Ryan Black
Raw/Smackdown Jobber
 Number of posts : 308
Age : 30
Registration date : 2009-10-07
Points : 1650
 |  Subject: I can't think of RP titles =/  Sat Oct 17, 2009 9:56 am | |
|  The match was at the very least an hour awhile. Not many had been rumoured to be entering yet, but who knows, there were always those deadline entries. For Ryan Black, it did not matter. Thee LA Star neither knew nor cared whether the match was in 1, 2, 3 hours, minutes or even seconds. He didn't care whether there were 3 entries, 4 entries, or a very small midget entering, not that midgets could get smaller, but if they did, Black would not care. Gairet King, that other guy with the wierd name could enter, and Black knew he could beat them. That's why Ryan was so confident, not in that he'd have an unfair advantage, somebody backing him up, no, the knowledge that he could beat someone was what made him confident. Cocky some might say, but does it really matter. Did it matter that Kobe Bryant was cocky, confident, a rapist? No. He won ring number 4, 15th in Laker History, even with all the hate. Everybody was hated on, even the supposed Messiah that was , is, will be Barack Obama, even, like some kid in 'Supersize Me' called him, Jesus Christ George Bush was hated. Hate came with the territory, but it was confidence in one's abilities that keeps them going. That's where this man comes into play. This is when the LA Star is at his best and when... he wins!
The sound vibrations that the footsteps made, rebounded off the walls of the corridor. No Fusion, CGS, Exile, whatever it was called Superstar was within sight. All but one walked the corridors of the 'back' as some put it. The motive behind this little 'adventure', heading to the ring to cut and old fashioned, motherfucking ring promo. Did it matter that these were overused? No. Did Ryan Black care what others thought of him for doing this? Fuck No. Was the LA Star about to show the whole fucking world of CGS why he's here? As true as the other side of the pillow is cold. A black, 'LA Starrin' t-shirt, dark blue jeans, a pair of black and silver Air Jordan's, and the eyes hidden behind dark, reflective Aviator Shades, Ryan Black looked confident. This wasn't like his debut for DXX. No. There it had been his first match, ever. He had never been in any other worhtless promotion, and he recalled he hadn't been too nervous. Excited, yes, but not nervous. Ryan Black had grown emotionally, physically, mentally, in talent, pretty much in every aspect he could have. Thee LA Star knew he was prepared, knew he had the experience with this kind of stuff to pull out a win no matter what.He jumped up a few times, as he approached the curtains leading out to the ring and to the thousands of screaming, ready to riot if there wasn't a good show, fans. Black just grinned as he heard the crowd and thought to himself: 'just another day at work'.
Underdog by Drake began to blare over the PA System. Thee LA Star took a deep breath, and put his head down, as he slowly passed under the curtains, to hear mix of jeers and cheers from the crowd. More cheers were heard though, and this raised Black’s demeanor a little. He slowly walked, head ducked, glasses still on, to the top of the entrance ramp. Just as a certain part came up on the song, Black raised his head, knocking his hood back off, and raised the ‘gunz’ sign on each of his hands. Gold and Purple fireworks exploded down from the titantron and more pyro was shot up from either side of him, a mix of purple and gold as well. Ryan took a glance around the arena, as his hands didn’t come down. Instead, Ryan put them together, the right forming an ‘L’ to the crowd, and he placed his left index finger and them over it, to form an ‘LA’ sign. The crowd gave him a few boos, but Ryan could hear a few cheers in between the booing. Grinning or smirking, whatever you’d like to call it, Black did it as he slowly made his way down the entrance ramp, smacking hands with the fans. When he got to the base of the entrance ramp, Black took his sweater off, and threw it into the crowd. Black just stared straight ahead, toward the announcer’s table, before running straight into the ring, and sliding under the bottom rope. He stayed in position for a while, before jumping to his feet, and raising a gunz sign on his left hand. The crowd cheered, and he climbed the turnbuckle to the second rope, putting up the sign on both hands this time, and spreading them out wide. The hands then came together, as the right once again formed the gunz and then put together with the left, to create a mixture of the LA and gunz sign. Black hopped off the turnbuckle, and stood center ring, having been given a mic just then and there. He grinned, his eyes, if they had been exposed, would have shown themselves to be watery with delight at these new people to which to trash his opponent too. Some of the fans cheered, a lot of them booed.
laSTARRIN`ryanBLACK
A lot of you, I suppose read my blog this week! A lot of, I suppose have either seen me live from being with DXX or have seen video, footage of my matches, promo's, private life out in LA. For those who don't, I just have one thing to say, I'm the muthafuckin' LA STAR, and I'm not going to take shit from anybody, that's my first thing to say. Second thing, like I said on the fuckin' blog, I'm here to kick ass first, take titles second, and third to humiliate. Depending on the match and opponents those may change up in order, so stay the fuck tuned.
Now as far as this little promotion you call CGS. From what I've seen, it's the same fucking people that Dominate DXX or have dominated, that are here. Steve Storme, Kyle Deathlocke, Kyle Evers basically the fucking Brotherhood. So if this is where the big boys of DXX come to play afterschool, then I should feel right at home. I'm not going to be like any other idiot that joins and begin to demand title shots. I know for a fact that title shots and then titles, are earned. Nothing is given to you in this life, everything is taken away or will be. No. IT WILL BE!
Basically, I've entered this Battle Royal where the winner gets to contend for the Tag Titles or whatever. I could really careless about tag gold. I care more about singles gold, but more on that when I move on up the ranks here. What I want to show in this match, is how I'll decimate in this match and how I'll fit in with the Main Event crowd here. Just like the General Manager created this match to test out where everybody's levels at, I completely agree. I want to scope out the lesser competition and the talent that I will later defeat in my career here. Be some idiot wigger like DJ Hipp, an illiterate such as Khwame Myles or hypocrite like Chris Jericho.
I can and will rise up the ranks so fast, your hypocritical, buy the biggest baddest-thing American asses will close up, just enough to not have another dick shot up there, like George Bush Senior, Junior, the third, fourth and fifth have and will. That's how stupid this nation has become. In no time at all we'll have Osama Bin Laden's kid running for president and win by a landslide like Barack Obama. As some of you make those idiot moves, I'm going to be right here. Winning all the matches that I can possibly be booked in.
The crowd once again is split from cheering or booing him, but this time, there's less cheeriness. Black drops the mic, holding up the 'LA' signs one more time. The crowd continues to act its way, as he climbs out of the ring and camera's fade to black and a commercial for the 'All you can Eat Guilha Buffet'. After that commercial is over, they show that it has now gone out of business because Guilha ate everything he could, then went to McDonalds when there was no food left. After letting out what he truely, he felt ready to go.
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