Where in the world is Ryan Keys?
Jun 10, 2017 0:24:07 GMT -5
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Post by Ryan Keys on Jun 10, 2017 0:24:07 GMT -5
For years, the wrestling world has witnessed greatness, brilliance and countless hours of physical advancements... .. .. and then we have Ryan.
"Dammit... my ears are ringing. Someone annoying must be talking shit about me again. Shame they can't wrestle better than they can talk "
It was quite the late morning when Ryan had woken up, he jerked awake on the cheap motel bed, breathing heavily as his eyes scanned around the room to make sure that he had just been sleeping. He had just had one of those recurring nightmares, he had been having it for some time, and no matter how long he slept, the dream always ended the same way… with defeat.
He grabbed his phone to check the time. “Eleven thirty? Damn it!” He cursed as he got up and proceeded to the bathroom. He had decided to act upon the dream, since he was a champion he knew that some of he should be in the public eye at all times. He rushed to get himself cleaned up and dressed before grabbing his backpack and leaving the hotel room.
Outside, the weather was rather nice, no sign of a darkening cloud around. Considering the weather forecasts said it would be raining, it was pretty much the opposite. He breathed the fresh air in before proceeding to his bike. The thing was quite dear to him, an honda CBR1000RR Fireblade SP2, he then blinked a few times as he had forgotten the helmet and rushed back into the room to get it before coming out to hop on the bike.
As he was driving away to have his brunch at some diner around town, he was thinking about who he could call to help him get his name out there.Tornado? Ruby? No… He had to get his name shoved down peoples throats his own way.Ryan couldn't let people defend him anymore.
“Guess, I’m on my own then…” He said as he parked the bike in front of a diner, taking the keys from the ignition and taking his helmet off.
Ryan walked into the establishment, sitting at the counter as he gave a smile at the waitress. She came over and he took the liberty of requesting something off menu as it was usual for him when he was having a late breakfast. Bacon with eggs and sausages, some mashed potatoes and a salad. The woman smiled as went to give his order to the chef, who smiled at Ryan.
He then walked to a booth, signaling the waitress where he was going to be and sat down, putting his backpack next to him, along with the helmet. He took his laptop from the backpack and laid it on the table to turn it on. He started remembering bits and pieces of his dream, which meant the dream was not just a dream. He remembered a ring, a championship, and a person's hand being raised But then everything was dark, he couldn’t remember anything else.
“Is everythin’ okay, hon?” The waitress asked as she put Ryan’s plate in front of him.
“Yeah, I’m just… thinking.” Ryan smiled at her, she nodded at him and tapped his shoulder before leaving to attend other costumers.
Ryan pushed the laptop aside and turned his focus to eating his food, he started doing some location scouting with what he remembered about the ring. It took him some time but he found it, it was just on WCG's next show.
A loud rumble was heard from the skies, everyone looked out the window but there was no sign of a thunder cloud nor anything similar. Ryan knew something was happening, he grabbed a pen and paper from his bag and started to draw what his dream be fore he took his stuff and left, leaving a $20 note on the table as he left in a rush. He proceeded to get on the bike to take it back to his place.
Ryan was pretty sure that he was speeding way past the limit but he didn’t care. Something was about to happen and he was going to stop it, even if is career was placed on the line. It wouldn’t be the first time he's done anything to claim a win.
As he proceeded through the road, a sharp pain came to his head, causing him to lose control over the bike and falling over. His body was dragged on the floor, eventually stopping his roll, though the bike didn’t stop less than ten feet away from him. His clothes were ripped due to the friction with the harsh concrete road, his body showed scratches he had been inflicted during the fall. Good thing he had the helmet, or else his neck would probably be broken. He let out a deep breath as he turned onto his back, his head leaned against the concrete as images of his championship being taken came to his mind,a there were a few people he suspected that wanted to steal it from him.
