That big grin on his face - the one he wears when he knows he’s a part of something really big - makes its usual presence known as Ryan pulls a microphone out of his back pocket. As he leans slightly forward, Ryan extends his free hand to Dangerously.
Ryan: Hi, I’m Ryan Cain, reigning Franchise of Wrestling 2000... who are you exactly?
NED sneers at Ryan as he stares into the lenses of his sunglasses. Ryan keeps that same grin on his face as his gaze doesn’t shy away from Nic for even a moment�?until he realizes his offered handshake is going to be left untaken. Ryan laughs a bit, wiping his hand off on his shirt as he turns his back to Dangerously and his cronies, leaving himself open to�?pretty much anything.
Ryan: I’m kidding, of course. How could I not know you, really? I mean, come on, you’re Nic E. Dangerously. You’re the Paradigm. You’re the “man who can,�?right? You’re the former multiple-time Franchise.
Ryan’s grin turns to more of a smirk with that shot at NED’s pride.
Ryan: And apparently you’re a felon, as well.
Joey Kewl: Felon?
Trunks Kenni: How far *did* he go for the Title?
Nic crosses his arms over his chest as he tilts his head back with a smug look, seemingly aware of what Ryan’s talking about. Ryan starts to turn back around now to face the entire Texan Connection again. Seeing the look on Dangerously’s face, Ryan scoffs slightly.
Ryan: Yeah, I’m sure you’re real proud of yourself, Nic. I mean, here I am in a W2K Ring for the first time in a few�?/FONT>
He checks his watch.
Ryan: �?calendar years�?so I guess you did what your boss wanted you to do. That’s something you’ve always been good at, Nic. Doing what you’re told, I mean. I started wondering a few days ago, around the time I realized you were behind the whole thing, if you’ve ever done anything on your own.
Joey Kewl: Behind what whole thing?
Ryan: I mean, obviously�?/FONT>
Ryan lifts his hand toward the entire group.
Ryan: �?obviously, you didn’t win that Title on your own. Obviously it wasn’t your idea to bait me into rejoining the W2K Roster. And obviously, you’ve never accomplished�?much of anything without some outside help, have you, Nic?
Dangerously takes a breath and starts to lift his microphone.
Ryan: Whoa, slow down, bro. You’ve had plenty of time to run your mouth since W2K hit the airwaves again�?be courteous and don’t interrupt me here.
Reaching up, Ryan removes his sunglasses and drops them to the canvas.
Ryan: You see, Nic�?when I got home that night�?and realized CJ was gone�?I’ll be honest, I had no idea where she was or who had done it.
Trunks Kenni: This guy’s vagueness is getting on my nerves.
Ryan: Let me explain�?/FONT>
Trunks Kenni: Please.
Ryan: �?as I’m sure pretty much all of you know�?I’ve spent the last good while of my career getting screwed in a place called the Fans�?Wrestling Alliance. It’s been�?a dark time in my life, but I recently found a reason to get the hell out of there. I got home from a show one night�?and found my house broken into�?and my kid sister�?gone. I wasn’t exactly happy about that, as I’m sure a lot of people can understand. She’d come to me because the situation she was living in had pretty much fallen apart, and I was supposed to take care of her. I intentionally made sure no one with any ties to professional wrestling knew anything about her�?but, of course, some idiot found out and decided to tell the world. You might know him�?Mr. Scarie?
The entire arena is filled with boos.
Ryan: Yeah, I figured. Anyway, I got home that night, and rather than my sister, I found a little note in her place.
Reaching into his pocket, Ryan pulls out several pieces of paper and unfolds them, looking down at the one on top.
Ryan: I’ll spare you the bulk of it, but in summation, it’s the typical “if you want to see her again, you’ll do what I say�?crap. It was pretty much what I expected when I picked it up for the first time. What I didn’t expect was to be led on a freaking long-ass drawn-out scavenger hunt. I mean, come on, what are we? Thirteen? It was ridiculous. I was following a treasure map printed on riddles.
He clears his throat.
Ryan: “I can be rusty, I can be clean. When driven through the thumping essence, I kill any being. What am I?�?/FONT>
Nic’s smirk returns as Johnny Legend pats him on the shoulder.
Ryan: Answer: Heart nail. It took me a while to figure that out�?and even after I did, I really didn’t understand until a good while later. The answer to the riddle was the password to an email account I found�?in the same letter.
He holds it up to draw attention to it.
Ryan: And in the inbox of that account was one message: the next clue. This was a pattern I became quickly familiar with. That clue led me to another�?and that one to another�?and that one to still another. You drew it out to as many steps as your little brain could dream up, didn’t you, Nic? It didn’t take long for me to really get sick of it�?but it’s not like I could just stop, right?
Again, Ryan scoffs.
Ryan: The clown shoes were a nice touch. That’s about the time it all started to click. “Heart nail”�?Hartnell. Y2K�?W2K. The clean, brand new, crisp money�?it was all so clever, really.
He starts pacing back and forth now, as he tends to do when he gets excited.
Ryan: To cut this little tale short, for those who haven’t figured it out, the clues ultimately led me here�?they led me to two tickets to RAGE #120.
The fans erupt with excitement here.
Ryan: I hopped on a plane and I flew down here from Defiance, Ohio�?I came to the W2K Arena�?and I found Jeremy McMillion waiting for me with a ballpoint pen and a very familiar document, a copy of which I happen to have right here.
He lets most of the pieces of paper in his hand drop to the canvas, save a few that are stapled together.
