Post by Reed Williams on May 5, 2015 20:23:00 GMT -8
"My piss in a jar is worth more than Thaddeus Stone's contributions to this industry." - Reed Williams
Imagine this, a sunny day without a cloud in the sky. The blue was of the utmost bluest, the sun's magnificent glow was probably visible from Pluto. For this day would be forever remembered not because of some silly happenings with a movie full of Reed Williams wannabes that drew an OK box-office, but due to the fact that The Nonpareil would elevate Golden Gate Wrestling above the bile and sewage and on the very top of the industry. Dressed for the occasions with a pair of black slacks, creased of course, and a olive green colored dress shirt buttoned from top to bottom, we see Reed Williams on an grassy knoll, and before speculation goes any further.. no, Reed was not the second shooter in the JFK assassination. Standing behind him with a black leather vest with all sorts of MC patches on it and a black, aged jeans was Reed's insurance policy, Barrel who looked as cool as cool can be. Reed ran his hands over his slicked back hair that amounted to a ponytail in the back, all as he then let his index and thumb on his right hand stoke each side of his goatee.
"When I was told who I was matched up against at GGW's first event, I have to admit.. I was totally disappointed. I mean, how could I not be? Instead of being given the opportunity to showcase my ability against bigger, established veterans of the sport, I'm stuck against some nobody named Thaddeus Stone.. Thaddeus.. god-damned.. Stone. Are we back going back 1986? Is this the moment where I look back at Barrel and say.. HEY, BIG MAN! Jump in the DeLorean and gun it to 88! I don't know who Thaddeus Stone is, but I'm guessing the late 80s was the only time this nobody was relevant and it pisses me off, it pisses me off to no extent!"
It was easy to put yourself into Reed's shoes due to the fact that he wanted to be given the shot to show he was the real deal and not some fly-by-night, cookie-cutter bum that had a fancy nickname and no talent to back it up. Truth be told, it was a very high percentage that Reed knew not of Stone, but was assuming, but it was something he had grown to be good at. Taking very little information and spinning it to make himself out to be correct, it was a gift, but the chances of it blowing up in his face always existed.
"You've got Dromaeosaurus Stevenson versus Frank Lincoln, the 94rd President of the United State of Always Overachieving for the Golden Gate Wrestling Championship, a title match that *I* should be in, 'cause.. why not? Does Drew Stevenson really need to be given another shot at a championship? What's that gonna be, 35? 36? It's stupid, and it's a show of fear from the brass. Same can be said about Abraham Washington and his yellow streak, that's not a fashion statement bro, that's fear-- fear of being outproduced and outworked by a hungrier, better and a lot more god-damned handsome guy in me-- ain't that right Big Man?!"
Reed glanced over his shoulder as Barrel simply nodded his head, he was a good man to keep Reed's ego afloat in times of need like this.
"I can stand here and let tears fall like the rest of the guys in the industry, that's the easy way out.. So you know what, I'm gonna stop the whining and get straight to the point. I don't know who Thaddeus Stone is, I figured he's some guy working on a comeback.. but it's going to fall flat, I guarantee you that. Maybe in you're day when you were a twenty-something year old with balanced testerone levels.. Ya had a chance, but your day has come.. you no longer matter. You're not being given a second chance in your career, you're just being used as a sacrificial lamb being led to the slaughter, in all hopes to praise Thy Almighty Reed Williams. They can duck the truth now, but it can't be held down forever--- Thaddeus, bro, you stand no chance. It'll be a swift, painful end to your comeback attempt.. sorry, at least you tried."
Much like Reed's first appearance for GGW... there was no denying the kid's confidence in himself. He believed that he was the best the GGW offered and things like experience or past accolades for his fellow roster men would change that perspective on things. It's a foolish misconception, holding yourself in a higher regard than those who have years in the industry, but sometimes it pays having more guts than brains and confidence than fear. What would Reed be if he was intimidated by the likes of the main-event participants in Stevenson and Washington? It'd make him a coward, and thus, he'd also be intimidated by Stone's experience.. it's something that he knows can't be done. Despite his age and lack of total experience, talent at times trumps that and that's what Reed is relying on come Gold Rush.
"I could stand here all day and preach what I'm going to do to you Thaddeus.. I could step up on a soap-box and shout to all that listen, warn them of the prophecy, but they won't listen--- just as you won't. You'll see some punk kid with an ego and think I'm not a legitimate threat and there.. that's going to be your mistake. You're gonna write me off for being nothing but a cocky clown, but when you feel your head snap to the side and knees go weak--- when memes like Pacquaio is made in your honor of you out-cold, zZz'ing.."
Yes, Reed did say "zZz'ing" instead of 'sleeping' which just showcased his creativity!
