Post by Ryan Blake on Jul 25, 2011 16:26:31 GMT -5
Ryan Blake
Rp # 1
vs. Kaylyn James Evans
vs. Russle Morris
For WCF TV Title
Part I
When: After last weeks hardcore match, during the final minutes of the main event.
Where: Backstage, the locker room area.
Inner Thoughts
"Leave it up to me and I will be the one here to see that you stand still, everyone sees your eyes getting wider. Everyone here believes you're a liar, don't worry because it's not broken, it's just swollen. It's obvious that you bore me, but I'm not worried because it's five minutes, of my glory."
The scene opens to Blake wobbling to his seat backstage, a bloody, sweaty mess. He sits on a chair and sips on his Gatorade. Hank Brown now approaches him with a microphone. A nurse follows behind Hank, trying to get to Ryan before he practically bleeds to death.
Hank
Hey there Ryan, are you ok to speak with me for a second?
Ryan nods and signals Hank closer as he continues to guzzle his Gatorade.
Hank
Well Ryan, let me be the first to tell you: Holy shit what a match! That was insane, I just talked the Philip Baines a few moments ago and now I wanted to ask you what did you think of Baines and the match?
Ryan
Man, indeed, that was insane. He wrestled one hell of a match, but I still hate that guy. I really thought that I had him for sure, but I guess I was wrong. But to be honest, now that it's done and in the past, I kind of feel good about it. That match will go down in history, I mean, chairs, barbed wire, staples, steel steps, trashcans, flaming tables, two by fours and the blood…all the blood. Although I lost, that match was well, epic!
The nurse takes out a set of stitches, preparing to fix up Ryan's forehead which at the moment, looks like a bowl of chunky salsa. She whips his forehead with an anti-bacterial whip. Ryan yells and cusses at her as the burn increases more and more, the more she cleans the open gash. She lifts the stitches; Ryan leans back, away from the stitches.
Ryan
Get the fuck out of here! I don't need stitches, I'm fine!
The nurse tries to reason with him,
Nurse
But Mr. Blake it could easily get infected, it's and open cut. My job requires me—
Ryan
I don't care, Ryan Blake is a fucking wolverine, I heal faster than Chuck Norris. Please, continue Hank.
Hank
Well Ryan you sure did put on a show for the fans like you said you would.
Ryan
I don’t break my promises Hank.
Hank
Yes, we know that now. That match was something no one wanted to miss. And you are obviously getting the attention of the right people Ryan, you’ve been working very hard, and giving it your all lately haven’t you?
Ryan
Of course I have Hank, I always try my best in the ring.
Hank
Well I guess it pays off. Next week’s matches were just posted on WCF.com just a moment ago and you have another Television Title shot this week against Kaylyn James Evans and Russle Morris.
Ryan
Holy shit, are you serious!? I mean… of course I know that, Ryan Blake is just gold material.
Hank
Yea, it’s a triple threat match this time, what do you think of that?
Ryan
I think that I won’t fuck it up this time. This time, I’m not playing around. I know Kaylyn’s weaknesses now, I learned a lot about her last time I was in the ring with her. But first she's gonna go and have sexy with Roy's little girlfriend there, just to get everyone all hyped up for the match. The chick is so desperate for attention it's just plain, disgusting. But that doesn't mean she's better than me in anyway. I will, truly, destroy both Kaylyn and Russle this week! Last time we met in the ring I might have underestimated her a bit. But not this time, if anything, I'll overestimate her this time! I will take that pretty little face of hers and plant it into the ring this week, I swear it. Hank, I have to go now, I need to go to my locker room. But don't worry; I will talk to you again before the match. Just note this. This week, 'the perfect ten' will be the perfect one, two, three!
Hank
Ok, Ryan no problem. I will be sure to get an official interview with you later this week, thank you for having this talk with me.
Ryan gets up and pats his cut with a facecloth the nurse had given him. He looks at Hank and nods goodbye as he walks away. Hank now just looks at the camera until the scene fades to black.
Part II
When: About an hour later.
Where: Backstage, In Ryan Blake's locker room.
Scene: "Off Camera" (Character Development)
Ryan enters his locker room backstage; he turns the light on, steps in and then closes the door behind him. He walks to the small bathroom across the room. He opens a cabinet and takes out an antibacterial sanitizer and some gauze. He the grabs the facecloth which is already on his forehead, pour the antibacterial on it, and places it back on his head. He makes a fist and shouts,
Ryan
Ah, fuck! That’s a bitch! Jeez…
He lifts the rag and replaces it with the gauze. He puts his things back in the cabinet then walks out of the bathroom. Suddenly Ryan hears a noise that starts as a small whisper but then gradually gets louder. It's a voice. Ryan looks around the room and hears it again. He can't make out what the person is saying, where they are, or even who they are. But he can hear them. He then notices that the door he had closed just a moment ago was open a crack. But instead of worrying he just closes the door and sits down. A moment or two pass by before he hears it again, now much clearer.
Voice
Pssst…Ryan.
Psssssst, Ryan…over here bruh.
Ryan
What the hell? I'm going crazy; I think I just need some sleep.
He looks over at his gym bag again, he sees the medical card the nurse gave him next to the bag. He walks to it and picks it up, it reads,
'May experience fatigue, dizziness, or head aches do to minor concussion.'
Ryan
That’s gotta be it, I'm just hearing things.
Voice
Ryan Blake…? Is that you, douche bag…?
Ryan turns around quickly, the voice is now very clear and he can hear it coming from behind him. He runs to the door which is open a crack, after he had already closed it twice. He peeks his head outside the door and looks to his left and his right.
Ryan
Hello? Ugh, it smells like shit out here!
He waves at his nose, but now hears nothing; he closes the door for a third time. Once closed, he bangs his head lightly against the door in a 'Fuck My Life' type motion. He sighs deeply and then turns around.
