Post by Lance Ryan on Nov 27, 2013 1:27:42 GMT
~*~*~Nobody can tell you just how sweet victory feels. It is one of those things that you cannot understand until you feel it for yourself. It feels especially good when the last victory was over five years ago in the middle of a wrestling ring. In a world that is increasingly becoming more and more about babying your children and teaching them that it is about participation, not winning or losing, people are growing up without that edge, that will to win and the DESIRE to be the best. None of that is lost on Lance Ryan. He has risen to the top, he has sank to the bottom and he has dwelled in the middle. Lance Ryan knows what it means to be the absolute best at what he does and chances are that he will again be there in our industry. With his first victory officially under his belt his ego is again returning to epic proportions. He again can back up his words in the ring and he again is proving that there are two things that you need to know about Lance Ryan. He knows how to win and he cannot be trusted.~*~*~
~*~*~Lance is getting back into his car with a bouquet of flowers and he drives the short distance back to his house.~*~*~
Lance: I suppose that Jessy had a point. There is a difference between being a bad guy and crossing lines that we have placed in our own lives. My children for the most part understand what it means to be a wrestler. They know that the Lance that they see on television is not the father that lives with them in their home. For the MOST part. Sometimes I think that Zell gets a little too involved with the storylines that he sees on television. Hopefully these flowers will go a little bit of the way to making up for my stupidity. I am through and through on board with The Empire, but I do need to watch what I do on tv. I have to put my family first.
~*~*~Lance pulls up into the driveway, grabs the flowers and grabs his bags. As he is making his way up the steps the door swings open and Zell comes running out and he wraps his arms around Lance's waist giving him a big hug. Lance pushes Zell over to one leg and continues to walk, carrying the weight of Zell on one leg. Jessy is standing at the door and she is smiling as she sees the flowers. Lance hands her the bouquet.~*~*~
Lance: I am sorry. You were right.
Jessy: Mmmm, every woman loves to hear those words. Can I hear them again? How was it to get that first win since your return?
Lance: You wouldn't believe how good it felt. I needed that win in the worst way. For myself and to shut the mouths of the nay-sayers.
Jessy: Yes, I imagine that you are over the moon right now. Please check your ego at the door though. It has no place here.
Lance: I already said sorry, that's not enough? Now I have a boss at work and a boss at home? You fell in love with the arrogant son of a bitch that stands before you.
Zell: Sonerfabeach
~*~*~Jessy gives Lance a look and they both laugh as they look at Zell. He is really at that age where he picks up on everything that is said and done around him. Lance puts his bag down and picks Zell up off of the floor.~*~*~
Lance: You don't need to learn that one buddy. Daddy needs to have his mouth washed out with soap. Why don't we go and wash up for supper buddy. Daddy is starving and I am sure that mommy has worked hard on our supper tonight.
~*~*~There is a knock at the open door as a pizza delivery guy is standing there. Lance rolls his eyes and laughs at Jessy as he walks off to wash up.~*~*~
Pizza Delivery Guy: Was that Lance Ryan?
Jessy: Yes, yes. Let me guess you want his autograph in exchange for free pizza?
Pizza Delivery Guy: Hardly. That piece of shit should have stayed retired. What a scum bag. This will be the last time that we deliver here. I would rather burn this house to the ground. People hate your husband m'am. Why would I want an autograph from a man that crucifies people on live television? That's $35 please give it to me so that I can get out of here.
~*~*~Jessy pays the pizza man and he leaves. She shuts the door and has a puzzled and concerned look on her face. She wonders if she should tell Lance about the threatening letter that she received or if she should just leave well enough alone.~*~*~
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Lance: Lather, Rinse, Repeat. I get through the pay per view. I win my first match here in IWF in a triple threat match. I faced a giant of a man and a man my own size...what do I get in return? This week it's the same exact thing. I am trying to figure out exactly what IWF is saying here by putting me in another "heavyweight showcase" against two guys that really are not even close to being on my level. After much thought and much consideration I think that I have it figured out. IWF has quickly learned what most companies that I have worked in have quickly learned. Lance Ryan is MONEY. Nobody is making any money if I dwell in the midcard. Nobody is making money if I am not involved in feuds. Nobody is making money if I am not challenging for a title, especially THE title. I think that I am taking on two guys every night now so that I can rack up the wins and climb the ladder of talent quicker than most. One on one matches is how you test a new guy on the block. Beating two guys every week i how you quickly build a contender for a major title. So, I accept the plight that comes with the three way match and I will again rise above and ensure that two more men fall at my feet and I will climb another couple rungs on my way up the mediocre ladder that is IWF.
