[Ryan Keys]

 21th July
Las Vegas, NV 1:00pm
Ryan’s Loft
[Off Camera]

After having a wash out on Summer XXXtreme, the Vegas native decided on kicking it back home for his week off.  The supercard on the Grand Princess cruise was a blast, he might not have won, but he things he shocked the audience in other performances. Ryan enjoyed his time on the sea, and the time he spent introducing people to Harley. He was mostly concerned about that, but it all turned out great in the end. Everything worked out, except his claim of the Roulette championship. To think he was so close.

Some much needed gym time took place over the week, earning the man a day of rest. Though he felt like he was forgetting something. Ryan was dressed in only a short pair of black Calvin Klein clinging to his lower body less than modestly. Leaning against a heavy marbled counter on his kitchen, he nursed a cup of freshly brewed coffee after he skipped on making it earlier. His piercing blue eyes started out at nothing, casually sipping at the warm liquid as his head tried to figure out what was missing. A soft tune played on the TV, though it was drowned out mostly by the snores coming from the open bedroom.  Heavily inked arms moved around as his long legs strolled across the room before he halted at a sudden noise.

“We’re late!” A scream came from the bedroom. “Why didn’t you wake me!?”

A loud thud of a body hitting the floor drew Ryan’s attention along with an ‘ouch’ that occurred after. Keys leaned against the wall with the look of amusement, a raised brow and a smirk on his face as he watched the smaller man dress unsuccessfully. He set his mug down on a nearby table with a chuckle as Ryan came closer to the man trapped by his own shirt.

“Monkey, hold still. That’s not where your head goes.”He maneuvered the hem of the shirt around until a head and two big ears appeared. Pushing the shirt down, he smiled at Harley and antic, having him dash out past him to head to the bathroom.

“Where’s the fire? We’re not late for anything.” Not that he can remember. Ryan crossed his inked arms and pondered for a while trying to think of what they could be late for. “And you always sleep until 3pm, why would I wake you?”

It couldn’t be for work. Harley’s schedule to wrestler wasn’t for another week or so, and Ryan was scheduled to fight this Sunday. He still hasn't submitted his promo entry for the show, thought it was only a click of a button away from being submitted anyway. He brought his tattooed fingers to his chin, brushing over his scruff to get an idea. Though hearing more wild crashes and ‘ouches’ behind the bathroom door it only caused him to wonder what they could be missing.

“Harley, if this is about picking up Zane, your mother told us that we can get him next week.”That heard him a muffled response that he knew how to decipher. “I did tell you… what do you mean that’s not it?”

His brows furrowed while he walked over to the door, having it open right at his face so he could stare down at the small man. The hurricane mess left around the bathroom caused him to grunt and grab the back of the shirt of the escaping man. Ryan’s patience ran thing as he pulled Harley back and trapped him in his arms. Fighting his squirms, he finally lifted him off the ground only to have him play dead and add more wait to him.

“Har… dammit! Cut that out.”He shook the other gently until he slipped out of his grasp and crashed against the bed, only to roll to the other side to get his shoes.

“We don’t have much time, we’re gonna miss it.” Harley said with a bit of urgency in his tone of voice.

Ryan exhaled audibly and wiped his hand over his face. “We’re gonna be late for what, Harley? There’s no-” He was cut off abruptly by a magazine page being shoved to his face. Ryan managed to pull it back enough to see its content,and with it the reason why Harley was rushing.

“Splatoon 2 came out today! We gotta hurry before they’re sold out!” The small man said quickly while throwing clothes from Ryan’s drawer. “Quick, get dressed!”

Now he knew why. He chuckled to himself as he looked on the release date for the sequel  Harley’s favorite game. The colorful colors were all around the page, followed but the marks on today’s date. A smile was brought to his lips as he tossed the magazine on the bed and proceeded to lift the small man over his shoulder with a grunt, followed by an endless fit of laugh from Harley.

“Then let’s get going, right now.” He huffed over to the kitchen table to grab his keys while walking over without any effort to the front door to his loft.

“Wait… but you’re not dressed.” Harley commented while his eyes stared down at him.

Ryan only laughed and opened the front door to leave out.

“I know… we got no time for that.”

The scene closed after he closed the door behind and walking out. Ryan’s neighbors were all too acquainted with Ryan’s exhibitionism. Though a few new gasp had them laughing all the way down the elevator.

20th July
Las Vegas, NV 8:00am
Ryan’s loft. (Studio room)
[On Camera]

Ryan Keys is seen in front of an easel, bare chested and hard at work as his muscles contracted and his face looked of pure concentration. Blue paint smeared on his pecs and a few placed on his inker arms, he was fully entrawled into his next work of art.  His icy cold eyes lingered over his creation as a slight smirk appeared before he spoke.

“You know, sometimes you can’t rush some things. It doesn’t matter if you get what you want first if in the end you’re not gonna walk out with it in your hands. That was my mistake. I believe in myself too much. I was confident in my abilities, I showed off my assets flawlessly, I even showed off things not TV legal. But none of that mattered in the end. I blew my chance once again, and now I’m back where I started.”

He said while grunting at another mistake made on his art piece. Frustration slowly grew on him as his quick temper acted up through his body. Ryan forced out and exhale and waited to the count of 10 to start over.

“I’m down again to the spot that I should have left a year ago when I was a rookie. But oh did my star fall from high up and crashed below. Like when Kris sprayed something in my eyes, betraying our agreement of a fair fight and making me fall in a pool. You all remember that? It was great, I was wearing white and everything was out there. It’s fine. I accept it, I lost. But I won’t accept the way I did lose. And my time will come when I get my next shot at Kris. This isn’t even about the title to me anymore.”

“On that Cruise, something happened. Something that I never thought would happen. I friended the guy. I hung out with him, we had our laugh, we drank away until he we passed out until the next morning. I thought Kris and I were cool. But now I know that I should have expected something underhanded. That was my mistake. And it won’t happen again. I’ll keep counting the days until I work my way up the ladder and face Kris again. If he’s still holding the roulette title when I do get my chance it’ll be a good bonus.”

Ryan set down his brushes and stood up to stretch his long inked limbs with a grunt. His muscles contracted with each move, showing off how much he’s worked his body to near perfection.

“Now It’s time to move back up. This time I got a new face to test. Damian Payne. Hopefully he’s not related to Chelsea Payne, because I’m looking forward to steamrolling someone in the ring, and after seeing her perform nothing would be easy.  Still, in a perfect world when he’s not related to her, I can show off on Sunday. Give the people, my hometown fans, what it means to be a Vegas performer.  This Sunday, it’s going to me my night to redeem myself and give my people the show they deserve. And there is no stopping me. I’ve been waiting for my for my opportunity to get inside the ring and beat someones ass. I know that’s what Vegas wants to see from me, that pure, uncontrollable rage with a hint of showmanship that I specialize. And I’m going to deliver.”

“Damian, you were on the Grand Princess Cruise for the Golden Briefcase match. But it’s not a good sign when no one on board remembers you in that match, hell, no one even remembers you on board. And that doesn’t sit right with me. It ticks me off when a wrestler is so hidden from the fans that they don’t even bother putting on a good show. The only redeeming quality I heard about you and your performance was that you were eliminated after Xander Bishop. That’s it. So I’m going to test you this Sunday. And I expect your A game. Or else you’ll have to face the humiliation of losing to the so called pretty boy of SCW.”

“Be ready, or I’ll gladly show you why my hometown of Vegas always has the best shows of the year.”

The scene slowly faded out to black, with Ryan’s piercing eyes still lingering for a while before the promo ended.