Post by King Mamba on Jan 29, 2010 18:55:32 GMT -5
gloomy days are not party days e-man >=([/size]
Yes it was painful. Having felt the way he did, having it felt straight back to him, but then it being ripped from right in front of him. It was like a dream where your chasing something but you can't catch up to it. It was an excruciating reality, not being able to latch onto it, that had made Ryan go into recluse mode for the better part of the time after the incident. Yes the LA Star had been in the middle of having one of the, if not, the best nights in his life when some blast from the past had to come onto the scene and took it straight from him. How sad, right? Too bad there wasn‘t anybody to cheer him up, because even picking up the win versus Kevin Dahlia hadn‘t cheered Black up. He had even called it a fluke victory, not even thinking that Dahlia was trying. Ryan was on the verge of thinking Kevin had thrown the match to let Ryan feel better, but Black knew that not even one of his close friends would do that; Ryan knew he wouldn‘t do that if he were in the opposite situation either. Now he sat in his hotel room, on his bed, looking up the ceiling, counting the ceiling tiles on the roof, but not counting the time left until he‘d be facing off in a rematch of Fusion against Kevin Dahlia that would be for the UltraViolent Championship. The title that Black was prepared to win, but Dahlia was not willing to part with without a fight to death, or as close as you can get.
This would be for all the marbles, and laying there with black Jordan gym shorts, a plain white t-shirt and black Nike socks, Black knew he couldn‘t get much training done this way. He at least knew his match was in a few days, and had made it across the pond for some promotional things and maybe to try and fix a deal for an endorsement deal; the LA Star had plans to go International.. Dozens of groupies had lined up for Black, all he had to do was pick his choice of the bunch, or all of them, and he‘d be able to sleep with them no strings attacked. Because of Black‘s sudden maturity, he was down and out on the possibility of having fun. Just as Black was getting up to grab the remote control from across the room, to the Plasma screen television mounted on the wall, the door into the room was opened with low beeping noise from the security system. Ryan instinctively pulled up his hands, ready for anything unexpected, but it was just Immanuel Jackson. Black shrugged him off and threw himself onto the bed before getting back up to a seated position and staring awkwardly at E-Man who had comfortably seated himself on the couch a little ways away, looking cheery and sticking something into his black jacket pocket.
laSTARRIN`ryanBLACK
Dude… How the fuck could you have gotten in here?
E-Man just looked over at Ryan, a little puzzled at first, but soon extracted what he had stuck into his pocket earlier; a manager’s Master Card, which grants access to any and all rooms of the hotel. Black was still a little puzzled at how Jackson had come across this, and Immanuel seemed to know what Ryan was thinking and decided to answer.
E-Man
It‘s the Master Card for every room. Snatched it from the Manager as he told me he couldn‘t let me in. You haven‘t answered your phone in a while and thought you‘d gone Michael Jackson and died or something. So here I am! What‘s up for tonight. Night before a Pay-Per-View, Uprising II. You‘re 1-0 at this CGS Pay-Per-View‘s aren‘t you? That‘s a cause to celebrate. Let‘s hit up a European Club, get some girls and bang bang, skeet skeet the hell outta them.
Ryan would have taken that in a heartbeat a few weeks ago. Needing only a good half an hour to get dressed, but Black was on emo-mode now. He didn‘t feel like having meaningless sex. He wanted a mature, serious relationship with Tracy Lavine; the girl he had known for as long as he could remember. Plus, it was this crazy wild night that had ruined the relationship for him, so he was a little pissed at his old self for being so promiscuous. Black just sat back, throwing the remote control to the other side of the bed and not even bothering with the television.
laSTARRIN`ryanBLACK
Dude, I don‘t feel like doing any of that shit right now. Maybe not ever again. Just tiring. I need to grow up at some point and take life seriously. Not as some wild out of control star, but more of a role model type figure who does his thing in the ring, promotes some kind of purpose and keeps it serious with girls.
Ryan was looking E-Man straight in the eyes as he said this, but E-Man couldn‘t believe Ryan was being serious and laughed. He chuckled calmly as the laughter died within him after a few seconds. Jackson wiped his eyes, thinking Black was playing some kind of practical joke on him. Hell it had been just two weeks ago when they had gone out too party, and Black had taken him to meet A -List celebrities in Los Angeles. E-Man then became a little serious as Black let out a low gasp, and comfortably laid on his bed.
