Post by "Sugar" Shayne Williams on Mar 23, 2009 5:24:02 GMT -5
The iconic sounds of that harmonica, that's what this very promo starts with as the scene fades into a close up of "Sugar" Shayne Williams' face as we see him be completely pro with such a simple instrument. His sunglasses glaring beneath the spotlights, but just transparent enough so you can see his closed eyes as she plays the tune to Alanis Morisette's "All I Really Want."
He then stops, and looks at the camera, the Global Championship Wrestling banner behind him as he feeds it a white toothed smile. "HAHAHA! All of you involved, all my friends in the back, pondering, wondering, and thinking of what's going to happen once we all walk past those black entrance curtains, what are you pondering, wondering, and thinking about?" He then pauses he angles his head up, so you can see the full extent of his stubble before continuing. "Are you thinking of your bills? Your ex? Your deadlines? When you're going to die? Because I can tell you right now, ALL OF THAT, every single thing listed, everything single thing going through mind that's other then that wrestling match we're going to have tonight is IRRELEVANT." He pauses again as he looks down at his empty hands, as the camera zooms out. "You see, as I was lying in that tanning bed just a day ago, Sugar Shayne was thinking. What was he thinking? WHAT WAS HE THINKING? Well, wouldn't you like to know?"
He makes a face, pursing his lower lip. "No, no, I was thinking of something Mama Sugar told me years, and years ago, when I was just a boy fishin' at the pond. Sitting there. Our legs dangling off the side of the deck. Waiting." He flips off his sunglasses, and hangs them off the brim of his jacket. "The fish weren't biting. They just swam by our worms. One after one, they went by them. Never did my booey go under that water. Little Sugar began to get frustrated. Little Sugar began to get angry. Little Sugar wanted to SUGAR SMASH the pond and every little fishy inside it. BUT just before he got up, Mama Sugar grabbed his arm. And you know what she said?"
Sugar gets closer to the camera, "Mama Sugar said, 'Sugar. What do you really want?'" He gave the camera a confused look. "Now, Little Sugar scratched his head. Rubbed the chin that would latter contain this perfect stubble. You see, he didn't know how to answer the question. The child with all the answers, waiting for a fish to bite...didn't know how to answer the question. Mama Sugar had given him the unanswerable. AND JUST WHEN he was about to open his mouth with a huge 'I don't know,' his fishing pool shook. IT SHOOK LIKE WILDFIRE....and he caught his first fish." He was pretending like he was reeling in a fish throughout the entire segment.
Smiling at the camera, with his perfect white smile, "You see, the art about fishing is that it's all about patience. Mama Sugar taught me patience that faithful day. But even more, she introduced the question "What do you really want?" And UNTIL THIS VERY DAY, I've pondered that question. But finally. I know. I know what I really want." His smile gets bigger, as his eyes blaze, "I want that GCW World Title." He pauses, breathing in the electricity of his bright future. "Don't get me wrong, having held the GCW/GCWA QUEBECSKATOON INTEREUROPEANCONTINTENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP on ninety-nine separate occasions is no thing to ignore. And currently being one half of the GCW WORLD CLASS TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS is yet another thing I don't take for granted." He begins to breath heavily. "It's just...that gold strap. That big hunk of metal. It...it...takes my breath away. It lingers at me. It calls me towards it. It wants to be around my perfect waist. It wants to hug my six-pack in the making. It wants to kiss my innie, normal belly button.GOD DAMN IT, THE TITLE JUST TURNS ME ON!"
He closes his eyes, and tries to settle himself down."A ladder match is patience. Patience is the key. Winning is just one step closer to my love. And that is why...I play my harmonica." He busts out his instrument of choice again, and starts playing "All I Really Want" once more as the scene fades.
He then stops, and looks at the camera, the Global Championship Wrestling banner behind him as he feeds it a white toothed smile. "HAHAHA! All of you involved, all my friends in the back, pondering, wondering, and thinking of what's going to happen once we all walk past those black entrance curtains, what are you pondering, wondering, and thinking about?" He then pauses he angles his head up, so you can see the full extent of his stubble before continuing. "Are you thinking of your bills? Your ex? Your deadlines? When you're going to die? Because I can tell you right now, ALL OF THAT, every single thing listed, everything single thing going through mind that's other then that wrestling match we're going to have tonight is IRRELEVANT." He pauses again as he looks down at his empty hands, as the camera zooms out. "You see, as I was lying in that tanning bed just a day ago, Sugar Shayne was thinking. What was he thinking? WHAT WAS HE THINKING? Well, wouldn't you like to know?"
He makes a face, pursing his lower lip. "No, no, I was thinking of something Mama Sugar told me years, and years ago, when I was just a boy fishin' at the pond. Sitting there. Our legs dangling off the side of the deck. Waiting." He flips off his sunglasses, and hangs them off the brim of his jacket. "The fish weren't biting. They just swam by our worms. One after one, they went by them. Never did my booey go under that water. Little Sugar began to get frustrated. Little Sugar began to get angry. Little Sugar wanted to SUGAR SMASH the pond and every little fishy inside it. BUT just before he got up, Mama Sugar grabbed his arm. And you know what she said?"
Sugar gets closer to the camera, "Mama Sugar said, 'Sugar. What do you really want?'" He gave the camera a confused look. "Now, Little Sugar scratched his head. Rubbed the chin that would latter contain this perfect stubble. You see, he didn't know how to answer the question. The child with all the answers, waiting for a fish to bite...didn't know how to answer the question. Mama Sugar had given him the unanswerable. AND JUST WHEN he was about to open his mouth with a huge 'I don't know,' his fishing pool shook. IT SHOOK LIKE WILDFIRE....and he caught his first fish." He was pretending like he was reeling in a fish throughout the entire segment.
Smiling at the camera, with his perfect white smile, "You see, the art about fishing is that it's all about patience. Mama Sugar taught me patience that faithful day. But even more, she introduced the question "What do you really want?" And UNTIL THIS VERY DAY, I've pondered that question. But finally. I know. I know what I really want." His smile gets bigger, as his eyes blaze, "I want that GCW World Title." He pauses, breathing in the electricity of his bright future. "Don't get me wrong, having held the GCW/GCWA QUEBECSKATOON INTEREUROPEANCONTINTENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP on ninety-nine separate occasions is no thing to ignore. And currently being one half of the GCW WORLD CLASS TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS is yet another thing I don't take for granted." He begins to breath heavily. "It's just...that gold strap. That big hunk of metal. It...it...takes my breath away. It lingers at me. It calls me towards it. It wants to be around my perfect waist. It wants to hug my six-pack in the making. It wants to kiss my innie, normal belly button.GOD DAMN IT, THE TITLE JUST TURNS ME ON!"
He closes his eyes, and tries to settle himself down."A ladder match is patience. Patience is the key. Winning is just one step closer to my love. And that is why...I play my harmonica." He busts out his instrument of choice again, and starts playing "All I Really Want" once more as the scene fades.