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Post by William James on Feb 22, 2009 16:28:52 GMT -5
A sound of guitar fills the arena, as "I Stand Alone' begins to play,
signaling the return of William James to the GCW masses.
He walks out onto the stage, to a roar of disapproval from the crowd with a chorus of boos.
WJ walks to the ring, and grabs a mic from the ring apron,
before climbing into the ring, under to top rope.
Standing center ring, he lifts the mic and begins to speak...
"I'm gonna make this short and sweet...
William James is back in a GCW ring, and I'm looking for a fight.
Absolution marks my 'official' televised return to GCW.
Consider this an open challenge to anyone in the back.
I'm here and I'm ready...
You want a fight... come on out here and get you one!"
WJ looks to the stage, wondering if anyone will take him up on his open challenge.
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Post by "Sugar" Shayne Williams on Feb 22, 2009 16:48:23 GMT -5
"Mmmm...mmm...." Sugar's voice could be heard from the back, as he had a microphone in hand, "Mmmm...someone's cookin' something, and I'm in the mood to eat some of Momma's cookin!" He appears from the back, and emerges from the brims of the entrance curtain as he, and
his GCW/GCWA QUEBECSKATOON INTEREUROPEANCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP, grace their appearance, the crowd cheering in response. What? Was "Sugar" Shayne getting a face reaction?! "SUGAR'S BACK BABY, straight out of a victory against Jerry "Nothing-just-seems-to-be-going-my-way" Massey, and DAMN does it feel good!" He begins to swerve his hips, allowing his title around it to glisten in the spotlight. "You see, I was in the back, basking under the locker room lights, wondering when I as finally going get my opportunity to kick some more ass, when suddenly I heard the world's worst song in the world echo throughout this arena, and that's when I GOT UP from my seat, and got REALLY-REALLY-REALLY-REALLY-REALLY PISSED OFF!" He's fuming as he glares at William James in the middle of the ring. "'I Stand Alone,' REALLY? If there's anything in the world that makes "Sugar" Shayne ticked, it's hearing bad entrance themes, it just brings back bad memories of my adolescent childhood. Back when my older brother Larry would blast this ANNOYING, heavy metal music that made my EARS bleed! And bleeding ears...that's not a sign of good health, and SUGAR needs to be healthy!" He then pauses, and points a finger at William James. "So, I'm just feeling this dire need to stick my size 13 up your ass. Does that sound okay to you?"
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Post by William James on Feb 23, 2009 9:39:02 GMT -5
WJ looks to the stage, as 'Sugar' comes out,
and then he lets out a slight chuckle.
He begins to speak...
"You've got to be kidding me, right?
Just when I thought no one could be a pathetic as Christian Pryce,
here you are to prove there IS.
This is who I get to 'debut' with?
Whatever..."
WJ walks a circle in the ring, then continues...
"Listen here, 'Sugar' Steve, or Shayne, or Sha-na-na...
whatever the hell your name is...
If you think what your older brother did to you when you where young,
it will be nothing compared to what I do to you.
You talk of wanting good health?
I'm definitely BAD for your health.
You're gonna regret even coming out here to face me.
You're on, pal.
Bring your ass down here, and let's do this..."
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Post by "Sugar" Shayne Williams on Feb 23, 2009 23:42:55 GMT -5
"Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-here." Sugar sticks out both his hands as he motions for the all he motion to stop. "I can't go down there just yet, no, you see..."Sugar" Shayne isn't ready. While, yeah, I did step down here, with an annoying ringing in my ears, and while I am...definitely in my wrestling gear, Shayne isn't ready. JUST LOOK AT MY HAIR." The camera zooms in on Shayne's noggin, as you get the impression that he just rolled out of bed in the morning. "See? I can't wrestle you if my hair like this! Especially when we're broadcasting in HD. SO! Givemeaminute." He turns his back towards the scene as he pulls a comb from the inside of a jacket pocket, as well as a mirror. Giving himself a few smiles, and smirks as he makes his hair all nice and neat, he finishes with a huge "YEAH BABEH!" before turning back around and facing William James.
"So. I head someone wants some sugar in their Corn Flakes." He passes a sly smirk before bolting towards the ring. He ran, and he ran fast. Boas and all trailing behind him as he reached the wrestling ring. With a look of determination, he snaps off his glasses, and tossed them into a the crowd. That was then followed by his hip-swerving jacket antics as he forces it onto the ring mat, making a slight slapping sound. Winking at William James, "In the ring. Entrance gear off. But...just look at this thing of beauty." He begins swerving his hips again, allowing his made-up title to once more, kiss the limelight. "You only wish you had to wake up too in the morning. The love of my life. My wife. My girlfriend. My mistress." He unwraps the belt around his waist and kisses it before placing dangling off the ring post.
"Go for broke!"
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Post by William James on Feb 24, 2009 0:16:42 GMT -5
WJ just shakes his head and thinks to himself...
"Unbeliveable... this guy's got Pryce beat ten fold..."
WJ lifts the mic to speak again, as he sees the antics of 'Sugar'...
"I wouldn't fuss so much with the hair, son.
Ain't gonna matter no how."
With 'Sugar' standing before him, now in the ring, WJ gets a closer look
at the 'so-called' Championship belt around his opponent's waist.
WJ lets out a chuckle...
"And what the hell do you call that?
Didn't I see that belt hanging in the souvenir stand
on my way in this place for, what was it... 10 bucks, maybe?
What is that plastic?"
WJ extends his hands out to reach for the belt, but before he could grab it,
'Sugar' turns and places it on the ring post.
"I guess it don't matter anyway.
Whatever floats your boat, pal."
So, you finally ready to do this, or what...
Or you gonna pause to paint your toe nails next?"
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