Post by Roy Vezina on Aug 12, 2024 13:25:36 GMT
(The scene opens inside a traditional Japanese dojo, illuminated by the soft morning light seeping through the shoji screens. The stillness of the space is punctuated by the sound of fists and feet striking the padded floor. Ryan Samuels, drenched in sweat, is deep into his training, his powerful frame moving with a blend of aggression and precision. He’s alone, each strike and throw imbued with the weight of his thoughts.)
(Ryan's movements are sharp and focused, but his mind drifts, reflecting on his journey to this point. The solitude of the dojo offers him a rare moment of introspection.)
Ryan Samuels: (thinking) Kansas…feels like a different world. A small town kid, scrapping to get by, never thinking I’d end up here. Japan. Training for the biggest tournament of my life.
(He pauses, wiping sweat from his brow, and looks around the dojo. The silence is almost comforting, allowing him space to process everything he’s been through—both inside and outside the ring.)
Ryan Samuels: (thinking) The fans…they haven’t always agreed with the way I do things. Hell, I’ve played dirty when I needed to, bent the rules to get the job done. But I’ve always given it everything I’ve got. Win or lose, I leave it all in that ring.
(He resumes his training, focusing on his footwork, each step deliberate as he moves with the grace of a man who’s spent a lifetime perfecting his craft.)
Ryan Samuels: (thinking) I used to think the fans didn’t matter. That they were just noise, there to watch me win or lose. But over time…they’ve gotten under my skin. They may not always like how I get things done, but they’ve stuck with me. And damn if I don’t respect that.
(He switches to a series of powerful strikes, his fists connecting with the air, imagining his opponents in front of him.)
Ryan Samuels: (thinking) This J1 Summit…it’s a chance to show them all what I’m made of. Not just the brawler, not just the guy who cuts corners, but the fighter who’s willing to go to war, no matter the cost.
(He pauses again, taking a deep breath, the air in the dojo thick with the scent of wood and sweat. He remembers the faces in the crowd, the cheers and boos blending together, and how they’ve come to mean more to him than he ever expected.)
Ryan Samuels: (thinking) The fans…they’re starting to get it. They’ve seen me at my worst, and still, they’re there. They know I fight with everything I’ve got, even if it means breaking a few rules along the way.
(He moves to the center of the dojo, executing a series of throws with force, each one a reminder of the battles he’s fought and the ones yet to come.)
Ryan Samuels: (thinking) Jimmy Winner, METAL HERO, Tiger Mask Red…each one of them is tough as nails. But I’ve faced tough before. I’ve fought giants and demons, and I’ve walked out of hell with a smile on my face.
(He stops, breathing heavily, the quiet of the dojo settling around him like a shroud. But this time, the silence isn’t isolating—it’s filled with purpose.)
Ryan Samuels: (thinking) The J1 Summit…this is where I prove that I’m more than just a name, more than just a brawler. I’m the man who gives everything, every time I step into that ring. And the fans? They’re starting to see that too.
(He takes a moment to bow to the dojo, a gesture of respect for the place that’s become his sanctuary. As he walks toward the exit, his thoughts are clear, his resolve solidified.)
Ryan Samuels: (thinking) Japan…these people, this place…they’ve accepted me, flaws and all. I won’t let them down. I can’t.
(The scene ends as Ryan exits the dojo, the door sliding shut behind him. The camera lingers on the empty space, the echoes of his training still resonating in the air.)
(Ryan's movements are sharp and focused, but his mind drifts, reflecting on his journey to this point. The solitude of the dojo offers him a rare moment of introspection.)
Ryan Samuels: (thinking) Kansas…feels like a different world. A small town kid, scrapping to get by, never thinking I’d end up here. Japan. Training for the biggest tournament of my life.
(He pauses, wiping sweat from his brow, and looks around the dojo. The silence is almost comforting, allowing him space to process everything he’s been through—both inside and outside the ring.)
Ryan Samuels: (thinking) The fans…they haven’t always agreed with the way I do things. Hell, I’ve played dirty when I needed to, bent the rules to get the job done. But I’ve always given it everything I’ve got. Win or lose, I leave it all in that ring.
(He resumes his training, focusing on his footwork, each step deliberate as he moves with the grace of a man who’s spent a lifetime perfecting his craft.)
Ryan Samuels: (thinking) I used to think the fans didn’t matter. That they were just noise, there to watch me win or lose. But over time…they’ve gotten under my skin. They may not always like how I get things done, but they’ve stuck with me. And damn if I don’t respect that.
(He switches to a series of powerful strikes, his fists connecting with the air, imagining his opponents in front of him.)
Ryan Samuels: (thinking) This J1 Summit…it’s a chance to show them all what I’m made of. Not just the brawler, not just the guy who cuts corners, but the fighter who’s willing to go to war, no matter the cost.
(He pauses again, taking a deep breath, the air in the dojo thick with the scent of wood and sweat. He remembers the faces in the crowd, the cheers and boos blending together, and how they’ve come to mean more to him than he ever expected.)
Ryan Samuels: (thinking) The fans…they’re starting to get it. They’ve seen me at my worst, and still, they’re there. They know I fight with everything I’ve got, even if it means breaking a few rules along the way.
(He moves to the center of the dojo, executing a series of throws with force, each one a reminder of the battles he’s fought and the ones yet to come.)
Ryan Samuels: (thinking) Jimmy Winner, METAL HERO, Tiger Mask Red…each one of them is tough as nails. But I’ve faced tough before. I’ve fought giants and demons, and I’ve walked out of hell with a smile on my face.
(He stops, breathing heavily, the quiet of the dojo settling around him like a shroud. But this time, the silence isn’t isolating—it’s filled with purpose.)
Ryan Samuels: (thinking) The J1 Summit…this is where I prove that I’m more than just a name, more than just a brawler. I’m the man who gives everything, every time I step into that ring. And the fans? They’re starting to see that too.
(He takes a moment to bow to the dojo, a gesture of respect for the place that’s become his sanctuary. As he walks toward the exit, his thoughts are clear, his resolve solidified.)
Ryan Samuels: (thinking) Japan…these people, this place…they’ve accepted me, flaws and all. I won’t let them down. I can’t.
(The scene ends as Ryan exits the dojo, the door sliding shut behind him. The camera lingers on the empty space, the echoes of his training still resonating in the air.)