Post by ryanpatrick on Nov 6, 2006 12:54:14 GMT -5
[ Ever since the dawn of time, man has been engaged in competition. Competition was God’s subtle way of showing man that we are not all created equal. Man’s way separating the weak from the strong, the wise from the ignorant. Through these battles, it became evident that God did make certain men in his image. A chosen few had been blessed with a natural ability to excel above those around them. These individuals had the gift to change the way we look at competition forever. Ruth, Payton, Ali, and Jordan went above and beyond what was considered to the standard in their select competitions, to prove that they where the best. This is the case with the individual who is now the focus of to camera. He is a younger gentleman, who moves confidently down the ally between the two old brick buildings. The sky paints the scene a somber color of gray, and it becomes apparent that it has recently rained this cool autumn afternoon. The camera continues to follow the man as he turns a corner and finds himself moving down a busy street. The population moves about sporadically, hustling in all different directions on foot, bike, and several other visible means of transportation. His dark leather coat and blue jeans both have a worn look to them. The man continues to stride until he reaches a white, wooden door that is desperately in need of a paint job. The camera pans to a sign above the door, also white, but with faded red lettering on it. The only two words that are still legible on the wooden advertisement are “Wrestling School”. When we focus back in on the man at the door, he turns to face the camera. His young face is hidden by the look of a beaten man. It is now apparent that this is the newest PCW superstar Ryan Patrick. With a look of great focus, he glares passionately into the camera as he begins to speak.]
One of the greatest feelings in the world for me is coming home. I have been rambling around several states for a few years now, and at times I question why I continue to do it. Then I realize that it makes coming home that much more rewarding to me. Cleveland has always been my home. From the time I was a toddler, up until now, I always knew that I had a place to go on the shores of Lake Erie. But as I grew older and left home, I learned quickly that I had a second home. A home where any time I chose to visit, I could change people’s lives forever. My home was a setting that I controlled; I was the one who made the rules. This was a place that if I set my mind to, I could own.
[ Ryan turns away from the camera again. We see him glance up at the sign above the door once more. He then pushes the door ajar and makes his way inside the building. As the camera pursues, our scene turns to a very drab, dark one. Looking around the room, old work out equipment in cluttered across the walls, covered in cob webs. However a single dull light flickers down from the ceiling. The light is just bright enough to illuminate the item in the center of our scene. Through the dusty air and dimness, a broken down wrestling rings stands alone. With the ring still in focus, and Ryan coming into your view just in front of the structure, he begins to speak once more. ]
This is my home inside my home. For the past two years of my life, I have lived here. Constantly fighting a battle with myself, asking what the real reason is. I’ve been pushed to my limits here more times than I’d like to remember, but I always come back, simply because this is my home. It’s the only place I really feel safe. When I’m inside that ring, I know I control my fate. I know that if I want it more, and work that much harder than the other guy, I can achieve anything I want inside there. That is why I have come to the PCW. I am in search of a place where I will have a home all over the country. No matter where the road takes me I will always have the safe confines of that ring. I want to use it to fuel my drive to be the best. I want to own it, and anyone you steps inside. That starts Tuesday night at Trauma when I make my professional debut in a triple threat match. The upper management of PCW decided that a triple threat match was the best way for me to make my arrival. That putting me in the ring with two opponents was the best direction for me to go.
[ Ryan pauses abruptly. The serious, almost somber look on his face then changes drastically. His eyes widen on a smile seems to curl on the edges of his mouth. He looks down at the ground and then returns his glare to the camera as he begins to speak again. ]
What the PCW forgot though, is that I could give a fuck about the direction of PCW and the route they want me to take. I have sat back and watched this company for several weeks now before making my decision on coming here. I watched some of the top talent in the wrestling world today battle it out and I knew that I needed to be in Pure Class Wrestling competing. So I signed on the dotted line, for considerably less than what I think I am worth to this company, and sat around waiting to here when I could make my glorious debut. Then I get a call informing that I will be wrestling in a triple threat match against James Keenan and Ryan O’Neal. The match is being dubbed a “Triple Threat Debutant Match”. Quite possibly the most asinine thing I have ever heard in my life. Apparently, the big shots missed the memo. I am a REVOLUTION. Wherever I go, change is soon to follow. It is a quick, simple change. I purify things. I intend to clean up this mess that the PCW has been calling wrestling. But it is difficult for me to do that when I am stuck in the ring with two hacks who can’t lace up their own boots.
[Suddenly, the lights in the old wrestling school brighten, making Ryan Patrick totally visible. The walls are cracked and the yellow paint has faded dramatically. Ryan looks around quickly before returning to the camera. ]
So now that I know how I will be facing when I first step foot into the PCW ring, I would like to cut right to the chase. Ryan and James, if you two want to show up Tuesday night, I would be more than happy to put on a wrestling exhibition for all to see. Keenan, if you can find the time to stop fingering the g-string on that guitar of yours, I’d love for you to meet me in the middle of the ring so I can rock n’ roll your ass from pillar to post. I love music, but you are going to wish that you could get me to stop making hits on Trauma. And then there is Ryan O’Neal. I guess you didn’t get the memo that there is only going to be room for one Ryan in the PCW. Now if you really want to keep your name, I suggest that you stay on the couch come Tuesday, and watch the action from home, because I guarantee that if you come to the ring, you are going to regret it. I will make such a mockery of you that you will have no choice but to get your name legally changed, or leave the PCW as the laughing stock of the company. Come Tuesday night, I will introduce the world, and PCW to the god sent talent that they have just acquired. I could stand here and tell you I’m a franchise, a legend, or even a superstar, but it would all be an understatement. I am a god damn REVOLUTION. I am a force that is going to change the face of this company for years to come. I want to personally welcome everyone to tune in and watch the future of this company Tuesday night. I promise it will change the way you think about wrestling for good. Remember, Tuesday is Election Day in this country, but in Pure Class Wrestling, the dictator has arrived.
