Post by lanceryan on Jun 22, 2007 9:23:15 GMT -5
~*~*~The scene opens and we are in the parking lot of the arena for Explosion. We see Hank Brown hanging around, he is definitely waiting for the arrival of someone. Suddenly a limousine rounds the corner and rolls down toward Hank. The limousine stops near him and the driver gets out and opens the door. Lance Ryan steps out of the limousine and he is dressed in a black suit and has his black shades on, and his long hair tied back into a ponytail. The driver shuts the door behind him and Hank walks over in Lance's direction.~*~*~
Lance:
Hank Brown. To what do I owe the honor?
Hank
Well Lance, I am hoping to get a few words from you on your People's Championship match with Jason Anderson. I spoke with him earlier today and he had some things to say. I was wondering if you had anything to say in response.
Lance:
Ah yes. Mr. Anderson. I saw what he had to say, and I actually do want to set the record straight. You see, I have seen punks like Anderson come and go in my long career. The young guys that come in and the company gives them the ball early, you see Hank, it gets to their heads.
I saw Jason going on about women, and about sponsorship deals and other such things. Jason, a piece of advice from someone that has been around for ten years now may come in handy. Don't let those things get to your head. First off, the women. Those women are nothing more than WCF groupies. You see, they will jump every new piece of meat that the WCF decides to give a chance. They won't be knocking down your door forever, they will ride you like a government mule while you are a hot commodity, and then they will disappear when the next big thing comes along.
As far as the sponsorships...you see, companies are fickle. They don't really understand the wrestling business. They see someone that feigns popularity and they will mistake that for the real deal. They will throw money at you, they will give you the photo ops, and then when they figure out that you are just another wrestler...the oasis dries up. The best piece of advice that I can give you on that account is to be a professional. Generally, people begin to realize that you aren't that great when you walk around calling your opponent a dick head. You see, those kind of remarks were funny on the school playground, but you are a man now Jason. A man with a title even, those kinds of stupid remarks don't move you ahead in life anymore.
Hank:
Yea, that comment kind of took me back a bit, I was....
Lance:
Hank, when I want your two cents, I will give it to you, for now just stand their like the trained monkey that you are and hold that microphone up to my face.
Jason, I know that that first taste of gold can be tantalizing. You go home every night and you spend your time shining that title, but reality is harsh. Titles are won to be lost in this business. They do not stick around for long, because there will always be someone better than you, or a night when you have an off night. Tonight, you will climb through those ropes and take on someone that is better than you. Tonight your arrogance, your groupies, your money...they all mean nothing. Tonight what matters is what is on the flier for the event. That is simply Lance Ryan vs. Jason Anderson - People's Championship.
You pointed out a great piece of information. Neither one of us has tapped out or been pinned thus far in the company. Tonight, odds are that one of us will. I don't have to tell you who I think that will be. But remember, when it does happen Jason, it doesn't make you any lesser of a man, it just means that you faced the best, and came up a little bit short.
~*~*~Lance looks over at Hank who has pulled the microphone a little toward himself again. He looks pensive to speak though when he catches Lance's glare.~*~*~
Lance:
Go ahead Hank. Share your wisdom with us.
Hank:
Well, I just wanted to add that Jason was saying that he is a man of the people, and that you wanted the title for selfish reasons...
Lance:
Oh yes. Jason is a man of the people. I almost forgot. Jason, rule number one in this industry...the people don't mean jack. You see, every man should be after that title for selfish reasons. It shows that the company has faith in you, it brings more money, you fly in the front of the company plane, you rub shoulders with the wrestlers above you...it moves you UP. The hell with the people. DO you know what the people do for you? NOTHING! The fans are fickle, just like everyone else that is not in the industry. They will cheer or boo whoever the WCF decides to make them cheer or boo. They will always dish out money for tickets, they will always show up for autographs. It doesn't matter if you have that title and are kissing their asses, or if I have the title and couldn't give a damn about them.
Do I want that title for myself? Yes. That isn't such a bad thing, but I understand son, you haven't been around enough to know how those fans can wear on you. You will learn. You will learn without THEIR title of course, because I am making that statement now. Tonight, I will climb into the ring. You will follow. You will carry that title down proudly. The fans may even cheer you. The referee will show off that title, and then the bell will ring. Then, at some point in the match, I will take you down harder than anyone has thus far in the WCF. You will be glazed over, and looking at the lights, and all you will hear is a hand hitting the mat three times. Another bell will ring at that point and you will see me holding that belt that you want so dearly for all the right reasons. Jason, at that point, you will realize two very important things. First, you will think, "wow, Lance was right, the fans do mean nothing", and then the second thought will cross your mind. "Like many men before me over the years, I have been beaten by the best".