Another rumble was heard, bringing Ryan back to his senses. He got up, his hand on the side of the helmet as he was still in pain. “Damn it… It’ll need a new paint job now… What a headache!” He didn’t care as much for what was happening than he cared for his bike. He knew he was going to stop whoever dared to face him for his title, no matter what teh cost was.
But the bike! His precious bike… It was just a few scratches but still… his precious bike!
He pulled the bike back up, examining the paint to see where the scratches were. The marks were rather visible and made him growl in anger. He then shook his head and got onto it to proceed on his way to the house.
"Where in the world is Ryan Keys?"
Ryan's Apartment(Night Rooftop)
On Camera
Ryan Keys stands on top of his loft in downtown, Las Vegas, Nevada, staring blankly in the sky as he flips the switch on a controller in his hands. Dressed in torn up black jeans, revealing a bit too much as his denim vest on top of a simple white shirt completed his look. The West Coast championship would hang off his pocket, shining beautifully in the artificial lights around him. His ice cold eyes stay trained up at the night sky where the Vegas lights all shine below him, yet his attention his focused on one spot as his tattooed fingers flip a switch, before his foot kicked the search light besides him with no signs of turning on anytime soon.
"Oh... so the thing is busted. No wonder people couldn't find me anywhere. The couldn't call on their hero when he went of to take some much needed rest and relaxation. Seriously, it's like I committed the worlds worst crime for dedicating my time to my paintings, my home, my boy, and over all my personal life. Oh no, as a champion I should be out here, showing myself to everyone 24/7.... as if I didn't have my own life to deal with. Well? Now I'm here. What now? Did I solve your problems? did I cure world hunger? Sadly, no. But I'm here to say that I'm gonna leave a message, but no, I'm not gonna say what it is. My messages will only be heard in the ring, going one on one with me."
A bright smile tugs on his handsome face as a wave of confidence and arrogance.His calm features remain as cold as his eyes as the gentle night winds blow, making the clothes on him ripple as it passes by. Taking in a long breath he kicks the search light again, grunting as it still doesn't work.
"This week, live on Hype! I step inside the ring once again to face once half of the Aaynet, Gunnar. Now I don't know much about you man. You're quiet. It would seem rich, or maybe a joke if you'd talk about me going missing. The most I've seen of you is your tree like legs flailing over the top rope in a battle royal, and I saw them yet again when you tried to come after Ruby. That... was a mistake on your part. You see, you don't mess with my friends, Gunnar. No, that's something that changes me. And just like last time, I won't hesitate to take you down. Even if I hit you over the head with my belt. Gotta say, you have a hard head, man. Damn near put a dent in it. That... that lefts me with so much to think about over the month"
Ryan paces around the same spot with his heavily tattooed arms crossed over his chest as he thought. Suddenly police siren's would catch his attention, though far and distant a bright light shines from the rooftops of a building signalling for someone, causing him to stare at it in disbelief. Why wasn't his signal shining?"Letting out a soft sight he shakes his head and grab the title to hang it over his shoulder.
"As a champion I know when I'm out matched. I knew it from when this hit Gunnar's empty dome. It sent vibration from my arms all the way down to my spine. So I figured. If hitting this guy with my title did that, then I had a lot of training to do if I ever had to face this man. And little did I know that the next card would feature Gunnar and me.So, I took my hot piece of ass to New York, trained, celebrated mothers day, I had a great time. So much that I said fuck it. I'm gonna appear on house shows, I was gonna do public appearances, shake peoples hands... I was gonna do everything as a champion. And I did. I just didn't know that a WRESTLING champion needed to validate his In-ring ability through a hundred and forty characters or less while being judged by a blue bird. Doesn't make any sense does it? Even Gunnar can understand the stupidity in expecting a man like me to be a slave to his twitter account. I am a wrestler. And on the next live you, and any other show that I am in, I will show my champion qualities."
With a smirk on his face, the champion gives one final kick to teh searchlight,causing it to flicker and shine bright in the sky above him, showing a nicely designed "K"symbolizing himself.
