. I focused and I got my job done before you could be “wily” if you would call it that, and you got your licks in.
Joe, I find it interesting that you seem to be full of words, and you also seem efficient at attacking from behind, but what I really wonder is what is going on deep inside that head of yours? I mean, you are merely six days away from climbing into the ring with one of the greatest names in the history of this company. You are merely days away from facing me, that’s right, FACING me. What will you do when I stand in front of you, and the backstabbing attacks are unavailable? Personally, I think that you are going to do what you have done better than everyone else in this industry for your entire career, you are going to flop. Meanwhile, I am going to do the thing that I have done the best for the length of my career. I am going to kick the living crap out of you in front of every one of my fans, and I am going to enjoy every moment of it. Washed up? I am not sure what the younger generation would define washed up as, but I sure don’t think that any of the definitions entail the success that I have had until this point, nor do they entail what I am going to do to you at Battle Grounds.
I may play nice with the fans Joe, but remember the one thing that you should know better than anyone else, we were close once, deep down inside I am a horrible human being that is capable of doing some terrible things. I am able to imagine things that to most would be considered heinous and I am also capable of acting out upon my impulses. My best matches have always come against the opponents that have stirred the pot the most, and Joe, rest assured that you have stirred the pot. All that I have thought of for the past month is all of the ways that I would like to destroy you in the middle of the ring.
~*~*~Once again Lance is interrupted by a beep.~*~*~[/i]
Driver: Uh…uh….Mr. Ryan…we have arrived and your wife is on her way over to the car.
Lance Ryan: If she so much as has to set foot within five feet of that door handle, your job will be gone. Do your damn job and open this door..
~*~*~The Driver can be heard clambering out of his side of the car and saying something to Cassadra.~*~*~[/i]
Lance Ryan: One more thing Joe, a bit of a challenge for you. I challenge you to expand your rudimentary speak that you tend to use around these parts. Find yourself a new point to aim at in my career because your original arguments have gone stale. I am not washed up, I am on a three match winning streak. I am not holding my spot, I am earning my way back to where I belong. I am not holding down younger guys, I am simply doing my job, it is not my fault that the young lions are failing miserably when they hit the wall of nCw’s true Icon. So, Joe, find some new material. That is, if you decide to back up your actions with words at all.
~*~*~With that, Lance steps out of the door that the driver is holding for him, and embraces his wife Cassandra.~*~*~[/i]
Cassandra Ryan: Come on sweetheart, the fans are waiting for you and dying to get your autograph.
Lance Ryan: Ah yes, my adoring fans. That is why I do everything in this business. I am a new man and I am glad that they accept me. All of my tactics of old are now a thing of the past. Let us go see their smiling faces.
~*~*~FIN~*~*~[/i]
~*~*~Lance Ryan is riding in the back seat of a limousine, seemingly alone. He is dressed in his best. A black pair of suit pants and a matching suit jacket. The jacket is open at the moment, and showing a navy blue collared button up shirt. Lance pushes a button beside him.~*~*~[/i]
Lance Ryan: Driver, I am dressed in my best and it’s hotter than the depths of hell outside, could you turn the air conditioning up a few notches?
Driver: Yes sir.
~*~*~The sounds of the fans kicking up are heard and Lance appears to be happy with the amount of cool air filling the limousine quickly now.~*~*~[/i]
Lance Ryan: Since I have arrived back in nCw, I have pretty much done everything that I said I would. There has only been one flaw in my return, and that flaw came when I lost in that Triple Threat match. One blemish, three victories. Not bad for a man that spent the better part of the year on the shelf if you ask me. However, since I have come back I have bit my tongue for the most part, I have held back on all of the things that I have wanted to say, all of the truths that I wanted to speak. I have sat back, I have done my job, and I have kept most of the social narrative to the inside. That is going to come to an end right now because I am finally right on the path to getting exactly what I have wanted since I first grace the nCw ring again. That is Joe Everyman in the middle of my ring, face to face, one on one.
