Post by Vince McMahon on Aug 30, 2007 20:37:35 GMT -5
Ryan Beyer is seen walking down a hallway backstage, and knocks on the door. He walks into Vince McMahon’s office, as Vince begins to stand.
Ryan Beyer: “No need, to stand Vince, I’ll make this quick.”
Vince sits back down and shakes Beyer’s hand.
Ryan Beyer: “So, Vince, I can get in this Battle Royal tonight, correct?”
Vince looks up at Beyer, and sits back. He leans his chair back, thinking, and sighs. After a few seconds, he gets a grin on his face.
Vince McMahon: “Yes.”
Ryan Beyer thanks Vince, and the two co-owners shake hands. Beyer turns and walks out, a smile gently wiped across his face. While the co-owner may not be able to reap the full rewards of the match, he figures that if he gets a little lucky then he’ll make a little money, just like the cat from Des Moines, who ran a cleaning plant in his free time. Beyer, on the other hand, realizes that he has quite the roster to overcome. He has no idea who will be entering, but he knows he’s got to watch his back. He steps through the control room, as the ever-so-jazzy stand up bass plays the descent from a G to a C.
As the piano strikes the Cm7 chord, Ryan Beyer steps through the curtain, and the crowd rises to it’s feet. Beyer begins his journey to the ring, slapping hands with as many fans as possible. It’s time for him to announce to the world his entrance to the Battle Royal. He steps up the step, and as he climbs into the ring, he looks out onto the masses of fans, all awaiting what words could come spilling out of his mouth. He is handed a microphone as the crowd slowly quiets itself.
Ryan Beyer: ”Tonight. . . I step into this ring, not as a co-owner. Tonight, I will be entering the Battle Royal. I guess I just need that thrill again. It’s like a good addiction. So here’s what I have to say to everyone who is entering with me. . . I can take it. If anyone wimps out on me and gives anything but half against me, you’re a worse person than if you had just punched me straight in the face. Don’t even think about giving me an easy time, because I will be going full go against all of you. Especially since I plan on winning.”
The crowd is used to Ryan pulling some scheme of intimidation, scaring his opponents into losing. So they now wait, anticipating his next move. When he steps out of the ring, they feel slightly let down, until Beyer gets to the top of the ramp, and turns around. Suddenly, Ryan Beyer disappears, and when he appears again, he is high above the stage, atop the screen. The lights darken as white sparks fall from the top of the screen, just below Ryan Beyer’s feet. He still holds the microphone, and prepares to speak.
Ryan Beyer: ”I’ve been through my share of federations, and titles, but this time, it means so much more. Everyone knows I have absolutely nothing to lose. I’m going to walk down to that ring a simple co-owner, and return on top of the federation in every way. It’s time, it’s written in stone. It’s Stolen Moments. . . “
Upon saying this, Ryan Beyer falls into the sea of sparks, and turns to sand before he hit’s the ground. The crowd has come to expect his magic, but never to the extent where he disappears mid-flight.