Post by Ryan Keys on Apr 28, 2017 14:32:50 GMT -5
Disclaimer: The drawing used in this rp or not owned, created or property of me. Full credit for the drawing goes to it's creator,KATHERINE EVA
(@artlovershome)
Thank you ^-^
For years, the wrestling world has witnessed greatness, brilliance and countless hours of physical advancements... .. .. and then we have Ryan.
“Where did I leave the title? Fuck! Devlin is going to tear my…”
"Welcome Champ"
Backstage - medical room area, April 1st, 2017
Camera: Off
With the huge Pay-per-view behind him Ryan was overjoyed with the reaction he received. That huge pop of cheers the crowd blasted all at once not only when he won his battle royal, but he heard those cheers even louder when he captured his first title in West Coast Genesis just hours ago. In the Citizens Business Bank Arena in Ontario,Canada, Ryan Keys set a record for himself on becoming the first West Coast champion. Now having set the bar for the rest of the roster he has a large target on his back for all to aim for. All those friendly and not so friendly faces that greeted him backstage, congratulate him on such a high honor were now the very same ones that are planning to take the title away. This was a champion's curse.
Ryan could still be seen in his wrestling attire; attire consisting of not much but a tight pair of black trunks with light blue highlights hanging oddly loose on him, most likely torn from his last grueling ladder match. Not that he knew about it or minded after it was mentioned, this always happened when he got inside the ring. And on that night he fought against some of the greatest the brand had to offer. All the promotional work for the first Pay Per View of West Coast Wrestling paid off during each match leading up to the main event. It was a hell of a war against two of the best. Julianna Dimaria and Trenton Kelvin both gave Ryan a match he will not soon forget.
Sitting quietly on a medical bed Ryan tilted his head up,as he did a slight cut on his eyebrow could be seen, a bit open after the triple threat ladder match he had just wrestled in. His ribs looked browsed from being tossed around, as well as his back was killing him from the power bombing fanatic,Trenton Kelvin. WCG medical staff continued to check him over due to the extremeness of the match that happened as well as scolding him for not coming to them sooner.
“I know.. Honestly I didn’t feel this much pain earlier.”
Ryan said as he held his hand on his midsection, he was in a bit of pain now that the adrenaline had worn off his body. No matter how athletic the men and women of wrestling are they were still vulnerable to pain and suffering. And with a match like the one that just took place only a wrestler that did do much of anything left unharmed.
“Ryan, could you twist slightly or move?” The medic said, checking him over.
That request was met with an audible grunt, followed by a poor attempt on Ryan’s part before giving it a real shot. From the twisting of his face the Medic could tell he was in more pain than he was letting on. “It hurts.”
“Yes, I know it hurt. You must have worked your ribs pretty hard. These types of matches usually do that.” He kept on with procedures before deciding to wrap up Ryan’s ribs and stitch up his brow so he could leave. “Not too bad for a rookie. Usually they get banged up worse than this.”
“I’m not a rookie…”
Ryan looked up at the medic with a cold stare as he waited for him to finish.
“No need to get upset.” Continuing his work to patch Ryan up the medic took care of some minor injuries before cleaning up the injury above the eye. Before long he was finished and wrapped Ryan’s ribs in a thick layer of white bandages just for compression. Letting the young wrestler go with a notice Ryan soon got to his feet and thanked the medic before walking out of the room. With his body taken care of all he had to do was to be patient and let everything heal.
As he looked around he saw many of his wrestling coworkers wrapping up and starting to head out, laughing and smiling as they stood next to friends or family members. While they received pep talks and words of advice Ryan felt a bit absent of that. Thoughts of his uncle crossed his mind, yet the only thing that came up was the package he had to deliver later. That was a different type of target.
With a heavy sigh Ryan kept walking back to the locker room. Completely empty by now he slowly started to undress before the sound of the power rangers communicators came from his phone, drawing a smile from his lips as he immediately answered it in a bit of happiness.
"Target practice"
Ryan's appartment, April 28,2017
[On Camera]
It was a rather nice but also warming sight to stare at. Ryan, a wrestler with such a built, strong body and masculine appearance fully focused on that still, pretty blank sheet of paper of the drawing pad that was resting upon the flat surface of the table.
They say that drawing is for sensitive people, that usually when artists connect with their works it’s because they wanna share something, a feeling, their moods, anger, ideas, their imagination and much more but maybe, Ryan, through painting wants to show something else.
He paints a ‘futuristic reality’ that’s basically a trick, a misrepresented portrayal of something it actually does exist but projected into a far future no one will probably ever see.
