Post by Ryan Blake on Nov 27, 2011 18:00:36 GMT -5
Ryan Blake
vs
D-Day
vs
Jonny Fly
“You don't know me, but you'd like to, why'd you think I stood besides you?”
The scene opens to a hall, soft perfume is quite evident in the hallway. The flooring is carpeted in a boring beige, while the walls are wallpapered with white. Ryan Blake takes a corner and enters the shot. He is a bit edgy and wobbly. Hidden in his pocket is a bill for almost a thousand dollars worth of liquor. The average night at the club, gone bad.
2 Hours Ago
Security guard: Hey man, you can't do that here, take it home, we're closing soon, it's 3am!
Ryan: Since when is having sex on a lounge table at a club against the rules?
Ryan Blake stands in the middle of the night club with his pants at his ankles, a wasted mess. Next to him stands a terrified, embarrassed, yet entertained and equally drunk California dime. Security looses patients,
Security: Listen man, just put you pants back on and no one gets hurt.
Ryan: But this girl want... tsss, me mayyn!
Next to him, swaying back and forth she giggly answers,
Girl: he ha, he's hot and famous, hu-hu like a double whammy.
Security: John, how many did these two have?
The bartender answers from across the club,
Bartender: Ayy, they've been fucked up for about an hour already. But he keeps paying...
Security: Well I have to kick them out.
The bartender gestures it's ok.
Ryan: I, ay.... eye,.... don't think so... not so fast there.
Security: either you get out, or I make you get out.
Ryan: how about no, Basil.
The security guard goes to grab Ryan's arm and Ryan doesn't like that. He grabs his arm instead and puts him in an arm bar. Ryan walks around with the man in the lock, controlling where he goes as he makes jokes and laughs. It's not long before the other security guards come and try to restrain Ryan. Now he begins to fight off the guards. He suplexes one into another and clotheslines a third. A fourth grabs black from behind and restrains his arms as the fist guard gets to his feet he gives a hard right to Ryan, the other two get up now and begin to take shots at Ryan as he is being held tightly from behind. One last punch to the face ends it all as he passes out and drunken mess...
Girl: Ryan wake up... wake up. Come on, I don’t have all night, wake up!
Ryan comes to,
Ryan: What? Did I win?
Girl: No, and now we're out side so get up I’m cold.
Ryan: Ugh, alright.
He stands up, he sees the empty street behind the club.
Girl: which way do we go? This place is scary, it's dark and damp.
Ryan: Like your--
Girl: shut the fuck up.
Ryan: haha, give me my phone. Oh wait I have it.
Ryan reaches into his pocket and takes out his cell phone, he calls,
Ryan: Hey, Alfred I need you to come pick me up in the bat mobile. Ha..
The is a voice on the other side
Ryan: not-uh, I swear to drunk I’m not god! …..Pffff, I mean, I mean, you know what I mean.
He hangs up and puts his phone back in his pocket.
Ryan: lego.
They begin to walk and stop in the front of the building where their ride has just arrived. He opens the door and the girl gets in, hen he gets in and they drive off.
Inside the car we find Odin driving. He looks pissed.
Odin: you need to stop drinking, I’m not your chauffeur.
Ryan: so what's your name?
Odin: You don't even know her name!?
Girl: ha, my name is Selena with an S.
Odin: And he's Ryan, with an R.... idiot. So Selena with an S, what do you think of Ryan's big pay per view match coming up?
Selena: huh?
Odin: Jesus, Ryan what do you think about your match? Are you going to show up to it drunk?
Ryan: No! Hey, you have to accept the fact that even though I’m an idiot, I’m not stupid! I might be irresponsible, but I’m reliable.
Odin: That doesn't even make sense.
Ryan: I mean that I am going to win that damn match because I need to prove that I am better D-day, that son of a bitch beat me like 3 times already and it pisses me off that I’ve only beat him once. If I can beat the owner twice and one of the top competitors here, then obviously I can beat a washed up piece of crap like D-day and a newbie. It's not a fame thing, or a title thing, or even a winning matches thing. It's a damn respect thing!
Odin: I know that, we all do... I just hope you do the same thing this week as you did last week Ryan. Now get out, I’ll go park this thing.
Ryan and Selena get out of the car and see the hotel. Selena continues toward it, but Ryan stays back and talks with Odin.
