Here and Now

[jayshort]

[updated:LAST EDITED ON Jul-03-02 AT 03:10 PM (EDT)]fade- in:

[small]Two events... two consecutive losses. You'd think Sean 'Triple X' Stevens would be down... on the verge of being out. Not only was his chance at proving he was better than one of the greatest in the game Hornet blown... but, his gym bag was missing something as well - fifteen pounds of Presidential Championship weight. Stevens glanced up at the camera, sitting on it's tripod, directly in front of the stool in which he was seated on. ...and, sighed. His long golden hair covered his eyes, and face, as he studied the floor below him in search for the right words until... he found them.[/small]

"I'm not one to make a bunch of excuses. Once upon a time it was... but, right about now... it's not my style. I never claimed I wouldn't be beaten... and, as confident as I am... I almost never expected to leave an arena without my Presidential title, or my hand raised. But, that's what's so great about the wrestling business.

"It's so unpredictable."

[small]Stevens couldn't help but smile, removing a speck of lint from his shirt, as he returned his attention to the camera.[/small]

"Just like I couldn't foresee Tom Adler ever being better than me on any given day of the week... or Hornet pinning my shoulders to the mat... is just how I felt the day I heard YOU entered the CSWA."

[small]His facial expression changed. Cocking his head sideward, Sean squinted his eyes in confusion.[/small]

"You are... Dan Ryan, right? GXW champ? A guy who has zero problems coming on CSWA television promoting his lame a##, piss poor, Erik Zeiba ran promotion. A guy who apparently got the best of Evan Aho in territory currently foreign to him. Yeah... that's you, Ryan. I recognized you by how puffed up your chest is. I recognized you by your egotistical open challenge. Your self promotion. Well, let me tell you who I am, Dan...

"... I'm a guy who doesn't give a flying f##k about a GXW World Championship. I'm a guy who isn't easily impressed. I'm sure you can TELL me how great you are... how you won that strap... whooped Aho... and, all that good stuff. But, I'd rather see up close and personal. And, that's what I get the opportunity to do. I get to see what's so great about being in the GXW. You're it's champion... the bearer of it's most prized possession... I get to see the GXW's very best. I'm flattered... but, even more than that... I'm excited. Excited that I get to wrestle you. Excited that you're here in the CSWA - where the REAL competition is. ...excited that I get to slap your b##ch a## down.

"The name's Sean Stevens, kid. Remember it. After Primetime... you'll want to keep it fresh in your mind, so you'll know who to avoid if we're ever in the same part of town again. I'm not gonna bore you with all of my accomplishments, where I've competed, who I've beaten. Seeing as how you're so coveted elsewhere, you should know how to look at a tape. I'm not gonna give you any slack, Ryan. If you're looking for a babysitter, you've ented the wrong promotion, against the wrong opponent."

[small]Sean swung his head gently, causing the hair covering his face to swing to the side. He then grabbed a half empty bottle of 'Nivea' spring water from underneath his stool.[/small]

"See... what I'm gonna do is beat you from pillar to post, in every way imagineable. If you wanna wrestle? I'll wrestle ya. If you wanna fight... I'll fight you. Then..."

[small]Stevens took a sip from the water bottle and proceeded to spit it all on the camera lense, causing it to blur.[/small]

"...then I'm gonna spit on you. Kick you. Punch you. Bend you like a pretzel. Go to the top and entertain a couple of my fans by landing on you with so much force, your chest will cave. And, then after I pin you... I'm gonna place my foot over your chest... and, if you so happen to bring that title that gives you so much joy... I'm gonna break the stupid piece of tin in half. Walk up the ramp... and, leave you behind with nothing but time to think.

"So you can go over what went wrong. So you can ask yourself, when exactly it was that you lost control. And, if you think out loud? I'll tell ya. You lost control when you signed your name on the dotted line to face me. And, as far as you and I are concerned? You'll never have control, simply because you don't work hard enough... I'm kinda irked... and, most importantly... you're not good enough.

