Name:Ryan Walker
Ring Name/Nickname:"The Youngblood" Ryan Walker
Attire:Black Armani Suit, designer shoes
Location:The Hotel
Tagging:Anyone
After Ryan had been fixed up and was feeling better he went back to the arena and changed his clothes then made his way to the hotel. He was fuming over the assault he received earlier in the super market, in fact he was carrying a white handkerchief that was covered in blood from his nose. He kept wiping his nose every now and then to keep the blood from dripping on his suit. Ryan stormed up to the counter and slammed his fists down and looked at the clerk.
"Where's my father?!" ,he demanded. At first he was paying no mind to the man in the expensive suit standing next to him, at that moment he was concerned about one thing and one thing only and that was payback.
"He's not here Mr. Walker is there anything I can do for you sir?" ,the clerk asked in a shaky voice.
"NO!" ,Ryan yelled. "Why would I need help from you? You can barely do your fucking job right you twit, how can I trust you with anything"? Ryan's attention went to the man next to him, "Sir tell me how long have you been waiting for a room?" ,Ryan asked the man. "You look pretty well dressed, you must be an executive of some sort am I right? Which means you have money and you're here willing to spend it on a room correct?" ,Ryan then looked to the clerk and then back to the man. "So tell me how long has this idiot made you wait to spend your money on this fine hotel"?