Nicknames: Meat, Tex, Frank, Rainbow Pants

The day Ryan came to try out for Body Hype, we were so floored by his Usheresque popping moves, his Snoop-like Crip walking, and his sick Harlem shaking – we immediately fell in love with him. On the night of pickups, when the troupe came to congratulate him and spray champagne all over his burly body till 3am, we were shocked to learn he had left for New York. A thoughtful note on the door said he didn’t have high hopes of making the cut, but if we happened to come by, he was sorry and would “do our laundry or somethin.”

Since that day Ryan has made strides, building tremendous confidence in strutting his stuff, learning to feel at home on the dance floor, and just plain being a nut. Taking advantage of his natural agility and the flexibility he developed as a martial artist, Ryan can contort his body in ways Cirque du Soleil acrobats can only dream of. More of a clubbing type than bar denizen, Ryan is likely to be seen on the dance floors of Ivy, Cap, and Quad rather than the taprooms playing those “silly drinking games.” Ryan hopes to serve as a role model for all the tru wangstas out there who waive their right to get hyphy when Kanye or 50 starts boomin’ on the tweeters and woofers.