Post by 'Primetime' Rhyan Matthews on Mar 26, 2018 18:19:33 GMT -5
OOC : Goodluck man, looking forward to it. And this is my first ever Rhyan Matthews promo, so not sure how it turned out, but hope you enjoy either way. Once i get going with this character, the writing should improve (hopefully). Flashback : Rhyan Matthews : Aged 13
I was scared.
The threat was real, very real, but this wasn't the first time I'd been in danger.
I can see him even now. Jeff, he was big, stocky and aggressive, the school bully. Ranked by four confederates, they preyed on weaker students, abusing their strengths with aggression, building their egos on the shattered remains of their victims.
For weeks it’d become a daily routine for me. Pulling on my backpack and walking down those stairs, apprehension coursing through every pore of my body. Chris, my older brother could see the fear etched over my face. He had an idea what was happening, but i wouldn’t divulge anything to him. Nor to our parents as well. They too, had an inkling on what was happening. But as i was non-compliant, they could never truly get to the bottom of it.
Heading out the front door, and instead of taking the bus as per usual, i thought it’d be safer to walk. How wrong was i? I wasn’t far from school, when i was confronted by Jeff and his four cronies. Taking a gulp of air down my throat, as i stopped in my tracks.
“Thought you could avoid us, huh Rhyan?” Jeff said as he aggressively shoved his hands into my chest, forcing me back stumbling and landing in a puddle, as the five much stronger bullies stood over me.
“Erm… Erm, no. I was running late today and missed the bus, that’s all.” Jeff laughed as i stuttered the words out, fear enveloping my entire body. I froze as sweat perspired down my face.
“Cut the bullshit, toadface. We know you’re frightened of us, and who can blame you. Look at you, compared to us.” Jeff bent down and grabbed me by the scruff of my neck and pulled me to my feet vigorously.
“Now hand over all your money!” As he issued his threat, one of his goons wrapped their arm around my throat, as another took my backpack and took of my jacket. They searched through my belongings, even going as far as putting their hands in my jean pockets to see if any money was inside. Finding no money, Jeff lost his cool and closed his fist before smashing it into my jaw, the shot sending me back to the floor.
“I SAID HAND THE MONEY OVER OR ELSE!!!” Jeff knelt down on a knee and grabbed a handful of my tee shirt, as i tried my best to get my words out.
“I didn’t pick any up. I was late, i told you.” As i finished my sentence, i saw the look of anger rise on Jeff’s face. If they only knew that i’d left late on purpose and purposely left my money behind in the process.
“LIAR” Jeff screamed as he slammed his fist into my face, over and over again. Blood began streaming down my face, as Jeff busted me open. His cronies wanted in and began kicking me in the back, ribs, legs, you name it. They reigned down blow upon blow onto me, until i lost consciousness.
The next few days were a complete blur, all i remembered was hearing voices and bright lights and that’s all. I eventually regained complete consciousness and was greeted by the teary, yet smiling faces of my brothers and parents.
“Rhyan, Son, can you hear me? How are you?” My mom shot of a couple of questions right off the bat, as she squeezed my hand tightly. All i could muster was a nod of the head and a sly smile, i wasn’t ready to talk to my parents just yet.
“Mom, Dad, Sam, why don’t you go get something to eat. I’ll stay here with my bro, he needs to rest and you guys need to eat.” I heard my older brother Chris say to my parents and younger brother, as they begrudgingly left the room. Chris walked over and closed the door behind them, before turning back around and walking to my side.
“Bro, give me their names. Me and Sam will sort this out.” Laying in that hospital bed and hearing my brother say that, i couldn’t control my emotions anymore and broke down in a flood of tears. Chris walked over and held me tight, as he whispered that everything would be ok now.
Flashback : Rhyan Matthews : Aged 18
I don't know how I got there, but there I was, walking around alone in a graveyard feeling eerily uncomfortable. It was dusk and the moon was out, radiating a soothing white light wherever possible. I heard the ominous sound of an owl hooting away in the distance. It was both annoying and irritating. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up for no apparent reason. I turned around and looked at the surroundings that I was in.
‘Here lays, Chris Matthews.
Beloved Son, Brother and Friend. A life, gone too soon. You’ll be missed, each and everyday. We love you, always and forever.’
