Keys at the airport
LOCATION: Miami International Airport
CAMERA: Off
An Airport. Of course it had to be another airport. Ryan hated airports. And here’s why…
Although it was late, or early depending on who you asked, the blinding white lights from the eerie ceiling lights with in the Miami Airport was the only source of light the cold private room had to offer. The word “Private” is used loosely since he can feel at least 3, no, 4 pairs of eyes staring at him from somewhere. Out of thousands of people that come in and out of the airport 24/7, the majority of them being normal people, businessmen, families, honeymooners, etc. This Airport, and many others just like it had a certain affinity of stopping SCW’s unlucky star, Ryan Keys. And tonight was no different.
He crossed his arms across his chest and huffed a breath into his collarbone, relishing in the momentary warmth that spread over his skin. He was definitely not content with his nakedness at the moment. It was bad enough that before he even go to the airport he was wearing something that left nothing to the imagination, and he was a bit cold, but now it’s just ridiculous. Throw a guy a sweater or something for fuck sake…. Or not, it’s whatever. Sadists.
Ryan couldn’t find it in himself to care all that much; as long as he got on the next Climax Control on time he was good. He was finally getting another chance at being the #1 contender for the Roulette title. That’s all he cared about at this point.
A shiver ran through him, very rudely interrupting his thoughts and drawing his attention back to how damn freezing it was. His legs were definitely shaking and he was exhausted. Keys had worked every night this week and even picked up a nice photo shoot that SCW bossman, Christian allowed him to do. But at this moment he needed sleep.
Shifting a bit to the sound of a door opening, Ryan smiled at the news of his release. It was about time they let him go. His “Through” search ended hours ago. He dressed quickly in his overly ripped dark jeans and white tank top, and zipped on his boots before rushing out the door.
He walked quickly. There was no telling if he would make his flight or not. Hopefully he did, and even more he would find where his terminal was. This was another reason Ryan hated airports. They were almost impossible for him to figure out. The directories didn’t make any sense, and everybody that he stopped to ask for directions gave him little to no information. And yet he made it… somehow. The details are fuzzy.
Ryan walked around the terminal for his flight until a sudden voice from behind him made Keys stop in his tracks. A woman definitely. Chances were that she was just a fan…
“Sir?" She said. Ryan turned around and smiled at her. Oh please let it be a fan. A very airport lady dressed fan. “Sorry for the inconvenience, but you have been randomly selected for an additional private screening. Please come this way.”
“But I…”
The lady didn’t even let him protest before Ryan was once again shoved into his THIRD additional private screening.
And this is why Ryan really REALLY hates airports.
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Keys’s not so public announcement
LOCATION: Okayama, Japan. Climax Control backstage area
CAMERA: ON
Roulette time. Or better said, thing that spins around and tells you what to do. At the moment no one knew what the terror wheel had in store for Keys, but chances were that it wasn’t going to be pretty. Speaking of things not being pretty, he once again faces Matt Spears. Who for some reason decided to give away his #1 contender stop like some kind of cheap sweepstakes giveaway prize… Don’t ask, just go with it.
The Backstage area was weirdly empty. No one would have guessed that merely hours ago this place was full of interviews, cat fight, a Milf teddy bear, shameless flirting, horrible Sailor Moon cosplay and a broken vending machine that was dreadfully out of Rolos. The camera spotted Ryan keys walking around, surprisingly still wearing his “Hotwire” T-shirt and dark jeans. His captivating smile on display.
Keys:“Ladies and gentleman, I am here to talk about a very important matter. Something that Matt Spears brought up and it’s really really serious … .. .. Stupidity is a very serious issue with in Americans. Over half the population suffers from it, the other half hilarious and 1 person in particular will lose his title shot because of it. So I am doing a not so public announcement that on Climax Control #148 I will put an end to that stupidity.”
He nods his head for a moment as he looked into the camera. If these were a real public announcement he’d be reeling in the donations like crazy.