Ryan: He told me that all I had to do was sign the contract�?all I had to do was, once again, become a W2K competitor�?and CJ would be returned to me. So what do you think I did, Nic? Given, it was all really sadistic and manipulative - and trust me, despite the calm demeanor you’re seeing right now, my real raw emotion will come out as soon as I finish beating around this bush and building up the anticipation - but what do you think I did?
Ryan stops pacing, holding the contract up at eyelevel between the two of them.
Ryan: I did the only thing I could do, Nic. When family’s involved, I can’t worry about the potential lawsuit a bogus company like the FWA is gonna file against me. I can’t worry about some leech like William Rodney Mercy continuing that talk about me ducking him. I did the *only* thing I could do. I signed the focking contract�?and I became a member of the W2K “family�?all over again.
Joey Kewl: RYAN CAIN IS BACK IN W2K!
Trunks Kenni: All thanks to Nic E. Dangerously, apparently.
Joey Kewl: Thanks?!? He’s a kidnapper!
Trunks Kenni: Pish posh.
Ryan: To be completely honest, I was kinda surprised when CJ was immediately returned to me. For a split second the thought ran through my head that maybe the Jerm had found some integrity somewhere along the line�?but then I remembered he had just gotten an ignorant muscle-bound brute - that’s you, Nic - to kidnap my sister to get me back on his payroll. So getting to the point, Nic�?I’d like to take this time to congratulate you on a job well done. Your boss gave you an assignment�?he pulled your little puppet strings�?and you did exactly what he told you to do. Just like you always do. But there are a couple things I don’t think you counted on.
He takes an abrupt step forward and the Texan Connection starts to step forward, but Nic gestures them back when he sees Ryan extending the copy of his contract toward him.
Ryan: Easy, boys.
Nic takes the document and Ryan steps back.
Ryan: Why don’t you just look through that for me, Nic? Let me know what stands out to you. Because something definitely stood out to me. I guess, for my troubles - you know, the whole�?kidnapped relative thing - I guess Jerm decided to give me a little�?bonus.
Dangerously’s eyes suddenly shoot wide open and Sef, looking over Nic’s shoulder, lets his jaw drop to his chest.
Ryan: Have you ever seen that amount of money in your life? A little bird told me that number’s quite a bit higher than the one on your contract, eh, Nic? I mean, after all I went through�?I think I deserve it, don’t you?
Nic’s fist tightens around the contract, crumpling the bottom half.
Ryan: You’re damn right I do. You remember that raw emotion I mentioned earlier? Here it ****ing comes.
All of a sudden, a flaming intensity can be seen in Ryan’s eyes.
Ryan: You kidnapped my sister, Nic. The first person I ever cared about�?you took her away from me, Nic. Our dad lost his job�?and her mother DIED�?I was supposed to take care of her�?and YOU�?/FONT>
He points his finger in Dangerously’s face.
Ryan: �?took her�?*away* *from* *me*�?*NIC*!
The veins are popping out of Ryan’s forehead now.
Ryan: Who the **** do you think you are?!? You came into my house�?and you kidnapped a sixteen-year-old girl�?and you don’t think you have anything coming your way in return? Think again, you piece of ****! It’s been long enough, Dangerously. Our names have been at the forefront of this circuit- of this BUSINESS for too long�?and it’s time for our paths to cross. I never�?I *never* had my shot at the W2K Championship�?and I know you always had something to do with it. But you said it yourself, Nic. There’s no one around here for you to defend against. There’s no one you haven’t already beaten. There’s no one�?except Ryan FOCKin Cain!
The crowd is going INSANE!
Ryan: You don’t have a choice this time, Nic! You don’t have a choice! You can’t avoid it anymore! I’m not going to stand here like some guy over in FWA and say you’ve been ducking me, but you sure as HELL haven’t ever stepped the hell up!
He’s pacing again.
Ryan: We were always this close, Nic�?we were always right on the edge of a war�?but the line was never crossed. There was never a right time. But this time�?this time, right here, right now�?this time it’s the only line you have. There aren’t any other options, Nic. All the talk has been about the “dream match�?between Ryan Cain and William Rodney Mercy�?but everyone knows if one major match *has* to happen, it’s you and me. It’s Nic E. Dangerously and Ryan Cain.
He stops�?and looks Nic dead in the eye.
Ryan: And it’s for the W2K Championship.
The noise level increases *dramatically*!
Joey Kewl: The roof is going to come off!
Ryan: I hope it was worth it, Nic. I hope you enjoyed knowing that I was distraught in the search for my sister. I hope it was worth losing your Championship to a focking clown shoe. That’s what I am, right, Nic? We’ll see, you piece of garbage. We’ll ****ing see. And as for your silly-ass Texan Connection�?they might not be as useful to you this time. I happen to have a certain pissed-off badass on my side. He’s around six-feet, eight-inches tall�?covered in tattoos�?should’ve ripped your head off not too long ago. You know who I’m talking about, right? In fact, he asked me to deliver a message to Johnny Legend.
THWAP!!! Legend is FLOORED by a Zero Superkick! The rest of the group lunges at Ryan, but he’s already out of the ring and walking backwards up the ramp as �?6 Quite Bitter Beings�?rocks the house. He points at Dangerously, mouthing a lot of angry words as he gestures that the belt will soon be around his waist. Ryan spits in their direction�?before turning his back and walking out of the arena, through the curtain, while the crowd absolutely refuses to come down from its level of bone-rattling noise.
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