Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2017 12:52:27 GMT -5
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May 26th, 2017 11:48 PM
'Are you seriously still sitting there pining for that little bitch?'
Gunnar Wahl stared down at his phone as the words of his tag team partner echoed in his head. He shook his head, put the phone away and picked up his drink. He took a breath then turned around to check out the crowded club. Some random Katy Perry song that he didn't know was blaring as the lights flashed and strobed down on the dance floor. He certainly felt a lot more comfortable close to the bar though. He finished up his beer, went back and got another from a smaller dark haired man behind the bar, thinking to himself that he was kind of cute.
"Here you go big guy, this one's on me."
"Uh, thanks. Name's Gunnar."
"I'm Trent."
Trent gave him a quick handshake and a smile, then went to another customer, but quickly came back towards Gunnar.
"Uh, so why the free beer?"
"I saw you looking down at your phone and the frustration you didn't have any messages. I figured you were either fighting with your guy or just ended things."
"Well it ended a little bit ago, but I've been trying to make it work."
"I get it. Just got dumped last week."
"Never easy."
Gunnar raised his beer and shrugged a little bit as Trent shook his head and smiled, then had to go take care of another customer. Gunnar turned back to look at the dance floor and looked a little closer as he thought he recognized someone. He saw Trent coming back out of the corner of his eye and turned back.
"Hey, do you know that guy out there on the dance floor?"
"Yea, he comes in pretty regularly. Ryan... something. I can't remember exactly."
"Keys?"
"That sounds right? Is he your ex?"
"No, he's someone who's ass I need to kick."
"Not in here big man."
Trent puts his hand on Gunnar's as he goes to get up. Gunnar looks back at him and stops.
"Here, how about a shot. I'm gonna guess whiskey?"
Gunnar nods his head and Trent grabs a bottle from the top shelf, pours him a shot and Gunnar quickly downs it.
"If you need to blow off a little steam, I'm off in an hour. I guarantee I'm more fun than getting in to a fight and going to jail."
Trent winked at him as he poured another shot.
"An hour, huh? Guess I better not get too drunk."
Gunnar finally cracked a smile as Trent laughed a little bit, then went to another customer.
"Guess Karston was right."
Gunnar looked down the bar at Trent and smiled as he took another sip from his beer. Gunnar turned back out towards the dance floor and watched Ryan Keys dancing around. He seemed completely care free at that moment. Gunnar started to get angry again, wanting nothing more than to charge out there and rip his head off, but he took a deep breath and downed the shot that trent had brought earlier.
"Soon enough."
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June 9th, 2017 12:34 PM.
Gunnar Wahl sits on a simple black folding chair, staring straight ahead at a picture of Ryan Keys he's tacked up on the wall. He's dressed very simple, black pants and the new Seventh Circle t-shirt. Aaynet stands behind him in a long form fitting crimson dress, smirk across her face as she looks at the picture for a bit, then steps up beside it.
"Ryan Keys... West Coast Genesis' absentee champion. Where have you been Ryan? For myself and my monstrosities, people expect a certain amount of silence, a bit of mystery, an anti social demeanor. Nobody would ever accuse Karston or Gunnar of being talkative social butterflies. There is a reason that I most often talk in their stead. You though, you Ryan are known for being talkative, flamboyant, social, sticking your nose where it doesn't belong. Sure you've spoken about other matches and opponents and companies, but when it comes to the company you are champion of, when it comes to your West Coast Genesis match, when it comes to the near three hundred pound behemoth you face next, you have been silent. The disrespect you showed when you interfered in our business was one strike. The disrespect you showed Gunnar by hitting him with the title belt was two. The disrespect you have shown by all but ignoring him, that is your third and final strike."
Aaynet rips the picture away from the wall, tosses it down on the ground and grinds her black heel in to it.
"I would like to assume that perhaps you're just being incredibly stupid and looking past him. Perhaps you're just focused on the next challenger for that title, Juliana DiMaria. Unfortunately, she seems to have the same complaints about you. A nonchalant attitude about this company, your opponents within it, and your role as a champion. A champion doesn't need to be some goody two shoes who runs out to help an annoying little bitch who needs to learn her place. A champion doesn't need to be someone who makes speeches to the locker room and makes sure everyone is happy. A champion needs to be the standard bearer, the measuring stick, the person who will do anything to win, and never forget that they are the most important person in the company. That is not who or what you are Ryan Keys."
Gunnar looks down at the picture, scoops it up and sneers as he looks down at him.
"I'm gonna be Juliana's new best friend after our match, Ryan. I'll leave her something for her title match with you, but it's not gonna be much."
Gunnar rips the picture in half as a sinister smile crosses the face of Aaynet.
"You should have never gotten involved in matters that did not concern you, Ryan. Your actions have brought all of the pain, suffering and torment to you. What happens to you at Hype, is not my fault. It is not Gunnar's fault, it is not even Ruby's fault. No, it is all your fault. All of the horrible things that are going to happen to you, it is the fault of Ryan Keys and Ryan Keys alone."
Aaynet's sadistic smile shines bright as she places her hands on Gunnar's shoulders and a smirk crosses his face.
