Post by Reed Williams on Apr 27, 2015 21:42:20 GMT -8
"They call Californa.. The Golden State-- within California you've got The City of Angels, you've got Sacramento.. you've got San Jose and you've even got Venice Beach, but of all the cities that Cali offers, we're here.. in San Francisco, arguably the weakest part of Cee-Aye. I mean I could see if we were in Stockton! I could see if we wanted to get a bit risky and drop into Inglewood.. Or hell, we could go across the bay and hit up the City of Losers in Oakland.. but instead, we're here in San.. Francisco.."
On screen standing in front of a wooden wall with a few creases stretching horizontally, we see one of Golden Gate Wrestling's newest acquisitions in Reed Williams. The highly entertaining yet egocentric individual that many companies consider 'off-limits' due to attitude problems was picked up quickly during Isaac Cornelius III's recruitment drive under the promise that Reed would bring IC3 glory, money and of course, respect. With a blue collared shirt on, Reed had his dark hair pulled and tied back, his facial hair was trimmed to perfection-- but his main trait- those crystal blue eyes of his burned with uncanny passion. Despite the cocky smirk spread over his face, there was no denying that Reed Williams had the tools to be something special, but could he hold himself together and curb his attitude to achieve such success?
"I was jobless and I sat back and begun to evaluate my options-- sure, I could easily go take a few gigs in Atlanta, go wrestle in armories and high school gyms but where's the point in that? Entertaining a bunch of 20 year olds with no life on Friday nights, hoping I screw up so they can chant "you fucked up" when in reality- YOU-- not me, fucked up. You didn't work hard enough in school- or let's face it.."
Slipping in a pause, Reed shrugged his shoulders and ran the tip of his thumb across the point of his jaw.
".. weren't gifted with the right physical tools to get away with murder, like for example me.. look at this face, this alone could put in Calvin Klein to Armani ad-campaigns in a SECOND. That's how good I look, and I know that which what makes me so dangerous. I could flirt my way to A's in school and wink myself out of situations, so as long as females were opposing me. And if it meant dealing with guys? My charm is undeniable, even if you're straighter than ply-board, man-- I'm Reed Williams, it's how I live.. it's how I'll always live.. which brings me to the situation at hand, Golden Gate Wrestling.. I'm not the biggest fan of the city of San Francisco, I think it's a place of past glory. They live in a time where Joe Montana and Jerry Rice dominated the gridiron instead of realizing that today- that now, the city of San Francisco is like Athens, Greece-- it's just not relevant anymore. I mean hey, the 49ers ditched Candlestick to play in The Field of Pants in Santa Clara, what does that say? Five rings, right? Yeah, five rings than you go to voice-mail, to Richard Sherman''s voicemail and that's the closest you're gonna get to another championship."
Once again with that wink, Reed had it down to a science. Looking off, beyond the camera, Reed sorta popped his chin-- giving him the look of a total dick. A guy like Reed Williams fed off of the negativity that one would throw at him, the arrogance that he emitted was crazy but it gave him an edge. When you were as cocky as he was, it gave you an extra level to strive for in dire need, which is why finding a way to top him wasn't exactly the easiest of tasks.
"At the end of the day, all you marks at home need to remember one thing-"
Reed lifted the index finger on his right hand as he looked toward the camera slowly.
".. my name is Reed Williams, and I.. Will be the savior of the City of San Francisco. I will put the city on my back and I'll run miles with it, I'll go until my knees give out and my lungs collapse. I'll keep moving, knowing that it could kill me.. all because I am the absolute best that Golden Gate Wrestling will ever see. Maybe.. According to Twitter, IC3 and Drew Stevenson strike a deal and Drew brings himself here, that doesn't change anything-- sure the old man has the accolades, but I've got the look- I've got the talent.."
Each time Reed listed off a trait of his, he brought up a finger to act as a visual aid.. now having both his index and middle finger erected.
".. and baby, I've got the charisma and when you throw those three ingredients into a pot and cook that sum'bitch, you get something extra tasty, something extra rich.. you get Reed Williams, The Nonpareil. Don't know what that means? Look it up, I'm not Webster's, jack. You wanna doubt that?! Let's end that right now.."
Reed reached into his front left pocket and pulled out a black encased device-- his iPhone which looked to be as big as his hand in length. Sliding his thumb over towards the circular button on the bottom, right below the screen a little chirp was heard as Reed smirked and lifted the phone to his mouth.
"Siri, who is.. the man?"
".. you are, King Reed."
"Siri, who is.. the showstealer?"
".. you are, King Reed."
"Siri, who is.. the main event? Who is Golden Gate Wrestling's best?"
".. you are, King Reed."
"And finally.. What is the greatest force in Professional Wrestling.. Today.."
Anyone with knowledge of Reed's checkered past with a promotion in Grand Rapids, Michigan would catch that dig.
".. You and Barrel are, King Reed."
"You're damn right we are.. and oh, and I almost forgot.. Because of who I am and what I do, there's always someone out there gunning to take me down, so to protect the merchandise- I''ve got a bit of an insurance policy and it comes in the form of a six-foot-ten, three hundred and twenty five pound tattooed monster with a mean-streak.."
The camera pans backwards to show a man with a leather vest, biker styled, and of course with a pair of black, stonewashed denim jeans. The man had his black hair slicked back, he just looked like a genuine tough-guy, one that would work well for Reed's bodyguard.
"He's from Pittsburgh- he used to work in a Steel Mill and he'll break your face for looking at me-- or him, sideways. Ladies and gentlemen, his name is Barrel and with him in my corner- I don't care if you're a veteran with a decade plus of experience or a kid with two years under your belt.. it doesn't matter. I am The Nonpareil, he is The Big Badass and together-- we're gonna crush anyone in our path.. 'cause baby, Reed Williams don't lay down.. for nobody."
That last line, it's a great quote, one that applies to Reed's situation. With that said, Reed once again threw a wink at the camera as Barrel shot the camera a cold-blooded glare from his position behind Reed.. all as the camera faded out.. to black.