Post by R. Daniels on Jul 13, 2009 13:48:30 GMT -5
(We open our WCF camera into a familiar place, the locker room of one, Ryan Daniels. He is slump up against the wall, another defeat is the only thing going through his head at this point. He falls, sitting on the floor, his knees to his chest, and head down.)
So many times, I give, I give and give and give... and in the end... I'm nothing. For so long, I've tried to prove to so many people, that I am worth something. But... it never seems like I can do that. In the end I'm just a footnote, for someone's legacy. I'm just another notch... a liner note in someones great story. And every week I ask, 'When is Ryan Daniels gonna write his story?'.
My promises of destruction are only met with scoffs and brush-aways... I'm beginning to fade away. Soon, there will be no need for Ryan Daniels, I look behind me and that line is getting shorter, but the one in front of me... goes for miles. Every week another name gets added in front of me, they wont need me, WCF wont need to ring up the phone of Ryan Daniels, the will have the Mikami's, Slicky T's, Reb's Dake's... they aren't gonna need me anymore.
When I first got here, I showed that I was serious, that I could be the best in this business and there could be few arguments against that point, but now... now I dont know. Now, I can only just watch as others ascend past me and I ask myself, 'What do they have, that I don't?'... Passion? No. Talent? No.
The answer is nothing... they have nothing.
Slickie T's head so far up his own ass he doesn't what way is up, Reb's only proving what I proved in the GWC, that he can't get the job done, and Mikami is being him... uninteresting. And for so long I KNEW I was better than them, but now I stand here... envious... I WANT to be them.
Because they are needed, they wont go away for a long time, they look at me and they see a star fading away... but them, their stars are only growing brighter... negatives or not. So what can you do? I can just keep doing what I'm doing and get nothing, or I can make a change... do something unexpected and show that I am not just some fleeting memory.
(Ryan stands up still leaning against the wall. He stops for a second as he looks at the camera)
I can see you, watching, waiting for the next break down, waiting for Daniels to go bouncing off the walls… (laughs). A time like this… I would expect myself to do that very thing, but I just can’t. But something… something just wants to just come out and just start tearing things apart, but another part of me… waits, like an animal. Sitting there… as the people rattle the cage, just taking it… soaking it in, remember every face that crossed its path, because as soon as th door opens… it’s time…
Time to destroy. And that is what I’m feeling now, that calm before the storm. But maybe that is too much, maybe I just need to go out there and just continue to fight,, continue to crawl up. And then I see the match. Me and Dake Ken, World Title Match… what sweet payback for not only rob Dake of his date with Reb at Ultimate Showdown… but to not only give that sweet finger to everyone who wanted to write me off as nothing more than a flash in the pan name.
(Daniels starts to rub his hands together)
In one fell swoop, everything will be right… am I delusional for thinking that, yes… but I don’t care.
I never did.
(End)
So many times, I give, I give and give and give... and in the end... I'm nothing. For so long, I've tried to prove to so many people, that I am worth something. But... it never seems like I can do that. In the end I'm just a footnote, for someone's legacy. I'm just another notch... a liner note in someones great story. And every week I ask, 'When is Ryan Daniels gonna write his story?'.
My promises of destruction are only met with scoffs and brush-aways... I'm beginning to fade away. Soon, there will be no need for Ryan Daniels, I look behind me and that line is getting shorter, but the one in front of me... goes for miles. Every week another name gets added in front of me, they wont need me, WCF wont need to ring up the phone of Ryan Daniels, the will have the Mikami's, Slicky T's, Reb's Dake's... they aren't gonna need me anymore.
When I first got here, I showed that I was serious, that I could be the best in this business and there could be few arguments against that point, but now... now I dont know. Now, I can only just watch as others ascend past me and I ask myself, 'What do they have, that I don't?'... Passion? No. Talent? No.
The answer is nothing... they have nothing.
Slickie T's head so far up his own ass he doesn't what way is up, Reb's only proving what I proved in the GWC, that he can't get the job done, and Mikami is being him... uninteresting. And for so long I KNEW I was better than them, but now I stand here... envious... I WANT to be them.
Because they are needed, they wont go away for a long time, they look at me and they see a star fading away... but them, their stars are only growing brighter... negatives or not. So what can you do? I can just keep doing what I'm doing and get nothing, or I can make a change... do something unexpected and show that I am not just some fleeting memory.
(Ryan stands up still leaning against the wall. He stops for a second as he looks at the camera)
I can see you, watching, waiting for the next break down, waiting for Daniels to go bouncing off the walls… (laughs). A time like this… I would expect myself to do that very thing, but I just can’t. But something… something just wants to just come out and just start tearing things apart, but another part of me… waits, like an animal. Sitting there… as the people rattle the cage, just taking it… soaking it in, remember every face that crossed its path, because as soon as th door opens… it’s time…
Time to destroy. And that is what I’m feeling now, that calm before the storm. But maybe that is too much, maybe I just need to go out there and just continue to fight,, continue to crawl up. And then I see the match. Me and Dake Ken, World Title Match… what sweet payback for not only rob Dake of his date with Reb at Ultimate Showdown… but to not only give that sweet finger to everyone who wanted to write me off as nothing more than a flash in the pan name.
(Daniels starts to rub his hands together)
In one fell swoop, everything will be right… am I delusional for thinking that, yes… but I don’t care.
I never did.
(End)