Ryan: I am done losing to this guy, I’m going to beat them, I can guarantee it.
Odin: Yea well, you better hope so, no offense but you were beginning to give the Alliance a bad name.
Ryan: Don't worry, I am going to win this and prove to WCF that I am back.
The car drives off and Ryan enters the hotel. He walks across the lobby and waves to a man at the front desk. He takes a corner and then calls for the elevator. Once it reaches his floor he enters and presses 12. He wobbles back and fourth, slowly starting to sober up. The doors open and he steps out into the hall. Soft perfume is quite evident in the hallway even though Selena is already in the hotel room. The flooring is carpeted in a boring beige, while the walls are wallpapered with white. Ryan Blake takes a corner a bit edgy and wobbly still. Hidden in his pocket is the bill for almost a thousand dollars worth of liquor. He gets to the room, slides the key card and opens the door. Inside he finds Selena climbing into the bed in the center of the room.
Ryan: Do you think that I can do it? Do you think I can beat these guys once and for all?
Selena: Of course you can.
Ryan: yea but how can you be so sure?
Selena: because you're fucking Ryan Blake. That's why.
Ryan: You're right, you know. But I can't keep doing this shit, you need to realize that I’ve been up against D-day about 5 times already, I’ve said everything there is to be said about him. What can I do, I just don’t know what to do with myself.
Selena: You wrestle Ryan, that's what you're good at. That's what you need to do. You need to wake up and realize that life is just beginning for you. And you need to live that life like a fucking boss. You need to bring back the old you, the way you used to be is the way you were meant to be.
Ryan: And how do I do that? I can't just go back in time and be the old me. Everyone knows that.
Selena: You know the answer already Ryan, the key is the glasses.
She points to a box that contains a signature pair of Ryan Blake sunglasses, sitting on the counter top.
Ryan walks over to them and smiles.
Ryan: These things? Haha, they're just an old pair of sunglasses. I miss wearing these things.
Ryan approaches the box. He opens the case and takes out the sun glasses, he holds the gently in his hand.
Selena: Go ahead put them on.
Ryan puts on the sunglasses and they are a perfect fit, made just for him. There is a growing glare off the glasses as the sun begins to rise outside. Ryan smiles.
Ryan: I have to go talk to someone.
Ryan turns around and exits the hotel room leaving Selena confused and exhausted. The scene fades and re-opens to Ryan with his sunglasses on outside Fort Suma. He walks to the main entrance and is greeted by a few girls.
Ryan: Call Gilligan out here for me will ya?
Girl 1: Yes, Mr. Blake.
Ryan looks around and walks deeper into the bar where is he greeted by Gil.
Gil: … … ..
Ryan: I need to just vent here on you for a second, I’m having a few problems. See it's not enough anymore to just make a promo and enter a match. It's not enough to just train and enter a much, it's not enough to have a gimmick and talk about why you are going to win each and every week. Now you have to study your opponent like never before and you have to train ten times harder. You need to get under their skin so deep that when you get into the ring with them they are mentally unstable to fight you. Now you have to just get in their head and fuck with them as much as you can so they are afraid because they know they are going to lose to you, even if you know that you're going to get your ass beat.
Gil: … …
Ryan: Right, well see, I’ve been feeling not quite like myself recently and I thought that it would be great if I can--
Gil: … ..
Ryan: No! Not go back to the Perfect Alliance Wrestling Academy, I wanted to just go back to the old me. So I’ve got my signature sunglasses back, but there's still something missing and I can't figure it out. I came here to ask you for help. You're Odin’s manager and he's been a great success, so I want you to help me.
Gil: … …. … .. .. …..
Ryan: Well yes, I want to go back to the old me so I can kick even more asses than I am already kicking. Which I won't lie, due to all the cheating and sneak attacks lately in WCF, it's not much.
Gil: … … ..
Ryan: Fuck you then! I just need to overcome any problems I am having, I need to step it up, save Ryan Blake, save WCF, win back my damn television tile and save wrestling, because Ryan Blake is The Hero and Ryan Blake is motha-fuckin Ryan Blake!
Gil: …
Ryan: oh my god, you're right. Damn Gil, you're good.
Gil: … … ..
Ryan: ok, thanks for everything Gil, I’ll see you around.