Kneeling at my brothers grave, i placed a hand on the headstone as tears streamed down my cheeks, not knowing how to deal with the grief.
“Chris, i’m sorry. You helped me out in my darkest hour, i should’ve been there to help you. I miss you. And i love you. I don’t know how to cope without you not being here. But i know i’ll get there one day. You instilled a strong will within myself. And i’m determined to not only celebrate your life, remember all the good you brought me. But also, when i achieve my dreams, i’ll be achieving yours. I will make you proud, brother. I love you.” Bending down to kiss the headstone. I knew Chris would be looking down on us, on me. We had an unbreakable bond, but thanks to Chris i had come so far, and i didn’t intend to stop there. Standing to my feet, i looked at my brothers grave, as i wiped away the tears. “See you soon, Chris.”
Shoot
“So it begins…. My career is just beginning, and it starts in Union Battleground and against a man who won his first match here… Danny Colt. A man similar with yours truly. A man with huge talent. A man that has the potential to go far. A man who’s only a couple of years older and made his in-ring debut around the age i am now. Danny Colt, is a good man it seems. I done my digging on you, Danny. And to be honest, i couldn’t find any dirt. And had i done, i doubt i would’ve used it. Not against you anyways. You seem like one of the good guys. Someone that i could quite happily have a cold one with, backstage after the shows out.”
Giving a wink to the camera, Rhyan adjusts himself.
“Danny, i’m looking forward to facing you at Lights Out #21. I saw you beat Anton Chase last time out, and although you were excellent in that match. And you’ve got the upper hand in experience on me, not much, but still. I exude confidence in myself. I believe wholeheartedly that i’ll be the top dog within Union Battleground. And that’ll come at your expense, Danny. I’m sure you share the same ambitions as me, but only one of us can climb that mountain. And despite being a rookie, i know my time is coming. Danny Colt, Lights Out #21. Two of Union Battleground rising stars, do battle. And it’ll be my pleasure to face you. And once that bell rings at the end of the match, i’ll gladly stand in that ring and shake your head. Danny, may the best man win. Good-luck.
The scene is a simple one. It opens up on a shot of a bare chested Danny Colt doing his morning exercise routine. He is currently doing squats with a bar bell in each hand, grunting with every squat but showing little sign of exhaustion, even as his body glistens with sweat. Danny's focus is on his actions, but he's about to get distracted as into the shot walks Sarah Colt carrying a bottle of water and a hand towel. Danny finishes off a few more reps and then sets the barbells down before looking at his wife and grinning.
”Did you come by to enjoy the gun show?”
”Oh absolutely. You got a permit for those?”
The happy couple share a grin, as Danny takes the towel off her to wipe himself down. Taking the water he takes a big sip of the cool water and then sighs out softly. Hand running through his hair slowly as he cools down a little, Sarah happily steps closer to the not-so-sweaty man and wraps her arms around his waist.
”How you feeling? You've been running pretty hard lately.”
”I'm good. I'm enjoying the ride. I've faced so many different people, different styles. I learn something new every time I get between those ropes, and that's what is most important. I can't get complacent.”
Sarah stares at him for a moment and then smiles softly as she nods. Hand reaching up to cup his cheek softly and smiling.
”Good. Alright, well, clean yourself up a little more. It's time for another Colt Case.”
Danny sighs and bows his head, looking down softly. Sarah stares at him for a moment and then tilts her head to meet his eyes.
”What is it?”
”I just.....”
Danny keeps his head bowed for a few extra moments but then raises it and shakes his head with a small smile.
”Nevermind. Go get the camera. Lets get this over with.”
Sarah stares at him for a moment but then nods and heads off to get her camera while Danny moves over to the side to slip on a singlet and we fade out to a simple graphic....
Case #3: Rhyan Matthews
The scene fades back in, and Danny is now looking fresher. He's clearly had time to take a few more sips of his water and wiped himself dry. His eyes are looking down at the floor for a moment, before he slowly raises his head to look at the camera and smiles.
”Good evening to anyone watching this. This is the third episode of Colt Cases, and I am your host, the Dodge City Dynamo, Danny Colt! For those of you new to this, so I assume thats all of you except my family.....” [He pauses and does a big wave with a huge cheesy grin] ”HI MOM! MISS YOU!” [His face goes back to its somber beginning as he stares into the lens] ”This is my little show to address my opponent for any given show. Now, last Lights Out, that happened to be Anton Chase. A veteran of this business, who believed the sun shone from his posterior. I disavowed him of that notion in Bulgaria. And I make no shame of it....I enjoyed it. Humbling somebody like that...thats fun.”