"But, that's enough for now... I'll let you sit and think about that for awhile."

[small]Slowly the camera panned backwards, fading to a Primetime in Oklahoma commercial then to black.[/small]

 

[DBrunkGXW]

Fade into a living room setting, Dan Ryan sitting on a long leather couch and leaning back comfortably....Ryan has a characteristic smirk as his attention comes straight ahead into the camera...

Ryan: Welcome to my home, Mr. Stevens. I'd invite you here personally but I couldn't get through to your people. Maybe we'll get together after the show. But right now let's talk about your little promo. It's simply gotta be the most inspirational piece of eloquence this side of the Gettysburg address. Why, it's sure to rally the troops to the infiltration at hand...what with the big bad...ahem...not so big and bad...but then you guys can never decide which it is...GXW Champion coming to reign havoc over your precious little company. A company with so much tradition and so much history. It simply cannot be allowed! Well... (Ryan chuckles and takes a drink from a water bottle) We'll find out about that soon enough. But let's address the issue at hand shall we?

(Ryan looks at the ceiling as if deep in thought)

[small] "You are... Dan Ryan, right? GXW champ?" [/small]

Ryan: Correct...and correct. Nice job.

[small]"A guy who has zero problems coming on CSWA television promoting his lame a##, piss poor, Erik Zeiba ran promotion. [/small]

Ryan: I have no problems promoting GXW, that is correct. If you have a problem with it, well...that's really no concern of mine because I couldn't give two s**t's whether you like it or not. I suggest you do something other than pull out the c-list kindergarten insults if you're gonna be some frontline savior for this company.

[small]"A guy who apparently got the best of Evan Aho in territory currently foreign to him. Yeah... that's you, Ryan. I recognized you by how puffed up your chest is. I recognized you by your egotistical open challenge. Your self promotion. Well, let me tell you who I am, Dan...

... I'm a guy who doesn't give a flying f##k about a GXW
World Championship." [/small]

Ryan: Awwwww, you don't give a flying f**k about my wittle bitty GXW Championship. Well shame on me for even showing my face over here. I should just tuck tail and run back to the bingo hall and get ready for my turn at the gimmick table. Wake up, dumbs**t. You're not talking to some rookie here. And as for Evan Aho, I've whipped his punk ass before and I'll whip it again as soon as he's done hiding behind his bulls**t (Ryan takes on a mocking tone) 'I don't wanna do promos, I don't wanna talk, I just wanna wrestle' crap. If my challenge sounded egotistical to you...who cares...where I come from it's called confidence. And in case the point didn't penetrate your foot thick skull, I don't care who the hell you are. You're all CSWA garbage to me.

[small]"I'm a guy who isn't easily impressed.
I'm sure you can TELL me how great you are... how you won
that strap... whooped Aho... and, all that good stuff. But,
I'd rather see up close and personal." [/small]

Ryan: I could tell you plenty, as evidenced by your inane ramblings so far. But we'll proceed exactly as you suggest and I will most definitely give you that up close and personal look that you desire. Except maybe next time you won't be so eager to see.

[small]"And, that's what I get the opportunity to do. I get to see what's so great about being in the GXW. You're it's champion... the bearer of it's most prized possession... I get to see the GXW's very best.

I'm flattered... but, even more than that... I'm excited.
Excited that I get to wrestle you. Excited that you're here
in the CSWA - where the REAL competition is. ...excited that
I get to slap your b##ch a## down. [/small]

Ryan: (Fighting back laughter) Exciting you am I? Flattering you am I? Are you gonna ask me out, Stevens? Am I turning you on? Give me a f**king break. You couldn't b**ch slap a retarded kid with a bum leg down. Wake the f**k up.

