Post by Ryan Blake on Oct 31, 2011 6:17:19 GMT -5
Ryan Blake vs D-Day
RP 1
The scene opens to the one and only Ryan Blake backstage with his partner Odin Balfore. Odin is sitting down on the bench next to Ryan who is getting ready for his match against D-Day. They are in mid conversation when the camera pans over to them. They are laughing and joking a little. Ryan straps on his left wrist strap as he continues to talk with Odin.
Odin: And Deruty, what’s up with this guy, he just won’t give it up huh?
Ryan: Yea he was still yapping about his damn titles and how great he is.
They laugh and Odin asks Ryan the question everyone is waiting for.
Odin: well what do you think about him? I beat him a few times, you think you can take him?
Ryan looks at Odin with a serious face. There is a long a pause then Odin starts laughing hard.
Odin: I’m just fucking with you, I know you can take him.
Ryan: Haha, I thought you were serious for a minute there. Everyone knows I have this in the bag man, hell, on wcf.com all the fans agree that I’m gonna win.
Odin: yea, I saw that.
Ryan: He’s nothing to me, not a threat at all. He just runs his mouth all day, it’s all he’s good for. He like a duck! He yaps like a duck, he looks like a duck, he fights like a duck, he stinks like a duck, he’s Donald fucking Duck!
They laugh again.
Ryan: But seriously, Deruty, tonight I’m going to show your pretty boy poser “icon” ass what it’s really like. Who the fuck do you think you are saying those things too? You think you’re a big shot? Well you’re not, all you ever do is talk about all your damn titles and how awesome you are. Well, you idiot, open your eyes, if I was here in WCF for as long as you have been I would have a lot of titles too. It’s not a talent thing, it’s a career length thing. You have no talent Deruty, you think you’re the best there is and then guys like me come along and destroy you in the ring and then you bitch about it and come up with excuses to cover your ass so you don’t look foolish in front of millions of people.
When you say the things you do you sound like a broken record. Every time you speak you say the same things, your so called gimmick is played out and sickening. You just come out here every week and ramble about practically nothing at all. I work hard at what I do, just as hard as everyone else in this business. But people like you make us look bad. For example, after Ultimate Showdown all the way until War… Where the fuck were you for those weeks, you went MIA after Odin beat your ass like the punk bitch you are. And why? Because that's all you do! You boast and brag then when you get proved wrong in the ring you disappear in embarrassment for as long as possible.
Odin hold his stomach, he falls of the bench and starts to roll from laughing so hard as Ryan keeps a serious face and keeps talking into camera at Deruty.
Ryan: You’re like one of those kids who make their dick sound bigger than everyone else's, you’re only lying to yourself! I think it’s because your so damn self-conscious. And you dare call me immature?? Seriously? Who's the Guy that isn't afraid to admit to a loss, instead of sucking the chairman’s dick until you get a rematch? If I lose, I don’t complain, I accept it and learn from my mistakes. I don't like you D-Day, hell I don't like any person like you. Because you’re a kiss ass, a poser and a fool.
Ryan stands up from the bench, Odin is still rolling and laughing, his face is very red.
Ryan: Me and Odin got it down, we're ok with what happens in the future. No man can see tomorrow today, that's why I live like tomorrow will never come. I live life to the fullest, the way its supposed to be lived. So go ahead, talk about my nickname, you have the same one you moron… Talk about my gimmick, you wish you had the originality I had… Talk about anything you want, but at the end of the day, when it’s all said and done and the smoke clears, there will only be one man standing. And that man is going to be me. And there's not a damn thing you can do about it.
Odin can still be seen laughing hard.
Odin: oh my god, oh my god, I can’t breathe…
Ryan: You get on camera and you think you're some kind of king, like a fucking God of promos. You talk about the same thing you do every week, blah blah championship, blah blah best, blah blah CD, blah blah Seth, blah blah championship. You worry so much about everyone else on the roster and defending yourself over petty shit that has nothing to do with us. So that you can just fill up your promo with dumb ass, unneeded, dramatic effects! Then in the last 30 seconds you talk shit about a guy you don't even know enough about to realize he’s going to kick your ass tonight. You really barely know me, but I know you. See I actually do my homework on my opponent each week. I know things about you not even you know! I know all your mistakes. All the flaws you've made over the last few weeks. I see it all, I'm going to drop you on the mat like a sack of potatoes. Because while you were figuring out how to make that master piece scene in your promo I was training hard with Odin here! I don't need lights to be leaking in through the fucking walls to get my point across like you do. I say what I need to say. I say what the people want to here and that's it. That's that. The end.
Exactly that is coming Deruty, the end. You’re running out of time now. You think you were sly and tried to toss in a promo on Sunday night so you could scrape up the charisma to win. You thought I would just enjoy this holiday? No, no, see Halloween is my favorite holiday, I’m happy as can be and I’m on top of my game because of it. There will be no if, and, or buts tonight. There will just be darkness and then a 1, 2, 3! Helloween is here, and whether you like the line or not, it will be fucking epic!!
Odin is still on the floor now pounding his fist while in the fetal position.
Odin: stop! Stop! Please, I can’t breathe. Oh my god… dude. I can’t stop laughing.
Odin slowly gets to his feet.
Odin: That was great, I need to get a drink so bad.
Odin walks over to the small sink in the back of the locker room, he opens the little cabinet next to it, to get a glass but instead he gets a pop out Halloween prop that jumps out at him and screams. The ghoolish skeleton prop startled him, so he steps back quickly and punches the prop hard, breaking it.
Ryan rushes over
Ryan: Dude! You broke my toy, what the fuck.
Odin chuckles,
Odin: sorry.
Ryan holds the dented piece of plastic in his hands. Odin looks at it for a long second.
Odin: kinda looks like what Reb’s gonna look like.
