Post by Ryan Rivera on Sept 10, 2013 19:39:37 GMT -5
We start with the camera picking up the voice of a male frantically shouting. As the camera pans in closer through the crack of an unshut door we see Ryan Rivera fully dressed in a white oxford collared shirt and black slacks. A duffle bag is slung over his shoulder as he angrily shouts at an elder man.
Ryan Rivera: “NO! I know exactly what i’m doing. I’m going to do something that none of us have ever done, I’m going to make history and you just can’t accept that!
??: “This business will consume you Ryan. EAW is not wrestling, It’s a blood sport disguised as a wrestling franchise. Is that what you want to be remembered as? The guy whos career got ended because instead of wrestling he was rolling around in barbed wire and getting clobbered with baseball bats?”
Ryan Rivera: “That’s the difference between you and me. You were afraid. I’m not...I’m good enough to take anyone on in any situation. It was my choice to come here to EAW. I knew exactly what I was getting myself into. I’m not going to stay wrestling overseas just to hide behind a mask for the rest of my life. This is what I was meant to do i’m here to prove to everyone that I am something different.
??: “Hide behind a mask? Is that all that is to you? Lucha Libre is your family tradition. This family’s name is tied to that, and you are embarrassed by it? You don’t have anything to prove wh….”
Ryan lifts his hand up cutting the elder gentlemen off abruptly.
Ryan Rivera: “i’m not embarrassed...i’m disgusted. You had everything at one point, and you threw it all away to go back to something that you were familiar with. You could have been a legend here in the US. Instead you ran scared and gave up knowing that the only people who would ever get behind you were the ones from your hometown in Puerto Rico. You can call me crazy and stupid but the one thing i’m not going to be is a coward like you Dad. I do have something to prove. I have to prove that no matter who raises you you don’t have to meet the same pathetic fate as them. You don’t have to relive their glory days when you know you can be doing something better, and most of all...I have to prove that there is a new breed of wrestler and lucha libre is dead. You don’t have to hide behind stupid masks like you’re five years old just to be remembered. *Beep* Tradition and *Beep* that stupid wrestling promotion you started. I’m starting something new and better for this family..”
The camera zooms in closer as Ryan’s dad steps up, looking his son directly in the eyes. Victor Rivera is clearly seen in a black business suit nearly shaking from his son’s words.
Victor Rivera: “You listen to me son...don’t you ever disrespect our family tradition again! I brought you into this world and this business and I can damn sure take you out of it! You don’t get to decide what’s better for this family. You think you’re tough? Just remember who trained you boy! And change your tone before I knock some damn sense into you!”
Ryan laughs looking down at the floor now. He shakes his head for a moment, catching the look on his father’s face once again.
Ryan Rivera: “You see Dad...once again you’re wrong. We’re not in Puerto Rico anymore, and this damn sure isn’t your company. There isn’t a damn thing you can do to me and do you know why? It’s because I’M BETTER THAN YOU. You couldn’t beat me on your best day, oh and there’s one more reason. SECURITY!”
In the beginning of a what seems to be a scuffle Ryan’s father is pulled off of him by EAW security. Ryan laughs as his father shouts at the guards demanding to be let go. As his father is carried away Ryan sets his bag down unzipping it and takes a piece of his wrestling gear out. He holds his old mask in his hands and rips it in half leaving it on the floor. His eyes are filled with determination and anger as his stares at the shredded piece of history. With that the camera fades out.
Ryan Rivera: “NO! I know exactly what i’m doing. I’m going to do something that none of us have ever done, I’m going to make history and you just can’t accept that!
??: “This business will consume you Ryan. EAW is not wrestling, It’s a blood sport disguised as a wrestling franchise. Is that what you want to be remembered as? The guy whos career got ended because instead of wrestling he was rolling around in barbed wire and getting clobbered with baseball bats?”
Ryan Rivera: “That’s the difference between you and me. You were afraid. I’m not...I’m good enough to take anyone on in any situation. It was my choice to come here to EAW. I knew exactly what I was getting myself into. I’m not going to stay wrestling overseas just to hide behind a mask for the rest of my life. This is what I was meant to do i’m here to prove to everyone that I am something different.
??: “Hide behind a mask? Is that all that is to you? Lucha Libre is your family tradition. This family’s name is tied to that, and you are embarrassed by it? You don’t have anything to prove wh….”
Ryan lifts his hand up cutting the elder gentlemen off abruptly.
Ryan Rivera: “i’m not embarrassed...i’m disgusted. You had everything at one point, and you threw it all away to go back to something that you were familiar with. You could have been a legend here in the US. Instead you ran scared and gave up knowing that the only people who would ever get behind you were the ones from your hometown in Puerto Rico. You can call me crazy and stupid but the one thing i’m not going to be is a coward like you Dad. I do have something to prove. I have to prove that no matter who raises you you don’t have to meet the same pathetic fate as them. You don’t have to relive their glory days when you know you can be doing something better, and most of all...I have to prove that there is a new breed of wrestler and lucha libre is dead. You don’t have to hide behind stupid masks like you’re five years old just to be remembered. *Beep* Tradition and *Beep* that stupid wrestling promotion you started. I’m starting something new and better for this family..”
The camera zooms in closer as Ryan’s dad steps up, looking his son directly in the eyes. Victor Rivera is clearly seen in a black business suit nearly shaking from his son’s words.
Victor Rivera: “You listen to me son...don’t you ever disrespect our family tradition again! I brought you into this world and this business and I can damn sure take you out of it! You don’t get to decide what’s better for this family. You think you’re tough? Just remember who trained you boy! And change your tone before I knock some damn sense into you!”
Ryan laughs looking down at the floor now. He shakes his head for a moment, catching the look on his father’s face once again.
Ryan Rivera: “You see Dad...once again you’re wrong. We’re not in Puerto Rico anymore, and this damn sure isn’t your company. There isn’t a damn thing you can do to me and do you know why? It’s because I’M BETTER THAN YOU. You couldn’t beat me on your best day, oh and there’s one more reason. SECURITY!”
In the beginning of a what seems to be a scuffle Ryan’s father is pulled off of him by EAW security. Ryan laughs as his father shouts at the guards demanding to be let go. As his father is carried away Ryan sets his bag down unzipping it and takes a piece of his wrestling gear out. He holds his old mask in his hands and rips it in half leaving it on the floor. His eyes are filled with determination and anger as his stares at the shredded piece of history. With that the camera fades out.
