Post by Reed Williams on May 27, 2015 19:15:21 GMT -8
"Shawna Martinez has a jawline that's quiiiiiiite suspect." - Reed Williams
"HARRY, HIT THE WATERWORKS!"
The scene opens up on a grey colored statue, that of female gender. The statue was done in the architect of Greek, possibly Roman--- all as when Reed cued for Harry to hit the waterworks, a steady stream o water poured from the statutes eyes, falling into a small man-made river beneath it. Allowing the camera to pan back, we see Reed Williams in dressed as casual as casual can be, with him was Barrel, who was anything but casual. Reed's black shirt with the words "Frank Should Have Tapped" in white font stood out more as a poke at Washington's injury rather than making a statement of any kind. Barrel's huge tattooed arms were crossed in front of his chest, his wet hair hanging in front of his face as the mystique of the big man continued to build.. people knew that he was a force to be reckoned with, but.. to what extent? Sooner than later he would put a full display on of his destructive nature, who's to say that the day wouldn't be Reed's match against Shawna Martinez? Reed and Barrel were in the same ballpark as far as how far they'd go to further their career, woman or not, Shawna wasn't safe from what would be thrown at her.. which led into this before us now.
"The million dollar question right now is, 'Why would I, Reed Williams, volunteer my services to Mister Cornelius knowing well that my opponent, Shawna Williams, is coming off of possibly the most traumatic experience in her life?' Some may say I don't value my career enough, some say that I'm an opportunist looking to strike while the iron's hot.. but it's actually none of those. What I am, is a man that has a very well structured plan, and it all starts with removing the overrated and unnecessary in this industry. People seem to forget that my goal, amongst becoming the best this industry has ever seen, is eradicating people like Frank Washington- people like Shawna Martinez. Drew Stevenson did me a favor by sidelining Frank momentarily, it allows me to let my focus fall solely on Shawna, and Shawna.. I'm going to beat you, and I'm going to beat you decisively."
To add a bit of 'drama' to the moment, Reed reached down and grabbed hold of the bottom of his black shirt and tugged at it, allowing the white font across the chest portion to stretch, giving the camera quite the look at what Shawna probably won't appreciate regarding her husband.
"See this Shawna? This isn't so much a shirt as it is a message, a message saying that Frank.. he was hard headed. Frank was in over his head and he refused to acknowledge that. Maybe at one point in his miserable career Frankie ol' Frankie had the potential to be great, but the only potential he'll be looking to manifest now is walking from the couch to the bathroom without wincing and crying like a little bitch, because that's all Frank is--- a bitch. You're probably tougher than he is, but that isn't saying much Shawna.. as you've made this too easy on me. You're lost girl, you're being suffocated by emotions and I can't help but to stand back and smile at it. You're no where as effective you can be because you're too worried about helping your punk of a husband--- your attention isn't on me, something I bet you'd admit yourself. It's a very.. very.. unforunate mistake you're going to make, but it's fine, I don't really care. You think in history books they write a summary for how matches go? No, they have a winner and a loser, and you Shawna, much like your yellow-streaked coward of a husband.. are losers."
Lifting his right hand in the air, Reed snapped his fingers as the statute was again cued to hit the waterworks as another steady stream of water was collected. Barrel moved in on the camera, now standing a few short feet behind Reed's right shoulder as Williams ran his hand over his slicked back hair as he took a second to let his thoughts sink in. He knew from the instant that IC3 wanted someone to step up and take the initiative, he was the man for the job. After being passed over and over by the 'veterans' of the sport who hogged the glory and refused to step out of the spotlight, he was going to make a name for himself.. no matter the cost. The saying "good things happen to those who wait" was an absolute lie, Reed HAD waited and all he was rewarded with was broken promises and a facade of appreciation. It dawned on both he and Barrel that instead of sitting back and waiting, they needed to come out swinging with torches and burn everything to the mother-effin' ground.
"For all you want *me* to remember Shawna, you should also remember something.. I'm not Eli Coffin. I'm better than Eli Coffin, you'd need fifty of him to equal one of me, and that's no lie. Unlike Eli Coffin, I'm showing up to Gold Rush to yes, teach you a lesson--- that lesson being that you don't belong anywhere near a wrestling ring, especially in my presence. Am I supposed to be intimidated that Mama Bear fears slighted that her cub was mauled by The Emerald Lion? I'm sorry--- I think I missed that memo as you don't scare me Shawna, I pity you. I pity the fact that your husband is such a god-damned coward that instead of sucking it up and facing me himself, he's sending out his wife who's so drowned in the Sea of Grief that she doesn't know left from right. It's funny that you refer to me as a 'lapdog' when you're out here looking to avenge your husband's obviously minor injury. A broken leg is taking him out, really? I went white-water rafting with a concussion and a broken patella. I played my last game of varsity football, the Atlanta State Championship with a dislocated elbow and still threw for six touchdowns. If I'm a 'lapdog' then what does that make you Shawna? The gatekeeper to the biggest pussy this industry has to offer? Hm?"