Ryan
AHHHHHH!
Ryan screams like….well, a bitch. But who wouldn't? When Ryan turns around he sees a full grown man, standing in the center of his locker room, dressed in a one piece dog suit. Just staring at him, Ryan starts to clam down, a little.
Ryan
Now I'm seeing things… Maybe I did need those stitches. Oh god, this isn't real. Nurse! Nurse! I need you, quickly! I need those stitches before I lose my mind!
Man-dog
Hey! Are you crazy or stupid? Calling the nurse like that, are you an idiot? If they find me in here, they'll kick me out, boom. Out on the streets like a damn mutt! Do you want that?
Ryan's eyes open as wide as possible, he stutters
Ryan
Na, no. No.
Man-dog
They don't allow dogs in here; they're K-9 racist. So shut up so I can stay.
Ryan
Oh god…This isn't happening.
Man-dog
Of course it is. Where are my manners? I'm sorry I scared you, I'm Clyde.
Ryan
…Clyde? And you're a dog?
Clyde
Uh, duh. What are you blind?
Ryan is still freaking out; you can tell he is very shaken up by this whole situation.
Clyde
Fuck man, have a seat, relax a little. I don't bite.
Ryan walks to the bench and sits down slowly, never breaking eye contact with Clyde.
Ryan
I don't get it?
Clyde
What don't you get Ryan?
Ryan
If you're a dog then why are you standing up?
Clyde
Well, you're a human, why are you sitting down? And uh, you should probably…
He points to Ryan's forehead which is now uncovered and bleeding lightly again. Ryan feels for the gauze which is no longer there and then looks and sees it, sticking to the door where he banged his head.
Ryan
Oh what the fuck.
Ryan gets up and runs to get the gauze off of the door. He places it back on his forehead.
Clyde
Uh… Gross.
Ryan goes and sits back down, now a little more calmly
Ryan
Gross? You drink out of the toilet!
Clyde
Lies! That’s a stereotype. I would never, with all the things you humans do…I barely like drinking out of your cups.
Ryan
I need to ask you something so I can stop freaking out, because you see like a pretty cool…um, thing.
Clyde
Go ahead.
Ryan
Why do you look like a…
Clyde
A what, Ryan?
Ryan
A human…?
Before Ryan can even exhale from the word he just spoke, Clyde leaps across the room and grabs Ryan, who is sitting down, by the neck. Ryan begins to lose his color and choke.
Ryan (choking)
You said *cough* you wouldn't hurt me.
Clyde
I said I don't bite. Now listen to me and listen to me good. If you EVER ask that question out loud again, I will kill you, Ryan. I will literally murder you. And when I'm done with you, I will be a good ol' Lassie and go get help for your already dead body. No one will ever know and I will be more famous, for finding you and getting help, then you ever will be. You understand?
Ryan, who is now purple, just nods, probably because that’s all he can do at this point. Clyde releases him and his color returns, along with his senses. Ryan catches his breath.
Clyde
Now, I was polite to you, where are your manners? Get your guest a drink, I'm parched.
Ryan
Uh, I don't have anything besides Gatorade and beer.
Clyde
What am I on a diet? Don't be a pussy, toss me a cold one.
Ryan shakes his head in disbelief as he walks to a cooler and takes out two beers, he throws one to Clyde who catches it between his paws. Ryan sits down again, twists and opens his beer. Clyde bites at the cap from a moment before its pops off. Ryan looks at Clyde wondering why he didn’t just twist it off. Clyde looks at Ryan and chuckles,
Clyde
Ha, thumbs.
Ryan
Right… So why did you find me?
Clyde
I don't know Ryan; you look like one of the most normal people here.
Ryan
Ha, if you say so Clyde.
Clyde just tips and licks his beer as he nods at Ryan.
Clyde
So I think we can work out a deal here, Ryan. You let me live here, beside you, as your dog. And I will be your manager.
Ryan
Uh, manager? I don't know. We already have a thing about animal managers here in WCF.
Clyde
Oh right, congrats to him too, world champ now isn't he?
Ryan
Yea, he just won it.
Clyde
Well good for him.
Ryan
Don't rub it in. So about this deal, how about this. I let you travel along with me, as long as you stay backstage, no matter what. I don't care what you do, just stay in the locker room and don't get in trouble around the arena.
Clyde
Ok, but you can't tell anyone that you see me as a human Ryan, or I really will kill you.
Ryan
Ok, I'll keep the secret, just lie low.
Clyde
Can I watch TV?
Ryan
If you want to, just don't order any porn.
Clyde
Ugh, fine. Can I be on TV with you?
Ryan
We'll see. But until I know I can trust you, you need to stay hidden around here. If Creeping Death sees you around here—
Clyde
I'll bite him!
Ryan
No!! The opposite! If he ever sees you, you're on the street and I'm in big trouble. Got it?
Clyde
Got it. Hey and you know what else what I was thinking? You need a fan base.
Ryan
A fan base? I have one.
Clyde
No I mean one with a catchy name and proud members! We could call it 'The Ryan Blation!'
Ryan
Ryan Blation?
Clyde
Yea, ya know, Ryan Blake Nation?
Ryan
Maybe I'll think about it.
Clyde
Suit yourself.
Ryan
So do we have a deal or what?
Clyde
I don't know, do we?
Clyde extends his paw to Ryan and Ryan shakes it.
Ryan
Wait, do I…?
Clyde
Give me a treat for shaking your hand? No.
Ryan
Ok, good. I'll have to go get some food for you at some point. You must be starving! When was the last time you ate?
Clyde
Like thirty minutes ago, but I've just been stealing it basically. All I've been eating lately is table food, it give me gas.
Ryan
Oh man, is that what that smell was earlier?
Clyde
Out in the hallway?
Ryan
Yes!
Clyde
Yea, sorry… I couldn't hold it!