May 26th, 2017 11:48 PM
'Are you seriously still sitting there pining for that little bitch?'
Gunnar Wahl stared down at his phone as the words of his tag team partner echoed in his head. He shook his head, put the phone away and picked up his drink. He took a breath then turned around to check out the crowded club. Some random Katy Perry song that he didn't know was blaring as the lights flashed and strobed down on the dance floor. He certainly felt a lot more comfortable close to the bar though. He finished up his beer, went back and got another from a smaller dark haired man behind the bar, thinking to himself that he was kind of cute.
"Here you go big guy, this one's on me."
"Uh, thanks. Name's Gunnar."
"I'm Trent."
Trent gave him a quick handshake and a smile, then went to another customer, but quickly came back towards Gunnar.
"Uh, so why the free beer?"
"I saw you looking down at your phone and the frustration you didn't have any messages. I figured you were either fighting with your guy or just ended things."
"Well it ended a little bit ago, but I've been trying to make it work."
"I get it. Just got dumped last week."
"Never easy."
Gunnar raised his beer and shrugged a little bit as Trent shook his head and smiled, then had to go take care of another customer. Gunnar turned back to look at the dance floor and looked a little closer as he thought he recognized someone. He saw Trent coming back out of the corner of his eye and turned back.
"Hey, do you know that guy out there on the dance floor?"
"Yea, he comes in pretty regularly. Ryan... something. I can't remember exactly."
"Keys?"
"That sounds right? Is he your ex?"
"No, he's someone who's ass I need to kick."
"Not in here big man."
Trent puts his hand on Gunnar's as he goes to get up. Gunnar looks back at him and stops.
"Here, how about a shot. I'm gonna guess whiskey?"
Gunnar nods his head and Trent grabs a bottle from the top shelf, pours him a shot and Gunnar quickly downs it.
"If you need to blow off a little steam, I'm off in an hour. I guarantee I'm more fun than getting in to a fight and going to jail."
Trent winked at him as he poured another shot.
"An hour, huh? Guess I better not get too drunk."
Gunnar finally cracked a smile as Trent laughed a little bit, then went to another customer.
"Guess Karston was right."
Gunnar looked down the bar at Trent and smiled as he took another sip from his beer. Gunnar turned back out towards the dance floor and watched Ryan Keys dancing around. He seemed completely care free at that moment. Gunnar started to get angry again, wanting nothing more than to charge out there and rip his head off, but he took a deep breath and downed the shot that trent had brought earlier.
"Soon enough."
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June 9th, 2017 12:34 PM.
Gunnar Wahl sits on a simple black folding chair, staring straight ahead at a picture of Ryan Keys he's tacked up on the wall. He's dressed very simple, black pants and the new Seventh Circle t-shirt. Aaynet stands behind him in a long form fitting crimson dress, smirk across her face as she looks at the picture for a bit, then steps up beside it.
"Ryan Keys... West Coast Genesis' absentee champion. Where have you been Ryan? For myself and my monstrosities, people expect a certain amount of silence, a bit of mystery, an anti social demeanor. Nobody would ever accuse Karston or Gunnar of being talkative social butterflies. There is a reason that I most often talk in their stead. You though, you Ryan are known for being talkative, flamboyant, social, sticking your nose where it doesn't belong. Sure you've spoken about other matches and opponents and companies, but when it comes to the company you are champion of, when it comes to your West Coast Genesis match, when it comes to the near three hundred pound behemoth you face next, you have been silent. The disrespect you showed when you interfered in our business was one strike. The disrespect you showed Gunnar by hitting him with the title belt was two. The disrespect you have shown by all but ignoring him, that is your third and final strike."
Aaynet rips the picture away from the wall, tosses it down on the ground and grinds her black heel in to it.
"I would like to assume that perhaps you're just being incredibly stupid and looking past him. Perhaps you're just focused on the next challenger for that title, Juliana DiMaria. Unfortunately, she seems to have the same complaints about you. A nonchalant attitude about this company, your opponents within it, and your role as a champion. A champion doesn't need to be some goody two shoes who runs out to help an annoying little bitch who needs to learn her place. A champion doesn't need to be someone who makes speeches to the locker room and makes sure everyone is happy. A champion needs to be the standard bearer, the measuring stick, the person who will do anything to win, and never forget that they are the most important person in the company. That is not who or what you are Ryan Keys."
Gunnar looks down at the picture, scoops it up and sneers as he looks down at him.
"I'm gonna be Juliana's new best friend after our match, Ryan. I'll leave her something for her title match with you, but it's not gonna be much."
Gunnar rips the picture in half as a sinister smile crosses the face of Aaynet.
"You should have never gotten involved in matters that did not concern you, Ryan. Your actions have brought all of the pain, suffering and torment to you. What happens to you at Hype, is not my fault. It is not Gunnar's fault, it is not even Ruby's fault. No, it is all your fault. All of the horrible things that are going to happen to you, it is the fault of Ryan Keys and Ryan Keys alone."
Aaynet's sadistic smile shines bright as she places her hands on Gunnar's shoulders and a smirk crosses his face.