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"Finding my way"
Location: Unknown bar
[Off Camera]
There was that smell again, watered down whiskey and old wood from the stools gathered around as it's done for years. Ryan stepped through the doors of a random pub to drown out his latest loss. A soft tune was played to create an gloomy atmosphere, at the hanging lights did nothing to light up the room. It wasn't the most luxurious place, it wasn't the biggest place, though it was the place the falling star found. As the rest of the people there stared blankly at some random football game, Ryan found himself a comfortable seat by the bar. Dank air and musk surrounded the area as the people mumbled to themselves in their own little world. Thick clouds of smoke, hinting of cheap cigars clouded most of the place though the blue eyed man thought things could be worse.
Ordering himself a bourbon, he tried to drown out the conversation from the man to his left. Those Irish tones made him chuckle as this place was just missing an old- drunken Irishman spitting tales of his old days. Once his drink was presented by the overly provocative bartender Ryan paid no attention to her advances as he much preferred to take a drink, never did he listen to the man next to him who seemed to be talking towards him.
The Irishman kept attempting to talk with the guy next to him but he didn't seem to be even budging towards him. Fine, the environment was quite loud and he was just probably not speaking out enough for the man to hear. The men were talking to loud, but for an Irish establishment that was the normal. Irish people were known to be the loudest and drunkest people around. They were so loud that you couldn't hear yourself think. The Irishman decided that to get Ryan's attention, he'd probably have to get physical or something.
"Oi! Why ya bein' rude, lad?" The man spoke in his Irish accent. He even tapped Ryan's arm twice to try and make him look at him. This Irishman had noticed that the man seemed to be in some sort of bad mood due to him not even paying a bit of attention to the nice looking woman serving the drinks.
"What's the matter, lad? Why lookin' so... well... down?" The man asked as he placed his hand on the superstar's shoulder, an eyebrow raised in question as he looked at him.
Ryan's trance was interrupted by the man's constant chatter towards him. The old fool was probably drunk of his mind and wanting another hopeless fool to talk his ear off. The tattooed man turned to share an ice cold stare, yet deep down he was surprised by the man's young demeanor. If he didn't know better he could saw the man was roughly around his age.
His facial features twitched despite the revelation that occurred. Rolling his shoulder his eyes stayed glaring daggers at the man naturally. "Yeah, it's a bar. What else are people here for? I can bet you that each person here has a problem they're drinkin' away. "
Resting his elbows over the old wooden counter his variety of tattoos showed from his shirt. Letting out a sigh he had a feeling that he couldn't shake this guy off him if he tried."Drinkin's what people do."
The Irishman was obviously used to the attitude the man was giving him. He laughed briefly since he wasn't taking anything to heart but he just seemed to want to listen instead of speaking. The man that was next to him seemed to be rather angry and tense.
"I come here just for fun. It reminds me of home actually." The Irishman said before having his hand out for Ryan to shake. "Name's Bray." The Irishman had decided to go with his given name instead of his ring name, Bray Murphy, due to wanting to keep it low. "I can actually tell people's problems, well... most of them."
Bray couldn't stop noticing the man's tattoos, they seemed to be pretty cool. Though he'd never think of inking his own pale white skin due to it probably not looking good on him. He found himself paying more attention to them than anything else. "Nice lookin' tattoos ya got there."
Exchanging names and sitting up a bit, Ryan had a certain fondness for his artwork. It was the quickest way to get on the young superstars good side. "You got good taste." Moving his tattooed arm he showed it off a bit more. "Most of them I did myself. The rest were drawn b me."
Taking his drink once more he thought that a random stranger at a bar couldn't do anything to shaken his mood. The guy was probably drunk anyway. Tasting the remaining liquid off his lips, Ryan turned to face the man that felt so inclined to talk to him. Upon hearing his name he nodded, never being good with more than one name give.
"Bray, huh. Could you be any more Irish?" That was meant to sound sarcastic as Ryan tried to find something interesting to keep him from standing up and walk away. "You're a long way from home."
The man's attention was fully on the tattooed male, looking very attentively to the tattoos as they were shown to him. "Yer very artistic, I gotta give ya that." He spoke, giving the male a bright smile. He could appreciate art when he could see it and the tattoos were clearly good.
Bray wasn't sure whether to feel offended or just laugh at the Irish comment, he decided for the latter since the other male did seem like he needed someone to talk to. "Bray Murphy, yeah... pretty much Irish. I know."