"You won't remember your failed comeback attempt, you won't be able to recall much except the fact that I called it--- and... Sweet Dreams, Cupcake. That's all that'll matter, not your experience, not your age, not your attempt to be the comeback kid, those efforts fell short the second that the powers that be decided to put you across of me and have you go from underdog story on ESPN to statistic in the history books when it's all said and done. My name, if we're not clear with that by now.. is Reed Williams, I'm everything that this industry needs to survive. Many make that claim, yet just as much of them fail to prove it, not me--- not now, not ever. I'm not going out in front of a bunch of marks who want to see me fail and give them what they so desperately desire, I'll piss on their heads and wave whilst doing so. No way do I fail, not because of you Thaddeus, not because of anyone on that roster--- or anywhere else in this god damned industry. I've come to far, made too much sacrifices and now it's time that *I* take instead of giving. Now it's time that *I* be selfish and step on the fingers of the guys barely holding onto the cliff of desire, as they're trying to cling to the dream they have of being a professional wrestler worth a damn! I don't care about anyone aside of myself and at Gold Rush, *YOU* Thaddeus Stone, will find that out the hard way. No more fun and games, this isn't a circus and I'm not painting my face and making balloon animals. I'm showing up in 'Frisco with the sole intent of breaking Thaddeus Stone's comeback attempt in half, and in the process figuratively demolishing your dreams, crapping it out and flushing it down the toilet where you belong!"
He could be mean, and he could be a dick, it's what gave him that edge. Reed would often take things to the next level and instigate problems, as he was a huge believer in Muhammad Ali's train of thought where it's better to beat an opponent outside of the ring, during the build up as it makes finishing the job so much easier. Psychological battling was an area that he excelled in, and it was probably due to his smooth as silk nature where things didn't often bother him (on the surface) and instead, he would absorb it and blast it back in your direction like Remy LeBeau launching a kinetically charged Ace of Spades.
"I wanted to get this out early, I wanted to give you something to think about. I'm not going to be like everyone else, there's no Option A.. or.. Option B. Whether or not you like it, you're going to be taken down and left a broken mess after Gold Rush, not because it's the right thing to do, but because it's the ONLY thing that needs to be done. You're like the rest of the dinosaurs I mentioned earlier, you're taking up space and wasting oxygen--- *my* oxygen and that ends at Gold Rush. Put your best foot forward, try your hardest and make sure you handle personal business prior to the match 'cause there's a chance that you're going to end up on some milk-carton, lost due to understanding that you just don't got it anymore.. You're outclassed, outgunned and outnumbered.."
Reed pointed over his shoulder with his thumb, giving the camera to catch the nodding Barrel all as the camera cut back to Reed.
"Take a second to let this alllllllllllllllllllllll sink in, Thaddeus. Make sure that before you speak up and dig yourself a deeper hole, that you realize that the plot is three feet deep as it is. There's no reason to knock you out with a shovel and put you eight-feet under, of course.. logically, of course. But I've never been the most logical man on the planet, I beat to the sound of my own drum and at Gold Rush--- you'll find out first hand why IC3 reached out to me personally and ensured that before he decided to open this company, he had me on board. As I said earlier, I'm everything this industry needs to survive, and you? You're a fossil of what it was. Consider me the meteor that's gonna strike Earth and wipe out the Jurassic Age, guys like you and the rest of those geezers on the roster--- all as we start anew, and everything is done in *my* image. What you see is the finest gift that The Big Man upstairs could give, a man made in his image set out to do his job.. I'm Reed Williams, but you can just call me.. God. And at Gold Rush- God unleashes the rapture, starting with Thaddeus Stone."
What was a proper 'closing statement' than that, paired with Reed extending his arms out in the form of the Apollo pose? Nothing.. Nothing would top that, not especially with the beautiful scenary behind him, the sky was still blue, no clouds would illustrate the sky and the sun kept burning on down. Was it hard to get to like someone like Reed Williams? Absolutely! But was there anyone that could humble him? Probably not. He was one of those guys that despite getting hit, no matter how many times he'd catch a beating, he'd stand up--- bloody, beaten and broken, calling for more and exclaiming that the man responsible for the damage was nothing more than a punk-ass bitch that couldn't finish the job. No doubt this would come to be at Gold Rush, no matter how much of a beating Stone might dish out, Reed will continue to get up and keep fighting.. keep the taunting and definitely keep going. The odds of that happening with Barrel in his corner was slim to none, the insurance policy would make sure that Reed's success was a priority. The main focus was making sure that at the end of the day, Reed's words were backed up and supported by wins, with.. or without assists from Barrel. With the two standing there, soaking up the glory of the moment, Reed fired off a cocky little wink all as the camera pulled back, allowing Reed to turn around and face his back to the camera.. all as the scene closed out for the moment.