Ryan
You gotta work on that.
Clyde
Hey! Would you have rather me done it in here!?
Ryan
Oh god, no!
They laugh.
-End Part II
Part III
When: Saturday (5 days later)
Where: Backstage, the interview area
The scene opens to Ryan Blake and Hank Brown standing side by side.
Hank
Hello ladies and gentlemen, I'm here tonight with the official interview with Ryan Blake! Hi Ryan, how are you? I talked to you earlier in the week and you told me that this time you aren't playing any games. You also told me that this week Kaylyn James Evans, the Perfect Ten, will be the perfect one, two, three. Do you still feel that way?
Ryan is about to answer when he looks off the set and sees Clyde standing there, watching him. His eyes widen, nervous, he continues.
Ryan
Yes, Hank I do still feel that way.
Clyde yells to Ryan,
Clyde
Ryan! Hey Ryan! Tell him about your new manager.
Ryan swallows hard and turns to Clyde
Ryan
Shut up!
Hank
Who are you talking to Ryan?
Hank turns and sees Clyde sitting there watching them.
Hank
Is that your?—
Ryan
No, no, that’s nothing.
Ryan turns Hank back at the camera. But Hank turns back to Clyde.
Clyde
Uh? Bark. Bark, Bark. Woof?
Hank turns back to the camera.
Clyde
Ryan tell him that you're gonna beat Kaylyn like the sham wow guy beats hookers!
Ryan
No, I'm not gonna say that!
Hank turns to Clyde again
Hank
Say what?
Ryan
Nothing! Next question, Hank.
Hank
Ok Ryan, well what about Russle Morris, your other opponent this week?
Ryan
Well, I don't see Russle as a threat at all in anyway, I've never been in the ring with him and I don't plan on being the ring with him again after this. I am above and beyond his league; he has no chance this week.
Hank
Why's that?
Ryan
Because the guy is a poser! He is ridiculous, he goes off and rambles about nothing and beats up people like it's going to prove something? Well it doesn't.
Clyde
You tell em' Ryan!
Ryan
Everyone here in WCF seems to think that just because I lost a match or two that I have no talent. Are you kidding me? I am obviously very talented considering the fact that more than half of my matches here in WCF have been title matches. Yea, that's right, more that half. Three out of five to be exact, but after this week that won’t matter because the gold will finally be in my hands! Do you know that feeling deep inside where you just feel that little push coming, Hank? You try and try and try and then when you finally get it, it just feels so good. That's how I am going to feel come this Monday night. Everyone knows that I've said I won't lose and then I do before. But this time is different I can feel it. My time is here. It's my turn, I've waited patiently and now it's all going to pay off! When I get in the ring this week, it's game on. I will stop at nothing until I have that gold around my waist. Nothing will stop me, no man or woman. My opponents might have thought that I was lying low this week but I wasn't, I was just training. Any real wrestler knows that physical and mental training are important to maintain. I will be the one leaving victorious at the end of this match, with the WCF Television Title belt around my waist, arms raised high.
Hank
Ryan you seem confident as always, so let me just ask you one last question.
Ryan
Go ahead Hank, I got all night.
Hank
Ok, well you saw what Russle did to that man, Nicky the other day, what makes you think he won't be able to do that to you or Kaylyn?
Ryan
Ha. Like I said Hank, just because he can beat up some random man doesn't mean he can beat up a trained professional wrestler like myself. I will rip him limb from limb in that ring if I have to. I am leaving with that gold. He's supposed to be so damn magnificent but I just see him as another pathetic excuse for a human being. He's just a youngin' anyway, the kid's stupid young. I think he's like twelve or thirteen. And that’s coming from me, one of the youngest in the business. Then he claims to have all this damn money, but where the fuck did he get it all Hank? He's married to some chick, and he's supposedly rich as hell. Well first off, I don’t even know if he's old enough to be married. And second he probably got all his money from his parents. He's just another spoiled little brat kid that will learn his lesson, not to fuck with people like me, the hard way. A couple people told me I should watch out for your finisher. Ha. What a joke, anyone can perform a suplex. You're just so untalented, that’s the only move you can manage to do to your opponent. As a matter of fact, I hope you're watching this Russle because at the end of our match, the only thing that will be "finishing" is me "busting" from your wife's "brain". That whore.
Clyde
Good one Ryan! I get it; it's funny because his finisher is a "brain buster"!
Ryan rolls his eyes at Clyde.
Ryan
And apparently, he seemed to have forgotten that this is the Television title, so he jumps the gun and gets all ahead of himself and goes on talking more shit. But that's ok, there is still more to come. He dares tell me that I'm a Mexican jumping bean? Are you kidding me? What a joke. Just the sound of his voice makes me want to slap his silly ass across the room. I'm an Italian-American. I'm from New Jersey for god sakes, what else would I be? If anyone's a Mexican it's him Hank. Speedy Gonzales over here must be using his money to buy speed because Jesus Christ he has the attention span of a five year old. Then he goes off and has the nerve to say that it will be epic and call it a damn catchphrase? I'm a hero, not a fucking super-hero. It's a motto, I live by it. My whole life is epic. You'll see what I mean when you step in the ring with me. Your idiot ass will probably ruin the rating so thank god I'm in the match to save it. I just hope that the champ is prepared too because if she knocks me down, which she won't but just persay, and Russle gets the upper hand on her, which he won’t but just persay, then this whole business will be fucked! He will ruin the title, the ratings and the business all in one night. Could you image the horror? That's why it's important that I win this match, so I can be the hero I am and save this title, and save WCF!
Hank
Well Ryan, that’s a good point made I suppose. But that’s all the time we have. I want to thank you for the interview and wish you luck in your match.
The scene fades.
Part IV
When: Unknown, Sometime between Saturday and Monday.
Where: The dark room.
