Post by Ryan Blake on Dec 3, 2011 17:59:19 GMT -5
Ryan Blake
vs
Corey Black
“When I die, I hope I wont be hated in every way, just celebrate so I can remain, so I can stay so that I don't fade. Because if I fade then my fate will be the same as the fakers in the chains. It's a shame how people do it for the fame and the cash not the flame and the passion. I train through the pain and I frame every passage as a way to stay fit because a win at this place is a reason to endure this shit.”
“Terrible, but not rippable. Invincible, but not invisible.”
The scene opens to a bright, echoing room. The hardwood floor is glossy and the walls are painted in a clean sky blue. Cigar smoke loiters around the room. Now the scene fades to a close up of the cigar being burned. It glows in a bright pulsing red, then dims. The camera zooms out and opens to Ryan Blake holding the cigar. On the side of the cigar you can see printed on it, “Ryan Blake signature cigars.” He puffs it again and releases the smoke into the air which once again fills the room, then twists and crashes like a wave. Ryan is wearing jeans, a v-neck sweater vest and, of course, his Ryan Blake signature Ryan Blake sunglasses. Ryan sighs and smirks.
Ryan: Hey guys, how's it hanging? I realized the other day while I was watching some past Slam shows that over the last couple of months, something has been going on here in WCF. Everyone here, besides a select few, all of a sudden hate this company. Hate it to the pulp with a passion. Why? I do not know. What I do know is that it's just odd. Everyone in the business suddenly wants to be a bad ass or a bad girl. Is there anyone that likes each other anymore that isn't a tag team? I find it funny how the amount of heels have rapidly increased here lately. And do you know why? Because! It's fucking easy to be heel. Every wants to be bad so they don't have to give a fuck in this business. They can just come on tv week after week, come up with an excuse as to why they lost the week before if they lost. If they won then they'll brag and brag about why they won. And then they go ahead and explain why they're better than everyone else and why they will win this week. It's the same thing every time. And even I have done it in the past.
I’ve done my best lately to endure myself. Because I have been told many times, I know, I’m arrogant, and I’m just a kid, and I’m a jobber, and I’m this and I’m that. Yet, here I am, being challenged by Corey Black to a god damn barbed wire steel cage match. So here's what I think, and hate me for it if you want to. Fuck you guys, all of you who doubt me. You all hear me say week after week that I am going to improve and if I lose my match you all laugh and mock me. As if I didn’t improve just because I lost. I learn from my mistakes. I realize the things that I’ve done wrong and find ways to fix them until I have the formula for perfection. And I’m getting there, I’m just finding all of my flaws one by one each time I lose. Then I train to rid of those flaws. Soon, there will be no flaws left. Now is the perfect time. It's time to train, strain, gain, aim, fire, blame, rein, fuck it all, then retire. It's all coming into place. My future is going to grow bigger, along with my career.
Ryan taps the cigar in his hand and ashes fall from it. They turn to dust in mid air before lightly powdering the polished floor. He lifts the cigar to his lips again and inhales the smoke as he puffs. He closes his eyes and enjoys it. Then he tilts his head back and exhales, releasing the smoke which again fills the room. He opens his eyes and continues.
Ryan: My opponent this week at Slam is angry at me because my team and I beat him at the UWA Supershow a short while ago. He is all in an uproar because he was defeated by a so called “mid carder” like me. But hey, I won't complain about it. In fact, I’m glad you challenged me. Because if it was up to anyone else i would never go up against you. You'd be too busy with some one "bigger" than me.
Ryan lifts his arms and makes air quotes as he speaks,
Ryan: Some one "in your league". But what you've been overlooking all along, is that no matter what "level of greatness" I’m on. I am Ryan Blake. And if there’s anything that Ryan Blake needs right now, it's to beat a high maintenance, douche bag, main event, kind of guy. Just. Like. You. So you can take your "home field advantage" that apparently makes such a big difference to you, and shove it up your ass. Because WCF is my home too. Speaking of which, that's another thing. People here have a problem realizing that just because you've been here longer than someone else doesn't mean you are better than them. Just because someone is new to the business, does not mean they are a rookie. Hell, take me for example. I signed a contract with Seth and WCF back in June. Oh wait, scratch that. I sat down with Corey Black or what ever your name was at the time, and signed a contract with WCF. Do you remember that? Back when YOU hired ME to come wrestle in this company? Anyway, back to my point. I wasn't a rookie, yet everyone treated me like one. And for what ever reason some of you still seem to do so. I understand that I am young, but I'm not that young.