There are a lot of parallels between my match on Sunday and my match next week. I am taking on two men, they are of similar size to my opponents last week, I know one of them well and I know very little about the other one and the similarities go on. There is one more thing that I can assure you that these two matches have in common. I will again win. I will win by outsmarting, out wrestling and out dueling my two opponents.
I will beat Jackhammer with speed and I will beat Nero because I am better and smarter than he is. I will do this because they are just the next two in my path as I make my ascent and they are two men that I will dispose of before I get my hands where I really want them. Around the throat of that paper champion Davey Ortega. Ortega has had a hard on for me since we first met in the middle of the biggest tournament in nCw's history. Davey, I hear you name dropping me, I know that you are begging for a chance to face me because you somehow believe that you are now better than you were back then. Believe me, I hear your calls and your time will come. I hope that I get my hands on you before Spike does again so that I don't have to hear yet another excuse when you drop the ball and lose to me. History has a penchant for repeating itself and let's be honest, there is not history and no future where Davey Ortega is in the same league as Lance Ryan or Spike Kane. Of course, that can be said about a lot of people around here.
Someone that I know perhaps better than Ortega is Jackhammer. We always seem to end up in the same feds, we always seem to have that one off match and I always seem to win. Jackhammer, every time that I see that I have to face you I think two things. The first thing that I think is "oh boy, this guy again" and the second thing that I think is "if I lose this match, I should retire".
Like I said, we always end up in the same places, I am always at the top of the card and you are always the big special guy that walks around with a big dumb grin on his face and never amounts to anything. You haven't grown or changed as an athlete in the five years that I have been gone. I am sure that you make a decent living at this, but how can you carry on when you really don't ever amount to anything? You're a big guy that the smaller guys look good against when they defeat you. You're the big guys that is a side show and throws around the lesser wrestlers but you are not, you never have been and you never will be, good. Usually I at least give a giant some credit when I climb into the ring with them but you are the least of my worries, I know that there is a zero percent chance that Jackhammer will reign supreme in this match. However, make sure that the DVR is set at home and make sure that the kids are gathered around the television. This will be the nighyt that you again face a future World Champion. I will even sign an autograph for little Suzie and little Johnny after our match. After all, they know that yours isn't worth anything.
Well, if I am not concerned by Jackhammer, what about Nero? Nero, Nero is a bit of a wildcard. I know that many people underestimate him and I know that to many he is just a strange man, but who am I to judge? Perhaps nobody has every had more life issues and psychological issues than I have. Nero, I expect a good match out of you. I view you as NEARLY an equal, but not quite. I have always been impressed by your work and I look forward to sharing the ring with you.
These are all things that I would say to you if I didn't think that you were a crazy, jealous freak driven by the need to be better than your brother, something else that you will never achieve. I see people like you all the time in life. People that think that wrestling is the place for them to seem same. The wrestling ring seems to attract more crazies than anywhere else except for the insane asylum and a Miley Cyrus stage show. I am going to warn you now, that ring on Monday, that is not a safe place for people like you. One of the things that I have done my entire life is destroy people that I feel are weaker than the rest. I believe in the laws of Darwin and when I look at you I see a man that is short on brains, short on talent and much less capable of living a normal life than most of the people in this world.
People that suffer from depression and delusions and jealousy are people that cannot find a niche for themselves in life. They always have to focus on what other people have and what other people do. That is no way to live. Why do you choose to live that way? I bet that you wish that you could be NORMAL like me. Look at my life Nero. I have a beautiful wife, I have two beautiful boys and I have a large house. You have a pack of fools that follow you blindly like a bunch of sucidial teenagers begging for the kool-aid. Look at what I have, look at what your brother has...let's be honest, you should save everyone the time that it takes to try to help you and, oh, I don't know, either disappear or express deliver the inevitable, your suicide note, a lot of tears and a long drawn out failed attempt to say goodbye. After all, you haven't succeeded at anything in life, why start now?
