OOC: Well last one for me. Caught up with school so I'm not going to be able to do another one with Big Daddy because I'm not sure about how joint rps would be judged between partners in seperate matches. So hopefully you'll enjoy this. 

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Bad and Badder!  Warefare II

Blog Post from: WWW.TheIceman.Com (Shawn WIlliams' offical website)

Excellence is my calling card. I've prided myself on being the finest in-ring performer if you believe that Sports Entertainment mumbo jumbo or the better yet wrestler that I can be. It's what has drive me. It's what has pushed me to stay at it all of these years from the time that I was green as goose shit fresh out of high school damn near twenty years ago and living the good live traveling around the world wrestling in places like Rio, London England, New York City, and Japan where they're all passionate about their wrestling and their favorite wrestlers. THis is what I've lived for and staked my entire career on and now that I've come to realize that my time in this business no matter how good it has been to me or how much I've given back is very short on time. And the one thing that has eluded me in the past is gaining an opportunity to become World Heavyweight Champion and display my talents in my own right apart from The Hustlers. It's been fun, it's been a wild ride, and I'm greatful for Big D, his friendship, his brotherhood, and always having my back when others did not. We've shared that same vision and focus for the past fourteen years we've been running buddies up the highways, byways, and airways and that is make a lasting impression on the fans and this business. We've done that as a unit but for me that stigma of being the guy who could have, should have had the main events just like him and the what ifs have nagged me for too long. So, I decided to join him in The Global Wrestling Coalition and try my hand at having a go at it as a single competitor. I entered the Coalition Cup given the great oppertunity it presents and the new challenges it will provide me. I'm close, I've got a great challenge in Anna Maria this week to see I can continue to survive and advance. I can't guarentee victory as nothing in this business is set in stone but I can promise you one helluva fight, from one helluva wrestler, and one more round of this grizzled old vet inching closer and closer to his boyhood dream. I'll see you in Chicago fans, bring it, be loud & proud, and show me your love. If I have my way I'll continue to be living proof that sometimes dream do come true.

Shawn

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Sometimes in life no matter how hard you try, no matter what you do there are detractors, doubters, who second guess and question you. The youth these days call them haters and there's no question that the dismissive, off putting, and to a certain degree talented Anna Maria was what you would call a hater. She goes out of her way to put down and discredit her opponents that even when she gains victory by her own admission because of her constant haterism as the youth would say she deminishes her own achievements. She cuts herself off at the knees and she doesn't even know or realize it. Many in this business are similar as they believe in propping themselves up at all costs even at their own expense even if for the fleeting moments inwhich they open up their mouthes it might seem like it makes them look good. But if no one is worthy of fighting you and you run through the competition then does that not make you a paper champion and render your accomplishments less impressive? So, Anna Maria spoke up again and much like her last promotion piece it was much of the same that Shawn wasn't worth her time, he said nothing of note, and that she had better things to do than engage in a verbal joust with him. That her actions spoke louder than her words. Surely in a tournament with these kind of stakes Shawn's actions had just as much sway in speaking for itself as hers did. But in her words Shawn got lucky defeating Emma Douglas in his first round match but the great and almighty diety and Roya Butcher she slaughtered and took out Jimmy Stryker. This was a lose/lose for Anna Maria and she was clueless sticking to her guns because after all the smoke in mirrors maybe that's all she had and if she won it's no big deal because Shawn's lesser than her, and if she loses than she's worse off then the chump she beat who was ready to fight. While Shawn, Shawn was ready, willing, and able to stand up and fight for his name, fight for the right to be called Global Heavyweight Champion, and prove himself as one of the best GWC had to offer. She didn't know it but she had a fight to the finish on her hands. 

Chicago, Illinois ---

"Game day"

We hard Shawn as he put the finishing touches on taping his wrists as the camera came into focus. He put on his trademark vest, cracked his knuckles, and popped his knee, rotated his shoulders, and did three jumping jacks. Pre-match ritual. Like clockwork. He let out a sigh as he continued on.

"Time to shut up someone who lives for shaming and discrediting others to her own benefit."

Shawn nods his head as he pounds his left his into the open palm of his right. 

"You say that I'm worthless. Not worthy of your time.  Yet here we are in the heart of The Windy City,in the midst of the most loyal, rabid, and vocal wrestling fanbases there is moments away from a fight and you're walking into battle blind."

Shawn takes a big breath before continuing on.

"You're walking in so certain that I'm an easy mark, a push over, and someone who you can slaughter and run off. That I'm not up for a challenge that not once but twice when given the chance to make this match matter, to really make it count. You've failed to do so miserably. I get it you're one bad mama jamma. You're bad. I don't deny it but you're not nearly as bad as you think you are and because of that fact alone I like my chances of coming out of Warfare with the victory moving onto the semis. For the simple fact the one thing that you tried to discredit me for is something that I embrace, I look at as a strength and not a weakness. You see my intelligence, my great mind for this business and ability is going win the day Anna Marie. I can take a lickin', keep on tickin', and outwrestle and out think my opposition. My wits are about me. I know you are a great challenge and take this match very serious but I'm not going to lay down and let you walk all over me."

Shawn is all serious, no games, no shenanigans. Telling it like it is.

"I've been wrestling for more than half my life. This is it and ther'es nothing I want more than to be the Global Heavyweight Champion and no matter if your religion, your life, is centered around Ryan Payne's megomaia, and the greed induced mania you and the rest of your running buddies revel in it won't stop me from striving to become the champion. It won't stop me from winning matches or gaining championship gold in this promotion. You're a diety. I'm a made man. A righteous man with great strength and perceverence who will push through and fight with every breath I have in my body until I achieve whatever it is I've set out on accomplishing. And my faith in my self is strong enough to bring you down tonight in the middle of that ring and prove to you what I've always known. That Shawn Williams is simply sensation, cooler than cool, and most importantly better than your best."

Shawn nods his head and rubs his hands together with a sly smirk on his face.

"So don't be surpised when I'm standing over you victorious with my hand held high in victory and you're left beaten in a broken heap at the feet of a man with supernatural faith. And the power to wrestle with a god and walk away to tell the time and get his blessing, get his rightful atop of the Global Wrestling Coalition, and continue to walk towards that top prize. It's time to put up or shut up.  You say that your actions do the all the talking you but and from where I'm standin' they gotta come stronger than the ish you spit cus your verbal game is lackin'."

Shawn rolls his arm in  a circle after balling up his fist.

"Let me up, the Diety, The avenger, the slaughter....  You say that you're bad. I know that I'm badder. I'm smarter, while you try to use blunt force and intimidation. I use my experience, my cunning, and my superior ability to my advantage. You have Bad Religion and you use the numbers game but in the end. What is not in your favor is the simple fact that you can't outhustle the hustler. And you just can't outsmart a genius........... I'm bad. You're just S.O.L and you know what that means!"

With that Shawn chuckles and we cut and fade.