There is such a lack of respect here in this company, not even as athletes, but just as human beings. I respect more people than I should in this business. I even respect Corey Black. That's right, I said it, I respect you Corey. But let me clarify this. I respect you, but I'm not afraid of you. And if you don't like me for the person and athlete I am then too fucking bad. If you think I'm not as good as you, than fine. You're entitled to your own opinion. But if you think that you are going to say all of those other things about me and just get away with it, your crazy. Honestly, you couldn't even pull together the courage to admit that you lost to me fairly last week. Granted, when it comes to admitting you lost you're more suborn than Torture. Granted, you think you're better than everyone else in the world for no good reason. And granted, you come up with so many excuses, that by the time you finish what you're saying, you barely make sense anymore.
So now I am going to teach you some manners, not only am I gonna beat you in the ring, but I’m also going to beat you mentally. I am going to tear your thoughts apart and mind fuck you. I’m going to slaughter you and then serve you to yourself on a gold platter, making sure the different pieces don’t touch. There is no where to go in this cage, for either of us. But that's fine with me. I can handle anything you throw at me. I know for a fact that you are going to blab about how hardcore you are and how hardcore I’m not. But do you remember a while back when me and the best damn hardcore champion there ever was faced off? Me and Baines went shot for shot in that match and we nearly killed each other. And you still have the nerve to think you scare me? Oh yea, I'm shaking in my signature Ryan Blake boots. I'm afraid of you because you use a stern voice and dramaticly pause between words hundreds of times in your promos to make yourself sound more demanding. Please.
Not to mention you're always talking down to WCF and talking about IWF, get the fuck out we don’t need you. You made a WCF return, and for what? Just to prove once again that you hate this company? If you think that IWF is so great then stay there for good. New Confederacy, Odin, forget about them for once. Be a real opponent for me just once. Don’t worry about D-day, Roy, Kaylyn. Worry about me, just me. I beat you once, I’ll beat you again. I don't need Odin to do anything to you. I had you pinned whether he did that to you or not. This time there is no need to worry about anyone else anyway it's a damn cage match. Just the way i would want you. See you don’t realize it, but me and you are alike in a few ways. We both want to beat each other. And we both want no one in our way. No Odin, No D-day, no Speede who's back for what? ...A 5th time now. No masked men or what ever. No one. Just me, you and the fucking steel. I'll see you there.
Ryan removes his sunglasses and releaves another pair underneath.
Ryan: And it will be Epic.
...fade
vs
Corey Black
“When I die, I hope I wont be hated in every way, just celebrate so I can remain, so I can stay so that I don't fade. Because if I fade then my fate will be the same as the fakers in the chains. It's a shame how people do it for the fame and the cash not the flame and the passion. I train through the pain and I frame every passage as a way to stay fit because a win at this place is a reason to endure this shit.”
“Terrible, but not rippable. Invincible, but not invisible.”
The scene opens to a bright, echoing room. The hardwood floor is glossy and the walls are painted in a clean sky blue. Cigar smoke loiters around the room. Now the scene fades to a close up of the cigar being burned. It glows in a bright pulsing red, then dims. The camera zooms out and opens to Ryan Blake holding the cigar. On the side of the cigar you can see printed on it, “Ryan Blake signature cigars.” He puffs it again and releases the smoke into the air which once again fills the room, then twists and crashes like a wave. Ryan is wearing jeans, a v-neck sweater vest and, of course, his Ryan Blake signature Ryan Blake sunglasses. Ryan sighs and smirks.
Ryan: Hey guys, how's it hanging? I realized the other day while I was watching some past Slam shows that over the last couple of months, something has been going on here in WCF. Everyone here, besides a select few, all of a sudden hate this company. Hate it to the pulp with a passion. Why? I do not know. What I do know is that it's just odd. Everyone in the business suddenly wants to be a bad ass or a bad girl. Is there anyone that likes each other anymore that isn't a tag team? I find it funny how the amount of heels have rapidly increased here lately. And do you know why? Because! It's fucking easy to be heel. Every wants to be bad so they don't have to give a fuck in this business. They can just come on tv week after week, come up with an excuse as to why they lost the week before if they lost. If they won then they'll brag and brag about why they won. And then they go ahead and explain why they're better than everyone else and why they will win this week. It's the same thing every time. And even I have done it in the past.
