| Subject: Why I wrestle. |
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Lance Ryden
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Date Posted: 17:12:19 03/05/02 Tue
As the scene opens up in Eagle Rock, California at the home of Lance Ryden it is evident that it is sprinkling out. The ground is wet and the sky is grey. The sound of a car coming down the street causes the cameraman to turn the camera. Lance's black porshe is seen coming down the street. It pulls into the driveway and stops underneath the car port. Lance puts the car into park and gets out. He has on extra baggy blue jeans, a dark blue hoodie with a dragon on the back, a white teeshirt hanging out from the bottom of the hoodie, and a black beanie. He walks to the front porch and up the steps. He puts the key into the front lock, then stops. His left hand reaches up and pulls a note off of the door. Lance turns around and sits down on the top step of his porch. Then he starts to read the note.
We need to meet. It's been to long since we have talked. Meet me at your cousins.
From,
H. Blood
While reading the note Lance's face goes pale. He looks out beyond the houses on his street and to the mountains in the background. He regains his composure and stands up. Then he walks back to his car and gets in. Lance backs out into the street and the peels out and up the street. He turns left and heads the the freeway. The scene fades out. When the scene fades back in Lance is pulling up next to a curb and stopping. He is now in Burbank California. Lance gets out of the car and it is now pouring rain outside. Lance pulls his beanie down over his ears more and then flips his hood up. It appears to be that he is at a park. There is grass everywhere and a couple of trees in view. Lance looks around but doesn't see anyone. He turns around and looks out. From where he is standing Disney studios and ABC studios can be seen. Still not finding who he wants Lance walks over to the grass. He looks down, as does the cameraman. It is then evident that he is not in a park but a cemetary. Lance walks along looking at the headstones. Then he stops at a particular on and looks down at the name. Engraved in marble is the name "Julian Dark". The dates read 1980- 2001. Lance bends down on one knee, putting his knee into the muddy grass not caring that his jeans are getting dirty. His right hand reaches out and runs across the name. Lance then stands up. A hand then grabs his shoulder. Lance jumps in surprise and turns around. A man is standing behind Lance now. The man is wearing a long black trenchcoat with black clothes underneath. His right hand is in a cast and sling.
H. Blood: "Lance Ryden. The little shrimp. It's been awhile. Almost a year know since we last saw each other."
Lance: "You got that right. In April it will be a year since Julian was killed...."
Lances voice faulters and then trails off. He gets a sad look on his face. H. Blood extends his good arm out and puts it on Lance's right shoulder. He shakes him reassuringly.
H. Blood: "Hey... don't worry. Dark Angel was caught by the police. After that federation was closed down the cops got him for manslaughter and he is sitting on Deathrow as we speak."
Lance: "Yea I know, I know. I was there during all the proceedings, remember. Julian was my cousin, Heero. Actually... he was more then my cousin. He was my brother. While I was being shipped around between families he was the only one that cared for me. He accepted me man. Everyone else looked down upon me because of my father, but not Julian. I'll never understand why. He took me under his wing. Made sure I stayed out of trouble. Then when he got into wrestling I wanted to be by his side. I wanted to be his partner. But nooo. He wanted me to be safe. Said that wrestling was too dangerous for me. Well look what happened man. If I was by his side... if he would have just let me be his partner.... He wouldn't be dead right now!!!!!!!!!! I would have saved him.... I would have.... I... I... I...."
Lance's throat tightens and closes up on him. Then he falls down to the ground and starts to cry. Heero Blood takes a step back. He reaches down to help Lance up, but Lance swats away his hand. Lance looks up at Heero with tears in his eyes.
Lance: "Why did you make me come here!??! WHY!!!! DAMN YOU HEERO!!!! What the fuck! This is my cousin, YOUR best friend. Why did this have to happen!?"
Lance pushes himself up to his feet. Then he lunges at Heero with a clenched fist. He throws a wild punch with Heero dodges effortlessly. Then Heero grabs Lance by the arm and throws him down to the ground. Then he pins Lance to the ground with his knees.
Heero: "Listen to me Lance. If you were there that day... you would be dead to! Look at me for crying out loud. That mother fucker broke my arm in eight different places. My wrestling carrer was ended that day! I don't think I am ever even going to get out of this cast, musch less wrestle ever again. Then Lita. She ran off and joined the Hardy Boyz again. You weren't the only one affected by the death of Julian. Stop being such a damn baby! Get up, stop crying, stop running, and accept it. Julian is dead. There is nothing you can do about it! Now get up!"
Heero gets up off of Lance. Lance looks at Heero with a dirty look but slowly gets up. Then he tries to dust himself off, without ever taking his eyes off of Heero.