He could’ve used many and different kind of tools that day: a Pilot Super Grip refillable, mechanical pencil to work on the smallest of the details of the drawing Ryan wanted to work on that - thanks to pencils with different types of graphite’s hardness - the work would have turned into a more realistic one by shading and blending / softening the distinctive traits of the chosen subject; pastel colors to give some life to the now featureless sheet or even use the so called ‘Gouache technique’ to show a more opaque method of painting.
“I see now. Let's get this thing going…. Maybe this can happen. No one can predict that.”
Ryan’s creativity flowed, his pencil started to design and create was his mind was imagining, bringing it that much closer to life. Blue eyes focused on the sheet of paper as lines were drawn, as they did more ideas started to come up…. Some for his up coming match. A soft smirk tugged on his lips while he kept going.
“Oh there is so much more I can do with round two. With no ladders in the way I can move all that much faster. A masterpiece can be made. I can just feel it. It’s only my third time wrestling on a live taping of WCG and I’ve managed to secure my second main event match. I wouldn’t have seen this coming…. At least I would say that if I hadn't spend hours and hours practicing on what I do best.”
His skillful hands modeled the image perfectly into what he wanted, something that only years of practice can help you achieve. Practice that Ryan has embedded into his art as well as his body. Every inch of him was worked delicately over the years just to satisfy his desire to be as trained as possible.
“I’ve been having fun as of late. Between road shows and a few get together's I think I finally feel at home in WCG. I came, I lost, won two more times, captures it’s precious work of art and now I have to defend it. I have a target on my back. That was the first thing someone said to me as soon as I left the ring. So much for having a non-hostile home, but it did make me laugh. Because as much as I am a target to others I have my own set of targets. People can’t really expect me to with the West Coast title and sit on my ass and wait for someone to challenge me. Come on, what kind of champion do people think I am?
"
He quietly thought about what he said.
“On second thought, don’t answer that.”
Chuckling to himself the scene faded, skipping ahead over the countless minutes Ryan took to perfect his drawing. Tedious some would say, but Ryan prefers to think of this as necessary. Everything he did was necessary.
“But since I do have a challenger in the form of Julianna DiMaria, so let's take a moment and figure out why. She was the last person to hit me before I won… .. .. I’m kidding, but one can wonder why she got the title shot instead of Trenton Kevin. I like to think of it as she had the most heart and heartbreak coming into our last match. For weeks I saw her on twitter saying, I will be champion this, championship that, it’ll be mine... and so on, she wanted to win and I can’t blame her, so did I. But she made one fatal mistake, one that it’s very easy for anyone to do.
He stopped his almost finished creating, feeling pleased with what he’s done and how observant he had to be to make this. His blue eyes looked up to finally stare away from the sheet of paper to make his point.
“She focused only on herself.”
Ryan smirked while grabbing the pastel colored pencils to brighten everything he’s done and give his piece some life.
“When it comes to this wrestling business it’s fairly common for someone to be all about themselves, but one must think that they aren’t in that ring alone. No, there are quite a few people in there and if she had gotten to know these people herself her chances of winning would have been better. It was just unlucky for Julianna and lucky for me that I got to know the people in that ring first. The ref, Corey Carter was one of the first people I got to know before I even signed up to WCG. Nice guy, a bit too fast to break up a submission, but that’s just because his many years of being a ref tell him to save as many careers as possible. The next guy in that match was Trenton Kevin. I only got to know him in the ring, but he got too up close and personal with me that I had to learn more about him. People can understand why I went out for him a lot more than Julianna, just because I knew how hard he would hit at his full potential. And lastly there was me. If she would have gotten to know more about me she would have known that I’m scared of height, which makes me more cautious when climbing up on high places. Trust me when I say this, but if that ladder tilted even an inch while I was getting this title I would have dropped down to the mat so fast people would forget I was even on it. But all these little details would have come in handy to her if only she relaxed and took her time to get to know people instead of making promises.”
He looked down and continued on with his drawing, painting, blending, creating details where they weren't. Ryan took his time to get to know his skills, both inside and outside the ring, which is why he can feel confident in what he can create.
“Honestly speaking I could have been facing anyone of the other wrestler in any order and combination, even with a different match stipulation and I would still painted the perfect match for myself on a pay per view. After all, entertainment is what I do, it’s what I do very well. So well that I will make another Masterpiece in my next match agaisnt my new, favorite, target…”
As he spoke he slowly lifted up the sheet of paper, admiring his work and his perfect use of detail. Raising a brown Ryan slowly turned the paper towards the camera for it to take a close look at his target.
