Post by Reed Williams on Jun 22, 2015 22:09:07 GMT -8
"Four heads are better than one." - Reed Williams
"Why Reed- Why?"
To say it was quick for The Nonpareil to adopt Drew Stevenson's mannerisms would be wrong, he has always lived this way but it never was the focus of his career. Reed enjoyed the finer things in life, as it was displayed with his fancy looking cup and cigar in his hand. Reed had his hair pulled back, looking quite sharp. With his blue button down done right and the sleeves of his shirt buttoned above the wrist showcasing a black Stainless Steel Rolex, one that went for about $5500 on a bad day. Taking a sip from his cup of whiskey, he allowed his statement to sit in before continuing to speak as he wanted to let those who questioned what he did to get riled up, he'd give them an answer even if he felt as if he owed no-one an explanation over his personal actions. It wasn't as if this would impact the life of anyone else, he didn't understand the uproar but he did enjoy seeing people freak out, they never expected it. Reed knew that it was a game-changing decision for his career, and it didn't take him long to settle on pulling the trigger as it would better both he and Barrel in the long-run. Nonetheless, after taking another sip from his Jack Daniels, he lifted the cup and took a whiff of the alcohol.
"It wasn't rocket-science. The decision wasn't one I had to rack my brain over, I did what was right for my career. By aligning myself with Drew Stevenson, I cemented my place in this industry- forever. When people think Drew Stevenson and GGW, they're going to think Reed Williams, and that's been priority number one. It was always.. priority.. number.. one."
Yes, he took another sip from his cup all as he held an index finger up to illustrate his point.
"I've heard it all since our partnership became official- I've heard that we're now doomed to the depths of hell for making a deal with the devil, all of which I laugh at. I don't like the phrase "deal with the devil" because it's inaccurate. I'd rather put it- "Deal with the champ" and it's mutual. By latching myself onto Drew Stevenson, it's a symbiotic relationship, we thrive off of each other. Drew has a lot of enemies, a lot of individuals envy who he is and what he does, which is where Barrel and I come in. We're not going to allow our champion, the man who rules GGW with an iron fist to fall victim to attacks and underhanded tactics from guys like Showtime and Franke Cocheese. We're here to be the buffer in between champion and chump, and the likelihood of that happening is a big, fat, zero."
Reed created a zero by curling his index finger and tucked it into his thumb, all as he chuckled at his remarks. His arrogance bothered a lot of people, but it was a trait that they should have come to know and love with how GGW has come to be. It wasn't as if Reed was full of hot-air, he did say that he was going to end Thaddeus Stone- and he did. Reed did say that Shawna Martinez would cease to exist, and she does. What more can he do to show people that he's legitimate? That everything he says he is is true, and how both he and Barrel are everything the industry should strive to be? His composure had changed a bit though, he seemed more confident, that- was from hanging around with Drew Stevenson. Reed had always been a cocky guy, but when there was the champ in his corner, that allowed him to take it up a notch and just go obnoxious with it. Sitting in the armory with a ridiculous amount of books behind him, those that he probably won't touch for one reason or another, he was living the life that people wished to have- all as he did so with a smile.
"At Gold Rush, we put our mark on the company. We stood in unison, four men that represent four very different takes on the industry and who are able to look down at the peasants that make up the rest of the roster. Showtime learned the hard way not to get in our way- while he's out trying to convince himself that his shoulder is OK and he's good to go, we'll be waiting to strike again.. not because we're threatened but rather, because it's fun and we're able to do it. Mister Cornelius gave us his blessing to do as we wanted and we'll take full advantage of that. Guys like Showtime, they need to be taught the hard way, and we're willing on going the whole nine yards to break the stallion and domesticate him to show who the real alphas is in this industry. Showtime is one example.. and another? Theo Vega.."
Reed trailed his words off, all as he let Theo's name sit at the tip of his tongue for a brief moment. It still caught The Nonpareil by surprise that Theo would continue to interject himself into Reed's matters, but he seemed hell-bent on doing so, and this week would be the catalyst as they'd square off. This brought a smile to Reed's face, but it wasn't one of happiness, rather more of amusement, he enjoyed [yet was confused] Theo's ways, all as he chuckled again with a smile still crossed over his face.
"Theo Vega, I thought it was a "one time only" type of mistake in you interjecting yourself into my matters, but you did it twice when you tried to bail Showtime out of the beating he was owed and you know what? I don't appreciate it, I don''t appreciate you bringing yourself into matters that don't concern you. You think Barrel and I care about you and where you come from?! You're an attention-whore and you made the mistake of fishing in the wrong lake because we're going to eat you alive, pal. There's a lot of perks by being aligned with the champ, one of them being we do what we want and worry not about repercussions and guess what, Theo...? You fall into that category. Barrel and I, we've learned quickly from The Emerald and Robert Goldstein that the business needs to be approached like a whore, she doesn't want love- she wants to be brutalized and apparently YOU want to be that whore. You don't want us to pass you by, you want to be a statistic and well pal, you're gonna get your wish. At Gold Rush, you'll get a full dosage of Reed Williams and I don't think you're game enough to handle what I bring, and as always- just like with Thaddeus and Shawna, I'll leave you a broken, bloody mess. You're not ready to play the game Theo, unlike the monkeys in the velvet suits in Vegas, Reed Williams and Barrel always end up a Royal Flush- you're just a Two Pair kind of guy."