Reed paused for a second, he wanted to give Shawna and viewers the opportunity to think about the question he asked, he didn't was an impulsive answer. Reed being called a lapdog in his opinion was laughable with Shawna's maternal instinct coming out and protecting her poor little baby bear who jumped into the lion's den and got what he deserved.
"Reputations.. I don't like reputations, because most of the time reputations are figments of one's imagination. For example, I'm guessing the reputation you have is that you're some kind of Athena-ish, woman better than man oogah-oogah Neanderthal, right? Your forehead and flat nose sure as hell would give me that impression- but let's stop there. Let's explore your reputation, and this is coming from someone that isn't too familiar with you. Maybe.. Your reputation is that you stupidly believe that people are afraid of you because... of.. whatever? I really don't know you Shawna, all I've ever heard about you is people aren't sure if you're treading hermaphrodite territory and if that's true, cool for you and I'm glad Frank is into that- it seems like he enjoys having his body 'broken' I just didn't know he liked it in that manner too!"
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For the first time ever, Barrel cracked a smirk at Reed's joke, all as Reed held his right arm out and tilted his head in a 'c'mon, give me props' manner, and to his credit.. Barrel gave him that. Reed backed up a bit and let his heels touch the concrete as he took a seat on the edge of the ledge that formed around the collection of water from the stream of tears that poured from the statue upon Reed's cue. Barrel stood to Reed's right, his arms still crossed over his chest as Reed locked both hands in front of him and hunched over a bit, all as he looked into the camera, keeping a pretty serious look etched across his face rather than the usual cockiness that he let off.
"I appreciate The Vagina Monologue you threw my way but save your life story for a desperate C List Hollywood producer and director, maybe they'll even let you star in it as yourself since finding a woman with shoulders as big as yours might prove troublesome. I'm not interested in who and what you love, that doesn't matter to me. What matters to me is you throwing out threats like you're going to 'hurt me,' and how exactly do you plan on doing that? Are you going to hit me with a frying pan after you're through cooking me a steak and a grilled cheese sandwich? Maybe try and take me out with a rolling pin after you're done crafting home-made butter-milk biscuits? I don't understand your approach, but maybe that's why you and Frank make such a great couple, you're both delusional. You both buy into your own hype.. and you know what happens when people like me don't invest in that? You people go away, you cease to exist. When your reputation, which I'm guessing--- according to you, is that you're some violence loving female, is questioned and someone like Reed effin' Williams stands up, looks you straight in the eye and says "darlin', I don't believe you or your words" you crumble- your knees collapse from the pressure and you go from being The Boogey Woman to.. a cute little Labradoodle who just wants to play fetch and wants her belly rubbed- is that it Shawna? Is Frank not rubbing your belly the way you want? I'd help you but I'm not into chicks with dicks, even if it was removed at birth--- females with as much or more testosterone as me ain't my thing.. Frank loves it though I bet."
With a simple shrug of his shoulders, Reed chuckled very lightly before continuing his speech.
"You have your dog, a very loyal companion. I bet your dog loves you Shawna, I bet at the drop of a hat he'd attack and make sure to keep his owner safe and that's cool and all, see because while you've got that influence over an animal, a beautiful animal I might add- I've got something better than that. While you've got a Doberman to protect your best interests and act as a visual aid to the power you think you have in your head.. I've got a near seven foot, over three hundred and twenty pound, tattooed bad ass from The Steel City who doesn't turn yellow when hit in the face with a rolled up newspaper. There's no dog whistle in the world that would stop Barrel, and I've earned his respect, I've earned his loyalty. While I doubt your dog will be with you at Gold Rush, you can best believe that.."
Standing up, Reed rolled his shoulders forward and slapped Barrel across the chest, the big man didn't budge or blink an eye from the contact as Reed let off a laugh, one laced with a total mocking tone to make fun of Shawna's misfortune of having him standing across from her.
".. Barrel will do whatever is in my best interest. He and I are on the same page, we both understand that failure isn't an option, especially failing against someone like you. It isn't even about you being a female, it all has to do with how you see yourself, how you believe that you're this be-all, end-all demigod, you're nothing.. you're a joke Shawna. I don't take you seriously because.. what's there that proves you're as good as I'm led to believe? I never heard of you before Golden Gate Wrestling, call it ignorance, call it more balls than brains but I'm not afraid of you or what you're able to do--- I'm really not. I see this no different than how I saw Thaddeus Stone and the world witnessed what happened there.. Continue to question and underrate Reed Williams, it's your bad. As much experience you have, over a decade I believe you stated.. doesn't mean a god-damned thing when you're up against someone of my ability, this is one of the few times where ability trumps experience.. it don't get no better than me, darlin'. Through all the matches you might of had in your career, through all the blood, tears and sacrifices you've made to get to this spot right now--- it all means nothing because it's one pin-point accurate superkick away from being put to bed, leaving you dreaming of a world where you're everything you think you are."