[small] "The name's Sean Stevens, kid. Remember it. After
Primetime... you'll want to keep it fresh in your mind, so
you'll know who to avoid if we're ever in the same part of
town again." [/small]

Ryan: Actually more than likely I'll forget all about you. Because as I have mentioned before, I don't give two s**ts who you are and I highly doubt that me kicking your fairy ass is gonna make my want to avoid you. Might make me laugh at you though..

[small] "I'm not gonna bore you with all of my
accomplishments, where I've competed, who I've beaten." [/small]

Ryan: Thank God.

[small] "Seeing as how you're so coveted elsewhere, you should know
how to look at a tape. I'm not gonna give you any slack,
Ryan. If you're looking for a babysitter, you've ented the
wrong promotion, against the wrong opponent." [/small]

Ryan: Oh thank you so much. Thank you for not cutting me any slack. You're breaking my heart, Stevens goddammit!!! I was here hoping you'd take it easy on my old creaking World Champion bones and here you're not cooperating. Can't I count on you for anything?? S**t. And by the way, stop pulling things from underneath your 'stool' while talking to me, little man. Thanks so much.

[small] "See... what I'm gonna do is beat you from pillar to post,
>in every way imagineable. If you wanna wrestle? I'll wrestle
>ya. If you wanna fight... I'll fight you. Then..." [/small]

Ryan: Cool. Wanna play chess too? Maybe some parcheesi? How about some chinese checkers?! Ah hell, if it's up to me like you say...I'll go with Blackjack. Haven't tried my hand at the tables in years.

[small]"...then I'm gonna spit on you. Kick you. Punch you. Bend
you like a pretzel. Go to the top and entertain a couple of
my fans by landing on you with so much force, your chest
will cave. And, then after I pin you... I'm gonna place my
foot over your chest... and, if you so happen to bring that
title that gives you so much joy... I'm gonna break the
stupid piece of tin in half. Walk up the ramp... and, leave
you behind with nothing but time to think." [/small]

Ryan: Well that's one way of looking at it. Let's try the REALISTIC way. You're gonna spit at me, I'm gonna punch you in the mouth. You're gonna kick me, I'm gonna clothesline your head off. You're gonna try to bend me like a pretzel, I'm gonna take a nap and then toss your punk ass out of the ring. You're gonna go to the top to entertain the fans and they're gonna point behind you almost in time...but not quite in time to prevent the top rope German suplex that folds you up like an accordian. See, if you had actually showed up for a match in GXW after signing your contract you would have the intelligence to know that before you break this 'piece of tin' in half and walk up any ramps...you have to beat me. And just by listening to your nonsense it's obvious you have no idea in hell what you're getting yourself into. But it's just as well, that stupid 'Blue Eyed Badass' gimmick wouldn't have gotten over there anyway. They frown on homosexuals for some reason. (shrug)

[small] "So you can go over what went wrong. So you can ask
yourself, when exactly it was that you lost control. And, if
you think out loud? I'll tell ya. You lost control when you
signed your name on the dotted line to face me. And, as far
as you and I are concerned? You'll never have control,
simply because you don't work hard enough... I'm kinda
irked... and, most importantly... you're not good enough." [/small]

Ryan: I'm not good enough. (acting angry) But I thought I had a chance! I thought I had a real chance here...and now you're telling me...NOW..you're telling me I'm not good enough. (Ryan snaps back to attention and glares right into the camera) Shut the hell up, you f**king amateur. Cut all this rookie lame ass insult garbage and get real. You wanna tell me about losing control?? I've been in control since before you were parading around with a joke of a gimmick bodyguard named Lucky and losing your hair every other damned card. You want me to sit back and think about something for a while. How about I think about how I'll rip your f**king arm off and spit into that before beating you upside the head with it. You, Sean Stevens...Triple X....Blue Eyed Bad Ass....Bumf**ked C**ksucker..or whatever you wanna go by this week are nothing more than a glorified jobber as far as I'm concerned and you are just but... (holds fingers an inch apart) ..one little tiny stepping stone on a path much much larger than you. So wake up and smell the future, slappy. CSWA's time is coming...but your time...is OVER

(F2B)

 

[jayshort]

Disappointed

[updated:LAST EDITED ON Jul-03-02 AT 09:51 PM (EDT)][small]Orlando, Florida. Camera rolling.[/small]

"You know how a wrestling promoter promises something big... Perhaps a superstar that's been signed to his company... or an announcement that's supposed to rock the business to it's foundation. They never live up, do they? As a fan... you always expect better than you get, and as a wrestler who has NEVER even seen you perform... I gave you the benefit of the doubt. Even though I didn't do it publically, I gave you a little too much credit.