Now inhaling from his cigar as he moved the liquor within the glass from side to side to let the aroma fill the air, Reed nodded and let off O's from the smoke. If there was anyone in the industry that could teach Reed to elevate his game the way he wanted-- he made the right decision by getting on the same side as Drew and Goldstein, both men know the business in and out and both would be able to up Williams' game and allow him to ascend to a new level. It was the easier path than someone like Theo Vega who wanted to earn his stripes by interfering in matters that had nothing to do with him, but it was a two sides of the coin kind of deal. Reed never had an issue taking a shortcut, Theo worked for his.
"You can't say that we didn't give you the chance to walk away, you brought this on yourself. The last time when Barrel and I were removing Thaddeus Stone from OUR industry, you decided that you couldn't have that and wanted to be a superhero but.. guess what? I''ve got a shocking bit of fact for you Theo! As grand as you may be, as much courage you've got in that oily body of yours.. being a superhero isn't all that it's cracked up to be, especially when Superman lived in a wheel-chair for majority of his life. Christopher Reeve died a miserable, unlikable man, is that what you want for your future? To be a superhero for a bunch of people that'll come to despise you due to their own selfish agendas? You know as well as I do Theo, those fans.. they're not like stray dogs. You can pick a dog up, feed it and earn it''s undying support and loyalty, where as the second you do something that they don't like, they'll spit you up quicker than a French super-model on a low-carb diet. We wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt but you spit in our face twice.. I let the first one go. I allowed the first mistake to go unchecked, I chalked it up to ignorance, but obviously once a mistake- twice a habit. So we've gotta break the habit, and to break the habit, we've gotta break your behavior and the only way to do that is by kicking you square in the face and knocking the negativity out of you!"
With another sip in the books, Reed continued.
"You're going to learn pretty quick that we're at the top of the food-chain and you're just a vulture, you peck at leftovers... but when it comes to the four of us, we allow you to exist. Drew could snap his fingers and we'd jump at the chance to track down your current location and drown you in a bath-tub, Drew would write a check and the crime would go away. That's how powerful we are and it's something I don't think you're smart enough to comprehend. But instead of erasing you totally, Drew wanted us to use you as an example, you're going to go down in history, Theo! This is what you wanted, right!? You're going to go down, with Showtime as what happens when you continue to act up against a regime, we'll put you down. I think Showtime in all of his moronic words said.. he wants to stop the Fourth Reich from rising, but.. he's too late- as a matter of fact, both of you are too late. The second Barrel and I decided to join forces with The Champ and Robert Goldstein, it's like something straight out of Revelations where Death, War, Famine and Pestilence got together and wrecked the world. We are The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, there's never been as much damage and catastrophe that we've left behind. In one.. swoop, Theo, we hijacked Gold Rush and put our stamp on it, the stamp.. of excellence.."
With a few nods of his head, Reed slowly brought up his hand and raised on there? His index, middle, ring and pinky, all as his thumb was tucked. Holding up four fingers, Reed nodded his head all as a cocky smile took it's place on his face, all as he brought his elevated four fingers up closer to his face.
".. remember this, as it's probably going to be the last thing you see before you wake up from a 34 year coma, not realizing how long you've been out. The symbol of excellence, this is an honor people would die for, but it does come with sacrifices, and you Theo, you're one of them. Much like we told Showtime, you're not cut out of this, we're saying the same thing to you Theo Vega. We allowed your first transgression to go unchecked, but the second time around? There will be no slap on the wrist, there won't be no lectures. All that's waiting for you at Gold Rush is this.."
Holding his four fingers up still, Reed stood up and gulped the last of his alcohol down before flicking the finished cigar off to the side.
".. and a beating of biblical proportions. You can blame yourself for what's in store for you at Gold Rush, you let pride and ego get in the way of furthering your success. Barrel and I look forward to destroying you and leaving you a mess, a bloody.. bloody.. mess. And it'll happen Theo, mark my words.. it's gonna happen. And as far as the Rhodes Memorial Cup Gauntlet? I've entertained the thought but haven't decided yet. I don't know if I want to waste my time looking to win a cup that a fat, out of shape redneck with a lisp."
With a shrug, Reed chuckled and tapped the lense of the camera, he knew that last remark would ruffle feathers and he didn't give one ounce of care about it.
