Post by J.D on May 4, 2018 23:00:19 GMT -5
Rebel 2
Unorthodox fuel
Unorthodox fuel
The only thing in view is a pair of hands; one palm opened being wrapped up by white tape which the other hand meticulously twisting. The only sound is a low exhale until the camera zooms out showing J.D Ryan sitting on a bench. He was hunching forward still wrapping up that hand. His jaw clenches then relaxes with another visible breath.
“When I stepped into NGW… I wasn’t looking forward to coming out of my first match with a loss weighing me down. Pretty annoying when you think everything is going to plan. One misstep can fuck you over. One second too late to react to something shoots you in the foot. Eh… I’m sure for some of my competitors it is just another step in due process... For me? Fuel to the fire. Hesitation sure as hell won’t win me any matches. At least I’m not stupid enough to not learn from my own mistakes. This means I need to react faster. When my opponent is against the ropes then I have to push until they can't stand back up. Don’t let up, do not let them breathe, if they are standing then my job isn’t done. Pretty simple. Sometimes the most obvious solutions blend into the background because we are constantly searching for something complex. Heh. I suppose that just feeds into that old saying; “We all like the struggle.” Me? I’d rather find the best solution even if it’s as simple as kicking in someone’s teeth.”
The taped up hand is raised to his mouth as he rips it away with his teeth. He sets the extra tape aside flexing out his freshly taped hands.
“Very often the other sports in my life you have to challenge more than one person at a time. Split the focus on the other team. The only true difference? Usually I have people who watch my back in return. In that ring all I have is myself but that doesn’t mean i’m unprepared. It isn’t a weakness. I’ll apply similar rules to conquer this match. Find the biggest threat, deal with them first then take out the other. Or that creative choice of using them against each other... Ehem. The only way I’ll figure out who to take down first between Blackwell and Young is to begin that match. Having a lot of wins, and holding a championship build an even threat. While accomplishments mean a certain weariness need apply— doesn’t mean someone walks into the match the same person from the last match. I’ve watched old shows proving that wince of struggle that this won’t be a walk in the park. I already know that high-flyers are a pain in the bitch. Speed is a factor in this match but if you target the legs? Speed, flipping around, no longer cause issue. I sure hope you boys are faster than I am… because I’m going to target limbs. If I remove the biggest threat: mobility— then I have an upper hand, don’t I?”
J.D chuckles curtly before pushing up from the bench. His hand reaches down lifting up his jacket. He doesn’t put it on but begins walking forward.
“This might be padding for the record books, this might be a second chance, this might a rebound from getting an brutal ass kick… For me? This is a test. This is redemption for Escalation. I don’t take too kindly to losses. Heh. What can I say? I’m not the type of guy who lets these things go. I let them stick around long enough to urge me forward. I use it as fuel to not make that mistake again. Nothing personal when I beat you both down… I’m sure one of you is accustomed to that now, right?”
More laughter from the young man as he looks up.
“I’m walking out of Unscripted victorious. Trust me.”