Inner thoughts
"There’s something in your heart, and in your eyes. It’s the fire inside you and you have to just let it burn. In the tradition of these legendary sports pros as far as I can see I made it to the threshold. Lord knows I waited for this all my lifetime and I’m an icon when I let my light shine. It shines bright, as an example of a champion. I'm taking the advantage never copping out or canceling. Burn like a chariot, learn how to carry it, I'm a maverick, always above and beyond average. It's all fuel to the flame that I train with and travel with. Something in my eyes says I’m so close to having the prize and that's when I realized I’m supposed to reach for the sky. Never let somebody try to tell you otherwise. Just let the flame burn higher. I never showed signs of fatigue or turn tired. Because I’m the definition of tragedy turned triumph. It’s David and Goliath; I made it to the eye of the storm. I'm feeling tore because they fed me to the lion. Before time start to wind down like the Mayans I'll show them how I got the grind down like a science. It sounds like a riot on hush it’s so quiet, the only thing I hear is my heart. I’m inspired by the challenge that I find myself standing eye-to-eye with. To move like a wise warrior and not a coward. You can’t escape the history you were meant to make. That’s why the highest victory is what I’m meant to take. You came to celebrate and I came to cerebrate but I hate losing so I refuse to make the same mistake."
The scene now opens to the same dark room Ryan visited last week. It is a very dark room besides a small light shining from above. There is nothing but an old wooden chair in the room. Ryan enters the room and sits in the chair. He right away begins to speak this time.
Ryan
God, it feels good to get away from Clyde that dog won't shut up. Anyway, hello lades and gentlemen. I know what you're thinking, 'Ryan, why are you back in this room? You were in here last week.' And yes, I know I was here last week. But I liked what I did here last week. This is a place I can come away from all of the media, besides you guys, and just…vent. Let out my thoughts and not have to watch what I say. So on that note I'm here to talk about my match this week and my opponents. There is a fire inside me and people like Kaylyn and Russle just fuel it. Let's start off with our other challenger, shall we? Russle Morris, Russle, Russle, Russle. Tisk Tisk buddy. You have no fucking clue who you're messing with. This is the part where, you sit down, shut up and listen. This is the part where I make my points and make you realize that you have no chance. First off, like I've said, Just because you are rich and beat up some random ass guy, does not mean you can handle me in the ring. Nor does it mean you have any right to the title. I am a trained, wrestling machine. And I will not allow you to beat me, you will fall to the causality as well Kaylyn James Evans. I'll give a quick tip here; make really good friends with that mat, because at the end of our match, you'll be sleeping on it. You think just because I'm not a three hundred pound fat ass like you that I can beat you? Don’t make me laugh. You're just a piece of white trash trying to act rich. You're from Texas right? That place is discussing, now I understand why you are the way you are. You say that you're a 'modern day classic'? More like a modern day fatty! When you said you're hungry for the gold you must have been talking about Twinkies. You're a joke, you're pathetic! How about you just don't show up to the match at all? I mean, there's no point really, I'll just roll you out of the ring anyway. The only title you'll be receiving is the douche bag of the year. Go back to RV and do some sit ups.
Moving on to the champion,
Kaylyn James Evans is such a bitch normally; she's actually nicer on her period. Don't you dare give me that sour attitude this week or I'll beat you like you were married to OJ. You're nothing to me, no longer a threat at this point. You're a twig and if you get in my way this week, I will snap you in half over my knee. You claim to be this super bad girl, and all hardcore or what ever, I think you should just stick to modeling, that seems to be what you do best anyway. If you want to see hardcore then go and watch mine and Baines match again, now that was hardcore, not painting our fingernails. You say that you've been trained by the best and claim all this shit, but you never tell anyone who trained you? Really..? What is it, top secret or something? Well then again, with you it's probably more like Victoria Secret. I'm not afraid to say anything. I trained in Boston for two full years straight, everyday. With who? Odin. Yes, the same Odin, the current WCF world champion. If you don't believe me, go ask him, he'll tell you. You don't know a thing about my full potential. You haven’t seen it yet, no one has. And when it does show, people will hate it. I'm used to the hate though. Hatred is one thing but jealously is different. And that's what I'll be dealing with soon enough when I'm champion. This time I'm not messing around. I'm not taking my eye off you and I'm not going to lose to you, ever again. I know you too well now. When I'm done with you, and I'm champion, I'm going to kick your pretty little ass out of the ring and into the kitchen where you belong. I'll send you crying to your mommy all the way back in Tennessee. If you think you're gonna keep your title after this match, I'm sorry but, you thought wrong. But now that I think about it, if you want to keep the title so bad you could just go give Creeping Death another blowjob and he'll probably ban me from the title forever. Ha, I just hope you're good and ready. Get prepared, and oh bring the marshmallows, because this week in the ring I will be on fire. Sorry for the corny metaphor but it's the truth.
I honestly think that you have given the television title a bad name Kaylyn. You moved it lower in the rankings because you allow yourself too much slack. You need to tighten up your reigns if you plan on leaving champion this week. But you could never do that, because you're not strong enough, mentally. You need something called will power; it's a trait you don't have much of. You talk the talk and you even walk the walk, but in reality, it's all just a show. We all know that you can do much better that you do. It's the choice you make that effects you so much. You do good, but you never do your best. I was told as a kid, to hard, but never try your best because if you try your best, your best won't be good enough. I never understood it as a child but I do now. And I disagree. It's a common mistake everyone makes. They give their ninety nine percent and when they fail they wonder why. Well not me, I refuse to lose. When I'm in the ring this week I will be giving my all, my one hundred percent, and nothing less. And once I'm champion, I will continue to do so. I once again will promise the fans one hell of a show. And I will also promise that when I become champion, I will never back down, and I will never leave one on the table. Fear not WCF, The Hero is here to save the Television title, and it will be epic!