Imagine this, a sunny day without a cloud in the sky. The blue was of the utmost bluest, the sun's magnificent glow was probably visible from Pluto. For this day would be forever remembered not because of some silly happenings with a movie full of Reed Williams wannabes that drew an OK box-office, but due to the fact that The Nonpareil would elevate Golden Gate Wrestling above the bile and sewage and on the very top of the industry. Dressed for the occasions with a pair of black slacks, creased of course, and a olive green colored dress shirt buttoned from top to bottom, we see Reed Williams on an grassy knoll, and before speculation goes any further.. no, Reed was not the second shooter in the JFK assassination. Standing behind him with a black leather vest with all sorts of MC patches on it and a black, aged jeans was Reed's insurance policy, Barrel who looked as cool as cool can be. Reed ran his hands over his slicked back hair that amounted to a ponytail in the back, all as he then let his index and thumb on his right hand stoke each side of his goatee.
"When I was told who I was matched up against at GGW's first event, I have to admit.. I was totally disappointed. I mean, how could I not be? Instead of being given the opportunity to showcase my ability against bigger, established veterans of the sport, I'm stuck against some nobody named Thaddeus Stone.. Thaddeus.. god-damned.. Stone. Are we back going back 1986? Is this the moment where I look back at Barrel and say.. HEY, BIG MAN! Jump in the DeLorean and gun it to 88! I don't know who Thaddeus Stone is, but I'm guessing the late 80s was the only time this nobody was relevant and it pisses me off, it pisses me off to no extent!"
It was easy to put yourself into Reed's shoes due to the fact that he wanted to be given the shot to show he was the real deal and not some fly-by-night, cookie-cutter bum that had a fancy nickname and no talent to back it up. Truth be told, it was a very high percentage that Reed knew not of Stone, but was assuming, but it was something he had grown to be good at. Taking very little information and spinning it to make himself out to be correct, it was a gift, but the chances of it blowing up in his face always existed.
"You've got Dromaeosaurus Stevenson versus Frank Lincoln, the 94rd President of the United State of Always Overachieving for the Golden Gate Wrestling Championship, a title match that *I* should be in, 'cause.. why not? Does Drew Stevenson really need to be given another shot at a championship? What's that gonna be, 35? 36? It's stupid, and it's a show of fear from the brass. Same can be said about Abraham Washington and his yellow streak, that's not a fashion statement bro, that's fear-- fear of being outproduced and outworked by a hungrier, better and a lot more god-damned handsome guy in me-- ain't that right Big Man?!"
Reed glanced over his shoulder as Barrel simply nodded his head, he was a good man to keep Reed's ego afloat in times of need like this.
"I can stand here and let tears fall like the rest of the guys in the industry, that's the easy way out.. So you know what, I'm gonna stop the whining and get straight to the point. I don't know who Thaddeus Stone is, I figured he's some guy working on a comeback.. but it's going to fall flat, I guarantee you that. Maybe in you're day when you were a twenty-something year old with balanced testerone levels.. Ya had a chance, but your day has come.. you no longer matter. You're not being given a second chance in your career, you're just being used as a sacrificial lamb being led to the slaughter, in all hopes to praise Thy Almighty Reed Williams. They can duck the truth now, but it can't be held down forever--- Thaddeus, bro, you stand no chance. It'll be a swift, painful end to your comeback attempt.. sorry, at least you tried."
Much like Reed's first appearance for GGW... there was no denying the kid's confidence in himself. He believed that he was the best the GGW offered and things like experience or past accolades for his fellow roster men would change that perspective on things. It's a foolish misconception, holding yourself in a higher regard than those who have years in the industry, but sometimes it pays having more guts than brains and confidence than fear. What would Reed be if he was intimidated by the likes of the main-event participants in Stevenson and Washington? It'd make him a coward, and thus, he'd also be intimidated by Stone's experience.. it's something that he knows can't be done. Despite his age and lack of total experience, talent at times trumps that and that's what Reed is relying on come Gold Rush.
"I could stand here all day and preach what I'm going to do to you Thaddeus.. I could step up on a soap-box and shout to all that listen, warn them of the prophecy, but they won't listen--- just as you won't. You'll see some punk kid with an ego and think I'm not a legitimate threat and there.. that's going to be your mistake. You're gonna write me off for being nothing but a cocky clown, but when you feel your head snap to the side and knees go weak--- when memes like Pacquaio is made in your honor of you out-cold, zZz'ing.."
Yes, Reed did say "zZz'ing" instead of 'sleeping' which just showcased his creativity!
