Post by Vince McMahon on Aug 30, 2007 20:47:18 GMT -5
Ryan Beyer is seen sitting at a table in a restaurant, a jazz band softly playing in the background. Little bits of the ballad stretch to your ears, like a sonnet that barely reaches your mind because of lack of understandedness. Beyer turns his head to the camera, a glass of Pepsi sitting on the table. He looks as if to talk, but turns his head back to the band, applauding at the end of the song. After a few seconds of applause from the small bar, the bassist hits the drop from a G to a C, and a C-minor-seventh chord is played lightly by the piano.
Ryan Beyer: “There’s only one way to play this week. I’m facing some good people, I’m teamed with some good people. However, there’s always the downside. I’m the target. I haven’t wrestled in a while, yes, but I know that I’ll be walking out of Turmoil a winner. Listen, it’s Stolen Moments. You can feel it wash over you like a wave of overt air, tumbling in a vortex, the nexus of time. In the final lighthouse, a shining earth is ending. The wave that steals time and drowns you in it, yet not in itself.”
Ryan Beyer takes a final drink from the glass, and puts a few single dollar bills on the table carelessly. He begins walking out of the bar, the camera following. Even from outside, the saxophone inside rings a high improvisational note, and continuing with some complex idea that cannot be touched by the modern musicians. As Beyer unlocks his car, the cameraman gets in the passenger’s seat, watching as Ryan Beyer maneuvers his way out of the crowded parking lot.
Ryan Beyer: ”Driving. . . silence like stampeding charging advance. Then, when you finally become at peace, someone cuts you off. Hmm. . . familiar car, maybe I’ve blown one of them up before. Anyway, we’re just about where we need to be. Yep, this is it. Welcome.”
The camera turns to a large sign, reading “The NHBWO Hall Of Fame” in bright neon colors corresponding to those of the NHBWO logo. Beyer is already out, waiting as the cameraman slowly brings himself and his equipment out of the small car. Focusing in on Ryan, the camera follows him inside, panning from side to side. The place looks like it was nearly bombed, and the rubble was only partially repaired. Ryan Beyer flips a switch, allowing many lights to illuminate the once sacred place.
Ryan Beyer: ”Chris, why would you do this? I know I’m facing three men, but you’re my primary target. You’ve destroyed this place, Jericho. This is the memory of some of the greatest men to ever set foot in a wrestling ring. Without them, you’d never be in the position you are. The worst thing for me would be to see you walk out of Night of Glory with my title. Your blatant disrespect for this company will have consequences, I promise you this. The elimination chamber might as well be your final resting place.”
Ryan Beyer continues walking through what hasn’t been yet cleaned up. He lifts a large statue into the air, revealing Kurt Angle. The nose is cracked, and the bust of Angle has been turned on its mount. Beyer shakes his head as he walks through the hall, disappointed at the blatant disrespect for the many men he’s worked with over the years. Finally, Ryan Beyer walks back out of the rubble, and out into the sunlight.
Ryan Beyer: ”It’s time to end this. All of the disrespect has gone on for to long. No one in this company deserves my title. It is truly pathetic. So now, it’s time to get back into the car and keep going. Where I’m going now, I don’t quite know. However, I have a pretty good idea as what would be fun for tonight. I’ll call this one ’revenge.’”
After a five minute trip, Ryan Beyer pulls into the arena. He parks his car far from the others, and gets into a waiting tow truck. He first attaches himself to Randy Orton’s car, and slowly backs it up so that it faces Jericho’s bumper. After getting out, Beyer unattaches the car, then moving on to Raven’s. He sets them up in a T-like formation, Orton’s and Jericho’s cars making the base, Raven’s completing the upper crossbar. Cardboard cutouts of each superstar stand on top of each respective car, as Beyer takes a few steps backards.
Ryan Beyer: “Three. . . two. . . one!”
With this, Ryan Beyer causes the cars to all explode at the same time, igniting each cutout. Ryan Beyer has already walked away before the camera can watch the look on his face, but the Chris Jericho statue burns at the feet of the cameraman, who pans in on Jericho’s face as it drifts away.