"Ah, you see. You're champion is here to save the day. Now you can call me a lot easier. Since I'm here I'm gonna go take care of business in the ring, where it counts. And Gunnar is the man picked for me to show how a hard and dedicated training session can make a man like me hit harder than he ever did before."
Ryan's winning smile, along with his arms lifting his West coast title high in there air the camera pans back from view as it focuses on Ryan's Sky signal.
"Dammit... my ears are ringing. Someone annoying must be talking shit about me again. Shame they can't wrestle better than they can talk "
"Things to come"
Long Beach, L.A
Off Camera
It was quite the late morning when Ryan had woken up, he jerked awake on the cheap motel bed, breathing heavily as his eyes scanned around the room to make sure that he had just been sleeping. He had just had one of those recurring nightmares, he had been having it for some time, and no matter how long he slept, the dream always ended the same way… with defeat.
He grabbed his phone to check the time. “Eleven thirty? Damn it!” He cursed as he got up and proceeded to the bathroom. He had decided to act upon the dream, since he was a champion he knew that some of he should be in the public eye at all times. He rushed to get himself cleaned up and dressed before grabbing his backpack and leaving the hotel room.
Outside, the weather was rather nice, no sign of a darkening cloud around. Considering the weather forecasts said it would be raining, it was pretty much the opposite. He breathed the fresh air in before proceeding to his bike. The thing was quite dear to him, an honda CBR1000RR Fireblade SP2, he then blinked a few times as he had forgotten the helmet and rushed back into the room to get it before coming out to hop on the bike.
As he was driving away to have his brunch at some diner around town, he was thinking about who he could call to help him get his name out there.Tornado? Ruby? No… He had to get his name shoved down peoples throats his own way.Ryan couldn't let people defend him anymore.
“Guess, I’m on my own then…” He said as he parked the bike in front of a diner, taking the keys from the ignition and taking his helmet off.
Ryan walked into the establishment, sitting at the counter as he gave a smile at the waitress. She came over and he took the liberty of requesting something off menu as it was usual for him when he was having a late breakfast. Bacon with eggs and sausages, some mashed potatoes and a salad. The woman smiled as went to give his order to the chef, who smiled at Ryan.
He then walked to a booth, signaling the waitress where he was going to be and sat down, putting his backpack next to him, along with the helmet. He took his laptop from the backpack and laid it on the table to turn it on. He started remembering bits and pieces of his dream, which meant the dream was not just a dream. He remembered a ring, a championship, and a person's hand being raised But then everything was dark, he couldn’t remember anything else.
“Is everythin’ okay, hon?” The waitress asked as she put Ryan’s plate in front of him.
“Yeah, I’m just… thinking.” Ryan smiled at her, she nodded at him and tapped his shoulder before leaving to attend other costumers.
Ryan pushed the laptop aside and turned his focus to eating his food, he started doing some location scouting with what he remembered about the ring. It took him some time but he found it, it was just on WCG's next show.
A loud rumble was heard from the skies, everyone looked out the window but there was no sign of a thunder cloud nor anything similar. Ryan knew something was happening, he grabbed a pen and paper from his bag and started to draw what his dream be fore he took his stuff and left, leaving a $20 note on the table as he left in a rush. He proceeded to get on the bike to take it back to his place.
Ryan was pretty sure that he was speeding way past the limit but he didn’t care. Something was about to happen and he was going to stop it, even if is career was placed on the line. It wouldn’t be the first time he's done anything to claim a win.
As he proceeded through the road, a sharp pain came to his head, causing him to lose control over the bike and falling over. His body was dragged on the floor, eventually stopping his roll, though the bike didn’t stop less than ten feet away from him. His clothes were ripped due to the friction with the harsh concrete road, his body showed scratches he had been inflicted during the fall. Good thing he had the helmet, or else his neck would probably be broken. He let out a deep breath as he turned onto his back, his head leaned against the concrete as images of his championship being taken came to his mind,a there were a few people he suspected that wanted to steal it from him.