E-Man
So you’re serious about this no-partying crap? What the hell happened? You and Steve use to be the guys who’d be the first out on the town, and the first back in the hotel room’s having sex with somebody? You two were the men who introduced me to this wonderful life, and now you both are kinda backin’ out of it. What the fuck’s up with this? The world has gone fuckin’ made. Next thing we know, Dr. Cube and DJ Hipp will be thinkin’ they can rap or some shit. This is a bunch of bullshit and a nice and crazy night outta slap you out of it. Hell let’s get Storme too. You guys are going to party whether you like it or not. What the fuck is happening!?
Ryan couldn’t find words to tell E-Man what had happened. He hadn’t told many people what had happened, although before he had received some advice from Storme; Black had not called him afterwards to tell him how it went, it would probably be a very depressing talk with Storme, who had his own problems, not counting Kyle Evers at Uprising II.
laSTARRIN`ryanBLACK
Look dude, you can go out if you want, but I ain‘t. I‘ve been havin‘ some problems you don‘t want to hear about and crap. Go do your thing, get ready for your match or whatever. I just don‘t feel like doing shit. Take Steve if he wants, but I‘d leave him alone. He‘s gotta face Kyle freakin‘ Evers for the World Title. That‘s harsh enough, without the partying and sex.
E-Man knew not to give up. He knew Black would want to go partying and that he wanted too, deep down. Jackson just had to dig at it until the LA Star was doing what he could do second best, have fun! Immanuel quickly went into the closet close to him and went through the clothes Ryan had hanging there. It wasn’t much, just clothes set up for any occasion. Jackson picked out a black button down polo, dark blue jeans, and from the bottom of the closet took some Air Jordan’s. He pulled Black up off the bed and took a quick smell. He deemed him ready after spraying some cologne around Black‘s chest, and started to dress Black. Ryan was so stunned by this sudden attack on him, he just let E-Man pull his shirt and pants on, followed by tying up the shoes, which had to be done twice because E-Man had placed them on the wrong feet. Jackson slaps Ryan straight up in the face and pulls him up to his feet. Immanuel nodded a little, before throwing Black‘s aviators into Ryan‘s hands.
E-Man
Look you can either sit here and cry about this shit or you can let it all fall into the place you want them, but do it while you have fun. Come on, nothing wrong with getting your mind distracted. This will get your mind off that and might get you prepped and ready for your match. No use being a little bitch about it. Take it like a fucking man.. Take it like the LA Star would! Meet the problem head on, and ram that shit down, stomp on it, pick it up, and give it an LA Bomb! Now, we‘re leaving in a few minutes, after I take a leak.
E-Man left Black in wonder, just standing there, as E-Man pushed passed Black and made his way into the bathroom. Ryan had a determined look on his face. One that said his mind was suddenly set on something he wouldn‘t back off on. He was going to do as E-Man had said. Somehow, Jackson had done what Black had deeply wanted to happen; someone making him do this, making him feel well enough and up to party. The LA Star was about to show England how the fuck they did it across the fucking pond.
laSTARRIN`ryanBLACK
Fuck this! I‘m the LA Star and should be going out and having fun before a fucking match! Imma do it like E-Man said, just meet the problem head on and smash right through it. And my problems will fall into place, I fucking know it. I didn‘t give in when my dad died, I didn‘t give in when I was supposed to be on probation for getting into that street fight. I don‘t sit around and bitch about shit, I go out, kick ass, and party. If it wasn‘t meant to be, alright, no more bitching. Too bad for Kevin Dahlia, I was going into the match in a lousy mood, surely heading for defeat, but now, he better be set for the match of his life thanks to E-Man. The LA Star is back, better than before, which can hardly be matched!
Suddenly fired up, Black took his coat from inside the closet, swung it over his back, placing his arms into the sleeves, placed his Aviators over his face and made his way out of the room. Just as the door closed behind him the one to the bathroom was opened up, and E-Man zipping up his pants walked out.
E-Man
Hurry up, we‘re leaving whether you…Ryan? Ryan?
Jackson looked around the room for Black, and found no traces of him. He sat on the bed, and laid there for a while, a little depressed at how Ryan had suddenly forgotten him, the man who had fired him up and encouraged him to go out and have fun while he still could and to not be a bitchy depressed asshole.
