Watching from the back (invite then o2a)

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The show was near end, with only two matches left to take place on the card. Jack Jyndal had already successfully defended his championship and was sticking around to see if Jen Drew would do the same, along with the conclusion of The "Epic" World Title Tourney. After showering, packing up his suitcase and seeing off his good friend and co tag champion Steve Toreno, who didn't have as good of a night losing his Mid Atlantic Championship in a fatal fourway earlier in the night. Jack decided to head over to the lounge GCW had set up in the Backstage area to watch the rest of the show. As he walked into the makeshift lounge, Jack saw all the jobbers and lower card talent watching a giant LCD TV on the far wall. Instead of leaving, Jyndal just stood behind them all, eyes on the screen and nowhere else, it wasn't hard to see it, Jack not the tallest GCW star, but most of the others were sitting in little 15 dollar plastic chairs. He could hear little mentions about the World Title match and from afew of the debutantes, arguments over Jennifer Drew or Trinity winning the big match of the night in thier division... Jack just minded his own business, afew people glanced back at him, but soon realized he was there to watch, and not to be bothered.

God will these people shut up so I can watch the damn match in peace....

Jyndal muttered to himself as he couldn't hear the commentary or anything from the tv with all the chatter in the room....

["Sugar" Shayne Williams]

"HAHAHAHA, it was just a salad's day's work for Shayne Williams." Shayne bursts into the scene, his GCW/GCWA Quebecskatoon Intereuropeancontinental Championship draped over his shoulder, as he's wearing a sweat-drenched skin-tight GCW t-shirt, another victory over his head as he pulls out a plastic chair, swerves it around, and slams it back onto the floor, making a loud metal-hitting floor sound. Knowing how to be the essence of "cool" he made sure the chair was set up near an empty tail, and promptly after sitting down used the table as a foot rest. "Go down against he best, you fall with the rest, HAHAHAHAHAHAHA~" He then grabs his title belt, and places it on the table, rubbing off any imperfections as he tried to use it like a mirror. Was there a difference between Shayne in the ring, and Shayne outside? Maybe...well, maybe if you *really* got to know him, otherwise, he just seemed like the same, in-and-out.

Done looking at himself, he takes his feet off the table, and gazes around the room. What was with the all guys in the room? Honestly. There's women in this league too. Making a face, he meets eyes with Jack Jyndal, and feeds him a smirk. Laughing a bit to himself, he points at Jyndal's belt, then to his own, and silently mouths "My belt is greater then yours."

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As Shayne walks into the room Jyndal looks over at him for a moment, and realizes that this kid may just be the biggest air head in the room....

Am I the only normal one here?

Jyndal thinks to himself as he returns to watching the show... After another few minutes, a glare catches Jack's eyes. It was coming from the oddest, weirdest, most idiotic title belt Jack had ever seen, which was sitting on a table infront of the over the top moron who had caught Jack's attention afew moments before with his puzzling entrance. As Jack looked over Shayne mouthed a stupid comment about his belt being better..... Jyndal really didn't know what the hell was going on here, who this kid was or why he had some little championship belt that he had never seen before....

Who are you?

Jack asked Shayne with a puzzled face, standing afew feet away...

["Sugar" Shayne Williams]

"Who am I? WHO I AM I?! HAHAHAHA~" He stands up from his chair, and places the belt back on his shoulder, adjusting it so he looked just a tad more tougher. "I'm nothing but your...NINETY-NINE TIME GEE-CEE-DOUBLE-YA, GEE-CEE-DOUBLE-YA-AYE, QUEBECSKATOON INTEREUROPEANCONINENTAL CHAMPION! YEAH BABY YEAH ALRIGHT!" He stomps his foot as he looks towards the ceiling the breathe in the vibrant electricity. "The most prestigious belt in all of professional wrestling today, and I, "SUGAR" Shayne Williams has the HONOR! To weld such a belt upon my shoulder. Everyone, worldwide, knows my name...or should. Everyone, right down to AUSTRALIA, knows of "SUGAR" SHAYNE WILLIAMS!" He gives Jyndal another smirk, and folds his arms. "What people should be asking is WHAT is THAT?" He points at Jyndal's belt, "And WHO are YOU?" Then proceeds to point at Jyndal's face. Didn't anyone ever teach Shayne that it's impolite to point?

He then uses his other hand to DOUBLE point at Jyndal.

...apparently not.

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This guy had to top Jyndal's list of strangest wrestlers he had met over his carreer. People thought Jack was arrogant, this guy is the definition of arrogance...

Me? I'm Jack Jyndal... and I could list out my acheivments but that would take to long... oh and this, this is my World Class Tag Team Champions title belt.... Now if you don't mind, I think I'm gonna watch the show....

["Sugar" Shayne Williams]

"Watch the show? WATCH THE SHOW?! Why watch the show when we've already HAD our matches? We LIVED the show, watching it just doesn't have that same effect." He walks over to Jyndal, and wraps his arm around his shoulders. "Let me tell you a story, a story dating way back to NINETEEN NINETY-FIVE!" Shayne dashes a straight hand in front of them as he begins to paint a picture, looking up to the sky while doing so. "You see, 1995 was the first time Mama Williams took little Sugar to his FIRST, then World Wrestling Federation, live event, and BY GOD! It changed his little life. You see, he was confined to watching his fair of professional wrestling on Mama Williams' old school television. A television that didn't even have a remote, so you can imagine the exercise little Sugar achieved by not having the luxury of being a coach potato, but YOU SEE, that's is besides the point." He gets off of Jyndal's shoulders, and walks in front of him, blocking Jyndal from the television screen. "During that faithful Saturday evening, I meet my HERO, my IDOL, the reason "Sugar" Shayne is even standing in front of you today, Canada's own Bret "The Hitman" Hart. You see, I didn't know he sported the colors of pink and black seeing how the television at the house still black and white, so when I first gazed my eyes upon my future motivation, you can imagine how surprised little Sugar was. One of his heroes, baring the colors he thought only girls could pass off as cool. He opened my eyes that day. HE OPENED THEM WIDE." Shayne is staring right in Jyndal's eyes, as he opens them wide. He then does some forceful blinks before continuing. "He shown me that guys can look totally kickass in pink, which is why I'm wearing this GCW Debutante t-shirt." He smiles, "You see where I'm getting at? If it wasn't for that LIVE event, I would have been blind to 90's fashion sense. I wouldn't be the WRESTLER standing in front of you today. Watching wrestling on television? Pssh. It's better to just walk out THAT door, and sit there with the crowd, soaking in the total experience."