The Irishman had moved around quite a lot due to work and some other reasons, more personal than anything else and he wasn't going to tell all that just in a meeting. "I'm workin'. I wrestle..." That was all he said before signaling the bartender to fill in his glass once more. He had a massive tolerance to alcohol.
At least the man was good for a laugh. Ryan relaxed a bit and returned to his drink as he let the Irishman talk. He wasn't that vocal away from the cameras and watchful eyes of the people. It seemed that the man next to him didn't know who he was.
"A wrestler. You any good? Gotta say, it's a rough business." Ryan said while ignoring the refill given to him without asking. His ice cold eyes stared at the bartender until she moved away with a snicker. Seems he was losing his intimidation towards other people.
"At times I wonder why I even started to wrestle. But what about you? Why do you do it?" There was slight hint of curiosity in his voice as he threw caution to the wind.
Bray didn't really brag about things he had done in the past, though he was good alright. Even had been a champion for a while. Also winning another title but dropping out of it due to being injured. He wasn't sure how he'd say all that and be quick with it.
"Well... I don' want to brag but... I did get two titles some time ago." He gave the woman a smile as she filled his drink and then nodded at her, he could tell that Ryan wasn't too into her, making him laugh. "Women these days, am I right?"
Bray took a sip from his glass and paused for a moment, it wasn't like he didn't know why he did it but he didn't actually know how to explain it. "To me.. It's a passion. I love wrestlin', it's the only thing I'm good at." Lies, the list of what he was good at was quite long. "What brought you into the industry? That should be what keeps ya goin'."
Ryan chuckled to himself as that same thing is what people keep saying. “What keeps me going, huh?â€
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Moments Later
"Here I am again. It seems that no matter what I do, no matter how much I hide away from the spot light, it just keeps coming back. I should feel honored. Catching peoples eyes is what half the people around Sin City have been wanting since they step between those ropes. Their names getting chanted, boo'ed for most, but attention nonetheless. But with the spot light comes moment where it shows your triumphs. Memories you can look back and see yourself at the top. Still... wit those moments of glory something else shines too. Those moments when you slip up and let everything crash right in front of your face. Humiliation an defeat. Those get shown as well."
Ryan breathed deeply as he rested his hand against his head as he nodded. Blue eyes shined purely as the spot light above showed more of his body as he was wearing nothing but black letters written all over. All of them showing negative comments.
"The things you show are not what people see. A good kick, a nice pin fails in comparison to falling on your face or batching something simple like a collar and elbow lock up. Those moments take longer to go away. And in this coming match... we all have these moments that will show. Each one of us has a less than flattering angle about us in our career."
He nodded and focused his eyes while tilting his head up.
"Travis Nathaniel Andrews. You've shown promise. The camera loves you... it's pretty much the only thing that loves you more than yourself. You shine brightly every time you come out there and talk to your hearts content. You're very good at that. But... in all that spotlight, we still see the man that has lost a critical match in his career and has gone away, then came back, climbed to glory... then gone away again when he lost. It's a repeated cycle that you're on, and it's not the wrong one to be in. Yet people remember you going away and come back as if nothing had happened, denying your loses. That can only lead your to the same cycle you've been on."
Ryan switched it up and now the camera shoots him from behind, showing his muscular structure even more.
"Then we have Steve Ramone. A man that doesn't lat anything in his life step away from the spotlight. He practically shoves his career and personal life down peoples throats just so he can get his fame solidified. Those actions are of a man that is afraid of people forgetting about him. A man who's inconsistencies will plague him until his career ends. I still see you are the man to beat, but I don't beat you to climb up the stairs of glory, no. I beat you to prove that I haven't slipped further down that I already was, above you."
Changing to a shot from above, Ryan stayed still in his stance as he showed his flaws for people to see.
"When the spotlight falls on me... this is what people see. A body. It doesn't matter what I do, what I've done, or what I will do, I'm just going to be a body for people to look at. A gem in SCW who will have his chance to shine until he's put back in a box until people demand to see him yet again. But that is not me. I will prove that I can be someone here, and I will prove that I am respected."
Taking a deeper breath that displayed more of his body working, Ryan stared up at the camera where is eyes shined a deeper shade of icy blue than before. A cold stare for a man who's fire turned blue.
"Win or lose... I will make a different and find my way. I'll prove it."