Ryan exits the bar and as he steps out side he bumps into Hank Brown.
Ryan: Hank? What the fuck are you doing here? It's like 6am and you're about to walk into Fort Suma for some titties and tequila? Or, oh wait, silly me, you were just looking for me for an interview huh?
Hank: um... uh, er.. yea, let's go with the second one. So ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with WCF superstar, Ryan Blake. So Ryan, tell me how do you feel about going into a match about a WCF icon and a WCF rookie?
Ryan: Well hank I feel like I’m in the middle. We have a WCF, so called “Icon” D-day who is facing me yet again as if we haven't been going against each other every other week since my return. And then we have Jonny Fly who is greener than fresh dog shit to WCF. And here I am in the middle.
Hank: well how are you feeling about this match considering that you are just coming out of your super show win against the owner and a couple of the two top competitors in WCF?
Ryan: I feel great. I feel like I can beat anyone now. Although I had my team to back me up in that match, I still feel confident as usual going into this match. I mean, think about this, I have faced D-day a few times now so I know what he's like in the ring. And so is he which is good. D-ay is right where I want him, in the fucking palm of my hand. Why? Because he thinks he's got me in the palm of his hand. He thinks that because hes beaten me before that he can do it again. But see, I learn form my mistakes... does he?
Hank: hmm... And Jonny Fly?
Ryan: This guy I am not worried about. See I am all about not underestimating people. I know what Jonny has up his sleeve, I know what he can dish out and I know what he can take. So all I ave to do is plan my match out so that I push him over his limit and boom, he's done. I’ve cracked the code Hank. See, I have my shades back and now I have my head straight, who would of knew? Haha, I have perfected my move set so that I know exactly what to do and when. I’ve trained so hard over the last week and a half, it's scary.
Hank: alright well I have to go Ryan, nice chatting with you.
Ryan: alright, Hank just know that this match is going to change me and my career in WCF forever and it will be...
Ryan takes off his sun glasses and reveals another pair of sun glasses underneath.
Ryan: Epic.
The scene fades to black.
*ooc* i posted on time, but edited to add the colors because i used a lot of characters, i didnt want anyone to get confused. Enjoy
vs
D-Day
vs
Jonny Fly
“You don't know me, but you'd like to, why'd you think I stood besides you?”
The scene opens to a hall, soft perfume is quite evident in the hallway. The flooring is carpeted in a boring beige, while the walls are wallpapered with white. Ryan Blake takes a corner and enters the shot. He is a bit edgy and wobbly. Hidden in his pocket is a bill for almost a thousand dollars worth of liquor. The average night at the club, gone bad.
2 Hours Ago
Security guard: Hey man, you can't do that here, take it home, we're closing soon, it's 3am!
Ryan: Since when is having sex on a lounge table at a club against the rules?
Ryan Blake stands in the middle of the night club with his pants at his ankles, a wasted mess. Next to him stands a terrified, embarrassed, yet entertained and equally drunk California dime. Security looses patients,
Security: Listen man, just put you pants back on and no one gets hurt.
Ryan: But this girl want... tsss, me mayyn!
Next to him, swaying back and forth she giggly answers,
Girl: he ha, he's hot and famous, hu-hu like a double whammy.
Security: John, how many did these two have?
The bartender answers from across the club,
Bartender: Ayy, they've been fucked up for about an hour already. But he keeps paying...
Security: Well I have to kick them out.
The bartender gestures it's ok.
Ryan: I, ay.... eye,.... don't think so... not so fast there.
Security: either you get out, or I make you get out.
Ryan: how about no, Basil.
The security guard goes to grab Ryan's arm and Ryan doesn't like that. He grabs his arm instead and puts him in an arm bar. Ryan walks around with the man in the lock, controlling where he goes as he makes jokes and laughs. It's not long before the other security guards come and try to restrain Ryan. Now he begins to fight off the guards. He suplexes one into another and clotheslines a third. A fourth grabs black from behind and restrains his arms as the fist guard gets to his feet he gives a hard right to Ryan, the other two get up now and begin to take shots at Ryan as he is being held tightly from behind. One last punch to the face ends it all as he passes out and drunken mess...
Girl: Ryan wake up... wake up. Come on, I don’t have all night, wake up!