~*~*~With that Lance walks off camera. A few seconds later though he returns and looks into the camera.~*~*~
Lance:
Oh and Jason. That's ok. You still will be a rising star in the WCF, you will just know that there is at least one person better than you. As I said, someone is always better. Tonight, that someone will be me. See you in the ring pal.
*~*~*~With that Lance does leave the view of the camera and the scene fades out.~*~*~
Lance:
Hank Brown. To what do I owe the honor?
Hank
Well Lance, I am hoping to get a few words from you on your People's Championship match with Jason Anderson. I spoke with him earlier today and he had some things to say. I was wondering if you had anything to say in response.
Lance:
Ah yes. Mr. Anderson. I saw what he had to say, and I actually do want to set the record straight. You see, I have seen punks like Anderson come and go in my long career. The young guys that come in and the company gives them the ball early, you see Hank, it gets to their heads.
I saw Jason going on about women, and about sponsorship deals and other such things. Jason, a piece of advice from someone that has been around for ten years now may come in handy. Don't let those things get to your head. First off, the women. Those women are nothing more than WCF groupies. You see, they will jump every new piece of meat that the WCF decides to give a chance. They won't be knocking down your door forever, they will ride you like a government mule while you are a hot commodity, and then they will disappear when the next big thing comes along.
As far as the sponsorships...you see, companies are fickle. They don't really understand the wrestling business. They see someone that feigns popularity and they will mistake that for the real deal. They will throw money at you, they will give you the photo ops, and then when they figure out that you are just another wrestler...the oasis dries up. The best piece of advice that I can give you on that account is to be a professional. Generally, people begin to realize that you aren't that great when you walk around calling your opponent a dick head. You see, those kind of remarks were funny on the school playground, but you are a man now Jason. A man with a title even, those kinds of stupid remarks don't move you ahead in life anymore.
Hank:
Yea, that comment kind of took me back a bit, I was....
Lance:
Hank, when I want your two cents, I will give it to you, for now just stand their like the trained monkey that you are and hold that microphone up to my face.
Jason, I know that that first taste of gold can be tantalizing. You go home every night and you spend your time shining that title, but reality is harsh. Titles are won to be lost in this business. They do not stick around for long, because there will always be someone better than you, or a night when you have an off night. Tonight, you will climb through those ropes and take on someone that is better than you. Tonight your arrogance, your groupies, your money...they all mean nothing. Tonight what matters is what is on the flier for the event. That is simply Lance Ryan vs. Jason Anderson - People's Championship.
You pointed out a great piece of information. Neither one of us has tapped out or been pinned thus far in the company. Tonight, odds are that one of us will. I don't have to tell you who I think that will be. But remember, when it does happen Jason, it doesn't make you any lesser of a man, it just means that you faced the best, and came up a little bit short.
~*~*~Lance looks over at Hank who has pulled the microphone a little toward himself again. He looks pensive to speak though when he catches Lance's glare.~*~*~
Lance:
Go ahead Hank. Share your wisdom with us.
Hank:
Well, I just wanted to add that Jason was saying that he is a man of the people, and that you wanted the title for selfish reasons...
Lance:
Oh yes. Jason is a man of the people. I almost forgot. Jason, rule number one in this industry...the people don't mean jack. You see, every man should be after that title for selfish reasons. It shows that the company has faith in you, it brings more money, you fly in the front of the company plane, you rub shoulders with the wrestlers above you...it moves you UP. The hell with the people. DO you know what the people do for you? NOTHING! The fans are fickle, just like everyone else that is not in the industry. They will cheer or boo whoever the WCF decides to make them cheer or boo. They will always dish out money for tickets, they will always show up for autographs. It doesn't matter if you have that title and are kissing their asses, or if I have the title and couldn't give a damn about them.
Do I want that title for myself? Yes. That isn't such a bad thing, but I understand son, you haven't been around enough to know how those fans can wear on you. You will learn. You will learn without THEIR title of course, because I am making that statement now. Tonight, I will climb into the ring. You will follow. You will carry that title down proudly. The fans may even cheer you. The referee will show off that title, and then the bell will ring. Then, at some point in the match, I will take you down harder than anyone has thus far in the WCF. You will be glazed over, and looking at the lights, and all you will hear is a hand hitting the mat three times. Another bell will ring at that point and you will see me holding that belt that you want so dearly for all the right reasons. Jason, at that point, you will realize two very important things. First, you will think, "wow, Lance was right, the fans do mean nothing", and then the second thought will cross your mind. "Like many men before me over the years, I have been beaten by the best".
~*~*~With that Lance walks off camera. A few seconds later though he returns and looks into the camera.~*~*~
Lance:
Oh and Jason. That's ok. You still will be a rising star in the WCF, you will just know that there is at least one person better than you. As I said, someone is always better. Tonight, that someone will be me. See you in the ring pal.
*~*~*~With that Lance does leave the view of the camera and the scene fades out.~*~*~