"And, now I'm disappointed."

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[small]Sean 'Triple X' Stevens stood directly in front of the camera, clad in his 100% cotton 'Blue- Eyed Badass' t-shirt, wrestling tights, and boots. His long golden hair was soaking wet, from working out only moments earlier. As far as his daily obligations... he had completed them. CSWA owner Chad Merritt only asked for him to cut a promo once. But, after viewing GXW Champion Dan Ryan's response... he simply couldn't wait another day to respond.

That's where his GIRLFRIEND, Ivy McGinnis - known to the wrestling world as Poison Ivy - came into play. Sean and Ivy were spending Independence Day together in Orlando with his family. ...something Sean and Ivy both were terrified about. But, that's beside the point... Ivy had a portable video camera that she carried with her, almost everywhere she went. And, on this day... Sean put it to use.[/small]

"You're a champion?!?

"I find that hard to believe, but even more important than that... it speaks volumes on the lack of talent and level of competition in that promotion you came from. Now, I'll admit... I went out and called your promotion names without knowing a thing about it. I was wrong. But, your promo... it just solidified every single one of my claims, and now I feel obligated to speak freely without any remorse. The GXW is the little leagues. Senseless drivel gets you World Championships there, but here? ...in the CSWA... it gets you an appointment at a local hospital.

"See, I DO have a problem with you, Ryan. I think the GXW is the GXW and it's title has no place on our programming, let alone it's champion coming out here, using our air time, pointing his thumbs at himself, saying: 'Look at me.' I don't believe in invasions and inter-fed promotions. And, if I did... it would be with a promotion with history. A place that can stand the test of time. Not a rag-tag, gang of talentless a##holes, who are forced to change there promotions name, once or twice a year, so the IRS and bill collectors can't find them."

[small]Uneasy... Sean began to pace for a moment, collecting his thoughts. Finally... he paused. Smirked as if he had gathered them... and turned to face to camera again.[/small]

"But, I'm not gonna make this a 'my promotion is better than your promotion' debate. I'd rather focus on the fact that I'm better than YOU. Even though it's something I doubt you'd ever admit even after I break you down. I mean... I am a 'glorified jobber', right? That is what you called me, isn't it? Funny thing, though... most glorified jobbers couldn't pay a World Champion to look his or her way. I must be special... not only did you look... but, you know my history as well. You must be a fan. Hell... you HAVE to be a fan, in order to know what you know, because all of the events that you stated occured in a small little independent promotion based in Baltimore with a local television deal.

"Either you have major connections, or you're a walking contradiction. I prefer the latter. And, say what you want about Lucky. Luck was and is my best friend, and if he called me tomorrow wanting to get back in the wrestling business, he'd have a home in my corner. And, newsflash, b##ch... I am the same person then as I am now. I'm not living my gimmick, because I have no gimmick. Sean Stevens is Triple X and vice versa. No shelf life. No blue contacts. No scripts.

"That's the difference between guys like me, and the people you're used to competing against. Dark brooding characters walking around wearing masks. A promotion wasting valuable time, and money making a set look like a dark alley so your so you so called wrestlers can look tough. I don't have to do that, Dan. And, if that's what the GXW fan base looks for... maybe I wouldn't have been over. But, obviously your front office thought so as they've been offering me different contracts, with the deal getting better each time, for little over a year and a half now. And, contrary to what you may have heard... I didn't sign a thing. I told your front office I'd think it over, and in an attempt to boost a rating or two... they went overboard. Just like they did when you jumped on Aho. My actions speak louder than anything I can tell you with my mouth. And, I'm gonna prove it to you, by doing whatever it takes to put you down, and keep you down.