"You won't remember your failed comeback attempt, you won't be able to recall much except the fact that I called it--- and... Sweet Dreams, Cupcake. That's all that'll matter, not your experience, not your age, not your attempt to be the comeback kid, those efforts fell short the second that the powers that be decided to put you across of me and have you go from underdog story on ESPN to statistic in the history books when it's all said and done. My name, if we're not clear with that by now.. is Reed Williams, I'm everything that this industry needs to survive. Many make that claim, yet just as much of them fail to prove it, not me--- not now, not ever. I'm not going out in front of a bunch of marks who want to see me fail and give them what they so desperately desire, I'll piss on their heads and wave whilst doing so. No way do I fail, not because of you Thaddeus, not because of anyone on that roster--- or anywhere else in this god damned industry. I've come to far, made too much sacrifices and now it's time that *I* take instead of giving. Now it's time that *I* be selfish and step on the fingers of the guys barely holding onto the cliff of desire, as they're trying to cling to the dream they have of being a professional wrestler worth a damn! I don't care about anyone aside of myself and at Gold Rush, *YOU* Thaddeus Stone, will find that out the hard way. No more fun and games, this isn't a circus and I'm not painting my face and making balloon animals. I'm showing up in 'Frisco with the sole intent of breaking Thaddeus Stone's comeback attempt in half, and in the process figuratively demolishing your dreams, crapping it out and flushing it down the toilet where you belong!"
He could be mean, and he could be a dick, it's what gave him that edge. Reed would often take things to the next level and instigate problems, as he was a huge believer in Muhammad Ali's train of thought where it's better to beat an opponent outside of the ring, during the build up as it makes finishing the job so much easier. Psychological battling was an area that he excelled in, and it was probably due to his smooth as silk nature where things didn't often bother him (on the surface) and instead, he would absorb it and blast it back in your direction like Remy LeBeau launching a kinetically charged Ace of Spades.
"I wanted to get this out early, I wanted to give you something to think about. I'm not going to be like everyone else, there's no Option A.. or.. Option B. Whether or not you like it, you're going to be taken down and left a broken mess after Gold Rush, not because it's the right thing to do, but because it's the ONLY thing that needs to be done. You're like the rest of the dinosaurs I mentioned earlier, you're taking up space and wasting oxygen--- *my* oxygen and that ends at Gold Rush. Put your best foot forward, try your hardest and make sure you handle personal business prior to the match 'cause there's a chance that you're going to end up on some milk-carton, lost due to understanding that you just don't got it anymore.. You're outclassed, outgunned and outnumbered.."
Reed pointed over his shoulder with his thumb, giving the camera to catch the nodding Barrel all as the camera cut back to Reed.
"Take a second to let this alllllllllllllllllllllll sink in, Thaddeus. Make sure that before you speak up and dig yourself a deeper hole, that you realize that the plot is three feet deep as it is. There's no reason to knock you out with a shovel and put you eight-feet under, of course.. logically, of course. But I've never been the most logical man on the planet, I beat to the sound of my own drum and at Gold Rush--- you'll find out first hand why IC3 reached out to me personally and ensured that before he decided to open this company, he had me on board. As I said earlier, I'm everything this industry needs to survive, and you? You're a fossil of what it was. Consider me the meteor that's gonna strike Earth and wipe out the Jurassic Age, guys like you and the rest of those geezers on the roster--- all as we start anew, and everything is done in *my* image. What you see is the finest gift that The Big Man upstairs could give, a man made in his image set out to do his job.. I'm Reed Williams, but you can just call me.. God. And at Gold Rush- God unleashes the rapture, starting with Thaddeus Stone."
What was a proper 'closing statement' than that, paired with Reed extending his arms out in the form of the Apollo pose? Nothing.. Nothing would top that, not especially with the beautiful scenary behind him, the sky was still blue, no clouds would illustrate the sky and the sun kept burning on down. Was it hard to get to like someone like Reed Williams? Absolutely! But was there anyone that could humble him? Probably not. He was one of those guys that despite getting hit, no matter how many times he'd catch a beating, he'd stand up--- bloody, beaten and broken, calling for more and exclaiming that the man responsible for the damage was nothing more than a punk-ass bitch that couldn't finish the job. No doubt this would come to be at Gold Rush, no matter how much of a beating Stone might dish out, Reed will continue to get up and keep fighting.. keep the taunting and definitely keep going. The odds of that happening with Barrel in his corner was slim to none, the insurance policy would make sure that Reed's success was a priority. The main focus was making sure that at the end of the day, Reed's words were backed up and supported by wins, with.. or without assists from Barrel. With the two standing there, soaking up the glory of the moment, Reed fired off a cocky little wink all as the camera pulled back, allowing Reed to turn around and face his back to the camera.. all as the scene closed out for the moment.