Post by "Sugar" Shayne Williams on Jan 27, 2009 2:25:53 GMT -5
"Mmmm, mmmmmmmmmmm...." can be heard as the camera clearly focuses on the backstage scene at hand. A brown-haired fellow, wearing an off-white jacket complete with an elegant maroon stripe is scene looking at himself in the mirror as a grabs a comb from the brim of his jacket and does a quick touch-up before turning around with a giant smile on his face. His glasses scream of nostalgia as he starts with a low laugh, and suddenly erupts. "HAHAHA! YOU SEE, tonight isn't just the GCW television debut of "Sugar" Shayne Williams. OH NO! For those of you that have been keeping up with the internet wrestling community, and the videos posted on the official Global Championship Wrestling website, then I am no stranger to you. "Sugar" Shayne is but another common face in that crowd of people in the back. You know me, just like I know you. Yes, that's right, EDDY! If it wasn't for my online blog, Sally there, her cute blonde head so calmly draped on your innocent lap, wouldn't even be there! BUT HAHA! For those who don't know me, allow me to give you a small introduction."
Sugar begins to roll his shoulders, looking to be searching for that perfect mental state. Taking a long deep breath, he swiftly takes his glasses off and gives the camera in front of him a nice, sweet stare, complete with that ever-so cocky half-smile, the imperfection of his teeth showing proudly. "If there's any word in the world that doesn't describe me it's every single language variation of the word 'perfect.' NO, NO, NO, don't get the Sugar wrong, I just have that substantial belief that everyone in the world has some singular aspect that they can improve themselves in, and to be completely honest, "Sugar" Shayne Williams has his faults." He picks up his right index finger and quickly runs it against his right eyebrow as he leans in close on the camera, the imperfection of his teeth again shown proudly. "Just look at these munchers. Momma Sugar way back down in Saskatoon was a poor woman. Didn't have a dime towards her name. So back when Little Shayne was just a mere three and a half feet tall, and his first front tooth came out, then he just couldn't help himself but constantly stick his tongue in that little gap causing them to grow crooked, and we didn't have the Canadian dollars in order to pay for braces by the time I was fifteen. "SUGAR" SHAYNE has his faults you see. Just like everyone one of you watching at home on your couch, or at your friend's house, or at your dad's house, it doesn't matter! The fact is you're watching me now."
The camera then zooms out and he soon pauses as he suddenly brings his left hand off screen and picks up a golden belt. It wasn't just any belt, no! It was the belt of champions, the belt he had held on ninety-eight separate occasions, currently running on his ninety-ninth. "HAHA! This here baby...my baby here, is the love of my life, the meaning of the world, this is....THE!" He pauses in mid-sentence as he uses his free-hand to slip back on his old school shades, and takes a glance to his right, "GCW!" Then to his left, "GCWA!" Then back at the camera, "QUEBECSKATOON INTEREUROPEANCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP! OH YES! OH YEAH! " Sugar then pauses as he closes his eyes and takes another deep breath, as if he's worshiping the very being that is the most prestigious title of all of professional wrestling today. "I have beaten many foes for this very championship. From the Powerpuff Girls in our epic 3-on-1 WAR in '99! To Gabriel's Chuck Norris action figure, still in it's package from late 2000! This belt has been around the waists of many legends, of many deserving champions, and the fact that I hold this very title now, within the grasps of my left, supporting hand, is just enough to tell you the very being that is "Sugar" Shayne Williams!" He then clinches his right fist as he begins to get really hyped up, only take another deep breath to quickly calm himself down.
"But I know what you're thinkin'. Oh yes, I know what you're dreamin'." Sugar then goes in a high-pitched voice, "Sugar" Shayne, why go for the GCW World Title when you already have a championship?" He pauses as he gives the camera another nice stare, "I'll tell you why! You see, I'm a man that represents the world. I've beaten every type of person you can imagine. Geeks. Nerds. Toys. Traps. Emos. Rappers. Canadians. Americans. Mexicans. Indians. Japaneseians. Preps. Cheerleaders. Snowboarders. Girl. Boy. Transgendered. Moms. Dads. Gumby! I've BEAT THEM ALL!" He points to the sky epically as the finger strolls it's way down to the camera, "All with this title on the line. But you see...this isn't....a WORLD title. As much as it pains me so, this title isn't a...WORLD title. Camera Man, come 'ere and zoom on my baby here. Look. Does the word "World" appear anywhere on it?" It didn't. In fact, the title only represented a few Providences in the country of Canada, and anything that was Intereuropeancontinental. Whatever that meant. "See my moral dilemma? How can I be a man of the world, if I only represent a handful. A bucket's worth. A soda can. I cannot lie to you. "SUGAR" Shayne doesn't lie, OH YES, OH NO. SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"That's why I'm here, and that's why I'm writing my little name, on this littler piece of paper, and dumping it in that magician's cap."