You're a disgusting waste of life, you are taking up valuable oxygen and you really just aren't successful at anything. I will relish the opportunity to show all of that to the world on Monday.
The hardest decision that I have to make is which one of you I will pin on Monday. The rest is elementary.
~*~*~Lance is getting back into his car with a bouquet of flowers and he drives the short distance back to his house.~*~*~
Lance: I suppose that Jessy had a point. There is a difference between being a bad guy and crossing lines that we have placed in our own lives. My children for the most part understand what it means to be a wrestler. They know that the Lance that they see on television is not the father that lives with them in their home. For the MOST part. Sometimes I think that Zell gets a little too involved with the storylines that he sees on television. Hopefully these flowers will go a little bit of the way to making up for my stupidity. I am through and through on board with The Empire, but I do need to watch what I do on tv. I have to put my family first.
~*~*~Lance pulls up into the driveway, grabs the flowers and grabs his bags. As he is making his way up the steps the door swings open and Zell comes running out and he wraps his arms around Lance's waist giving him a big hug. Lance pushes Zell over to one leg and continues to walk, carrying the weight of Zell on one leg. Jessy is standing at the door and she is smiling as she sees the flowers. Lance hands her the bouquet.~*~*~
Lance: I am sorry. You were right.
Jessy: Mmmm, every woman loves to hear those words. Can I hear them again? How was it to get that first win since your return?
Lance: You wouldn't believe how good it felt. I needed that win in the worst way. For myself and to shut the mouths of the nay-sayers.
Jessy: Yes, I imagine that you are over the moon right now. Please check your ego at the door though. It has no place here.
Lance: I already said sorry, that's not enough? Now I have a boss at work and a boss at home? You fell in love with the arrogant son of a bitch that stands before you.
Zell: Sonerfabeach
~*~*~Jessy gives Lance a look and they both laugh as they look at Zell. He is really at that age where he picks up on everything that is said and done around him. Lance puts his bag down and picks Zell up off of the floor.~*~*~
Lance: You don't need to learn that one buddy. Daddy needs to have his mouth washed out with soap. Why don't we go and wash up for supper buddy. Daddy is starving and I am sure that mommy has worked hard on our supper tonight.
~*~*~There is a knock at the open door as a pizza delivery guy is standing there. Lance rolls his eyes and laughs at Jessy as he walks off to wash up.~*~*~
Pizza Delivery Guy: Was that Lance Ryan?
Jessy: Yes, yes. Let me guess you want his autograph in exchange for free pizza?
Pizza Delivery Guy: Hardly. That piece of shit should have stayed retired. What a scum bag. This will be the last time that we deliver here. I would rather burn this house to the ground. People hate your husband m'am. Why would I want an autograph from a man that crucifies people on live television? That's $35 please give it to me so that I can get out of here.
~*~*~Jessy pays the pizza man and he leaves. She shuts the door and has a puzzled and concerned look on her face. She wonders if she should tell Lance about the threatening letter that she received or if she should just leave well enough alone.~*~*~
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Lance: Lather, Rinse, Repeat. I get through the pay per view. I win my first match here in IWF in a triple threat match. I faced a giant of a man and a man my own size...what do I get in return? This week it's the same exact thing. I am trying to figure out exactly what IWF is saying here by putting me in another "heavyweight showcase" against two guys that really are not even close to being on my level. After much thought and much consideration I think that I have it figured out. IWF has quickly learned what most companies that I have worked in have quickly learned. Lance Ryan is MONEY. Nobody is making any money if I dwell in the midcard. Nobody is making money if I am not involved in feuds. Nobody is making money if I am not challenging for a title, especially THE title. I think that I am taking on two guys every night now so that I can rack up the wins and climb the ladder of talent quicker than most. One on one matches is how you test a new guy on the block. Beating two guys every week i how you quickly build a contender for a major title. So, I accept the plight that comes with the three way match and I will again rise above and ensure that two more men fall at my feet and I will climb another couple rungs on my way up the mediocre ladder that is IWF.