I’ve done my best lately to endure myself. Because I have been told many times, I know, I’m arrogant, and I’m just a kid, and I’m a jobber, and I’m this and I’m that. Yet, here I am, being challenged by Corey Black to a god damn barbed wire steel cage match. So here's what I think, and hate me for it if you want to. Fuck you guys, all of you who doubt me. You all hear me say week after week that I am going to improve and if I lose my match you all laugh and mock me. As if I didn’t improve just because I lost. I learn from my mistakes. I realize the things that I’ve done wrong and find ways to fix them until I have the formula for perfection. And I’m getting there, I’m just finding all of my flaws one by one each time I lose. Then I train to rid of those flaws. Soon, there will be no flaws left. Now is the perfect time. It's time to train, strain, gain, aim, fire, blame, rein, fuck it all, then retire. It's all coming into place. My future is going to grow bigger, along with my career.
Ryan taps the cigar in his hand and ashes fall from it. They turn to dust in mid air before lightly powdering the polished floor. He lifts the cigar to his lips again and inhales the smoke as he puffs. He closes his eyes and enjoys it. Then he tilts his head back and exhales, releasing the smoke which again fills the room. He opens his eyes and continues.
Ryan: My opponent this week at Slam is angry at me because my team and I beat him at the UWA Supershow a short while ago. He is all in an uproar because he was defeated by a so called “mid carder” like me. But hey, I won't complain about it. In fact, I’m glad you challenged me. Because if it was up to anyone else i would never go up against you. You'd be too busy with some one "bigger" than me.
Ryan lifts his arms and makes air quotes as he speaks,
Ryan: Some one "in your league". But what you've been overlooking all along, is that no matter what "level of greatness" I’m on. I am Ryan Blake. And if there’s anything that Ryan Blake needs right now, it's to beat a high maintenance, douche bag, main event, kind of guy. Just. Like. You. So you can take your "home field advantage" that apparently makes such a big difference to you, and shove it up your ass. Because WCF is my home too. Speaking of which, that's another thing. People here have a problem realizing that just because you've been here longer than someone else doesn't mean you are better than them. Just because someone is new to the business, does not mean they are a rookie. Hell, take me for example. I signed a contract with Seth and WCF back in June. Oh wait, scratch that. I sat down with Corey Black or what ever your name was at the time, and signed a contract with WCF. Do you remember that? Back when YOU hired ME to come wrestle in this company? Anyway, back to my point. I wasn't a rookie, yet everyone treated me like one. And for what ever reason some of you still seem to do so. I understand that I am young, but I'm not that young.
There is such a lack of respect here in this company, not even as athletes, but just as human beings. I respect more people than I should in this business. I even respect Corey Black. That's right, I said it, I respect you Corey. But let me clarify this. I respect you, but I'm not afraid of you. And if you don't like me for the person and athlete I am then too fucking bad. If you think I'm not as good as you, than fine. You're entitled to your own opinion. But if you think that you are going to say all of those other things about me and just get away with it, your crazy. Honestly, you couldn't even pull together the courage to admit that you lost to me fairly last week. Granted, when it comes to admitting you lost you're more suborn than Torture. Granted, you think you're better than everyone else in the world for no good reason. And granted, you come up with so many excuses, that by the time you finish what you're saying, you barely make sense anymore.
So now I am going to teach you some manners, not only am I gonna beat you in the ring, but I’m also going to beat you mentally. I am going to tear your thoughts apart and mind fuck you. I’m going to slaughter you and then serve you to yourself on a gold platter, making sure the different pieces don’t touch. There is no where to go in this cage, for either of us. But that's fine with me. I can handle anything you throw at me. I know for a fact that you are going to blab about how hardcore you are and how hardcore I’m not. But do you remember a while back when me and the best damn hardcore champion there ever was faced off? Me and Baines went shot for shot in that match and we nearly killed each other. And you still have the nerve to think you scare me? Oh yea, I'm shaking in my signature Ryan Blake boots. I'm afraid of you because you use a stern voice and dramaticly pause between words hundreds of times in your promos to make yourself sound more demanding. Please.
Not to mention you're always talking down to WCF and talking about IWF, get the fuck out we don’t need you. You made a WCF return, and for what? Just to prove once again that you hate this company? If you think that IWF is so great then stay there for good. New Confederacy, Odin, forget about them for once. Be a real opponent for me just once. Don’t worry about D-day, Roy, Kaylyn. Worry about me, just me. I beat you once, I’ll beat you again. I don't need Odin to do anything to you. I had you pinned whether he did that to you or not. This time there is no need to worry about anyone else anyway it's a damn cage match. Just the way i would want you. See you don’t realize it, but me and you are alike in a few ways. We both want to beat each other. And we both want no one in our way. No Odin, No D-day, no Speede who's back for what? ...A 5th time now. No masked men or what ever. No one. Just me, you and the fucking steel. I'll see you there.
Ryan removes his sunglasses and releaves another pair underneath.
Ryan: And it will be Epic.
...fade
