"This is getting ridiculous"
Jul 1, 2017 22:16:06 GMT -5
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Post by Ryan Keys on Jul 1, 2017 22:16:06 GMT -5
For years, the wrestling world has witnessed greatness, brilliance and countless hours of physical advancements... .. .. and then we have Ryan.
"I wonder if anyone is still bitching about me not being one twitter… oh wait.."
Ryan Keys sits at a stool over by his kitchen islet, poking over at a milk carton with his face on it. Looking confused and utterly dumbfounded, he couldn’t believe how dumb people could be. Showing off his upper body, toned, heavily tattooed and ready for action, he wears gray sweat pants looking relax at his own home. At his side, his phone buzzed with yet another ‘What’s happening?’message from another concerned friend. He rolls his eyes and blows out a sigh as this what getting to be a bit much. He rolls his shoulders and picks up his WCG West Coast title to further prove his point as he looks over at the camera.
"Okay… first. The missing persons notice on a milk carton, the picture looks horrible. It’s totally not like me at all. My face doesn’t belong on something so small. Second of which… is it so hard to call a guy on the phone to check if he’s missing or not? Seriously, it’s getting ridiculous. Now from Julianna, I expected this sort of dumb behaviour. She’s in her own deranged world that is all about her. So there isn’t a lot of room for a brain in there. But from Scotty… I expected a bit more from him. Something less… basic.”
A bright smile tugs on his lips as he raises the title belt up and stares at it with pride and joy. Blowing over it and dusting off an invisible speck of dirt, Ryan rests back on the kitchen islet in a comfortable position as he’s casual in his home. h
"Honestly, it’s pathetic. You got a guy that prides himself as royalty, making everyone think he’s this sort of price. But in the ends he’s nothing but a half baked wannabe that can’t get people to remember who he is even if he shouted his name at people. So what do people like that do? They tag along like leeches on much bigger, better people so they can get some relevance. Here’s the deal… twitter isn’t going to win your matches… it isn’t going to make you any more famous. The only way you’ll get some recognition it’s if you post a half naked picture of yourself , then again you’ll be fun for half a minute until they jump at the other half naked person. That’s why I pulled myself away. I realized that it’s useless to shamelessly promote my daily life for people who don’t need to care about my life. So, I pulled the cord. Not completely though,m I still have some contract legal business to do, but other than that I’m not giving twitter anymore of my time. It’s been a nice two month rehab where I could finally beef up my skills in the ring like never before. That’s why I’m still holding this..”
Ryan shows the title before he gets up and paces closer to the camera. His gaze was more intimidating than before while his ice eyes stare. He lowers the title and hangs it off his sweatpants. Chuckling, as his bright pearly whites show, Ryan crosses his tattooed arms over each other while chewing the inside of his mouth.
"So let's cut to the chase here. Scotty, you want this thing dangling on me? You can try and win it off me. You and are are one and one so this is where we settle the score out of the road show.Because yes, I’ve been actively wrestling on road shows, I’ve been around where my contract says where I need to go. It’s not my problem if you’re way up in the clouds in your own ego to see me actually doing things out of the camera view. So as a word of advice, if you’ve spent countless hours staring at your timeline instead of putting in some ring time, then you’ll be surprised by how quick our match will end with you laying on the match seeing stars where you belong. I don’t care how I get my win, but if there is one thing that it’s for sure, it’s that I’m going to enjoy knocking your lights out. Maybe then you’ll see straight. In the meantime… why don’t you stop by my place? We can talk bullshit or whatever you do on twitter, but in real life, person to person. Maybe then you can stop being an idiot and see me eye to eye.”
With a cocky smile, Ryan raises his brow while tauntingly swinging the dangling title between his legs. A dark chuckle is heard as the camera focuses back up to Ryan one more time.
“Get ready to get beamed up, Scotty...this is the only reference that’ll get you any fame after I make you and Julianna taste your own bullshit inside the ring… be ready.”
"I wonder if anyone is still bitching about me not being one twitter… oh wait.."
"Where in the world is Ryan Keys? Part 2"
Ryan's Apartment (Daytime, living room)
On Camera
Ryan Keys sits at a stool over by his kitchen islet, poking over at a milk carton with his face on it. Looking confused and utterly dumbfounded, he couldn’t believe how dumb people could be. Showing off his upper body, toned, heavily tattooed and ready for action, he wears gray sweat pants looking relax at his own home. At his side, his phone buzzed with yet another ‘What’s happening?’message from another concerned friend. He rolls his eyes and blows out a sigh as this what getting to be a bit much. He rolls his shoulders and picks up his WCG West Coast title to further prove his point as he looks over at the camera.
"Okay… first. The missing persons notice on a milk carton, the picture looks horrible. It’s totally not like me at all. My face doesn’t belong on something so small. Second of which… is it so hard to call a guy on the phone to check if he’s missing or not? Seriously, it’s getting ridiculous. Now from Julianna, I expected this sort of dumb behaviour. She’s in her own deranged world that is all about her. So there isn’t a lot of room for a brain in there. But from Scotty… I expected a bit more from him. Something less… basic.”
A bright smile tugs on his lips as he raises the title belt up and stares at it with pride and joy. Blowing over it and dusting off an invisible speck of dirt, Ryan rests back on the kitchen islet in a comfortable position as he’s casual in his home. h
"Honestly, it’s pathetic. You got a guy that prides himself as royalty, making everyone think he’s this sort of price. But in the ends he’s nothing but a half baked wannabe that can’t get people to remember who he is even if he shouted his name at people. So what do people like that do? They tag along like leeches on much bigger, better people so they can get some relevance. Here’s the deal… twitter isn’t going to win your matches… it isn’t going to make you any more famous. The only way you’ll get some recognition it’s if you post a half naked picture of yourself , then again you’ll be fun for half a minute until they jump at the other half naked person. That’s why I pulled myself away. I realized that it’s useless to shamelessly promote my daily life for people who don’t need to care about my life. So, I pulled the cord. Not completely though,m I still have some contract legal business to do, but other than that I’m not giving twitter anymore of my time. It’s been a nice two month rehab where I could finally beef up my skills in the ring like never before. That’s why I’m still holding this..”
Ryan shows the title before he gets up and paces closer to the camera. His gaze was more intimidating than before while his ice eyes stare. He lowers the title and hangs it off his sweatpants. Chuckling, as his bright pearly whites show, Ryan crosses his tattooed arms over each other while chewing the inside of his mouth.
"So let's cut to the chase here. Scotty, you want this thing dangling on me? You can try and win it off me. You and are are one and one so this is where we settle the score out of the road show.Because yes, I’ve been actively wrestling on road shows, I’ve been around where my contract says where I need to go. It’s not my problem if you’re way up in the clouds in your own ego to see me actually doing things out of the camera view. So as a word of advice, if you’ve spent countless hours staring at your timeline instead of putting in some ring time, then you’ll be surprised by how quick our match will end with you laying on the match seeing stars where you belong. I don’t care how I get my win, but if there is one thing that it’s for sure, it’s that I’m going to enjoy knocking your lights out. Maybe then you’ll see straight. In the meantime… why don’t you stop by my place? We can talk bullshit or whatever you do on twitter, but in real life, person to person. Maybe then you can stop being an idiot and see me eye to eye.”
With a cocky smile, Ryan raises his brow while tauntingly swinging the dangling title between his legs. A dark chuckle is heard as the camera focuses back up to Ryan one more time.
“Get ready to get beamed up, Scotty...this is the only reference that’ll get you any fame after I make you and Julianna taste your own bullshit inside the ring… be ready.”