Ryan gets up and leaves the room. The scene fades to black.
Rp # 1
vs. Kaylyn James Evans
vs. Russle Morris
For WCF TV Title
Part I
When: After last weeks hardcore match, during the final minutes of the main event.
Where: Backstage, the locker room area.
Inner Thoughts
"Leave it up to me and I will be the one here to see that you stand still, everyone sees your eyes getting wider. Everyone here believes you're a liar, don't worry because it's not broken, it's just swollen. It's obvious that you bore me, but I'm not worried because it's five minutes, of my glory."
The scene opens to Blake wobbling to his seat backstage, a bloody, sweaty mess. He sits on a chair and sips on his Gatorade. Hank Brown now approaches him with a microphone. A nurse follows behind Hank, trying to get to Ryan before he practically bleeds to death.
Hank
Hey there Ryan, are you ok to speak with me for a second?
Ryan nods and signals Hank closer as he continues to guzzle his Gatorade.
Hank
Well Ryan, let me be the first to tell you: Holy shit what a match! That was insane, I just talked the Philip Baines a few moments ago and now I wanted to ask you what did you think of Baines and the match?
Ryan
Man, indeed, that was insane. He wrestled one hell of a match, but I still hate that guy. I really thought that I had him for sure, but I guess I was wrong. But to be honest, now that it's done and in the past, I kind of feel good about it. That match will go down in history, I mean, chairs, barbed wire, staples, steel steps, trashcans, flaming tables, two by fours and the blood…all the blood. Although I lost, that match was well, epic!
The nurse takes out a set of stitches, preparing to fix up Ryan's forehead which at the moment, looks like a bowl of chunky salsa. She whips his forehead with an anti-bacterial whip. Ryan yells and cusses at her as the burn increases more and more, the more she cleans the open gash. She lifts the stitches; Ryan leans back, away from the stitches.
Ryan
Get the fuck out of here! I don't need stitches, I'm fine!
The nurse tries to reason with him,
Nurse
But Mr. Blake it could easily get infected, it's and open cut. My job requires me—
Ryan
I don't care, Ryan Blake is a fucking wolverine, I heal faster than Chuck Norris. Please, continue Hank.
Hank
Well Ryan you sure did put on a show for the fans like you said you would.
Ryan
I don’t break my promises Hank.
Hank
Yes, we know that now. That match was something no one wanted to miss. And you are obviously getting the attention of the right people Ryan, you’ve been working very hard, and giving it your all lately haven’t you?
Ryan
Of course I have Hank, I always try my best in the ring.
Hank
Well I guess it pays off. Next week’s matches were just posted on WCF.com just a moment ago and you have another Television Title shot this week against Kaylyn James Evans and Russle Morris.
Ryan
Holy shit, are you serious!? I mean… of course I know that, Ryan Blake is just gold material.
Hank
Yea, it’s a triple threat match this time, what do you think of that?
Ryan
I think that I won’t fuck it up this time. This time, I’m not playing around. I know Kaylyn’s weaknesses now, I learned a lot about her last time I was in the ring with her. But first she's gonna go and have sexy with Roy's little girlfriend there, just to get everyone all hyped up for the match. The chick is so desperate for attention it's just plain, disgusting. But that doesn't mean she's better than me in anyway. I will, truly, destroy both Kaylyn and Russle this week! Last time we met in the ring I might have underestimated her a bit. But not this time, if anything, I'll overestimate her this time! I will take that pretty little face of hers and plant it into the ring this week, I swear it. Hank, I have to go now, I need to go to my locker room. But don't worry; I will talk to you again before the match. Just note this. This week, 'the perfect ten' will be the perfect one, two, three!
Hank
Ok, Ryan no problem. I will be sure to get an official interview with you later this week, thank you for having this talk with me.
Ryan gets up and pats his cut with a facecloth the nurse had given him. He looks at Hank and nods goodbye as he walks away. Hank now just looks at the camera until the scene fades to black.
Part II
When: About an hour later.
Where: Backstage, In Ryan Blake's locker room.
Scene: "Off Camera" (Character Development)
Ryan enters his locker room backstage; he turns the light on, steps in and then closes the door behind him. He walks to the small bathroom across the room. He opens a cabinet and takes out an antibacterial sanitizer and some gauze. He the grabs the facecloth which is already on his forehead, pour the antibacterial on it, and places it back on his head. He makes a fist and shouts,
Ryan
Ah, fuck! That’s a bitch! Jeez…
He lifts the rag and replaces it with the gauze. He puts his things back in the cabinet then walks out of the bathroom. Suddenly Ryan hears a noise that starts as a small whisper but then gradually gets louder. It's a voice. Ryan looks around the room and hears it again. He can't make out what the person is saying, where they are, or even who they are. But he can hear them. He then notices that the door he had closed just a moment ago was open a crack. But instead of worrying he just closes the door and sits down. A moment or two pass by before he hears it again, now much clearer.
Voice
Pssst…Ryan.
Psssssst, Ryan…over here bruh.
Ryan
What the hell? I'm going crazy; I think I just need some sleep.
He looks over at his gym bag again, he sees the medical card the nurse gave him next to the bag. He walks to it and picks it up, it reads,
'May experience fatigue, dizziness, or head aches do to minor concussion.'
Ryan
That’s gotta be it, I'm just hearing things.
Voice
Ryan Blake…? Is that you, douche bag…?
Ryan turns around quickly, the voice is now very clear and he can hear it coming from behind him. He runs to the door which is open a crack, after he had already closed it twice. He peeks his head outside the door and looks to his left and his right.
Ryan
Hello? Ugh, it smells like shit out here!
He waves at his nose, but now hears nothing; he closes the door for a third time. Once closed, he bangs his head lightly against the door in a 'Fuck My Life' type motion. He sighs deeply and then turns around.
Ryan
AHHHHHH!