“Target practice. Julianna has no idea how many hours I spent observing, studying and learning her just for this match. And it’s safe to say that nailed my target perfectly. This is what a bulls-eye looks like Julianna, and I’m aiming right at you. Get Hyped for it. “
(@artlovershome)
Thank you ^-^
For years, the wrestling world has witnessed greatness, brilliance and countless hours of physical advancements... .. .. and then we have Ryan.
“Where did I leave the title? Fuck! Devlin is going to tear my…”
"Welcome Champ"
Backstage - medical room area, April 1st, 2017
Camera: Off
With the huge Pay-per-view behind him Ryan was overjoyed with the reaction he received. That huge pop of cheers the crowd blasted all at once not only when he won his battle royal, but he heard those cheers even louder when he captured his first title in West Coast Genesis just hours ago. In the Citizens Business Bank Arena in Ontario,Canada, Ryan Keys set a record for himself on becoming the first West Coast champion. Now having set the bar for the rest of the roster he has a large target on his back for all to aim for. All those friendly and not so friendly faces that greeted him backstage, congratulate him on such a high honor were now the very same ones that are planning to take the title away. This was a champion's curse.
Ryan could still be seen in his wrestling attire; attire consisting of not much but a tight pair of black trunks with light blue highlights hanging oddly loose on him, most likely torn from his last grueling ladder match. Not that he knew about it or minded after it was mentioned, this always happened when he got inside the ring. And on that night he fought against some of the greatest the brand had to offer. All the promotional work for the first Pay Per View of West Coast Wrestling paid off during each match leading up to the main event. It was a hell of a war against two of the best. Julianna Dimaria and Trenton Kelvin both gave Ryan a match he will not soon forget.
Sitting quietly on a medical bed Ryan tilted his head up,as he did a slight cut on his eyebrow could be seen, a bit open after the triple threat ladder match he had just wrestled in. His ribs looked browsed from being tossed around, as well as his back was killing him from the power bombing fanatic,Trenton Kelvin. WCG medical staff continued to check him over due to the extremeness of the match that happened as well as scolding him for not coming to them sooner.
“I know.. Honestly I didn’t feel this much pain earlier.”
Ryan said as he held his hand on his midsection, he was in a bit of pain now that the adrenaline had worn off his body. No matter how athletic the men and women of wrestling are they were still vulnerable to pain and suffering. And with a match like the one that just took place only a wrestler that did do much of anything left unharmed.
“Ryan, could you twist slightly or move?” The medic said, checking him over.
That request was met with an audible grunt, followed by a poor attempt on Ryan’s part before giving it a real shot. From the twisting of his face the Medic could tell he was in more pain than he was letting on. “It hurts.”
“Yes, I know it hurt. You must have worked your ribs pretty hard. These types of matches usually do that.” He kept on with procedures before deciding to wrap up Ryan’s ribs and stitch up his brow so he could leave. “Not too bad for a rookie. Usually they get banged up worse than this.”
“I’m not a rookie…”
Ryan looked up at the medic with a cold stare as he waited for him to finish.
“No need to get upset.” Continuing his work to patch Ryan up the medic took care of some minor injuries before cleaning up the injury above the eye. Before long he was finished and wrapped Ryan’s ribs in a thick layer of white bandages just for compression. Letting the young wrestler go with a notice Ryan soon got to his feet and thanked the medic before walking out of the room. With his body taken care of all he had to do was to be patient and let everything heal.
As he looked around he saw many of his wrestling coworkers wrapping up and starting to head out, laughing and smiling as they stood next to friends or family members. While they received pep talks and words of advice Ryan felt a bit absent of that. Thoughts of his uncle crossed his mind, yet the only thing that came up was the package he had to deliver later. That was a different type of target.
With a heavy sigh Ryan kept walking back to the locker room. Completely empty by now he slowly started to undress before the sound of the power rangers communicators came from his phone, drawing a smile from his lips as he immediately answered it in a bit of happiness.
"Target practice"
Ryan's appartment, April 28,2017
[On Camera]
It was a rather nice but also warming sight to stare at. Ryan, a wrestler with such a built, strong body and masculine appearance fully focused on that still, pretty blank sheet of paper of the drawing pad that was resting upon the flat surface of the table.
They say that drawing is for sensitive people, that usually when artists connect with their works it’s because they wanna share something, a feeling, their moods, anger, ideas, their imagination and much more but maybe, Ryan, through painting wants to show something else.
He paints a ‘futuristic reality’ that’s basically a trick, a misrepresented portrayal of something it actually does exist but projected into a far future no one will probably ever see.