Keys:“I know, I sound like I have no respect fro Matt.- but that is not true. Several times I have heard the best of stories. He’s a real good fighter. He’s an amazing in-ring talent. He’s one of the future stars of SCW… The sad thing is that all those stories came from him. That’s 2 hours of my life that I’ll never get back. I’m surprised I lasted that long to be honest. But as a favor to the crowd I dedicated my time to learn about the people that I work with…. And I regret every second of it.
Ryan leaned his body against the wall. Confetti and happy mother’s day signs still plastered all of concrete. The clean-up crew was not going to be happy about that.
Keys:“Roulette rules… it was the cause of me losing my debut match back at Blaze Of Glory V, but for being my first casket match I think I did a pretty good job. I even found my casket size. That’s one less problem to worry about for the future. Still no one knows what kind of match that terror wheel with name. I’ve taken a look at the thing once or twice and it ranges from a normal match to something called “Viagra On a Pole” match… .. .. I don’t even wanna know, but it’s there. So in true roulette spirit I have been training myself for anything that might happen. As a showman it is my job to entertain the crowd in whatever situation I’m placed in. It’s all good on my end. I’ve been around the block a few times and… done somethings to be prepared for anything. I’m ready Don’t know about Matt, but I’m sure that he’s ready too. If he wasn’t, he wouldn’t have wanted to lose his title shot against me.”
His eyes were focused on the camera. His body is almost posing. He’s been doing that a lot lately, it maybe because of the number of photo shoots he’s been doing.
Keys:“Matt I know you… not really but let’s pretend I do. I know that you must have some sort of reason to put your title shot on the line against me. I admire that. That stupidly brave ambition to prove something, knowing that I have absolutely nothing to lose from this. Seriously I have nothing. I get a free match, a free shot at the title and a chance to put on a good show. It’s like a win/win… win. And I didn’t have to do anything under the table to get it. That’s the awesomely messed up part. Usually I’d be in the back sweet talking the boss for shots like these, but you just went on and gave it to me. I don’t know if I should laugh or shake your hand. It’s a really messed up feeling if you think about it… but I like it."
He began to laugh a little. Considering how empty the place was it created an eerie echo. It was a bit creepy. Even freaked him out a bit.
Keys:“I may sound a bit confident by saying that I have this in the bag, but… I have this in the bag. Matt I beat you once fair and square, and I can do it again. It doesn’t matter what type of match we get because I’m always ready for anything. I owe the wonderful J-pan crowd that much. These people have really welcomed the SCW roster with open arms and the cheers we get are unreal. It’s no wonder wrestling is so popular here. I wouldn’t even be surprised if someone randomly gave a chair shot another guy in the crowd. In fact I’d welcome that. Dammit…. Now I really want to see that happen. It would really make my night after I get my guaranteed shot a Tuscini… Or Ramone? I still don’t get what’s happening around them, but I’ll soon be involved somehow. The people demand it. Even Matt wasn’t to see that happen, hence our match. Things are happening for a reason and I am really surprised/proud of myself to have done nothing dirty or underhanded to get here. I am shaping up to being real a good guy after all. Who knew?
Leaning away from the wall Ryan rubbed his chin and thought for a minute. Moving his head around to juggle around his thoughts.
Keys:“Listen, listen… listen. Contrary to what little things I’ve done in SCW, I am still a competitor. It doesn’t matter how many times I get beat up or… hit in the dick, I’ll still come back up. Then I’ll feel a slight pain and I’ll go down again, but after a breather or two, and after I know that the boys are okay I’ll be fighting back no problem. Matt’s a fighter too, I know he is. If I have to fight twice as hard as to beat him again this time so be it. I’m reaching for the top. And if I have to put the good guy act aside to get the beating on somebody I will. So to anyone that faces me I say… pay attention to me at all times.- I only need one shot. One shot will seal the deal and I’ll be celebrating with the crowd all night long. You wanna know why?...
Because I’m just that good at being bad.
He smiled at the camera then turned his back, walking away from the backstage area.