[/size]This would be for all the marbles, and laying there with black Jordan gym shorts, a plain white t-shirt and black Nike socks, Black knew he couldn‘t get much training done this way. He at least knew his match was in a few days, and had made it across the pond for some promotional things and maybe to try and fix a deal for an endorsement deal; the LA Star had plans to go International.. Dozens of groupies had lined up for Black, all he had to do was pick his choice of the bunch, or all of them, and he‘d be able to sleep with them no strings attacked. Because of Black‘s sudden maturity, he was down and out on the possibility of having fun. Just as Black was getting up to grab the remote control from across the room, to the Plasma screen television mounted on the wall, the door into the room was opened with low beeping noise from the security system. Ryan instinctively pulled up his hands, ready for anything unexpected, but it was just Immanuel Jackson. Black shrugged him off and threw himself onto the bed before getting back up to a seated position and staring awkwardly at E-Man who had comfortably seated himself on the couch a little ways away, looking cheery and sticking something into his black jacket pocket.
laSTARRIN`ryanBLACK
Dude… How the fuck could you have gotten in here?
E-Man just looked over at Ryan, a little puzzled at first, but soon extracted what he had stuck into his pocket earlier; a manager’s Master Card, which grants access to any and all rooms of the hotel. Black was still a little puzzled at how Jackson had come across this, and Immanuel seemed to know what Ryan was thinking and decided to answer.
E-Man
It‘s the Master Card for every room. Snatched it from the Manager as he told me he couldn‘t let me in. You haven‘t answered your phone in a while and thought you‘d gone Michael Jackson and died or something. So here I am! What‘s up for tonight. Night before a Pay-Per-View, Uprising II. You‘re 1-0 at this CGS Pay-Per-View‘s aren‘t you? That‘s a cause to celebrate. Let‘s hit up a European Club, get some girls and bang bang, skeet skeet the hell outta them.
Ryan would have taken that in a heartbeat a few weeks ago. Needing only a good half an hour to get dressed, but Black was on emo-mode now. He didn‘t feel like having meaningless sex. He wanted a mature, serious relationship with Tracy Lavine; the girl he had known for as long as he could remember. Plus, it was this crazy wild night that had ruined the relationship for him, so he was a little pissed at his old self for being so promiscuous. Black just sat back, throwing the remote control to the other side of the bed and not even bothering with the television.
laSTARRIN`ryanBLACK
Dude, I don‘t feel like doing any of that shit right now. Maybe not ever again. Just tiring. I need to grow up at some point and take life seriously. Not as some wild out of control star, but more of a role model type figure who does his thing in the ring, promotes some kind of purpose and keeps it serious with girls.
Ryan was looking E-Man straight in the eyes as he said this, but E-Man couldn‘t believe Ryan was being serious and laughed. He chuckled calmly as the laughter died within him after a few seconds. Jackson wiped his eyes, thinking Black was playing some kind of practical joke on him. Hell it had been just two weeks ago when they had gone out too party, and Black had taken him to meet A -List celebrities in Los Angeles. E-Man then became a little serious as Black let out a low gasp, and comfortably laid on his bed.
E-Man
So you’re serious about this no-partying crap? What the hell happened? You and Steve use to be the guys who’d be the first out on the town, and the first back in the hotel room’s having sex with somebody? You two were the men who introduced me to this wonderful life, and now you both are kinda backin’ out of it. What the fuck’s up with this? The world has gone fuckin’ made. Next thing we know, Dr. Cube and DJ Hipp will be thinkin’ they can rap or some shit. This is a bunch of bullshit and a nice and crazy night outta slap you out of it. Hell let’s get Storme too. You guys are going to party whether you like it or not. What the fuck is happening!?
Ryan couldn’t find words to tell E-Man what had happened. He hadn’t told many people what had happened, although before he had received some advice from Storme; Black had not called him afterwards to tell him how it went, it would probably be a very depressing talk with Storme, who had his own problems, not counting Kyle Evers at Uprising II.
laSTARRIN`ryanBLACK
Look dude, you can go out if you want, but I ain‘t. I‘ve been havin‘ some problems you don‘t want to hear about and crap. Go do your thing, get ready for your match or whatever. I just don‘t feel like doing shit. Take Steve if he wants, but I‘d leave him alone. He‘s gotta face Kyle freakin‘ Evers for the World Title. That‘s harsh enough, without the partying and sex.
