Post by lanceryan on Jul 17, 2007 16:25:30 GMT -5
~*~*~Tag team matches. They are the industry's way of putting rivalries together into one match. Putting two "good guys" and two "bad guys" together, and pitting them against their soon to be opponents. That is what takes place this Sunday. One of the Slam Matches is Lance Ryan teaming with Rich Marciano to take on Jason Anderson and Davey Ortega. Rumors are abuzz about what Lance Ryan and Jason Anderson have in store for one another at Aftermath. Now, just seven days prior, they end up in the ring with rules just one more time.~*~*~
~*~*~The scene opens and we see Lance Ryan sitting in a dingy hotel room. The dirty drapes are blowing in the wind, and the be looks like it would show layer upon layer of DNA from various prostitutes and their johns. Lance is sitting on a chair that we can see is covered in plastic. The chair itself is ratty and has holes in it. Lance has a disgusted look upon his face as he looks around the room. He is dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a Jason Anderson WCF t-shirt.~*~*~
Lance:
Did you really expect me to wear my best clothes into this hellhole? This place should not even be suitable for my presence, and really it isn't. I am here for dramatic purposes. You see, lately there has been something going on in my life that reminds me of this room.
In everyone's life they have that one someone, that one bane that seems to never get away from them. That one monkey that never seems to get off their back. That one filthy, dirty piece of scum that comes out at the worst of times.
In this room, I can imagine what that bane has been. A man gets lonely, he goes for a drive and he picks himself up a piece of meat off of the side of the road and brings her here. While he is enjoying sexual release, his eyes wander. He looks at this room, at the dump that is surrounding him. He finally decides to enjoy what he has paid for, this hunk of fun, and room that charges by the hour...when from under the bed crawls a cockroach and suddenly it all sinks in.
~*~*~Lance gets up and crosses the room. He pulls the bed out from the wall and there is a huge hole behind it. From the wall, a cockroach falls and lands right on the floor.~*~*~
Lance:
You see, many people say that cockroaches are hard to kill. You stomp on them, and yet somehow they remain alive. they are not intelligent creatures, but they have tough shell.
~*~*~Lance steps on the roach, and there is a crunch, but when he lifts his foot, we can see that the damage is done, but the cockroach is indeed not dead. It continues to drag itself across the floor still.~*~*~
Lance:
You see, they just will not die. You can step on the over and over, and yet they continue to show some semblance of life. This is what Jason Anderson has become to me. He is my bane, he is my cockroach if you will. I have beaten him in the middle of the ring. I am THE People's Champion. Yet, ever since I arrived here, that piece of dirt always seems to be around the corner. He always finds a way to be around me. I am starting to think that maybe he is not a wrestler at all, perhaps he is just a Lance Ryan groupie.
Jason? How many times must I stomp you before you die? How many more times will you drag your broken body down that ramp to face me? I know the answer. Two. This week, you will drag yourself down to the ring for this tag match, and I will again defeat you within the rules. But the final time that we meet will be at the Pay Per View. You, me, and no rules. I will drag your body around the arena. I will beat you in ways that are unimaginable to you. I will make you bleed, I will make you cry. I will make sure that I finish the job that I have been working on for so long. At explosion. I WILL finish the job.
~*~*~Lance stomps on the cockroach again and this time it is dead. There is nothing left except for a pile of goo where the insect used to be.~*~*~
Lance:
Now, if you don't mind I am going to go and get dressed as I should be. In a real man's clothes. Jason, we face off twice in the next two weeks. Prepare to be burned...
~*~*~Lance goes to leave the room, and he takes one last look around him at the disgusting travesty of a hotel romp room. Then before he closes the door he mutters to himself.~*~*~
Lance:
...much like these clothes.
~*~*~With that, Lance closes the door and the scene fades out.~*~*~
~*~*~A very confident People's Champion. He has the gold, he has the charisma, and he feels that he has the edge. Two more matches, one a tag team match, the other a fight. Which one of these two men is better? Two weeks will tell.~*~*~
~*~*~The scene opens and we see Lance Ryan sitting in a dingy hotel room. The dirty drapes are blowing in the wind, and the be looks like it would show layer upon layer of DNA from various prostitutes and their johns. Lance is sitting on a chair that we can see is covered in plastic. The chair itself is ratty and has holes in it. Lance has a disgusted look upon his face as he looks around the room. He is dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a Jason Anderson WCF t-shirt.~*~*~
Lance:
Did you really expect me to wear my best clothes into this hellhole? This place should not even be suitable for my presence, and really it isn't. I am here for dramatic purposes. You see, lately there has been something going on in my life that reminds me of this room.
In everyone's life they have that one someone, that one bane that seems to never get away from them. That one monkey that never seems to get off their back. That one filthy, dirty piece of scum that comes out at the worst of times.
In this room, I can imagine what that bane has been. A man gets lonely, he goes for a drive and he picks himself up a piece of meat off of the side of the road and brings her here. While he is enjoying sexual release, his eyes wander. He looks at this room, at the dump that is surrounding him. He finally decides to enjoy what he has paid for, this hunk of fun, and room that charges by the hour...when from under the bed crawls a cockroach and suddenly it all sinks in.
~*~*~Lance gets up and crosses the room. He pulls the bed out from the wall and there is a huge hole behind it. From the wall, a cockroach falls and lands right on the floor.~*~*~
Lance:
You see, many people say that cockroaches are hard to kill. You stomp on them, and yet somehow they remain alive. they are not intelligent creatures, but they have tough shell.
~*~*~Lance steps on the roach, and there is a crunch, but when he lifts his foot, we can see that the damage is done, but the cockroach is indeed not dead. It continues to drag itself across the floor still.~*~*~
Lance:
You see, they just will not die. You can step on the over and over, and yet they continue to show some semblance of life. This is what Jason Anderson has become to me. He is my bane, he is my cockroach if you will. I have beaten him in the middle of the ring. I am THE People's Champion. Yet, ever since I arrived here, that piece of dirt always seems to be around the corner. He always finds a way to be around me. I am starting to think that maybe he is not a wrestler at all, perhaps he is just a Lance Ryan groupie.
Jason? How many times must I stomp you before you die? How many more times will you drag your broken body down that ramp to face me? I know the answer. Two. This week, you will drag yourself down to the ring for this tag match, and I will again defeat you within the rules. But the final time that we meet will be at the Pay Per View. You, me, and no rules. I will drag your body around the arena. I will beat you in ways that are unimaginable to you. I will make you bleed, I will make you cry. I will make sure that I finish the job that I have been working on for so long. At explosion. I WILL finish the job.
~*~*~Lance stomps on the cockroach again and this time it is dead. There is nothing left except for a pile of goo where the insect used to be.~*~*~
Lance:
Now, if you don't mind I am going to go and get dressed as I should be. In a real man's clothes. Jason, we face off twice in the next two weeks. Prepare to be burned...
~*~*~Lance goes to leave the room, and he takes one last look around him at the disgusting travesty of a hotel romp room. Then before he closes the door he mutters to himself.~*~*~
Lance:
...much like these clothes.
~*~*~With that, Lance closes the door and the scene fades out.~*~*~
~*~*~A very confident People's Champion. He has the gold, he has the charisma, and he feels that he has the edge. Two more matches, one a tag team match, the other a fight. Which one of these two men is better? Two weeks will tell.~*~*~
