Post by Roy Vezina on Oct 1, 2024 23:44:07 GMT
(The scene opens on a serene coastline in Japan, just as the sun begins to rise over the horizon. The waves gently lap at the shore, creating a soothing rhythm. Standing waist-deep in the water is Ryan Samuels, his broad frame silhouetted against the soft golden light. He’s motionless, his head bowed slightly, eyes closed, as he lets the water surround him. The air is calm, a stark contrast to the whirlwind of his recent travels and matches.)
(For a long moment, the camera captures the stillness of the scene—Ryan, surrounded by the vast expanse of the sea, with only the quiet sound of the waves.)
Ryan Samuels: (thinking) Been runnin’ non-stop. From Germany to Japan to British Columbia soon… I’ve been goin’ full throttle. But right now… right here… I just need to breathe.
(He takes a deep, steady breath, the tension slowly releasing from his shoulders as he listens to the sound of the water. The chaos of his wrestling career feels distant in this moment, as he lets himself be fully present.)
Ryan Samuels: (thinking) Germany was a war, the J1 Summit pushed me harder than I ever thought I could go, and now I’ve got Tiger Mask Red at Dawn of Behemoth. After that, there’s British Columbia, the Bold Warrior Invasion. But… right now, none of that matters.
(Ryan opens his eyes, staring out at the horizon. The vast, endless sea stretches before him, offering a moment of peace in a life built around conflict and chaos.)
Ryan Samuels: (thinking) I’ve been through hell in that ring. Fought giants, fought demons, and I’ve always kept moving forward. But even storms need to rest… even if just for a moment.
(He lets the water ripple around him, feeling its calmness wash over him. His thoughts drift to the people who’ve supported him, and to the fans who’ve slowly come to respect him, despite his rough edges.)
Ryan Samuels: (thinking) The fans… they’ve seen me fight, seen me give everything I’ve got. Even when I bent the rules, even when I wasn’t the cleanest fighter, they saw the heart behind it. And now, I know they’re with me. It’s a strange feelin’… but it’s a good one.
(Ryan turns slightly, the early morning light catching his face, showing the battle scars, the worn look of a man who’s been through wars. But there’s also a sense of resolve, a quiet strength that he’s found through reflection.)
Ryan Samuels: (thinking) Every fight, every trip, every win or loss—it’s all leadin’ me somewhere. Tiger Mask Red? That’s just the next chapter. British Columbia, the Bold Warrior Invasion, another step. But I know what I’m fightin’ for now. It’s not just about the wins anymore. It’s about showin’ them… showin’ myself, that I can do this.
(The camera slowly zooms in on his face, capturing the intensity of his gaze as he looks toward the future, not with dread, but with purpose.)
Ryan Samuels: (thinking) I’ve got more to prove. Not just to them, but to myself. I came here to make my mark, and I ain’t leavin’ until I do.
(He exhales slowly, the calm returning to him. His hands rest by his sides, the water lapping against his skin. There’s a sense of peace, but beneath it, the storm is still there, waiting, biding its time.)
Ryan Samuels: (thinking) The storm’s comin’ again. But for now… I’ll let the water keep me grounded. I’ll let this moment sink in, because once I’m back in that ring, there ain’t no slowin’ down.
(The camera pulls back, showing Ryan standing silently in the water once more, the sun now higher in the sky, casting a warm glow on the scene. The waves continue their gentle rhythm, and Ryan stands still, letting the peace of the moment prepare him for the battles to come.)
(The scene fades out as Ryan closes his eyes again, fully centered, fully aware, and ready for whatever comes next. The calm before the next storm.)
(For a long moment, the camera captures the stillness of the scene—Ryan, surrounded by the vast expanse of the sea, with only the quiet sound of the waves.)
Ryan Samuels: (thinking) Been runnin’ non-stop. From Germany to Japan to British Columbia soon… I’ve been goin’ full throttle. But right now… right here… I just need to breathe.
(He takes a deep, steady breath, the tension slowly releasing from his shoulders as he listens to the sound of the water. The chaos of his wrestling career feels distant in this moment, as he lets himself be fully present.)
Ryan Samuels: (thinking) Germany was a war, the J1 Summit pushed me harder than I ever thought I could go, and now I’ve got Tiger Mask Red at Dawn of Behemoth. After that, there’s British Columbia, the Bold Warrior Invasion. But… right now, none of that matters.
(Ryan opens his eyes, staring out at the horizon. The vast, endless sea stretches before him, offering a moment of peace in a life built around conflict and chaos.)
Ryan Samuels: (thinking) I’ve been through hell in that ring. Fought giants, fought demons, and I’ve always kept moving forward. But even storms need to rest… even if just for a moment.
(He lets the water ripple around him, feeling its calmness wash over him. His thoughts drift to the people who’ve supported him, and to the fans who’ve slowly come to respect him, despite his rough edges.)
Ryan Samuels: (thinking) The fans… they’ve seen me fight, seen me give everything I’ve got. Even when I bent the rules, even when I wasn’t the cleanest fighter, they saw the heart behind it. And now, I know they’re with me. It’s a strange feelin’… but it’s a good one.
(Ryan turns slightly, the early morning light catching his face, showing the battle scars, the worn look of a man who’s been through wars. But there’s also a sense of resolve, a quiet strength that he’s found through reflection.)
Ryan Samuels: (thinking) Every fight, every trip, every win or loss—it’s all leadin’ me somewhere. Tiger Mask Red? That’s just the next chapter. British Columbia, the Bold Warrior Invasion, another step. But I know what I’m fightin’ for now. It’s not just about the wins anymore. It’s about showin’ them… showin’ myself, that I can do this.
(The camera slowly zooms in on his face, capturing the intensity of his gaze as he looks toward the future, not with dread, but with purpose.)
Ryan Samuels: (thinking) I’ve got more to prove. Not just to them, but to myself. I came here to make my mark, and I ain’t leavin’ until I do.
(He exhales slowly, the calm returning to him. His hands rest by his sides, the water lapping against his skin. There’s a sense of peace, but beneath it, the storm is still there, waiting, biding its time.)
Ryan Samuels: (thinking) The storm’s comin’ again. But for now… I’ll let the water keep me grounded. I’ll let this moment sink in, because once I’m back in that ring, there ain’t no slowin’ down.
(The camera pulls back, showing Ryan standing silently in the water once more, the sun now higher in the sky, casting a warm glow on the scene. The waves continue their gentle rhythm, and Ryan stands still, letting the peace of the moment prepare him for the battles to come.)
(The scene fades out as Ryan closes his eyes again, fully centered, fully aware, and ready for whatever comes next. The calm before the next storm.)