Another rumble was heard, bringing Ryan back to his senses. He got up, his hand on the side of the helmet as he was still in pain. “Damn it… It’ll need a new paint job now… What a headache!” He didn’t care as much for what was happening than he cared for his bike. He knew he was going to stop whoever dared to face him for his title, no matter what teh cost was.
But the bike! His precious bike… It was just a few scratches but still… his precious bike!
He pulled the bike back up, examining the paint to see where the scratches were. The marks were rather visible and made him growl in anger. He then shook his head and got onto it to proceed on his way to the house.
"Where in the world is Ryan Keys?"
Ryan's Apartment(Night Rooftop)
On Camera
"Oh... so the thing is busted. No wonder people couldn't find me anywhere. The couldn't call on their hero when he went of to take some much needed rest and relaxation. Seriously, it's like I committed the worlds worst crime for dedicating my time to my paintings, my home, my boy, and over all my personal life. Oh no, as a champion I should be out here, showing myself to everyone 24/7.... as if I didn't have my own life to deal with. Well? Now I'm here. What now? Did I solve your problems? did I cure world hunger? Sadly, no. But I'm here to say that I'm gonna leave a message, but no, I'm not gonna say what it is. My messages will only be heard in the ring, going one on one with me."
A bright smile tugs on his handsome face as a wave of confidence and arrogance.His calm features remain as cold as his eyes as the gentle night winds blow, making the clothes on him ripple as it passes by. Taking in a long breath he kicks the search light again, grunting as it still doesn't work.
"This week, live on Hype! I step inside the ring once again to face once half of the Aaynet, Gunnar. Now I don't know much about you man. You're quiet. It would seem rich, or maybe a joke if you'd talk about me going missing. The most I've seen of you is your tree like legs flailing over the top rope in a battle royal, and I saw them yet again when you tried to come after Ruby. That... was a mistake on your part. You see, you don't mess with my friends, Gunnar. No, that's something that changes me. And just like last time, I won't hesitate to take you down. Even if I hit you over the head with my belt. Gotta say, you have a hard head, man. Damn near put a dent in it. That... that lefts me with so much to think about over the month"
Ryan paces around the same spot with his heavily tattooed arms crossed over his chest as he thought. Suddenly police siren's would catch his attention, though far and distant a bright light shines from the rooftops of a building signalling for someone, causing him to stare at it in disbelief. Why wasn't his signal shining?"Letting out a soft sight he shakes his head and grab the title to hang it over his shoulder.
"As a champion I know when I'm out matched. I knew it from when this hit Gunnar's empty dome. It sent vibration from my arms all the way down to my spine. So I figured. If hitting this guy with my title did that, then I had a lot of training to do if I ever had to face this man. And little did I know that the next card would feature Gunnar and me.So, I took my hot piece of ass to New York, trained, celebrated mothers day, I had a great time. So much that I said fuck it. I'm gonna appear on house shows, I was gonna do public appearances, shake peoples hands... I was gonna do everything as a champion. And I did. I just didn't know that a WRESTLING champion needed to validate his In-ring ability through a hundred and forty characters or less while being judged by a blue bird. Doesn't make any sense does it? Even Gunnar can understand the stupidity in expecting a man like me to be a slave to his twitter account. I am a wrestler. And on the next live you, and any other show that I am in, I will show my champion qualities."
With a smirk on his face, the champion gives one final kick to teh searchlight,causing it to flicker and shine bright in the sky above him, showing a nicely designed "K"symbolizing himself.
"Ah, you see. You're champion is here to save the day. Now you can call me a lot easier. Since I'm here I'm gonna go take care of business in the ring, where it counts. And Gunnar is the man picked for me to show how a hard and dedicated training session can make a man like me hit harder than he ever did before."
Ryan's winning smile, along with his arms lifting his West coast title high in there air the camera pans back from view as it focuses on Ryan's Sky signal.