Post by Ryan Hughes on Aug 27, 2011 19:05:18 GMT -5
As Glory and Honor Wrestling's flagship show continues, the fans take a short break as the ring is cleared from the previous match. They would, like any other man, go find the grotty rows of urinals in the grotty arena bathrooms, and take a well earned piss. Normally, the ring clearing would be a short while and the fans would sit and watch as one of the most loved or most hated stars popped up on the HonorTron, and started laying in to their opponent that night. But this time, there is no promo, no advertisement, just a blank, still screen. As expected, the fans begin to get up out of their seats, with some heading out to buy food or drain the proverbial weasel.
Stupid fans.
They are all stopped in their tracks by the unmistakable voice of Alice In Chains' Layne Staley, as he breaks in to the chorus of "Would?". Cheers break out through the arena as the man behind the music, the Mancunian Mastodon, Ryan Hughes, steps out from behind the curtain. The fans that were hunched to try and squeeze pastimmediately stand up straight wherever they stopped, not wanting to move and miss any of what was to come. Almost as one, a sea of cameras and phone rise up, as people try to record the return of the future Hall of Famer for nostalgia purposes.
"Ryan Hughes? RYAN HUGHES! As if this night couldn't get any more unpredictable!"
"Why does he keep coming back here?"
Standing at the top of the ramp, he raises his arms up, expecting the crowd to make much more noise than they are. At his call, the fans give him their all and cheer as loud as they can for the returning Hughes. Liking what he is hearing, the former New Age Champion begins to strut down the ramp, nodding to the fans as he passes them. He makes light work of the decline, breaking in to a slight jog as he reaches the steel steps. The NeXuS winner steps thhrough the ropes, being sure to bend over and pick up a microphone on his way. Immediately, he climbs the furthest turnbuckle before raising his right fist in to the air and shouting "WHAT'S MY NAME?!". As he jumps down, the crowd begin a chant of "RYAN HUGHES! RYAN HUGHES! RYAN HUGHES!" much to his delight. Even when the Alice In Chains song fades to silence, the GHW Universe still chant for their former champion. Ryan hushes them somewhat by pushing his hands downwards, before raising the microphone to his lips.
"Even when I'm gone, it's like I'm always here."
The fans cheer, knowing this sentiment all too well. Hughes continues.
"Through all this talk of conspiracy, through all this talk of controversy, through all this talk of backstage politics, through all this talk- period- one name is always mentioned. Mine. It's like you cannot go through an episode of Tuesday Night Triumph without hearing my name. It seems I have become an invisible benchmark, always used when upstarts and veterans alike want to get their Johnsons out and have a pissing contest. I see it every week, and I don't know whether to be proud that my career have birthed such a legacy that people cannot help but compare others to, or be insulted that these ingrates dare speak my name. I have done almost evetthing there is to do in Glory and Honor Wrestling. I have won the NeXuS Deathmatch, I have won the GHW World Championship. Hell, I won the GHW New Age Championship twice. I am a man, with a story that could fill a thousand tapestries. I am a man, whose life story would gross more in the box office than the entire Harry Potter series combined. I am a man, that other men wish to be. And that isn't me being big headed, that is me simply stating fact. Fighty fighty persons keep mentioning me, because they want to BE me."
"I think Glen Campbell says it best... It's the soul, it makes them go to the ghost on the canvas. I'm a ghost on the canvas."
Ryan takes a moment, leaning against the ropes as the fans provide a somewhat mixed reaction now, following his somewhat egotistical claims. Smiling to himself, Hughes goes on.
"And speaking of ghosts, I see Nicholas Carson has come back to life. Last I remember, he was in a box being taken away to the sanitarium, thanks to yours truly. Surprisingly he hadn't mentioned me... until this Tuesday. One could say Nicholas was a catalyst for me coming out here tonight. Nicholas Carson has brought together a band of never-will-be's, and has somehow got them to take his word as gospel. Funny thing is, he tried that same trick in 2009. He brought myself, The Psycho Kid, Demon and Dave Carter together, and fed us with his views repeatedly. He brainwashed everyone, except for me. And his inability to brainwash me was his downfall. He thought he had total control; I led him to believe that in his twisted, tormented mind. But one by one, my mentalism prevailed, and one by one, the members of the Outcasts turned on Nicholas, and we rid ourselves of that cancerous snake. But alas, now he is back, and his twisted words got in to the minds of Delta, and of Millson, and of TPK. TPK! Although, it is questionable whether he had a brain in the first place... But I digress. Do you know what it was that stopped Nicholas from gaining a power over me? It was because I am British!"
"Being British means I have a better brain capacity. Being British means I am not brainwashed by the Bushes and the Clintons and the Kennedys and the Obamas. Being British means I will never be taken in by a Cult of Personality. To put a long story short, being British makes me better than you."
And there is the foreigner heat. Almost immediately, the fans turn on Hughes, now jeering "that Brit" as he smiles his shit-eating smile, feeling thoroughly pleased with himself. Wanting to strike while the iron is hot, the Mancunian continues.
"Don't boo me, please. Boo eachother, because you guys are the ones who deserve to be booed. I mean honestly, you are taken in like the gullible sheep that you are by the simplest sob story or the flimsiest heroic deed and quite frankly it DISGUSTS me! You people, you- you AMERICANS, you disgust me! You gullible, gullible bastards! You moronic slobs will never come to be like the BRITISH men I know. BRITISH Men that aren't easily swayed by wanton acts of kindness. BRITISH Men that know what to say, and when to say it. BRITISH men who know how to be controversial, just like me. BRITISH Men like Marcus Rayne! Come on out, kid."
