Post by R. Daniels on Jan 25, 2010 1:41:19 GMT -5
Ryan Daniels walks into view of the camera and pours himself a drink, he takes a nice long sip, before placing his glass on the counter. He laughs a little bit before turning toward the camera
Well, Mikami, you almost did it... I mean you were THAT close to finally ending my tenure here in WCF. But... like everything else you do in life, you failed. But I wouldn't get too broken up... I mean, chances are we will cross paths again, and maybe you'll be able to get rid of me.
But I guess that brings me to this week, I guess... this is sort for a chance to wash my past away, I mean I've faced Doc Henry numerous times, Tank a few times... and this guy named, "Manster"? Really?
In the giant book of generic wrestling names, you picked, "Manster"?
Daniels does a facepalm, as he shakes his head
It's official, I've been handed the bottom of the barrel. Not only in terms of intelligence, but of competition. I mean who really has been there to light a fire under me, whose shown that fighting spirit to get me to hop out of my chair and just WANT to win.
But I guess before you walk, you gotta crawl, but it feels like I've been crawling for awhile.
Daniels grabs his glass and makes his way to his deck, he places it on the table and he grabs a seat, leaning back, looking off into the distance.
It seems like every once and again, I come back and spit the same old nonsense, about how this time it will be different and how I'm a changed man, but to be honest, why should you buy it... Why should you, the viewer, buy into what I'm selling.
That is the beauty of it, you don't have to... so if I fail, you wont look like a fool for backing me up.
But if I succeed, then you have the self-satisfaction of saying, "That you've always believed in me" You look like a genius either way, you can't lose. And for so long, I've seemed to feed off the people that trusted me, but now... those people are becoming fewer and more distant, you see, once you falter, they want nothing to do with you..
He takes a sip, chuckling a little bit
The very same people, I tried to separate myself from. the leaches of Hollywood... sucking the life out of you, until you are nothing more than a husk. I fought so hard only to be back in the same place I was in, a few years ago.
It sucks, but that is life right, cyclical, just random events doomed to repeat themselves.
Daniels stands up and walks to the edge of his deck and leans on the banister, still looking out into the distance.
But what is with this useless babbling from me, it's just... I know I can basically moonwalk over all of my opponents, and I don't see the threat, but I've alway seen myself as a headliner, head always in the clouds. Doc, Tank, "Manster" your not on my level, you're not even in the same sport as me... and once Slam comes and goes and Ten come around, I think it is time for Ryan Daniels start to separate himself from the pack.
I mean, I see it like this, we all enter the room, we all hit moves and do counters and I win. Simple as that, toss in some high spots, epic match... but I still win in the end. I cam within SECONDS of my career being over, and I think that gave me my moment of clarity, my time here is short, and I need to make something of it... and it starts now...
'Oh there goes Ryan Daniels setting unrealistic expectations again'
I wouldn't be me... if I didnt set goals for myself, and Slam is Step 1.
Daniels grabs his drink and makes his wau back into his home.
Well, Mikami, you almost did it... I mean you were THAT close to finally ending my tenure here in WCF. But... like everything else you do in life, you failed. But I wouldn't get too broken up... I mean, chances are we will cross paths again, and maybe you'll be able to get rid of me.
But I guess that brings me to this week, I guess... this is sort for a chance to wash my past away, I mean I've faced Doc Henry numerous times, Tank a few times... and this guy named, "Manster"? Really?
In the giant book of generic wrestling names, you picked, "Manster"?
Daniels does a facepalm, as he shakes his head
It's official, I've been handed the bottom of the barrel. Not only in terms of intelligence, but of competition. I mean who really has been there to light a fire under me, whose shown that fighting spirit to get me to hop out of my chair and just WANT to win.
But I guess before you walk, you gotta crawl, but it feels like I've been crawling for awhile.
Daniels grabs his glass and makes his way to his deck, he places it on the table and he grabs a seat, leaning back, looking off into the distance.
It seems like every once and again, I come back and spit the same old nonsense, about how this time it will be different and how I'm a changed man, but to be honest, why should you buy it... Why should you, the viewer, buy into what I'm selling.
That is the beauty of it, you don't have to... so if I fail, you wont look like a fool for backing me up.
But if I succeed, then you have the self-satisfaction of saying, "That you've always believed in me" You look like a genius either way, you can't lose. And for so long, I've seemed to feed off the people that trusted me, but now... those people are becoming fewer and more distant, you see, once you falter, they want nothing to do with you..
He takes a sip, chuckling a little bit
The very same people, I tried to separate myself from. the leaches of Hollywood... sucking the life out of you, until you are nothing more than a husk. I fought so hard only to be back in the same place I was in, a few years ago.
It sucks, but that is life right, cyclical, just random events doomed to repeat themselves.
Daniels stands up and walks to the edge of his deck and leans on the banister, still looking out into the distance.
But what is with this useless babbling from me, it's just... I know I can basically moonwalk over all of my opponents, and I don't see the threat, but I've alway seen myself as a headliner, head always in the clouds. Doc, Tank, "Manster" your not on my level, you're not even in the same sport as me... and once Slam comes and goes and Ten come around, I think it is time for Ryan Daniels start to separate himself from the pack.
I mean, I see it like this, we all enter the room, we all hit moves and do counters and I win. Simple as that, toss in some high spots, epic match... but I still win in the end. I cam within SECONDS of my career being over, and I think that gave me my moment of clarity, my time here is short, and I need to make something of it... and it starts now...
'Oh there goes Ryan Daniels setting unrealistic expectations again'
I wouldn't be me... if I didnt set goals for myself, and Slam is Step 1.
Daniels grabs his drink and makes his wau back into his home.