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"Why Reed- Why?"
To say it was quick for The Nonpareil to adopt Drew Stevenson's mannerisms would be wrong, he has always lived this way but it never was the focus of his career. Reed enjoyed the finer things in life, as it was displayed with his fancy looking cup and cigar in his hand. Reed had his hair pulled back, looking quite sharp. With his blue button down done right and the sleeves of his shirt buttoned above the wrist showcasing a black Stainless Steel Rolex, one that went for about $5500 on a bad day. Taking a sip from his cup of whiskey, he allowed his statement to sit in before continuing to speak as he wanted to let those who questioned what he did to get riled up, he'd give them an answer even if he felt as if he owed no-one an explanation over his personal actions. It wasn't as if this would impact the life of anyone else, he didn't understand the uproar but he did enjoy seeing people freak out, they never expected it. Reed knew that it was a game-changing decision for his career, and it didn't take him long to settle on pulling the trigger as it would better both he and Barrel in the long-run. Nonetheless, after taking another sip from his Jack Daniels, he lifted the cup and took a whiff of the alcohol.
"It wasn't rocket-science. The decision wasn't one I had to rack my brain over, I did what was right for my career. By aligning myself with Drew Stevenson, I cemented my place in this industry- forever. When people think Drew Stevenson and GGW, they're going to think Reed Williams, and that's been priority number one. It was always.. priority.. number.. one."
Yes, he took another sip from his cup all as he held an index finger up to illustrate his point.
"I've heard it all since our partnership became official- I've heard that we're now doomed to the depths of hell for making a deal with the devil, all of which I laugh at. I don't like the phrase "deal with the devil" because it's inaccurate. I'd rather put it- "Deal with the champ" and it's mutual. By latching myself onto Drew Stevenson, it's a symbiotic relationship, we thrive off of each other. Drew has a lot of enemies, a lot of individuals envy who he is and what he does, which is where Barrel and I come in. We're not going to allow our champion, the man who rules GGW with an iron fist to fall victim to attacks and underhanded tactics from guys like Showtime and Franke Cocheese. We're here to be the buffer in between champion and chump, and the likelihood of that happening is a big, fat, zero."
Reed created a zero by curling his index finger and tucked it into his thumb, all as he chuckled at his remarks. His arrogance bothered a lot of people, but it was a trait that they should have come to know and love with how GGW has come to be. It wasn't as if Reed was full of hot-air, he did say that he was going to end Thaddeus Stone- and he did. Reed did say that Shawna Martinez would cease to exist, and she does. What more can he do to show people that he's legitimate? That everything he says he is is true, and how both he and Barrel are everything the industry should strive to be? His composure had changed a bit though, he seemed more confident, that- was from hanging around with Drew Stevenson. Reed had always been a cocky guy, but when there was the champ in his corner, that allowed him to take it up a notch and just go obnoxious with it. Sitting in the armory with a ridiculous amount of books behind him, those that he probably won't touch for one reason or another, he was living the life that people wished to have- all as he did so with a smile.
"At Gold Rush, we put our mark on the company. We stood in unison, four men that represent four very different takes on the industry and who are able to look down at the peasants that make up the rest of the roster. Showtime learned the hard way not to get in our way- while he's out trying to convince himself that his shoulder is OK and he's good to go, we'll be waiting to strike again.. not because we're threatened but rather, because it's fun and we're able to do it. Mister Cornelius gave us his blessing to do as we wanted and we'll take full advantage of that. Guys like Showtime, they need to be taught the hard way, and we're willing on going the whole nine yards to break the stallion and domesticate him to show who the real alphas is in this industry. Showtime is one example.. and another? Theo Vega.."
Reed trailed his words off, all as he let Theo's name sit at the tip of his tongue for a brief moment. It still caught The Nonpareil by surprise that Theo would continue to interject himself into Reed's matters, but he seemed hell-bent on doing so, and this week would be the catalyst as they'd square off. This brought a smile to Reed's face, but it wasn't one of happiness, rather more of amusement, he enjoyed [yet was confused] Theo's ways, all as he chuckled again with a smile still crossed over his face.
"Theo Vega, I thought it was a "one time only" type of mistake in you interjecting yourself into my matters, but you did it twice when you tried to bail Showtime out of the beating he was owed and you know what? I don't appreciate it, I don''t appreciate you bringing yourself into matters that don't concern you. You think Barrel and I care about you and where you come from?! You're an attention-whore and you made the mistake of fishing in the wrong lake because we're going to eat you alive, pal. There's a lot of perks by being aligned with the champ, one of them being we do what we want and worry not about repercussions and guess what, Theo...? You fall into that category. Barrel and I, we've learned quickly from The Emerald and Robert Goldstein that the business needs to be approached like a whore, she doesn't want love- she wants to be brutalized and apparently YOU want to be that whore. You don't want us to pass you by, you want to be a statistic and well pal, you're gonna get your wish. At Gold Rush, you'll get a full dosage of Reed Williams and I don't think you're game enough to handle what I bring, and as always- just like with Thaddeus and Shawna, I'll leave you a broken, bloody mess. You're not ready to play the game Theo, unlike the monkeys in the velvet suits in Vegas, Reed Williams and Barrel always end up a Royal Flush- you're just a Two Pair kind of guy."