TBC Marcus Rayne
Stupid fans.
They are all stopped in their tracks by the unmistakable voice of Alice In Chains' Layne Staley, as he breaks in to the chorus of "Would?". Cheers break out through the arena as the man behind the music, the Mancunian Mastodon, Ryan Hughes, steps out from behind the curtain. The fans that were hunched to try and squeeze pastimmediately stand up straight wherever they stopped, not wanting to move and miss any of what was to come. Almost as one, a sea of cameras and phone rise up, as people try to record the return of the future Hall of Famer for nostalgia purposes.
"Ryan Hughes? RYAN HUGHES! As if this night couldn't get any more unpredictable!"
"Why does he keep coming back here?"
Standing at the top of the ramp, he raises his arms up, expecting the crowd to make much more noise than they are. At his call, the fans give him their all and cheer as loud as they can for the returning Hughes. Liking what he is hearing, the former New Age Champion begins to strut down the ramp, nodding to the fans as he passes them. He makes light work of the decline, breaking in to a slight jog as he reaches the steel steps. The NeXuS winner steps thhrough the ropes, being sure to bend over and pick up a microphone on his way. Immediately, he climbs the furthest turnbuckle before raising his right fist in to the air and shouting "WHAT'S MY NAME?!". As he jumps down, the crowd begin a chant of "RYAN HUGHES! RYAN HUGHES! RYAN HUGHES!" much to his delight. Even when the Alice In Chains song fades to silence, the GHW Universe still chant for their former champion. Ryan hushes them somewhat by pushing his hands downwards, before raising the microphone to his lips.
"Even when I'm gone, it's like I'm always here."
The fans cheer, knowing this sentiment all too well. Hughes continues.
"Through all this talk of conspiracy, through all this talk of controversy, through all this talk of backstage politics, through all this talk- period- one name is always mentioned. Mine. It's like you cannot go through an episode of Tuesday Night Triumph without hearing my name. It seems I have become an invisible benchmark, always used when upstarts and veterans alike want to get their Johnsons out and have a pissing contest. I see it every week, and I don't know whether to be proud that my career have birthed such a legacy that people cannot help but compare others to, or be insulted that these ingrates dare speak my name. I have done almost evetthing there is to do in Glory and Honor Wrestling. I have won the NeXuS Deathmatch, I have won the GHW World Championship. Hell, I won the GHW New Age Championship twice. I am a man, with a story that could fill a thousand tapestries. I am a man, whose life story would gross more in the box office than the entire Harry Potter series combined. I am a man, that other men wish to be. And that isn't me being big headed, that is me simply stating fact. Fighty fighty persons keep mentioning me, because they want to BE me."
"I think Glen Campbell says it best... It's the soul, it makes them go to the ghost on the canvas. I'm a ghost on the canvas."
Ryan takes a moment, leaning against the ropes as the fans provide a somewhat mixed reaction now, following his somewhat egotistical claims. Smiling to himself, Hughes goes on.
"And speaking of ghosts, I see Nicholas Carson has come back to life. Last I remember, he was in a box being taken away to the sanitarium, thanks to yours truly. Surprisingly he hadn't mentioned me... until this Tuesday. One could say Nicholas was a catalyst for me coming out here tonight. Nicholas Carson has brought together a band of never-will-be's, and has somehow got them to take his word as gospel. Funny thing is, he tried that same trick in 2009. He brought myself, The Psycho Kid, Demon and Dave Carter together, and fed us with his views repeatedly. He brainwashed everyone, except for me. And his inability to brainwash me was his downfall. He thought he had total control; I led him to believe that in his twisted, tormented mind. But one by one, my mentalism prevailed, and one by one, the members of the Outcasts turned on Nicholas, and we rid ourselves of that cancerous snake. But alas, now he is back, and his twisted words got in to the minds of Delta, and of Millson, and of TPK. TPK! Although, it is questionable whether he had a brain in the first place... But I digress. Do you know what it was that stopped Nicholas from gaining a power over me? It was because I am British!"
"Being British means I have a better brain capacity. Being British means I am not brainwashed by the Bushes and the Clintons and the Kennedys and the Obamas. Being British means I will never be taken in by a Cult of Personality. To put a long story short, being British makes me better than you."
And there is the foreigner heat. Almost immediately, the fans turn on Hughes, now jeering "that Brit" as he smiles his shit-eating smile, feeling thoroughly pleased with himself. Wanting to strike while the iron is hot, the Mancunian continues.
"Don't boo me, please. Boo eachother, because you guys are the ones who deserve to be booed. I mean honestly, you are taken in like the gullible sheep that you are by the simplest sob story or the flimsiest heroic deed and quite frankly it DISGUSTS me! You people, you- you AMERICANS, you disgust me! You gullible, gullible bastards! You moronic slobs will never come to be like the BRITISH men I know. BRITISH Men that aren't easily swayed by wanton acts of kindness. BRITISH Men that know what to say, and when to say it. BRITISH men who know how to be controversial, just like me. BRITISH Men like Marcus Rayne! Come on out, kid."
TBC Marcus Rayne