Post by Ryan Blake on Aug 22, 2011 16:49:52 GMT -5
Ryan Blake
RP #2
vs Doc Henry
"I think they call this, um, venting.
This is me, still the same. It all comes spilling out like I hit a vein. What's up Odin, what's up Phil, I hope you know you're the reasons I have fun still. Fans think that we all share on bill, equal opportunity wrestling? That shit is unreal. Thats not how it works, just not how it goes. I always share my thoughts, this is a person knows. Every time I try, it opens up my eyes, these pieces are a chance to be remembered and reprised. I will be performing as long as I'm alive, so every word I utter will truly be mine. Dont believe the lies, look me in my eyes. Please dont be scared of me. I remember you, the feelings are not new. Dont take this the wrong way but, I never cried when mom died, but I probably will when Odin does. And if my tears hold value then I will drop one for every single thing he taught me, I'd be standing in a puddle. I try to stay away from people who can get me in trouble. I'm gonna keep it honest I'm so tired of being suddle. Staring at the members of my team, who get questioned about their goals like a million dollar scheme. I hope people realize this shit ain't what it seems. You're the reason for a lot of my devotion, I only spend money because spending time is hopeless. And no I pop bottles because I bottle my emotions, At least I put it all in the open. Fuck all of you, we ignore feelings here, premature millionaires welcome to the realest years. I swear, we're gonna kill it. I should be on top of the world, just chilling there. But it's funny having fans. They'll find you before anyone else has the chance. They build you up so you can be the biggest thing, but then you realize when you get there, the shit don't feel the same. Now security follows me everywhere so I never actually am alone I just always feel alone. I think I'm scared of what the future holds. I was wishing for some things but now I'm used to them. Every girl I meet thinks I'm fucking groupie hoes. I guess my honesty has left me too exposed. All my old friends think I got a new crowd, and people now seem to notice every time I do smile. I hope this isn't one of those forever things,
its funny how fame can change everything."
The scene opens to Ryan Blake sitting in a chair, licking a big ice cream cone filled with chocolate ice cream. He smiles,
Ryan
Hey everyone, how's it going? I don't care. So big ol' Doc-a-roony thinks his bad still? Darn. I thought we finally shut him the fuck up. But no, here he is again.
"nigger, faggots, bitches, cock, cracker ass?, butt-smuggling, cum-farting, I'll cut it's fucking balls off, and shove them down your throat"
All retarded words from a retarded man. Does he really realize what he says? Or does he just say words for no reason. You get on TV and you say the most discussing things possible, which makes the fans like you, and then you win the match. Is that your philosophy? Because it doesnt work. When was the last time you won a match? I mean against a real wrestler? Hm? Oh right, years ago. Oh you're good. I'm scared, I really am, I'm shaking right now. Like do you want a award or something? Douche bag of the year, nominee maybe? Give it a rest. This joke of a cowboy thinks he's going to take me to hell? Really? As if guy. The problem with you is that you cant admit that I am better than you. in every way. I've beaten you before, and so has Baines, and so has Odin many times. Whether you like it or not, I will rise. Unmistakable, uncomparable, unstoppable. Plain and simple dude. Too you, you're just like this ice cream, not half bad, but then I realize that you are past your time. And you begin to melt, you can no longer handle your dumb ass fans, your dumb ass gimmicks, your dumb ass ego or your dumb ass, recycled, outplayed, piece of shit self. How's that taste Doc? I think it taste pretty good. It's called reality and it's a bitch. I'm not afraid of you, you won't beat me and hell, even if you did who gives a shit! I'll fuck you up either way anyway. So on that note. At revenge, there will be no room for error and you will fall. I will leave the arena just like I came to the arena.
With nothing to fear and nothing to lose.
There you go, short, simple, and to the point. I'll be setting the standard.
And it will be fucking epic.
Ryan throws the melted cone in the trash and smiles as the scene fades.
RP #2
vs Doc Henry
"I think they call this, um, venting.
This is me, still the same. It all comes spilling out like I hit a vein. What's up Odin, what's up Phil, I hope you know you're the reasons I have fun still. Fans think that we all share on bill, equal opportunity wrestling? That shit is unreal. Thats not how it works, just not how it goes. I always share my thoughts, this is a person knows. Every time I try, it opens up my eyes, these pieces are a chance to be remembered and reprised. I will be performing as long as I'm alive, so every word I utter will truly be mine. Dont believe the lies, look me in my eyes. Please dont be scared of me. I remember you, the feelings are not new. Dont take this the wrong way but, I never cried when mom died, but I probably will when Odin does. And if my tears hold value then I will drop one for every single thing he taught me, I'd be standing in a puddle. I try to stay away from people who can get me in trouble. I'm gonna keep it honest I'm so tired of being suddle. Staring at the members of my team, who get questioned about their goals like a million dollar scheme. I hope people realize this shit ain't what it seems. You're the reason for a lot of my devotion, I only spend money because spending time is hopeless. And no I pop bottles because I bottle my emotions, At least I put it all in the open. Fuck all of you, we ignore feelings here, premature millionaires welcome to the realest years. I swear, we're gonna kill it. I should be on top of the world, just chilling there. But it's funny having fans. They'll find you before anyone else has the chance. They build you up so you can be the biggest thing, but then you realize when you get there, the shit don't feel the same. Now security follows me everywhere so I never actually am alone I just always feel alone. I think I'm scared of what the future holds. I was wishing for some things but now I'm used to them. Every girl I meet thinks I'm fucking groupie hoes. I guess my honesty has left me too exposed. All my old friends think I got a new crowd, and people now seem to notice every time I do smile. I hope this isn't one of those forever things,
its funny how fame can change everything."
The scene opens to Ryan Blake sitting in a chair, licking a big ice cream cone filled with chocolate ice cream. He smiles,
Ryan
Hey everyone, how's it going? I don't care. So big ol' Doc-a-roony thinks his bad still? Darn. I thought we finally shut him the fuck up. But no, here he is again.
"nigger, faggots, bitches, cock, cracker ass?, butt-smuggling, cum-farting, I'll cut it's fucking balls off, and shove them down your throat"
All retarded words from a retarded man. Does he really realize what he says? Or does he just say words for no reason. You get on TV and you say the most discussing things possible, which makes the fans like you, and then you win the match. Is that your philosophy? Because it doesnt work. When was the last time you won a match? I mean against a real wrestler? Hm? Oh right, years ago. Oh you're good. I'm scared, I really am, I'm shaking right now. Like do you want a award or something? Douche bag of the year, nominee maybe? Give it a rest. This joke of a cowboy thinks he's going to take me to hell? Really? As if guy. The problem with you is that you cant admit that I am better than you. in every way. I've beaten you before, and so has Baines, and so has Odin many times. Whether you like it or not, I will rise. Unmistakable, uncomparable, unstoppable. Plain and simple dude. Too you, you're just like this ice cream, not half bad, but then I realize that you are past your time. And you begin to melt, you can no longer handle your dumb ass fans, your dumb ass gimmicks, your dumb ass ego or your dumb ass, recycled, outplayed, piece of shit self. How's that taste Doc? I think it taste pretty good. It's called reality and it's a bitch. I'm not afraid of you, you won't beat me and hell, even if you did who gives a shit! I'll fuck you up either way anyway. So on that note. At revenge, there will be no room for error and you will fall. I will leave the arena just like I came to the arena.
With nothing to fear and nothing to lose.
There you go, short, simple, and to the point. I'll be setting the standard.
And it will be fucking epic.
Ryan throws the melted cone in the trash and smiles as the scene fades.