"And, I will keep you down, Ryan. Whether it's with a Superkick or a Osaka Stunner... I'll get the job done. Not only 'cause I'm better but because I have more will... more drive... and, more heart in my left leg than you possess in your entire body. What will I do if or when you nail me with that top rope German suplex, you bragged about?"

[small]Sean shrugged his shoulders.[/small]

"Kickout. And, the same thing goes for that clothesline that's gonna tear my head off... and, any other bit of offense or combinations you can think up, and actually execute. But, you're right about one thing, though... Unlike you... I haven't followed YOUR career, like you've done mine. And, before you showed up here... I wouldn't have been able to point you out in a three person crowd. Let alone give you a name. So I don't know exactly what it is I'm in for... but, neither do you. You know my history... you know that it took two backstage cancers to jump me from behind and cut my hair... but, until you've faced me... man- to- man...

"...you have no idea what you're in for.

"So I'll see you at Primetime, Ryan... I'm lookin' forward to seeing what you bring to the table. And, oh yeah... if I've insulted you - you know, with my 'C class' kindergarden- ish names - I apologize.
Not everybody is clever enough to call somebody a 'bumf##ked cocksucker'... or to tell a gay joke.

"I guess that's a GXW thing."

[small]Sean smirked before backpedaling away from the camera, as Poison Ivy hit the off switch.[/small]

fade- to- black

 

[DBrunkGXW]

RE: Disappointed

Cut to a scene of Dan Ryan walking back and forth on a porch area...Ryan is on the phone with an unnamed person on the other end..

Ryan: (smiling) Oh yeah, I saw it...of course it was...hilarious....hell yeah....well you know me... (Ryan laughs again) ...alright man, you take it easy...yeah you too....later..

(Ryan clicks the off button and sets the phone down on the arm of a porch swing)

Ryan: Whew. Must've hit it pretty close to the mark to get ya all riled up like that, huh kid? I truly do apologize however for not living up to your oh so lofty CSWA standards. But in case you missed a basic theme in my first statement toward you...the CSWA means exactly jack crap to me so if that's an insult you're attempting...try again. But I'll address it anyway. Apparently I ..DID...impress you. Otherwise you wouldn't have taken such precious time away from your leisure time to rush some comments out. And as for my 'GXW gay jokes'.... (Ryan laughs again) ...I found it ..OH...so interesting that you made it a point to put emphasis on you being in the company of your ...ahem... GIRLFRIEND ...You know what they say..when you're that quick to deny it, there must be some truth hidden somewhere. Did I uncover some feelings of homophobia rising within you, Sean? Well, I must tell you that I found it hilarious. Much more entertaining than what normally comes out of your mouth.

[small] "You're a champion?!?

"I find that hard to believe, but even more important than
that... it speaks volumes on the lack of talent and level of
competition in that promotion you came from. Now, I'll
admit... I went out and called your promotion names without
knowing a thing about it. I was wrong. But, your promo... it
just solidified every single one of my claims, and now I
feel obligated to speak freely without any remorse. The GXW
is the little leagues. Senseless drivel gets you World
Championships there, but here? ...in the CSWA... it gets you
an appointment at a local hospital." [/small]

Ryan: I'm gonna say this one last time, because I'm sick and tired of the stupidity you display over and over and over and over. And I'm gonna say it loudly, just in case you're hard of hearing. (Ryan stops a moment and clears his voice) NO ONE IN GXW GIVES A CRAP WHAT ANYONE IN CSWA THINKS ABOUT THEM!!!! Did ya catch it? Did you comprehend it this time? Can we get past the point of 'CSWA is so way up here' (Ryan holds his hand way above his head) ..'GXW is so loooooow' (Ryan holds his hand to the ground) We get it...you....very BIG....me....very very small. Gotcha. And because you are...YOU, I guess. It's fact, right? Damn man, speak without remorse, speak without shame, speak without taking your fancy little pink "Champion of Planet Earth" t-shirt off, I don't care. But as a public service to everyone else listening to this, try shutting the hell up with the 'GXW is minor leagues' insults...it wasn't clever the first five times you said it and it doesn't get any more clever the more you say it, ok? We alllllllll...get it.