E-Man knew not to give up. He knew Black would want to go partying and that he wanted too, deep down. Jackson just had to dig at it until the LA Star was doing what he could do second best, have fun! Immanuel quickly went into the closet close to him and went through the clothes Ryan had hanging there. It wasn’t much, just clothes set up for any occasion. Jackson picked out a black button down polo, dark blue jeans, and from the bottom of the closet took some Air Jordan’s. He pulled Black up off the bed and took a quick smell. He deemed him ready after spraying some cologne around Black‘s chest, and started to dress Black. Ryan was so stunned by this sudden attack on him, he just let E-Man pull his shirt and pants on, followed by tying up the shoes, which had to be done twice because E-Man had placed them on the wrong feet. Jackson slaps Ryan straight up in the face and pulls him up to his feet. Immanuel nodded a little, before throwing Black‘s aviators into Ryan‘s hands.
E-Man
Look you can either sit here and cry about this shit or you can let it all fall into the place you want them, but do it while you have fun. Come on, nothing wrong with getting your mind distracted. This will get your mind off that and might get you prepped and ready for your match. No use being a little bitch about it. Take it like a fucking man.. Take it like the LA Star would! Meet the problem head on, and ram that shit down, stomp on it, pick it up, and give it an LA Bomb! Now, we‘re leaving in a few minutes, after I take a leak.
E-Man left Black in wonder, just standing there, as E-Man pushed passed Black and made his way into the bathroom. Ryan had a determined look on his face. One that said his mind was suddenly set on something he wouldn‘t back off on. He was going to do as E-Man had said. Somehow, Jackson had done what Black had deeply wanted to happen; someone making him do this, making him feel well enough and up to party. The LA Star was about to show England how the fuck they did it across the fucking pond.
laSTARRIN`ryanBLACK
Fuck this! I‘m the LA Star and should be going out and having fun before a fucking match! Imma do it like E-Man said, just meet the problem head on and smash right through it. And my problems will fall into place, I fucking know it. I didn‘t give in when my dad died, I didn‘t give in when I was supposed to be on probation for getting into that street fight. I don‘t sit around and bitch about shit, I go out, kick ass, and party. If it wasn‘t meant to be, alright, no more bitching. Too bad for Kevin Dahlia, I was going into the match in a lousy mood, surely heading for defeat, but now, he better be set for the match of his life thanks to E-Man. The LA Star is back, better than before, which can hardly be matched!
Suddenly fired up, Black took his coat from inside the closet, swung it over his back, placing his arms into the sleeves, placed his Aviators over his face and made his way out of the room. Just as the door closed behind him the one to the bathroom was opened up, and E-Man zipping up his pants walked out.
E-Man
Hurry up, we‘re leaving whether you…Ryan? Ryan?
Jackson looked around the room for Black, and found no traces of him. He sat on the bed, and laid there for a while, a little depressed at how Ryan had suddenly forgotten him, the man who had fired him up and encouraged him to go out and have fun while he still could and to not be a bitchy depressed asshole.
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So Patrick Bateman thinks he can intimidate me by beating up some girl, who he calls Ryan Black. Wow, you've got a serious case of mistaken identity muther fucker. Ryan Black will be the man that'll be punching you in teh face, slamming you into the mat, and then pinning you for the one two three. Ryan Black will be the one assassinating you in the ring, the one actually fighting back. Ryan Black, the LA Star is a man with a penis, unlike his opponent. Black isn't some defenseles girl you fucking lunatic. Instead of beating up on people lets see if you can beat on me, idiot. It's people that you that make whites look bad. Go see a shrink, you'll have more time, cause after I beat you you won't be in anormal hospital. More like a lunatic hospital.
I'm ready to face you, wether you bring the same attitude to teh ring as last time or not. You may have attacked me but that won't be done this week. I'll be ready and you can't be hiding behind the scared tactics of someone frantic to make his mark on a place he doesn't belong. I'm Ready. I'm Ryan Black.
So Patrick Bateman thinks he can intimidate me by beating up some girl, who he calls Ryan Black. Wow, you've got a serious case of mistaken identity muther fucker. Ryan Black will be the man that'll be punching you in teh face, slamming you into the mat, and then pinning you for the one two three. Ryan Black will be the one assassinating you in the ring, the one actually fighting back. Ryan Black, the LA Star is a man with a penis, unlike his opponent. Black isn't some defenseles girl you fucking lunatic. Instead of beating up on people lets see if you can beat on me, idiot. It's people that you that make whites look bad. Go see a shrink, you'll have more time, cause after I beat you you won't be in anormal hospital. More like a lunatic hospital.
I'm ready to face you, wether you bring the same attitude to teh ring as last time or not. You may have attacked me but that won't be done this week. I'll be ready and you can't be hiding behind the scared tactics of someone frantic to make his mark on a place he doesn't belong. I'm Ready. I'm Ryan Black.