There are a lot of parallels between my match on Sunday and my match next week. I am taking on two men, they are of similar size to my opponents last week, I know one of them well and I know very little about the other one and the similarities go on. There is one more thing that I can assure you that these two matches have in common. I will again win. I will win by outsmarting, out wrestling and out dueling my two opponents.
I will beat Jackhammer with speed and I will beat Nero because I am better and smarter than he is. I will do this because they are just the next two in my path as I make my ascent and they are two men that I will dispose of before I get my hands where I really want them. Around the throat of that paper champion Davey Ortega. Ortega has had a hard on for me since we first met in the middle of the biggest tournament in nCw's history. Davey, I hear you name dropping me, I know that you are begging for a chance to face me because you somehow believe that you are now better than you were back then. Believe me, I hear your calls and your time will come. I hope that I get my hands on you before Spike does again so that I don't have to hear yet another excuse when you drop the ball and lose to me. History has a penchant for repeating itself and let's be honest, there is not history and no future where Davey Ortega is in the same league as Lance Ryan or Spike Kane. Of course, that can be said about a lot of people around here.
Someone that I know perhaps better than Ortega is Jackhammer. We always seem to end up in the same feds, we always seem to have that one off match and I always seem to win. Jackhammer, every time that I see that I have to face you I think two things. The first thing that I think is "oh boy, this guy again" and the second thing that I think is "if I lose this match, I should retire".
Like I said, we always end up in the same places, I am always at the top of the card and you are always the big special guy that walks around with a big dumb grin on his face and never amounts to anything. You haven't grown or changed as an athlete in the five years that I have been gone. I am sure that you make a decent living at this, but how can you carry on when you really don't ever amount to anything? You're a big guy that the smaller guys look good against when they defeat you. You're the big guys that is a side show and throws around the lesser wrestlers but you are not, you never have been and you never will be, good. Usually I at least give a giant some credit when I climb into the ring with them but you are the least of my worries, I know that there is a zero percent chance that Jackhammer will reign supreme in this match. However, make sure that the DVR is set at home and make sure that the kids are gathered around the television. This will be the nighyt that you again face a future World Champion. I will even sign an autograph for little Suzie and little Johnny after our match. After all, they know that yours isn't worth anything.
Well, if I am not concerned by Jackhammer, what about Nero? Nero, Nero is a bit of a wildcard. I know that many people underestimate him and I know that to many he is just a strange man, but who am I to judge? Perhaps nobody has every had more life issues and psychological issues than I have. Nero, I expect a good match out of you. I view you as NEARLY an equal, but not quite. I have always been impressed by your work and I look forward to sharing the ring with you.
These are all things that I would say to you if I didn't think that you were a crazy, jealous freak driven by the need to be better than your brother, something else that you will never achieve. I see people like you all the time in life. People that think that wrestling is the place for them to seem same. The wrestling ring seems to attract more crazies than anywhere else except for the insane asylum and a Miley Cyrus stage show. I am going to warn you now, that ring on Monday, that is not a safe place for people like you. One of the things that I have done my entire life is destroy people that I feel are weaker than the rest. I believe in the laws of Darwin and when I look at you I see a man that is short on brains, short on talent and much less capable of living a normal life than most of the people in this world.
People that suffer from depression and delusions and jealousy are people that cannot find a niche for themselves in life. They always have to focus on what other people have and what other people do. That is no way to live. Why do you choose to live that way? I bet that you wish that you could be NORMAL like me. Look at my life Nero. I have a beautiful wife, I have two beautiful boys and I have a large house. You have a pack of fools that follow you blindly like a bunch of sucidial teenagers begging for the kool-aid. Look at what I have, look at what your brother has...let's be honest, you should save everyone the time that it takes to try to help you and, oh, I don't know, either disappear or express deliver the inevitable, your suicide note, a lot of tears and a long drawn out failed attempt to say goodbye. After all, you haven't succeeded at anything in life, why start now?
You're a disgusting waste of life, you are taking up valuable oxygen and you really just aren't successful at anything. I will relish the opportunity to show all of that to the world on Monday.
The hardest decision that I have to make is which one of you I will pin on Monday. The rest is elementary.
Well howdy there pardner.