Joe, I am ashamed by you. I used to come to your defense, I used to be one of the boys that had your back…more importantly, on more than one occasion I put my neck out on the line with management to give you ONE MORE chance to shine. Every time that I put my name on your back, you tarnished it. You are the worst kind of wrestler, the worst kind of professional, the worst kind of co-worker, but most importantly you are the worst kind of friend. Joe, I am not sure if you realize what you have done here. I am not sure if you realize just how deep you are in this right now, how pissed off you have made me. For all of those assholes in the back, I expected them to come out here and say the same things, that I was washed up, that I refused to give up my spot, that I am past my prime, but I didn’t expect it from you. All that your outburst served to do was to light my fire even more. Whereas I was unsure just how well I could go anymore, and whereas I was not sure if I had what it took to come back here and fight with the best of them, you made me sure of all of it. I knew when I felt that fire start blazing that I would once again be the measuring stick in nCw, and I would once again become the World Champion. Take a look at the facts Joe. Ask Falcon how his match with me went. Ask Rob Diamond how it felt to fall at my feet. Better yet Joe, ask the impeccable Kristoff Liam Bates how his match with me finished. In less than a month Joe I have defeated last month’s number one contender, and I have finished off this month’s number one contender. Now, I ask you two questions. What have you done in that same time frame and do I look washed up now?
~*~*~Lance is interrupted by a beep as the driver’s voice comes through into the back of the limousine.~*~*~[/i]
Driver: Mr. Ryan, we will be arriving at our destination in about ten minutes.
Lance Ryan: Could you not hear that I was trying to cut a promo in the back here? God, what kind of peons are management hiring to drive these things now?
Driver: Sir…I was just doing….you had asked…
Lance Ryan: I don’t care what I asked. Now shut the hell up until we arrive.
~*~*~Lance appears to be more than slightly irritated and seems to very much be seething at the chance to get his hands around the throat of Joe Everyman.~*~*~[/i]
Lance Ryan: Now, where was I? Oh, that’s right. Joe, I do know one thing that you accomplished this month. You managed to blindside me in the middle of the ring. You managed to sneak attack me and get somewhat of a beat down on me. Now, normally I would applaud your actions as efficient mind games, but when you are announced as the guest commentator, it really is elementary that you will strike. The real thing that you need to focus on from that match is that I still managed to not only win, but I was not distracted by your presence at ring side one bit. I knew that the attack was inevitable, so I did what I do best. I focused and I got my job done before you could be “wily” if you would call it that, and you got your licks in.
Joe, I find it interesting that you seem to be full of words, and you also seem efficient at attacking from behind, but what I really wonder is what is going on deep inside that head of yours? I mean, you are merely six days away from climbing into the ring with one of the greatest names in the history of this company. You are merely days away from facing me, that’s right, FACING me. What will you do when I stand in front of you, and the backstabbing attacks are unavailable? Personally, I think that you are going to do what you have done better than everyone else in this industry for your entire career, you are going to flop. Meanwhile, I am going to do the thing that I have done the best for the length of my career. I am going to kick the living crap out of you in front of every one of my fans, and I am going to enjoy every moment of it. Washed up? I am not sure what the younger generation would define washed up as, but I sure don’t think that any of the definitions entail the success that I have had until this point, nor do they entail what I am going to do to you at Battle Grounds.
I may play nice with the fans Joe, but remember the one thing that you should know better than anyone else, we were close once, deep down inside I am a horrible human being that is capable of doing some terrible things. I am able to imagine things that to most would be considered heinous and I am also capable of acting out upon my impulses. My best matches have always come against the opponents that have stirred the pot the most, and Joe, rest assured that you have stirred the pot. All that I have thought of for the past month is all of the ways that I would like to destroy you in the middle of the ring.
~*~*~Once again Lance is interrupted by a beep.~*~*~[/i]
Driver: Uh…uh….Mr. Ryan…we have arrived and your wife is on her way over to the car.
Lance Ryan: If she so much as has to set foot within five feet of that door handle, your job will be gone. Do your damn job and open this door..
~*~*~The Driver can be heard clambering out of his side of the car and saying something to Cassadra.~*~*~[/i]
Lance Ryan: One more thing Joe, a bit of a challenge for you. I challenge you to expand your rudimentary speak that you tend to use around these parts. Find yourself a new point to aim at in my career because your original arguments have gone stale. I am not washed up, I am on a three match winning streak. I am not holding my spot, I am earning my way back to where I belong. I am not holding down younger guys, I am simply doing my job, it is not my fault that the young lions are failing miserably when they hit the wall of nCw’s true Icon. So, Joe, find some new material. That is, if you decide to back up your actions with words at all.
~*~*~With that, Lance steps out of the door that the driver is holding for him, and embraces his wife Cassandra.~*~*~[/i]
Cassandra Ryan: Come on sweetheart, the fans are waiting for you and dying to get your autograph.
Lance Ryan: Ah yes, my adoring fans. That is why I do everything in this business. I am a new man and I am glad that they accept me. All of my tactics of old are now a thing of the past. Let us go see their smiling faces.
~*~*~FIN~*~*~[/i]