Now inhaling from his cigar as he moved the liquor within the glass from side to side to let the aroma fill the air, Reed nodded and let off O's from the smoke. If there was anyone in the industry that could teach Reed to elevate his game the way he wanted-- he made the right decision by getting on the same side as Drew and Goldstein, both men know the business in and out and both would be able to up Williams' game and allow him to ascend to a new level. It was the easier path than someone like Theo Vega who wanted to earn his stripes by interfering in matters that had nothing to do with him, but it was a two sides of the coin kind of deal. Reed never had an issue taking a shortcut, Theo worked for his.
"You can't say that we didn't give you the chance to walk away, you brought this on yourself. The last time when Barrel and I were removing Thaddeus Stone from OUR industry, you decided that you couldn't have that and wanted to be a superhero but.. guess what? I''ve got a shocking bit of fact for you Theo! As grand as you may be, as much courage you've got in that oily body of yours.. being a superhero isn't all that it's cracked up to be, especially when Superman lived in a wheel-chair for majority of his life. Christopher Reeve died a miserable, unlikable man, is that what you want for your future? To be a superhero for a bunch of people that'll come to despise you due to their own selfish agendas? You know as well as I do Theo, those fans.. they're not like stray dogs. You can pick a dog up, feed it and earn it''s undying support and loyalty, where as the second you do something that they don't like, they'll spit you up quicker than a French super-model on a low-carb diet. We wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt but you spit in our face twice.. I let the first one go. I allowed the first mistake to go unchecked, I chalked it up to ignorance, but obviously once a mistake- twice a habit. So we've gotta break the habit, and to break the habit, we've gotta break your behavior and the only way to do that is by kicking you square in the face and knocking the negativity out of you!"
With another sip in the books, Reed continued.
"You're going to learn pretty quick that we're at the top of the food-chain and you're just a vulture, you peck at leftovers... but when it comes to the four of us, we allow you to exist. Drew could snap his fingers and we'd jump at the chance to track down your current location and drown you in a bath-tub, Drew would write a check and the crime would go away. That's how powerful we are and it's something I don't think you're smart enough to comprehend. But instead of erasing you totally, Drew wanted us to use you as an example, you're going to go down in history, Theo! This is what you wanted, right!? You're going to go down, with Showtime as what happens when you continue to act up against a regime, we'll put you down. I think Showtime in all of his moronic words said.. he wants to stop the Fourth Reich from rising, but.. he's too late- as a matter of fact, both of you are too late. The second Barrel and I decided to join forces with The Champ and Robert Goldstein, it's like something straight out of Revelations where Death, War, Famine and Pestilence got together and wrecked the world. We are The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, there's never been as much damage and catastrophe that we've left behind. In one.. swoop, Theo, we hijacked Gold Rush and put our stamp on it, the stamp.. of excellence.."
With a few nods of his head, Reed slowly brought up his hand and raised on there? His index, middle, ring and pinky, all as his thumb was tucked. Holding up four fingers, Reed nodded his head all as a cocky smile took it's place on his face, all as he brought his elevated four fingers up closer to his face.
".. remember this, as it's probably going to be the last thing you see before you wake up from a 34 year coma, not realizing how long you've been out. The symbol of excellence, this is an honor people would die for, but it does come with sacrifices, and you Theo, you're one of them. Much like we told Showtime, you're not cut out of this, we're saying the same thing to you Theo Vega. We allowed your first transgression to go unchecked, but the second time around? There will be no slap on the wrist, there won't be no lectures. All that's waiting for you at Gold Rush is this.."
Holding his four fingers up still, Reed stood up and gulped the last of his alcohol down before flicking the finished cigar off to the side.
".. and a beating of biblical proportions. You can blame yourself for what's in store for you at Gold Rush, you let pride and ego get in the way of furthering your success. Barrel and I look forward to destroying you and leaving you a mess, a bloody.. bloody.. mess. And it'll happen Theo, mark my words.. it's gonna happen. And as far as the Rhodes Memorial Cup Gauntlet? I've entertained the thought but haven't decided yet. I don't know if I want to waste my time looking to win a cup that a fat, out of shape redneck with a lisp."
With a shrug, Reed chuckled and tapped the lense of the camera, he knew that last remark would ruffle feathers and he didn't give one ounce of care about it.
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