Post by Ryan Keys on Aug 25, 2017 22:40:21 GMT -5
For years, the wrestling world has witnessed greatness, brilliance and countless hours of physical advancements... .. .. and then we have Ryan.
Ryan Keys is hanging out. Literally, the former champion his hanging upside down on some pull up bars at a local gym in Vegas. His muscled body is tensed yet his face stays calm as he breathes in deeply, Zen and collected, Keys stays concentrated. Even if phone going off like crazy isn’t breaking his concentration… at least not that much.
"So… there’s no script… Am I missing something?"
He says while his cold eyes slowly open to focus on the camera directly in front of him. WIth thoughts running through his mind, Ryan exhales a breath and tightened his core in a display of control and strength as his muscles show. Snake like tattoos surrounding his arms yet one is bandaged from a recent unscripted predicament.
"Something about the unscripted show confuses me a bit. I think about it and all I ask is, Why isn’t there a script? Has there always been a script in wrestling? Who wrote it?Why haven’t I seen it ever? So trust me when I say that I’m gonna get answers to these questions sooner or later.”
Hanging now by one leg holding him in place, Ryan uses his flexibility to take himselfs down and land gracefully on his feet without a sounds. He wipes his brow before resting his hands on his hips as he paces. Black shorts hung very low on him, though it was not distracting him in the slightest. His face looks like e’s deep in thought, when in reality he’s wondering if he left his boy Harley some food and water before he left.
"That’s right, let's get this over with. Rise came, I gave it my all and eventually I fell. Funny Thing about those in the bottom though. They always find a way to climb back up when you least expect it. But I left with a reminder, and my record is set in stone. My rematch is already settled without having me ask for it, but that’s for my manager to work with. I’ll get to be a champion again, and I’ll do it the same way i’ve always done it. By earning it. It’s the way I go by. But that’s for another time. Right now I’m more focused on this unscripted business. It’s gonna bug the hell out of me until I know why it’s called unscripted. So my first plan of action is to face Izzy Rocks in hopes that she knows what the hell is going on in this show.”
He takes a deep breath and slowly walks off to grab a towel as a smirk tugs on his lips. His ice cold gaze pierces through while Ryan wipes the towel over his body. It’s a mystery as to why everything he does looks seductive, but just look at him.
"Truth be told, I don't know a lot about Izzy. I’ve seen her around, I've tried talking to her but she just has a weird look on her face and turns away. I don’know why. Maybe I should have worn pants. Anyway, there’s something about her spunky and upbeat style in the ring that makes me wonder if she’s doing that from a script. She had to have learned it from somewhere, right? And that’s just what I wanna find out. I’m getting to the bottom of this mystery and there’s nothing that’s going to stop me.”
He has his reasons as Ryan tosses his towel and lets out a long sigh once he picks up his gym bag from the bench nearby. His phone buzzes with his manager's number flashing from it. There couldn't be another autograph signing already, he just got done with five this week.
"So, Izzy I hope you’re ready. And if you do have the script you should read it very carefully. There is nothing in it that can describe what I do and how I do it in the ring. It’s bet that you just hand the script over and we can go on like this never happened. Because of course, this is unscripted.”
Ryan winks at the direction of the camera, still looking like he's coming on to it while he grabs his gear and starts to walk off screen. His phone still rings in the distance with no indication if he’ll ever answer it or not. The mystery will continue.
"Someone took my script!"
Ryan Keys is hanging out. Literally, the former champion his hanging upside down on some pull up bars at a local gym in Vegas. His muscled body is tensed yet his face stays calm as he breathes in deeply, Zen and collected, Keys stays concentrated. Even if phone going off like crazy isn’t breaking his concentration… at least not that much.
"So… there’s no script… Am I missing something?"
He says while his cold eyes slowly open to focus on the camera directly in front of him. WIth thoughts running through his mind, Ryan exhales a breath and tightened his core in a display of control and strength as his muscles show. Snake like tattoos surrounding his arms yet one is bandaged from a recent unscripted predicament.
"Something about the unscripted show confuses me a bit. I think about it and all I ask is, Why isn’t there a script? Has there always been a script in wrestling? Who wrote it?Why haven’t I seen it ever? So trust me when I say that I’m gonna get answers to these questions sooner or later.”
Hanging now by one leg holding him in place, Ryan uses his flexibility to take himselfs down and land gracefully on his feet without a sounds. He wipes his brow before resting his hands on his hips as he paces. Black shorts hung very low on him, though it was not distracting him in the slightest. His face looks like e’s deep in thought, when in reality he’s wondering if he left his boy Harley some food and water before he left.
"That’s right, let's get this over with. Rise came, I gave it my all and eventually I fell. Funny Thing about those in the bottom though. They always find a way to climb back up when you least expect it. But I left with a reminder, and my record is set in stone. My rematch is already settled without having me ask for it, but that’s for my manager to work with. I’ll get to be a champion again, and I’ll do it the same way i’ve always done it. By earning it. It’s the way I go by. But that’s for another time. Right now I’m more focused on this unscripted business. It’s gonna bug the hell out of me until I know why it’s called unscripted. So my first plan of action is to face Izzy Rocks in hopes that she knows what the hell is going on in this show.”
He takes a deep breath and slowly walks off to grab a towel as a smirk tugs on his lips. His ice cold gaze pierces through while Ryan wipes the towel over his body. It’s a mystery as to why everything he does looks seductive, but just look at him.
"Truth be told, I don't know a lot about Izzy. I’ve seen her around, I've tried talking to her but she just has a weird look on her face and turns away. I don’know why. Maybe I should have worn pants. Anyway, there’s something about her spunky and upbeat style in the ring that makes me wonder if she’s doing that from a script. She had to have learned it from somewhere, right? And that’s just what I wanna find out. I’m getting to the bottom of this mystery and there’s nothing that’s going to stop me.”
He has his reasons as Ryan tosses his towel and lets out a long sigh once he picks up his gym bag from the bench nearby. His phone buzzes with his manager's number flashing from it. There couldn't be another autograph signing already, he just got done with five this week.
"So, Izzy I hope you’re ready. And if you do have the script you should read it very carefully. There is nothing in it that can describe what I do and how I do it in the ring. It’s bet that you just hand the script over and we can go on like this never happened. Because of course, this is unscripted.”
Ryan winks at the direction of the camera, still looking like he's coming on to it while he grabs his gear and starts to walk off screen. His phone still rings in the distance with no indication if he’ll ever answer it or not. The mystery will continue.