[ Ryan breathes heavily from excitement. He trebles almost, as if he has been incited to rage. He moves quickly past the camera and we follow his movement out of the door through which we entered. The door closes behind him as the scene fades to black. ]
One of the greatest feelings in the world for me is coming home. I have been rambling around several states for a few years now, and at times I question why I continue to do it. Then I realize that it makes coming home that much more rewarding to me. Cleveland has always been my home. From the time I was a toddler, up until now, I always knew that I had a place to go on the shores of Lake Erie. But as I grew older and left home, I learned quickly that I had a second home. A home where any time I chose to visit, I could change people’s lives forever. My home was a setting that I controlled; I was the one who made the rules. This was a place that if I set my mind to, I could own.
[ Ryan turns away from the camera again. We see him glance up at the sign above the door once more. He then pushes the door ajar and makes his way inside the building. As the camera pursues, our scene turns to a very drab, dark one. Looking around the room, old work out equipment in cluttered across the walls, covered in cob webs. However a single dull light flickers down from the ceiling. The light is just bright enough to illuminate the item in the center of our scene. Through the dusty air and dimness, a broken down wrestling rings stands alone. With the ring still in focus, and Ryan coming into your view just in front of the structure, he begins to speak once more. ]
This is my home inside my home. For the past two years of my life, I have lived here. Constantly fighting a battle with myself, asking what the real reason is. I’ve been pushed to my limits here more times than I’d like to remember, but I always come back, simply because this is my home. It’s the only place I really feel safe. When I’m inside that ring, I know I control my fate. I know that if I want it more, and work that much harder than the other guy, I can achieve anything I want inside there. That is why I have come to the PCW. I am in search of a place where I will have a home all over the country. No matter where the road takes me I will always have the safe confines of that ring. I want to use it to fuel my drive to be the best. I want to own it, and anyone you steps inside. That starts Tuesday night at Trauma when I make my professional debut in a triple threat match. The upper management of PCW decided that a triple threat match was the best way for me to make my arrival. That putting me in the ring with two opponents was the best direction for me to go.
[ Ryan pauses abruptly. The serious, almost somber look on his face then changes drastically. His eyes widen on a smile seems to curl on the edges of his mouth. He looks down at the ground and then returns his glare to the camera as he begins to speak again. ]
What the PCW forgot though, is that I could give a fuck about the direction of PCW and the route they want me to take. I have sat back and watched this company for several weeks now before making my decision on coming here. I watched some of the top talent in the wrestling world today battle it out and I knew that I needed to be in Pure Class Wrestling competing. So I signed on the dotted line, for considerably less than what I think I am worth to this company, and sat around waiting to here when I could make my glorious debut. Then I get a call informing that I will be wrestling in a triple threat match against James Keenan and Ryan O’Neal. The match is being dubbed a “Triple Threat Debutant Match”. Quite possibly the most asinine thing I have ever heard in my life. Apparently, the big shots missed the memo. I am a REVOLUTION. Wherever I go, change is soon to follow. It is a quick, simple change. I purify things. I intend to clean up this mess that the PCW has been calling wrestling. But it is difficult for me to do that when I am stuck in the ring with two hacks who can’t lace up their own boots.
[Suddenly, the lights in the old wrestling school brighten, making Ryan Patrick totally visible. The walls are cracked and the yellow paint has faded dramatically. Ryan looks around quickly before returning to the camera. ]
So now that I know how I will be facing when I first step foot into the PCW ring, I would like to cut right to the chase. Ryan and James, if you two want to show up Tuesday night, I would be more than happy to put on a wrestling exhibition for all to see. Keenan, if you can find the time to stop fingering the g-string on that guitar of yours, I’d love for you to meet me in the middle of the ring so I can rock n’ roll your ass from pillar to post. I love music, but you are going to wish that you could get me to stop making hits on Trauma. And then there is Ryan O’Neal. I guess you didn’t get the memo that there is only going to be room for one Ryan in the PCW. Now if you really want to keep your name, I suggest that you stay on the couch come Tuesday, and watch the action from home, because I guarantee that if you come to the ring, you are going to regret it. I will make such a mockery of you that you will have no choice but to get your name legally changed, or leave the PCW as the laughing stock of the company. Come Tuesday night, I will introduce the world, and PCW to the god sent talent that they have just acquired. I could stand here and tell you I’m a franchise, a legend, or even a superstar, but it would all be an understatement. I am a god damn REVOLUTION. I am a force that is going to change the face of this company for years to come. I want to personally welcome everyone to tune in and watch the future of this company Tuesday night. I promise it will change the way you think about wrestling for good. Remember, Tuesday is Election Day in this country, but in Pure Class Wrestling, the dictator has arrived.
[ Ryan breathes heavily from excitement. He trebles almost, as if he has been incited to rage. He moves quickly past the camera and we follow his movement out of the door through which we entered. The door closes behind him as the scene fades to black. ]