[small]"See, I DO have a problem with you, Ryan. I think the GXW is
the GXW and it's title has no place on our programming, let
alone it's champion coming out here, using our air time,
pointing his thumbs at himself, saying: 'Look at me.'[/small]

Ryan: Well then, let me educate you since your strong point is obviously not preparedness. Evan Aho is a lying backstabbing worthless pile of crap. And when an aforemention pile of crap backstabs MY company and walks off to a promised land populated with nothing but a bunch of his yes men and cohorts at my expense, I take it a little personally. But that's fine. It's part of the game in this business. And I never gave it a second thought...until I got a little memo. Evan Aho?...on GXW Television as a mystery partner in our main event?? Tell me, Stevens. What would you have done in my place? Hmm? The champion of the company...the representative...and the champion of another company comes and spits back in our faces? F**k that. So you're damned right. I came out on MY show...and I beat the living hell out of him. So before you spout off about what has no place on your stupid little show, check your facts and understand one thing. Evan Aho started this war, not me. But I guarantee I WILL finish it. You got a problem with that? Take it up with your champ. You're just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

[small] "I don't believe in invasions and inter-fed promotions. And, if I did... it would be with a promotion with history. A place
that can stand the test of time. Not a rag-tag, gang of
talentless a##holes, who are forced to change there
promotions name, once or twice a year, so the IRS and bill
collectors can't find them." [/small]

Ryan: You know what's funny about that statement? I don't remember the part where we had to run anything by you. As for standing the test of time, I wouldn't consider a history that includes being run by Bob Ryder and his fat ass a completely unblemished one. Maybe if you knew a little more about your own company's history instead of just sitting around blowing your proverbial load all over it with your constant arrogant blathering, then you might present yourself as some sort of threat.

[small] "But, I'm not gonna make this a 'my promotion is better than
your promotion' debate. I'd rather focus on the fact that
I'm better than YOU. Even though it's something I doubt
you'd ever admit even after I break you down. I mean... I am
a 'glorified jobber', right? That is what you called me,
isn't it? Funny thing, though... most glorified
jobbers couldn't pay a World Champion to look his or her
way. I must be special... not only did you look... but, you
know my history as well. You must be a fan. Hell... you HAVE
to be a fan, in order to know what you know, because all of
the events that you stated occured in a small little
independent promotion based in Baltimore with a local
television deal." [/small]

Ryan: (chuckling) Apparently certain things have escaped your quite limited scope of thinking. I didn't look your way at all. I put out a challenge and you jumped. Don't you know what you are, Stevens? Don't you know what you represent? Haven't you been reading your own company's updates? You're a warmup match. That's right. A warmup match before Fish Fund. And eeeeeeverybody in your totally 'superior' company is chomping at the bit to come out during our match to take a shot at me. Why is that, Sean? Why is that? You know why it is? It's because despite all the posturing, you all know DAMN WELL what I represent. And one thing you better know real quick that I don't represent is myself being a fan of yours. Grow up, man. Everything I know of you took me one question and five minutes of listening to learn. (smile) But I'm glad it caught your attention.