He could’ve used many and different kind of tools that day: a Pilot Super Grip refillable, mechanical pencil to work on the smallest of the details of the drawing Ryan wanted to work on that - thanks to pencils with different types of graphite’s hardness - the work would have turned into a more realistic one by shading and blending / softening the distinctive traits of the chosen subject; pastel colors to give some life to the now featureless sheet or even use the so called ‘Gouache technique’ to show a more opaque method of painting.
“I see now. Let's get this thing going…. Maybe this can happen. No one can predict that.”
Ryan’s creativity flowed, his pencil started to design and create was his mind was imagining, bringing it that much closer to life. Blue eyes focused on the sheet of paper as lines were drawn, as they did more ideas started to come up…. Some for his up coming match. A soft smirk tugged on his lips while he kept going.
“Oh there is so much more I can do with round two. With no ladders in the way I can move all that much faster. A masterpiece can be made. I can just feel it. It’s only my third time wrestling on a live taping of WCG and I’ve managed to secure my second main event match. I wouldn’t have seen this coming…. At least I would say that if I hadn't spend hours and hours practicing on what I do best.”
His skillful hands modeled the image perfectly into what he wanted, something that only years of practice can help you achieve. Practice that Ryan has embedded into his art as well as his body. Every inch of him was worked delicately over the years just to satisfy his desire to be as trained as possible.
“I’ve been having fun as of late. Between road shows and a few get together's I think I finally feel at home in WCG. I came, I lost, won two more times, captures it’s precious work of art and now I have to defend it. I have a target on my back. That was the first thing someone said to me as soon as I left the ring. So much for having a non-hostile home, but it did make me laugh. Because as much as I am a target to others I have my own set of targets. People can’t really expect me to with the West Coast title and sit on my ass and wait for someone to challenge me. Come on, what kind of champion do people think I am?
"
He quietly thought about what he said.
“On second thought, don’t answer that.”
Chuckling to himself the scene faded, skipping ahead over the countless minutes Ryan took to perfect his drawing. Tedious some would say, but Ryan prefers to think of this as necessary. Everything he did was necessary.
“But since I do have a challenger in the form of Julianna DiMaria, so let's take a moment and figure out why. She was the last person to hit me before I won… .. .. I’m kidding, but one can wonder why she got the title shot instead of Trenton Kevin. I like to think of it as she had the most heart and heartbreak coming into our last match. For weeks I saw her on twitter saying, I will be champion this, championship that, it’ll be mine... and so on, she wanted to win and I can’t blame her, so did I. But she made one fatal mistake, one that it’s very easy for anyone to do.
He stopped his almost finished creating, feeling pleased with what he’s done and how observant he had to be to make this. His blue eyes looked up to finally stare away from the sheet of paper to make his point.
“She focused only on herself.”
Ryan smirked while grabbing the pastel colored pencils to brighten everything he’s done and give his piece some life.
“When it comes to this wrestling business it’s fairly common for someone to be all about themselves, but one must think that they aren’t in that ring alone. No, there are quite a few people in there and if she had gotten to know these people herself her chances of winning would have been better. It was just unlucky for Julianna and lucky for me that I got to know the people in that ring first. The ref, Corey Carter was one of the first people I got to know before I even signed up to WCG. Nice guy, a bit too fast to break up a submission, but that’s just because his many years of being a ref tell him to save as many careers as possible. The next guy in that match was Trenton Kevin. I only got to know him in the ring, but he got too up close and personal with me that I had to learn more about him. People can understand why I went out for him a lot more than Julianna, just because I knew how hard he would hit at his full potential. And lastly there was me. If she would have gotten to know more about me she would have known that I’m scared of height, which makes me more cautious when climbing up on high places. Trust me when I say this, but if that ladder tilted even an inch while I was getting this title I would have dropped down to the mat so fast people would forget I was even on it. But all these little details would have come in handy to her if only she relaxed and took her time to get to know people instead of making promises.”
He looked down and continued on with his drawing, painting, blending, creating details where they weren't. Ryan took his time to get to know his skills, both inside and outside the ring, which is why he can feel confident in what he can create.
“Honestly speaking I could have been facing anyone of the other wrestler in any order and combination, even with a different match stipulation and I would still painted the perfect match for myself on a pay per view. After all, entertainment is what I do, it’s what I do very well. So well that I will make another Masterpiece in my next match agaisnt my new, favorite, target…”
As he spoke he slowly lifted up the sheet of paper, admiring his work and his perfect use of detail. Raising a brown Ryan slowly turned the paper towards the camera for it to take a close look at his target.
“Target practice. Julianna has no idea how many hours I spent observing, studying and learning her just for this match. And it’s safe to say that nailed my target perfectly. This is what a bulls-eye looks like Julianna, and I’m aiming right at you. Get Hyped for it. “