Ryan screams like….well, a bitch. But who wouldn't? When Ryan turns around he sees a full grown man, standing in the center of his locker room, dressed in a one piece dog suit. Just staring at him, Ryan starts to clam down, a little.
Ryan
Now I'm seeing things… Maybe I did need those stitches. Oh god, this isn't real. Nurse! Nurse! I need you, quickly! I need those stitches before I lose my mind!
Man-dog
Hey! Are you crazy or stupid? Calling the nurse like that, are you an idiot? If they find me in here, they'll kick me out, boom. Out on the streets like a damn mutt! Do you want that?
Ryan's eyes open as wide as possible, he stutters
Ryan
Na, no. No.
Man-dog
They don't allow dogs in here; they're K-9 racist. So shut up so I can stay.
Ryan
Oh god…This isn't happening.
Man-dog
Of course it is. Where are my manners? I'm sorry I scared you, I'm Clyde.
Ryan
…Clyde? And you're a dog?
Clyde
Uh, duh. What are you blind?
Ryan is still freaking out; you can tell he is very shaken up by this whole situation.
Clyde
Fuck man, have a seat, relax a little. I don't bite.
Ryan walks to the bench and sits down slowly, never breaking eye contact with Clyde.
Ryan
I don't get it?
Clyde
What don't you get Ryan?
Ryan
If you're a dog then why are you standing up?
Clyde
Well, you're a human, why are you sitting down? And uh, you should probably…
He points to Ryan's forehead which is now uncovered and bleeding lightly again. Ryan feels for the gauze which is no longer there and then looks and sees it, sticking to the door where he banged his head.
Ryan
Oh what the fuck.
Ryan gets up and runs to get the gauze off of the door. He places it back on his forehead.
Clyde
Uh… Gross.
Ryan goes and sits back down, now a little more calmly
Ryan
Gross? You drink out of the toilet!
Clyde
Lies! That’s a stereotype. I would never, with all the things you humans do…I barely like drinking out of your cups.
Ryan
I need to ask you something so I can stop freaking out, because you see like a pretty cool…um, thing.
Clyde
Go ahead.
Ryan
Why do you look like a…
Clyde
A what, Ryan?
Ryan
A human…?
Before Ryan can even exhale from the word he just spoke, Clyde leaps across the room and grabs Ryan, who is sitting down, by the neck. Ryan begins to lose his color and choke.
Ryan (choking)
You said *cough* you wouldn't hurt me.
Clyde
I said I don't bite. Now listen to me and listen to me good. If you EVER ask that question out loud again, I will kill you, Ryan. I will literally murder you. And when I'm done with you, I will be a good ol' Lassie and go get help for your already dead body. No one will ever know and I will be more famous, for finding you and getting help, then you ever will be. You understand?
Ryan, who is now purple, just nods, probably because that’s all he can do at this point. Clyde releases him and his color returns, along with his senses. Ryan catches his breath.
Clyde
Now, I was polite to you, where are your manners? Get your guest a drink, I'm parched.
Ryan
Uh, I don't have anything besides Gatorade and beer.
Clyde
What am I on a diet? Don't be a pussy, toss me a cold one.
Ryan shakes his head in disbelief as he walks to a cooler and takes out two beers, he throws one to Clyde who catches it between his paws. Ryan sits down again, twists and opens his beer. Clyde bites at the cap from a moment before its pops off. Ryan looks at Clyde wondering why he didn’t just twist it off. Clyde looks at Ryan and chuckles,
Clyde
Ha, thumbs.
Ryan
Right… So why did you find me?
Clyde
I don't know Ryan; you look like one of the most normal people here.
Ryan
Ha, if you say so Clyde.
Clyde just tips and licks his beer as he nods at Ryan.
Clyde
So I think we can work out a deal here, Ryan. You let me live here, beside you, as your dog. And I will be your manager.
Ryan
Uh, manager? I don't know. We already have a thing about animal managers here in WCF.
Clyde
Oh right, congrats to him too, world champ now isn't he?
Ryan
Yea, he just won it.
Clyde
Well good for him.
Ryan
Don't rub it in. So about this deal, how about this. I let you travel along with me, as long as you stay backstage, no matter what. I don't care what you do, just stay in the locker room and don't get in trouble around the arena.
Clyde
Ok, but you can't tell anyone that you see me as a human Ryan, or I really will kill you.
Ryan
Ok, I'll keep the secret, just lie low.
Clyde
Can I watch TV?
Ryan
If you want to, just don't order any porn.
Clyde
Ugh, fine. Can I be on TV with you?
Ryan
We'll see. But until I know I can trust you, you need to stay hidden around here. If Creeping Death sees you around here—
Clyde
I'll bite him!
Ryan
No!! The opposite! If he ever sees you, you're on the street and I'm in big trouble. Got it?
Clyde
Got it. Hey and you know what else what I was thinking? You need a fan base.
Ryan
A fan base? I have one.
Clyde
No I mean one with a catchy name and proud members! We could call it 'The Ryan Blation!'
Ryan
Ryan Blation?
Clyde
Yea, ya know, Ryan Blake Nation?
Ryan
Maybe I'll think about it.
Clyde
Suit yourself.
Ryan
So do we have a deal or what?
Clyde
I don't know, do we?
Clyde extends his paw to Ryan and Ryan shakes it.
Ryan
Wait, do I…?
Clyde
Give me a treat for shaking your hand? No.
Ryan
Ok, good. I'll have to go get some food for you at some point. You must be starving! When was the last time you ate?
Clyde
Like thirty minutes ago, but I've just been stealing it basically. All I've been eating lately is table food, it give me gas.
Ryan
Oh man, is that what that smell was earlier?
Clyde
Out in the hallway?
Ryan
Yes!
Clyde
Yea, sorry… I couldn't hold it!
Ryan
You gotta work on that.
