Dan Ryan Biography

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Real Name:  Daniel J. Ryan  
Nicknames:  "The Ego Buster"  
Hometown:  Houston, TX  
Birthday:  5/1/1979  
Height:  6'7"  
Weight:  305 lbs 


History


Biography:  Born in Houston, but raised in the Kyoto region of Japan where his father was a successful promoter.

Has wrestled all over the world and amassed an impressive collection of championships in both singles and tag team competition.

Ryan is known for his unrelenting cerebral style in the ring. While mostly known as a heel character, he has occasionally been a fan favorite depending on the circumstance. Known to be particularly violent when angry.

Former in-character owner of Empire Pro Wrestling.

Strengths:

- Ring general
- Highly technically skilled
- Power

Weaknesses:

- Can take grudges too far, to his detriment
- Can occasionally underestimate his opponents (cocky)
- Family attachments

Appearance:

Blonde hair combed back. Usually wearing dark sunglasses. Comes to the ring with a black elbow pad on each elbow, black trunks and black kneepads. Black boots with "DR" on the side. Out of the ring generally wears either warmup pants or jeans and a t-shirt.

Relevant Other Fed Championships:

FIST of DEFIANCE x3
CSWA World/UNIFIED Title x3
A1E World Title x2
NBW World Title x2
NthWA World Title x2
GXW World Title x2
VWF x2
NAWA World Title
NFW World Title


 
Other Feds:  CSWA, NFW, TEAM, A1E, EUWC, NBW, NthWA, EWI, GXW, SCW, NAWA, MBE, WFW, DEFIANCE  


Quotes


  • Tonight we'll BOTH find out how far the other is willing to go. But for you? This is the last time you'll EVER think of me.... and smile.
  • Maybe Oxford doesn’t prepare people for such challenging life situations as --- reading the correct city on your itinerary, flying to the proper city for your event. My God, Blaine, you’re standing there in your candy cane panties giving me a VERBAL UNDRESSING…… from the wrong city. How did this happen?? Who can you fire?
  • I like that you speak in metaphors, like a character from Star Trek: The Next Generation. I like it and I only wish you would do it more, because I have ‘refers to a match as a miracle of canvas, upon which we brush a tapestry as the Medici’s look upon in abject horror, the knowledge that the papal legacy within their blood holds no sway over the inevitability of the destruction to come’…. For five hundred dollars and the points.
  • I thought the dude who played Huggy Bear in Starsky and Hutch was long gone, lost to the ether as another casualty of gimmicky 70s television. But you gave him a part to play in your promo for a World Championship match, and as they say, any publicity is good publicity.
  • Calvin, the thing is…. Bandit? Seriously? Your masterstroke is Bandit? To be honest with you, I forgot ‘THE BANDIT’ was even in the Clan. I forgot completely. I was just about ready to ask Troy why the flute player from Jethro Tull was hangin’ around the group, and before I realized who it was, he was gone.
  • Look at the size of this freakin' house. That's right. As Joe the Plumber alluded to, I have a bazillion homes, each at least two hundred square miles in area. This is one such home. Remember that part of the book of Revelation in the Bible when John gave the dimensions of the city in heaven and described it in miles of length, the walls in miles of height and so on? It might as well have been a studio apartment compared to this. My home has mile markers. That's what I'm sayin', here. I'm not FROM Texas. Texas is inside my house. It's that big. Right now, I'm sitting on a couch in one of two-hundred fifty living areas in this one house alone. Just outside the window is my swimming pool, the Gulf of Mexico. I pay thirty undocumented migrant workers to lift my dick for me when I pee.
  • Do you people know he's STILL complaining about the Intercontinental Title match?? For a history lesson, and boy are we going back to a time of irrelevance here... but the guy, he wanted me pretty bad. He had this whole 'you're beneath me' vibe going while at the same time speaking my name every time he opened his mouth. It's Scott's way of playing hard to get, like we're in third grade and all my insults really means I like him. Then he'd run over and punch me in the shoulder and hide so that presumably I'd then find him and he'd try to kiss me in the bushes.
  • Oh, and BRA-VOOOO on all of the “Back in the kitchen, little lady’ jokes, Bronson. Turns out it’s not only your wardrobe that’s stuck in the 1920s. Well done on the low-hanging fruit there, you malnourished-looking travelling carny half-wit. For the record, I’ve always wanted to ask, what’s with the stupid wrestle-suspenders anyway? Did you fall into a cave when you were a kid like Bruce Wayne, only instead of a big scary bat inspiring you to fight crime you saw a bearded lady, a strongman, and a clown playing a calliope and you were moved to fight good taste with black and white special effects, ragtime music, and a disturbing and strange desire to roll back women’s rights?
  • Boogie, I've heard some delusions of grandeur in my day, but hot-dog-on-a-summer-sidewalk-and-other-Texas-catchphrases, your delusions take the cake. Actually, your delusions took the whole bakery, leaving it without so much as a speck of flour to cook with. Your delusions are currently involved in a high speed police chase down the Pacific Coast Highway live on CNN with frosting on the corners of its mouth as we speak, is what I'm saying.
  • What's wrong, Bronson Box? Doesn't the career propping teet of Eric Dane come with an extension cord?

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