[small]"Either you have major connections, or you're a walking
contradiction. I prefer the latter.[/small]

Ryan: Oh..oh..OHHH, you almost had it. But wrong choice my friend. Wrong choice. (wink)

[small] "And, say what you want
about Lucky. Luck was and is my best friend, and if he
called me tomorrow wanting to get back in the wrestling
business, he'd have a home in my corner. And, newsflash,
b##ch... I am the same person then as I am now. I'm not
living my gimmick, because I have no gimmick. Sean Stevens
is Triple X and vice versa. No shelf life. No blue contacts.
No scripts." [/small]

Ryan: See, that's where we're different. I would've never put on some lame ass blue contacts in the first place. Go on and keep defending your stupid little friend. The more you get concerned about what I know about you the more I get inside your little head. Get it, numbskull?

[small] "That's the difference between guys like me, and the people
you're used to competing against. Dark brooding characters
walking around wearing masks. A promotion wasting valuable
time, and money making a set look like a dark alley so your
so you so called wrestlers can look tough.[/small]

Ryan: You know, I just love it how you first say that you know nothing about GXW and then make a judgement on it. You're doing my job for me. Nothing like a human contradiction to make things even easier.

[small] "I don't have to do that, Dan. And, if that's what the GXW fan base looks for... maybe I wouldn't have been over. But,
obviously your front office thought so as they've been
offering me different contracts, with the deal getting
better each time, for little over a year and a half now." [/small]

Ryan: And now you're resorting to flat out lies. Sorry, chud but I'm in with the front office. We haven't offered you jack crap since you saw real competition and ran. Birds of a feather I always say...like champion, like jobber....

[small] "And, contrary to what you may have heard... I didn't sign a
thing. I told your front office I'd think it over, and in an
attempt to boost a rating or two... they went overboard.
Just like they did when you jumped on Aho. My actions speak
louder than anything I can tell you with my mouth. And, I'm
gonna prove it to you, by doing whatever it takes to put you
down, and keep you down." [/small]

Ryan: Keep on with the lies, X-Man. Maybe if you keep saying the same things long enough somebody might believe them. Unfortunately the one person who you're trying to convince....and yes, you are trying to convince me so don't even say it....knows better. You're right though, your actions speak louder than words. They say you're a coward, just like Aho is a coward. And you don't HAVE what it takes to put me down..and keep me down. But don't feel badly about that. No one else has either.

[small] "And, I will keep you down, Ryan. Whether it's with a
Superkick or a Osaka Stunner... I'll get the job done. Not
only 'cause I'm better but because I have more will... more
drive... and, more heart in my left leg than you possess in
your entire body. What will I do if or when you nail me with
that top rope German suplex, you bragged about? Kickout." [/small]

Ryan: (waving finger back and forth) Eh eh eh...sorry, but I'm gonna have to play the 'I don't know anything about you or GXW' card on you again. Really Sean, you either know about me or you don't and....ohhhh...ok...I get it now. Psh, how stupid of me. You really DON'T know anything about me. I just pissed you off. I pissed you off and you're throwing out everything you can think of to come back at me to do the same. I apologize, but I haven't seen such an elementary tactic in so long that it took a moment to register. (Ryan goes into a patronizing tone) Ok Triple whipple X. You'll kick out... (Ryan gives an exaggerated wink)


[small] "And, the same thing goes for that clothesline
that's gonna tear my head off... and, any other bit of
offense or combinations you can think up, and actually
execute. But, you're right about one thing, though... Unlike
you... I haven't followed YOUR career, like you've done
mine. And, before you showed up here... I wouldn't have been
able to point you out in a three person crowd. Let alone
give you a name. So I don't know exactly what it is I'm in
for... but, neither do you. You know my history... you know
that it took two backstage cancers to jump me from behind
and cut my hair... but, until you've faced me... man- to-
man...

"...you have no idea what you're in for." [/small]

Ryan: Oh..but Sean, (Ryan gets a devious look on his face and leans in close) I know more about you than you could possibly imagine. And believe me, nothing will be more entertaining than when that flash of realization crosses .. YOUR face. And in that moment, when it comes to your mind that you got in...WAY...over your head...then...and ONLY then....will you see...


(F2B)