Clyde
Hey! Would you have rather me done it in here!?
Ryan
Oh god, no!
They laugh.
-End Part II
Part III
When: Saturday (5 days later)
Where: Backstage, the interview area
The scene opens to Ryan Blake and Hank Brown standing side by side.
Hank
Hello ladies and gentlemen, I'm here tonight with the official interview with Ryan Blake! Hi Ryan, how are you? I talked to you earlier in the week and you told me that this time you aren't playing any games. You also told me that this week Kaylyn James Evans, the Perfect Ten, will be the perfect one, two, three. Do you still feel that way?
Ryan is about to answer when he looks off the set and sees Clyde standing there, watching him. His eyes widen, nervous, he continues.
Ryan
Yes, Hank I do still feel that way.
Clyde yells to Ryan,
Clyde
Ryan! Hey Ryan! Tell him about your new manager.
Ryan swallows hard and turns to Clyde
Ryan
Shut up!
Hank
Who are you talking to Ryan?
Hank turns and sees Clyde sitting there watching them.
Hank
Is that your?—
Ryan
No, no, that’s nothing.
Ryan turns Hank back at the camera. But Hank turns back to Clyde.
Clyde
Uh? Bark. Bark, Bark. Woof?
Hank turns back to the camera.
Clyde
Ryan tell him that you're gonna beat Kaylyn like the sham wow guy beats hookers!
Ryan
No, I'm not gonna say that!
Hank turns to Clyde again
Hank
Say what?
Ryan
Nothing! Next question, Hank.
Hank
Ok Ryan, well what about Russle Morris, your other opponent this week?
Ryan
Well, I don't see Russle as a threat at all in anyway, I've never been in the ring with him and I don't plan on being the ring with him again after this. I am above and beyond his league; he has no chance this week.
Hank
Why's that?
Ryan
Because the guy is a poser! He is ridiculous, he goes off and rambles about nothing and beats up people like it's going to prove something? Well it doesn't.
Clyde
You tell em' Ryan!
Ryan
Everyone here in WCF seems to think that just because I lost a match or two that I have no talent. Are you kidding me? I am obviously very talented considering the fact that more than half of my matches here in WCF have been title matches. Yea, that's right, more that half. Three out of five to be exact, but after this week that won’t matter because the gold will finally be in my hands! Do you know that feeling deep inside where you just feel that little push coming, Hank? You try and try and try and then when you finally get it, it just feels so good. That's how I am going to feel come this Monday night. Everyone knows that I've said I won't lose and then I do before. But this time is different I can feel it. My time is here. It's my turn, I've waited patiently and now it's all going to pay off! When I get in the ring this week, it's game on. I will stop at nothing until I have that gold around my waist. Nothing will stop me, no man or woman. My opponents might have thought that I was lying low this week but I wasn't, I was just training. Any real wrestler knows that physical and mental training are important to maintain. I will be the one leaving victorious at the end of this match, with the WCF Television Title belt around my waist, arms raised high.
Hank
Ryan you seem confident as always, so let me just ask you one last question.
Ryan
Go ahead Hank, I got all night.
Hank
Ok, well you saw what Russle did to that man, Nicky the other day, what makes you think he won't be able to do that to you or Kaylyn?
Ryan
Ha. Like I said Hank, just because he can beat up some random man doesn't mean he can beat up a trained professional wrestler like myself. I will rip him limb from limb in that ring if I have to. I am leaving with that gold. He's supposed to be so damn magnificent but I just see him as another pathetic excuse for a human being. He's just a youngin' anyway, the kid's stupid young. I think he's like twelve or thirteen. And that’s coming from me, one of the youngest in the business. Then he claims to have all this damn money, but where the fuck did he get it all Hank? He's married to some chick, and he's supposedly rich as hell. Well first off, I don’t even know if he's old enough to be married. And second he probably got all his money from his parents. He's just another spoiled little brat kid that will learn his lesson, not to fuck with people like me, the hard way. A couple people told me I should watch out for your finisher. Ha. What a joke, anyone can perform a suplex. You're just so untalented, that’s the only move you can manage to do to your opponent. As a matter of fact, I hope you're watching this Russle because at the end of our match, the only thing that will be "finishing" is me "busting" from your wife's "brain". That whore.
Clyde
Good one Ryan! I get it; it's funny because his finisher is a "brain buster"!
Ryan rolls his eyes at Clyde.
Ryan
And apparently, he seemed to have forgotten that this is the Television title, so he jumps the gun and gets all ahead of himself and goes on talking more shit. But that's ok, there is still more to come. He dares tell me that I'm a Mexican jumping bean? Are you kidding me? What a joke. Just the sound of his voice makes me want to slap his silly ass across the room. I'm an Italian-American. I'm from New Jersey for god sakes, what else would I be? If anyone's a Mexican it's him Hank. Speedy Gonzales over here must be using his money to buy speed because Jesus Christ he has the attention span of a five year old. Then he goes off and has the nerve to say that it will be epic and call it a damn catchphrase? I'm a hero, not a fucking super-hero. It's a motto, I live by it. My whole life is epic. You'll see what I mean when you step in the ring with me. Your idiot ass will probably ruin the rating so thank god I'm in the match to save it. I just hope that the champ is prepared too because if she knocks me down, which she won't but just persay, and Russle gets the upper hand on her, which he won’t but just persay, then this whole business will be fucked! He will ruin the title, the ratings and the business all in one night. Could you image the horror? That's why it's important that I win this match, so I can be the hero I am and save this title, and save WCF!
Hank
Well Ryan, that’s a good point made I suppose. But that’s all the time we have. I want to thank you for the interview and wish you luck in your match.
The scene fades.
Part IV
When: Unknown, Sometime between Saturday and Monday.
Where: The dark room.