Lance: "I know his dead damnit! But your wrong. There is something I can do about it. I can wrestle!!! Why do you think I am doing this? For my own fun? Fuck no!! I am doing this for Julian. Keeping his memory alive... if not in the fans then in ME! I can care less about this business. I can care less about the fans. All I care about is keeping Julian's memory intact. That is why I am BEYOND THE FUCKING SYSTEM!!!!!! How can you hurt what doesn't care? How can you defeat something that doesn't care? YOU CAN'T! And I don't care!! Therefore the system can't contain me and nothing can beat me. Sure I have lost before but that's not a beating. It's a loss. There's a difference. Blaze and Dahmer are going to find that out Saturday night at Strikezone. I don't care about winning or losing, though a win against those two fucks would be nice. I have already beat Dahmer and Mercy. I have beat Mercy twice as a fact. Dahmer... you want to say you beat me? When? When you ran out? When you left the arena? When you ran away like the yellow bellied dog you are? You call that a win? That's pathetic. You saw that I was going to get the pin so you ran away with your belt. You took off quicker then a cockaroach when the light hits it. So don't even try to say you won. Blaze... Blaze... Blaze... sure you beat me at Trial by Fire. But big deal. Don't you know that the champion always wins the first round? I will sit and wait Blaze. I will wait for you. I will wait for you to get back your Canadian Championship. Then... then I will strike. I will strike out like a venomous snake surrounded by predators. I will take that championship from you in the second battle of our long war. Then I will put some prestige into the belt. Make it really famous. Though that can wait. For Saturday night I have you and your friend Dahmer in a tag match. Bad Dreams vs. Beyond the System. You two can brag all you want. You two can call Crome and I all the names you want. You can harrass all the homeless people that you want. It won't matter though. Because you two are talking some mighty big talk that you can't back up. Now I know that you two are going to come back out and say... 'We can back up our talk'. Well don't talk it... prove it. Show me and Crome on Saturday that you can back your shit up. Show those Beyond the System that you can back up your big mouths. Prove it to me. I dare you!"
Heero starts to clap his left hand against his cast. A smile is on his face.
Heero: "Earlier you wanted to know why I chose this place to meet. Well that is the reason why. You haven't be seen since the middle of last week. I knew the emotions that this place would bring out of you. I knew that this would get you riled up. So I brought you here. I made all that pent up rage you have inside of you come out. Lance you have to realize, before you do anything always have a plan. Don't do anything just to be doing it. Always make sure you know what you are doing. That's what I proved to you today. I knew what I was doing in bringing you here today, and you did exactly what I knew you would do."
Lance: "So you have been playing me all along? Is that it?"
Heero: "No, not at all. I have been watching your progress since you joined the CWA, and lets say I have been less then pleased. So I decided that since you are my best friends cousin that I would come help you. Don't be mad at me Lance."
Lance: "Don't be mad? Why not? You just decide to pop out of nowhere one day and start playing with my emotions. Then you tell me it was all to help me! Fuck that Heero. FUCK THAT. I am pissed. You should have just come and talked to me instead of doing all this serious type shit. I would have listened. Now I am thinking about never talking to you again. Because not only did you mess with my head, but you had to use Julian to get to me. That is FUCKED up man. That's lower then I would have thought you would ever go. That's low like Dahmer and Blaze low. All they can try to hit me with is how I am trying to be like my dad. Don't they get it... Doesn't anyone in this damn federation get it? I hate my father. I always have and I always will. I would never try to be like my dad or live up to my dad. The way I see it, once I got away from MrSynnerster and started making my own name here, I surpassed my father. I surpassed any level that he thought he could ever reach. So it would really help out everyone in this fed to stop saying that I am "daddy's little boy" and shit like that. Then another thing that they can only hit me with is how I am gay or shit like that. What constitues me as being gay? What, that I am in a stable with Crome? Well if I am gay just because I am in a stable wouldn't that also mean that Blaze, Dahmer, Mercy, and whatever that new guy of theirs is gay too? I mean, they are all in a stable together so wouldn't that consitute them as being gay? So if they are going to be calling me gay because I am in a stable they are just putting themselves down as well. It really doesn't make sense now does it? Why would you want to put yourself down like that? So I also think they should try to stop saying I am gay for having a stable. Try to get some originality people!!!!!!"
Heero Blood: "Alright man... I am sorry for making you come to see Julian's gravesite. I should have known what it would do to you. So are we cool now or what?"
Lance stares at Heero for a minute. The rain is getting harder and the two are getting soaked to the bone. Heeros brown hair is matted down to his head and he is tucking his cast as close to his body as possible under the trenchcoat to keep it dry.
Lance: "Yea I guess so."
Heero: "Good. Now can we please get out of this rain and somewhere dry?"
Lance: "Yea. I sorta forget all about the rain for a while. Let's go to my pad right now."
Lance and Heero walk back to the road where their cars are parked. Lance hops into his porshe and Heero into his white bentley. The scene then fades to black as the two start to drive off.
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