Ryan comes to,
Ryan: What? Did I win?
Girl: No, and now we're out side so get up I’m cold.
Ryan: Ugh, alright.
He stands up, he sees the empty street behind the club.
Girl: which way do we go? This place is scary, it's dark and damp.
Ryan: Like your--
Girl: shut the fuck up.
Ryan: haha, give me my phone. Oh wait I have it.
Ryan reaches into his pocket and takes out his cell phone, he calls,
Ryan: Hey, Alfred I need you to come pick me up in the bat mobile. Ha..
The is a voice on the other side
Ryan: not-uh, I swear to drunk I’m not god! …..Pffff, I mean, I mean, you know what I mean.
He hangs up and puts his phone back in his pocket.
Ryan: lego.
They begin to walk and stop in the front of the building where their ride has just arrived. He opens the door and the girl gets in, hen he gets in and they drive off.
Inside the car we find Odin driving. He looks pissed.
Odin: you need to stop drinking, I’m not your chauffeur.
Ryan: so what's your name?
Odin: You don't even know her name!?
Girl: ha, my name is Selena with an S.
Odin: And he's Ryan, with an R.... idiot. So Selena with an S, what do you think of Ryan's big pay per view match coming up?
Selena: huh?
Odin: Jesus, Ryan what do you think about your match? Are you going to show up to it drunk?
Ryan: No! Hey, you have to accept the fact that even though I’m an idiot, I’m not stupid! I might be irresponsible, but I’m reliable.
Odin: That doesn't even make sense.
Ryan: I mean that I am going to win that damn match because I need to prove that I am better D-day, that son of a bitch beat me like 3 times already and it pisses me off that I’ve only beat him once. If I can beat the owner twice and one of the top competitors here, then obviously I can beat a washed up piece of crap like D-day and a newbie. It's not a fame thing, or a title thing, or even a winning matches thing. It's a damn respect thing!
Odin: I know that, we all do... I just hope you do the same thing this week as you did last week Ryan. Now get out, I’ll go park this thing.
Ryan and Selena get out of the car and see the hotel. Selena continues toward it, but Ryan stays back and talks with Odin.
Ryan: I am done losing to this guy, I’m going to beat them, I can guarantee it.
Odin: Yea well, you better hope so, no offense but you were beginning to give the Alliance a bad name.
Ryan: Don't worry, I am going to win this and prove to WCF that I am back.
The car drives off and Ryan enters the hotel. He walks across the lobby and waves to a man at the front desk. He takes a corner and then calls for the elevator. Once it reaches his floor he enters and presses 12. He wobbles back and fourth, slowly starting to sober up. The doors open and he steps out into the hall. Soft perfume is quite evident in the hallway even though Selena is already in the hotel room. The flooring is carpeted in a boring beige, while the walls are wallpapered with white. Ryan Blake takes a corner a bit edgy and wobbly still. Hidden in his pocket is the bill for almost a thousand dollars worth of liquor. He gets to the room, slides the key card and opens the door. Inside he finds Selena climbing into the bed in the center of the room.
Ryan: Do you think that I can do it? Do you think I can beat these guys once and for all?
Selena: Of course you can.
Ryan: yea but how can you be so sure?
Selena: because you're fucking Ryan Blake. That's why.
Ryan: You're right, you know. But I can't keep doing this shit, you need to realize that I’ve been up against D-day about 5 times already, I’ve said everything there is to be said about him. What can I do, I just don’t know what to do with myself.
Selena: You wrestle Ryan, that's what you're good at. That's what you need to do. You need to wake up and realize that life is just beginning for you. And you need to live that life like a fucking boss. You need to bring back the old you, the way you used to be is the way you were meant to be.
Ryan: And how do I do that? I can't just go back in time and be the old me. Everyone knows that.
Selena: You know the answer already Ryan, the key is the glasses.
She points to a box that contains a signature pair of Ryan Blake sunglasses, sitting on the counter top.
Ryan walks over to them and smiles.
Ryan: These things? Haha, they're just an old pair of sunglasses. I miss wearing these things.
Ryan approaches the box. He opens the case and takes out the sun glasses, he holds the gently in his hand.
Selena: Go ahead put them on.
Ryan puts on the sunglasses and they are a perfect fit, made just for him. There is a growing glare off the glasses as the sun begins to rise outside. Ryan smiles.