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Sugar begins to roll his shoulders, looking to be searching for that perfect mental state. Taking a long deep breath, he swiftly takes his glasses off and gives the camera in front of him a nice, sweet stare, complete with that ever-so cocky half-smile, the imperfection of his teeth showing proudly. "If there's any word in the world that doesn't describe me it's every single language variation of the word 'perfect.' NO, NO, NO, don't get the Sugar wrong, I just have that substantial belief that everyone in the world has some singular aspect that they can improve themselves in, and to be completely honest, "Sugar" Shayne Williams has his faults." He picks up his right index finger and quickly runs it against his right eyebrow as he leans in close on the camera, the imperfection of his teeth again shown proudly. "Just look at these munchers. Momma Sugar way back down in Saskatoon was a poor woman. Didn't have a dime towards her name. So back when Little Shayne was just a mere three and a half feet tall, and his first front tooth came out, then he just couldn't help himself but constantly stick his tongue in that little gap causing them to grow crooked, and we didn't have the Canadian dollars in order to pay for braces by the time I was fifteen. "SUGAR" SHAYNE has his faults you see. Just like everyone one of you watching at home on your couch, or at your friend's house, or at your dad's house, it doesn't matter! The fact is you're watching me now."
The camera then zooms out and he soon pauses as he suddenly brings his left hand off screen and picks up a golden belt. It wasn't just any belt, no! It was the belt of champions, the belt he had held on ninety-eight separate occasions, currently running on his ninety-ninth. "HAHA! This here baby...my baby here, is the love of my life, the meaning of the world, this is....THE!" He pauses in mid-sentence as he uses his free-hand to slip back on his old school shades, and takes a glance to his right, "GCW!" Then to his left, "GCWA!" Then back at the camera, "QUEBECSKATOON INTEREUROPEANCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP! OH YES! OH YEAH! " Sugar then pauses as he closes his eyes and takes another deep breath, as if he's worshiping the very being that is the most prestigious title of all of professional wrestling today. "I have beaten many foes for this very championship. From the Powerpuff Girls in our epic 3-on-1 WAR in '99! To Gabriel's Chuck Norris action figure, still in it's package from late 2000! This belt has been around the waists of many legends, of many deserving champions, and the fact that I hold this very title now, within the grasps of my left, supporting hand, is just enough to tell you the very being that is "Sugar" Shayne Williams!" He then clinches his right fist as he begins to get really hyped up, only take another deep breath to quickly calm himself down.
"But I know what you're thinkin'. Oh yes, I know what you're dreamin'." Sugar then goes in a high-pitched voice, "Sugar" Shayne, why go for the GCW World Title when you already have a championship?" He pauses as he gives the camera another nice stare, "I'll tell you why! You see, I'm a man that represents the world. I've beaten every type of person you can imagine. Geeks. Nerds. Toys. Traps. Emos. Rappers. Canadians. Americans. Mexicans. Indians. Japaneseians. Preps. Cheerleaders. Snowboarders. Girl. Boy. Transgendered. Moms. Dads. Gumby! I've BEAT THEM ALL!" He points to the sky epically as the finger strolls it's way down to the camera, "All with this title on the line. But you see...this isn't....a WORLD title. As much as it pains me so, this title isn't a...WORLD title. Camera Man, come 'ere and zoom on my baby here. Look. Does the word "World" appear anywhere on it?" It didn't. In fact, the title only represented a few Providences in the country of Canada, and anything that was Intereuropeancontinental. Whatever that meant. "See my moral dilemma? How can I be a man of the world, if I only represent a handful. A bucket's worth. A soda can. I cannot lie to you. "SUGAR" Shayne doesn't lie, OH YES, OH NO. SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"That's why I'm here, and that's why I'm writing my little name, on this littler piece of paper, and dumping it in that magician's cap."
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