Turning his back to the camera, Reed looked up at the statue as he cocked his head back a bit, Barrel did the same as Reed's voice sounded again, this time a bit muffled due to the angle in which it was projected.
"Wow.. How rude of me. Standing before me is.. you, Shawna. You're a statue, one that's going to cry a river of conspiracy and sadness. While you're busy playing Velma from Scooby-Doo, looking for clues of the big bad IC3 and Drew Stevenson with this agenda you're too cowardly to openly admit you think exists, you're going to see how bad of an idea that is with a young wolf like me looking to attack from the distance. Mama Bear is too distracted with everything else going around her, that's why Mama Bear is better being in a circus, in a controlled environment, riding around on a unicycle and doing tricks for honey rather than being in a concrete jungle. Mama Bear shouldn't poke the hungry wolf.. because contrary to what she believes, he is able to ascend the food-chain and become the apex predator. All as Mama Bear Shawna Martinez and her monotonic voice and statue like personality tries to be cryptic and intimidating, I'll just laugh and shrug it off because I know that Shawna isn't able to beat me--- Shawna's tears won't make a difference come Gold Rush. Much like this statue, it's for nothing. It's just there to take up space, much like Shawna is, and her tears? It's just a public urinal without the sign."
Breaking his silence, probably sending GGW fans into a coma from surprise-- Barrel cleared his throat and spoke up with his deep voice.
"You can't piss in public, it's against the law."
Arching a brow at Barrel's remark, Reed shrugged his shoulders
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"Correction big man, what's against the law is chokin' your chicken, I'll piss where and when I want, there's no law that can tell me what I can do. Just like there's no way I'm supposed to believe that Shawna's perspective is right-- Barrel, bro, she probably honestly believes that we'll achieve nothing, that we'll be nothing but another name on the roster. According to Shawna Martinez who's probably Miss Cleo 2015, we're not firestarters.. we're not 'destined' for greatness due to I guess how we beat Thaddeus Stone at the last show, but we're supposed to believe that she has this..
Ripping a page straight out of a book from Dr. Evil in Austin Powers, Reed put up his index and middle finger on both his left and right hand--- quotation fingers.
" 'Reputation'.."
Reed rolled his eyes and made a face out of sarcasm.
".. for being a bloodlusting demon because she beat.. Eli Coffin... Riiiiiight. But whatever, she can continue to live in Shawnaland where she's a deserving challenger to Drew's championship and where Frank isn't faking an injury due to fear of getting exposed as a punkass mark by us, it is what it is. Maybe after Gold Rush, Shawna will snap out of her delusion and understand that nobody cares about her claims--- nobody is afraid of her threats. As I said, in Shawnaland where she's Queen, it may be the case, but in reality.. aye- kay- aye, Reed's World, I am judge.. I am jury.. and Barrel is executioner. I'm planning on kicking you in the face so hard Shawna, the cramps you felt when you were going through puberty will be like a god-damned set of hiccups. I'm not Eli Coffin, I'm not Hans Vanderberg, trust me."
Turning around, Reed looked down at the white font on his chest--- smiling at the mind games he was playing with the message he was shooting across to Shawna with making fun of Frank's grizzly injury. Looking at the camera, Reed ran both hands over the top of his slicked back hair and flicked his hands forward.
"Since we're in the business of introducing ourselves, let me do the same. My name is Reed Williams and this is my pal, Barrel. At Gold Rush.. You'll get a first hand account of what we're able to do and who we are. Together, we're two very.. very.. very bad individuals, and individually? I'll not just 'slaughter dreams' but I'll eradicate your presence. Together? We'll put you in a hospital bed in a full body cast next to your punkass husband, together you can share green Jello and Tampons, since his vagina bleeds--- he's such an overdramatic loser, make sure you pick up Midol from Costco, having two bitches in the same household must be a nightmare during the month."
With another shrug, Reed smiled--- all as he snapped his fingers again, causing the statute to cry.
"Show me the waterworks Shawna, your tears are gonna be delicious."
Reed lifted his right hand, placed it near his throat and swiped at it in a cut-throat motion all as that signaled the camera feed to be cut, as the last sight was fixed in on the crying statue that Reed Williams made certain Shawna Martinez understood was a representation that the tears would fall when it was all said and done. There was no fear from Reed Williams, and as he said--- it could be considered having more 'balls than brains' but that's how he lived his life. Poking at Frank Washington's injury would only make Shawna angry, but it was something Reed was counting on, as there was nothing more vulnerable than an infuriated woman who couldn't see straight. Irrational women who acted out of impulse rather than methodical thinking was easy to manipulate, and that's what Reed looked to do--- this would no doubt be an interesting clash between two different forces.
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