Ryan: I have to go talk to someone.
Ryan turns around and exits the hotel room leaving Selena confused and exhausted. The scene fades and re-opens to Ryan with his sunglasses on outside Fort Suma. He walks to the main entrance and is greeted by a few girls.
Ryan: Call Gilligan out here for me will ya?
Girl 1: Yes, Mr. Blake.
Ryan looks around and walks deeper into the bar where is he greeted by Gil.
Gil: … … ..
Ryan: I need to just vent here on you for a second, I’m having a few problems. See it's not enough anymore to just make a promo and enter a match. It's not enough to just train and enter a much, it's not enough to have a gimmick and talk about why you are going to win each and every week. Now you have to study your opponent like never before and you have to train ten times harder. You need to get under their skin so deep that when you get into the ring with them they are mentally unstable to fight you. Now you have to just get in their head and fuck with them as much as you can so they are afraid because they know they are going to lose to you, even if you know that you're going to get your ass beat.
Gil: … …
Ryan: Right, well see, I’ve been feeling not quite like myself recently and I thought that it would be great if I can--
Gil: … ..
Ryan: No! Not go back to the Perfect Alliance Wrestling Academy, I wanted to just go back to the old me. So I’ve got my signature sunglasses back, but there's still something missing and I can't figure it out. I came here to ask you for help. You're Odin’s manager and he's been a great success, so I want you to help me.
Gil: … …. … .. .. …..
Ryan: Well yes, I want to go back to the old me so I can kick even more asses than I am already kicking. Which I won't lie, due to all the cheating and sneak attacks lately in WCF, it's not much.
Gil: … … ..
Ryan: Fuck you then! I just need to overcome any problems I am having, I need to step it up, save Ryan Blake, save WCF, win back my damn television tile and save wrestling, because Ryan Blake is The Hero and Ryan Blake is motha-fuckin Ryan Blake!
Gil: …
Ryan: oh my god, you're right. Damn Gil, you're good.
Gil: … … ..
Ryan: ok, thanks for everything Gil, I’ll see you around.
Ryan exits the bar and as he steps out side he bumps into Hank Brown.
Ryan: Hank? What the fuck are you doing here? It's like 6am and you're about to walk into Fort Suma for some titties and tequila? Or, oh wait, silly me, you were just looking for me for an interview huh?
Hank: um... uh, er.. yea, let's go with the second one. So ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with WCF superstar, Ryan Blake. So Ryan, tell me how do you feel about going into a match about a WCF icon and a WCF rookie?
Ryan: Well hank I feel like I’m in the middle. We have a WCF, so called “Icon” D-day who is facing me yet again as if we haven't been going against each other every other week since my return. And then we have Jonny Fly who is greener than fresh dog shit to WCF. And here I am in the middle.
Hank: well how are you feeling about this match considering that you are just coming out of your super show win against the owner and a couple of the two top competitors in WCF?
Ryan: I feel great. I feel like I can beat anyone now. Although I had my team to back me up in that match, I still feel confident as usual going into this match. I mean, think about this, I have faced D-day a few times now so I know what he's like in the ring. And so is he which is good. D-ay is right where I want him, in the fucking palm of my hand. Why? Because he thinks he's got me in the palm of his hand. He thinks that because hes beaten me before that he can do it again. But see, I learn form my mistakes... does he?
Hank: hmm... And Jonny Fly?
Ryan: This guy I am not worried about. See I am all about not underestimating people. I know what Jonny has up his sleeve, I know what he can dish out and I know what he can take. So all I ave to do is plan my match out so that I push him over his limit and boom, he's done. I’ve cracked the code Hank. See, I have my shades back and now I have my head straight, who would of knew? Haha, I have perfected my move set so that I know exactly what to do and when. I’ve trained so hard over the last week and a half, it's scary.
Hank: alright well I have to go Ryan, nice chatting with you.
Ryan: alright, Hank just know that this match is going to change me and my career in WCF forever and it will be...
Ryan takes off his sun glasses and reveals another pair of sun glasses underneath.
Ryan: Epic.
The scene fades to black.
*ooc* i posted on time, but edited to add the colors because i used a lot of characters, i didnt want anyone to get confused. Enjoy