They both laugh as the scene slowly fades.
RP 1
The scene opens to the one and only Ryan Blake backstage with his partner Odin Balfore. Odin is sitting down on the bench next to Ryan who is getting ready for his match against D-Day. They are in mid conversation when the camera pans over to them. They are laughing and joking a little. Ryan straps on his left wrist strap as he continues to talk with Odin.
Odin: And Deruty, what’s up with this guy, he just won’t give it up huh?
Ryan: Yea he was still yapping about his damn titles and how great he is.
They laugh and Odin asks Ryan the question everyone is waiting for.
Odin: well what do you think about him? I beat him a few times, you think you can take him?
Ryan looks at Odin with a serious face. There is a long a pause then Odin starts laughing hard.
Odin: I’m just fucking with you, I know you can take him.
Ryan: Haha, I thought you were serious for a minute there. Everyone knows I have this in the bag man, hell, on wcf.com all the fans agree that I’m gonna win.
Odin: yea, I saw that.
Ryan: He’s nothing to me, not a threat at all. He just runs his mouth all day, it’s all he’s good for. He like a duck! He yaps like a duck, he looks like a duck, he fights like a duck, he stinks like a duck, he’s Donald fucking Duck!
They laugh again.
Ryan: But seriously, Deruty, tonight I’m going to show your pretty boy poser “icon” ass what it’s really like. Who the fuck do you think you are saying those things too? You think you’re a big shot? Well you’re not, all you ever do is talk about all your damn titles and how awesome you are. Well, you idiot, open your eyes, if I was here in WCF for as long as you have been I would have a lot of titles too. It’s not a talent thing, it’s a career length thing. You have no talent Deruty, you think you’re the best there is and then guys like me come along and destroy you in the ring and then you bitch about it and come up with excuses to cover your ass so you don’t look foolish in front of millions of people.
When you say the things you do you sound like a broken record. Every time you speak you say the same things, your so called gimmick is played out and sickening. You just come out here every week and ramble about practically nothing at all. I work hard at what I do, just as hard as everyone else in this business. But people like you make us look bad. For example, after Ultimate Showdown all the way until War… Where the fuck were you for those weeks, you went MIA after Odin beat your ass like the punk bitch you are. And why? Because that's all you do! You boast and brag then when you get proved wrong in the ring you disappear in embarrassment for as long as possible.
Odin hold his stomach, he falls of the bench and starts to roll from laughing so hard as Ryan keeps a serious face and keeps talking into camera at Deruty.
Ryan: You’re like one of those kids who make their dick sound bigger than everyone else's, you’re only lying to yourself! I think it’s because your so damn self-conscious. And you dare call me immature?? Seriously? Who's the Guy that isn't afraid to admit to a loss, instead of sucking the chairman’s dick until you get a rematch? If I lose, I don’t complain, I accept it and learn from my mistakes. I don't like you D-Day, hell I don't like any person like you. Because you’re a kiss ass, a poser and a fool.
Ryan stands up from the bench, Odin is still rolling and laughing, his face is very red.
Ryan: Me and Odin got it down, we're ok with what happens in the future. No man can see tomorrow today, that's why I live like tomorrow will never come. I live life to the fullest, the way its supposed to be lived. So go ahead, talk about my nickname, you have the same one you moron… Talk about my gimmick, you wish you had the originality I had… Talk about anything you want, but at the end of the day, when it’s all said and done and the smoke clears, there will only be one man standing. And that man is going to be me. And there's not a damn thing you can do about it.
Odin can still be seen laughing hard.
Odin: oh my god, oh my god, I can’t breathe…
Ryan: You get on camera and you think you're some kind of king, like a fucking God of promos. You talk about the same thing you do every week, blah blah championship, blah blah best, blah blah CD, blah blah Seth, blah blah championship. You worry so much about everyone else on the roster and defending yourself over petty shit that has nothing to do with us. So that you can just fill up your promo with dumb ass, unneeded, dramatic effects! Then in the last 30 seconds you talk shit about a guy you don't even know enough about to realize he’s going to kick your ass tonight. You really barely know me, but I know you. See I actually do my homework on my opponent each week. I know things about you not even you know! I know all your mistakes. All the flaws you've made over the last few weeks. I see it all, I'm going to drop you on the mat like a sack of potatoes. Because while you were figuring out how to make that master piece scene in your promo I was training hard with Odin here! I don't need lights to be leaking in through the fucking walls to get my point across like you do. I say what I need to say. I say what the people want to here and that's it. That's that. The end.
Exactly that is coming Deruty, the end. You’re running out of time now. You think you were sly and tried to toss in a promo on Sunday night so you could scrape up the charisma to win. You thought I would just enjoy this holiday? No, no, see Halloween is my favorite holiday, I’m happy as can be and I’m on top of my game because of it. There will be no if, and, or buts tonight. There will just be darkness and then a 1, 2, 3! Helloween is here, and whether you like the line or not, it will be fucking epic!!
Odin is still on the floor now pounding his fist while in the fetal position.
Odin: stop! Stop! Please, I can’t breathe. Oh my god… dude. I can’t stop laughing.
Odin slowly gets to his feet.
Odin: That was great, I need to get a drink so bad.
Odin walks over to the small sink in the back of the locker room, he opens the little cabinet next to it, to get a glass but instead he gets a pop out Halloween prop that jumps out at him and screams. The ghoolish skeleton prop startled him, so he steps back quickly and punches the prop hard, breaking it.
Ryan rushes over
Ryan: Dude! You broke my toy, what the fuck.
Odin chuckles,
Odin: sorry.
Ryan holds the dented piece of plastic in his hands. Odin looks at it for a long second.
Odin: kinda looks like what Reb’s gonna look like.
They both laugh as the scene slowly fades.