Inner thoughts
"There’s something in your heart, and in your eyes. It’s the fire inside you and you have to just let it burn. In the tradition of these legendary sports pros as far as I can see I made it to the threshold. Lord knows I waited for this all my lifetime and I’m an icon when I let my light shine. It shines bright, as an example of a champion. I'm taking the advantage never copping out or canceling. Burn like a chariot, learn how to carry it, I'm a maverick, always above and beyond average. It's all fuel to the flame that I train with and travel with. Something in my eyes says I’m so close to having the prize and that's when I realized I’m supposed to reach for the sky. Never let somebody try to tell you otherwise. Just let the flame burn higher. I never showed signs of fatigue or turn tired. Because I’m the definition of tragedy turned triumph. It’s David and Goliath; I made it to the eye of the storm. I'm feeling tore because they fed me to the lion. Before time start to wind down like the Mayans I'll show them how I got the grind down like a science. It sounds like a riot on hush it’s so quiet, the only thing I hear is my heart. I’m inspired by the challenge that I find myself standing eye-to-eye with. To move like a wise warrior and not a coward. You can’t escape the history you were meant to make. That’s why the highest victory is what I’m meant to take. You came to celebrate and I came to cerebrate but I hate losing so I refuse to make the same mistake."
The scene now opens to the same dark room Ryan visited last week. It is a very dark room besides a small light shining from above. There is nothing but an old wooden chair in the room. Ryan enters the room and sits in the chair. He right away begins to speak this time.
Ryan
God, it feels good to get away from Clyde that dog won't shut up. Anyway, hello lades and gentlemen. I know what you're thinking, 'Ryan, why are you back in this room? You were in here last week.' And yes, I know I was here last week. But I liked what I did here last week. This is a place I can come away from all of the media, besides you guys, and just…vent. Let out my thoughts and not have to watch what I say. So on that note I'm here to talk about my match this week and my opponents. There is a fire inside me and people like Kaylyn and Russle just fuel it. Let's start off with our other challenger, shall we? Russle Morris, Russle, Russle, Russle. Tisk Tisk buddy. You have no fucking clue who you're messing with. This is the part where, you sit down, shut up and listen. This is the part where I make my points and make you realize that you have no chance. First off, like I've said, Just because you are rich and beat up some random ass guy, does not mean you can handle me in the ring. Nor does it mean you have any right to the title. I am a trained, wrestling machine. And I will not allow you to beat me, you will fall to the causality as well Kaylyn James Evans. I'll give a quick tip here; make really good friends with that mat, because at the end of our match, you'll be sleeping on it. You think just because I'm not a three hundred pound fat ass like you that I can beat you? Don’t make me laugh. You're just a piece of white trash trying to act rich. You're from Texas right? That place is discussing, now I understand why you are the way you are. You say that you're a 'modern day classic'? More like a modern day fatty! When you said you're hungry for the gold you must have been talking about Twinkies. You're a joke, you're pathetic! How about you just don't show up to the match at all? I mean, there's no point really, I'll just roll you out of the ring anyway. The only title you'll be receiving is the douche bag of the year. Go back to RV and do some sit ups.
Moving on to the champion,
Kaylyn James Evans is such a bitch normally; she's actually nicer on her period. Don't you dare give me that sour attitude this week or I'll beat you like you were married to OJ. You're nothing to me, no longer a threat at this point. You're a twig and if you get in my way this week, I will snap you in half over my knee. You claim to be this super bad girl, and all hardcore or what ever, I think you should just stick to modeling, that seems to be what you do best anyway. If you want to see hardcore then go and watch mine and Baines match again, now that was hardcore, not painting our fingernails. You say that you've been trained by the best and claim all this shit, but you never tell anyone who trained you? Really..? What is it, top secret or something? Well then again, with you it's probably more like Victoria Secret. I'm not afraid to say anything. I trained in Boston for two full years straight, everyday. With who? Odin. Yes, the same Odin, the current WCF world champion. If you don't believe me, go ask him, he'll tell you. You don't know a thing about my full potential. You haven’t seen it yet, no one has. And when it does show, people will hate it. I'm used to the hate though. Hatred is one thing but jealously is different. And that's what I'll be dealing with soon enough when I'm champion. This time I'm not messing around. I'm not taking my eye off you and I'm not going to lose to you, ever again. I know you too well now. When I'm done with you, and I'm champion, I'm going to kick your pretty little ass out of the ring and into the kitchen where you belong. I'll send you crying to your mommy all the way back in Tennessee. If you think you're gonna keep your title after this match, I'm sorry but, you thought wrong. But now that I think about it, if you want to keep the title so bad you could just go give Creeping Death another blowjob and he'll probably ban me from the title forever. Ha, I just hope you're good and ready. Get prepared, and oh bring the marshmallows, because this week in the ring I will be on fire. Sorry for the corny metaphor but it's the truth.
I honestly think that you have given the television title a bad name Kaylyn. You moved it lower in the rankings because you allow yourself too much slack. You need to tighten up your reigns if you plan on leaving champion this week. But you could never do that, because you're not strong enough, mentally. You need something called will power; it's a trait you don't have much of. You talk the talk and you even walk the walk, but in reality, it's all just a show. We all know that you can do much better that you do. It's the choice you make that effects you so much. You do good, but you never do your best. I was told as a kid, to hard, but never try your best because if you try your best, your best won't be good enough. I never understood it as a child but I do now. And I disagree. It's a common mistake everyone makes. They give their ninety nine percent and when they fail they wonder why. Well not me, I refuse to lose. When I'm in the ring this week I will be giving my all, my one hundred percent, and nothing less. And once I'm champion, I will continue to do so. I once again will promise the fans one hell of a show. And I will also promise that when I become champion, I will never back down, and I will never leave one on the table. Fear not WCF, The Hero is here to save the Television title, and it will be epic!
Ryan gets up and leaves the room. The scene fades to black.