“And this week, I get to face a man known as Primetime. Or as his mother called him, Rhyan Matthews. Now a man with the nom de guerre of Primetime certainly seems like a man cut from the same cloth as Anton. A man with the same hubristic qualities. And a man like that is....like tha--”
Danny slowly stops himself and looks at the camera. After a moment, he takes a deep breath and then looks away from the camera. After a few moments, he reaches up to rub at his chin and then shakes his head.
”I can't do it. I just....I can't.”
[offscreen]”Danny....”
”I can't abuse this guy. I can't lose my cool, or rant at this dude. This is a guy coming from a big family name. A guy who is in this because he loves wrestling. Whose just starting his career, and is going out there and looking to have the best match possible. I mean....this is a guy who I actually respect. And who I'm looking forward to tearing down the arena with. So, why would I want to abuse him?”
[offscreen]”You don't. So don't do it.”
There's a brief pause where Danny looks at the camera and then tilts his head as if disbelieving what he has heard.
”Wait, what?”
[offscreen]”Danny, Colt Cases isn't about you ranting or raving about your opponent. It's not suppose to be anyway. It's about you getting your message out to your fans. It's about showing them what you are like, and why they should support you. If you support Rhyan, if you like him, then tell /them/ that. Explain to them why.....thats what Colt Cases is really about.”
There's a brief moments pause and then Danny just lets out a soft breathe and looks down.
”Huh.”
He stares in numbed shock for a moment but then glances at the camera and smiles.
”Is this one of those PR things you picked up in college? That you were just waiting for the right time to tell me?”
[offscreen]”Well, actually, I thought it went without saying, but I forgot its the simple things that are the hardest to pick up without prompting. You good now?”
”Absolutely. Lets do this!”
Danny's entire demeanor has changed now. The Kansas Kid is sitting up, a big grin on his face and his eyes twinkling as he stares into the camera. There's excitement spread all over his features, and even his knees are bouncing a little as he grins.
”So this week on Lights Out, I get to face a young man named Rhyan Matthews. Now, I'm still not on the main card. Still not on TV. But you know what? I don't care. I don't care because I get to wrestle again. And not just wrestle. I get to wrestle somebody that I actually respect. Rhyan....I've been watching you. Watching how you carry yourself backstage, how you carry yourself out of this arena, and I gotta tell you man...you got a fan in me. You're always so friendly and polite. Always willing to give the fans your attention and your time. It's honestly.....I mean look, I've seen some assholes already in wrestling. I've met the worst of the worst, and the best of the best. And honestly, you've got potential to go either way.”
“But inside that ring, well I guess I'm your first real stop. I'm the first chance you have to show what you can do. And I look forward to that. Because that means, in Verona, you and I are going to steal the show. Two guys with nothing on the line. Not pride. Not ego. Not titles.....just two young rookies trying to tear it up and have the best match possible. And win, lose, or draw, I'm going to make sure I shake your hand after our match, and we both get to walk away feeling like we just took on the world and won.”
Danny grins and then leans forward and smiles happily.
”See, this business is full of so many bad influences and toxic sources, that from what I've been told, over the years the boys lose that twinkle in their eyes. Instead of wrestling for a love of this business, they wrestle because it pays the checks. Or because they want the fame. Or because its all they know how to do.....at a certain point, the boys in the back, they stop seeing this a wrestling, and start seeing it as a job. And in that instant, they lose their enthusiasm for it.”
“That will never be me. I wrestle because I love to wrestle. I love these fans, almost as much as I love my wife, and I hope and pray that I never ever lose that sensation. But that's why this week is so important really. Because this week, I get to enter that ring with another rookie. Another starry eyed youngster, who doesn't see this as a business or a job...but as something he truly loves. And that bell rings, we're going to give it our all. Not for the cameras, or for pride or anything stupid like that. But just because we can. Just because the best match possible. So Rhyan....I'll see you at Lights Out. And may the bes---No. Lets just have fun and make sure that crowd gets their money's worth.”
Danny grins and just like that the scene cuts out.
