Post by Kyle on May 4, 2021 18:15:18 GMT -5
Cutting a promo from the soothing location of a gold gilded bathroom, Keith Williams gazes into a hand mirror as he arrogantly admires his reflection, especially his mustache as he preens and strokes it. Unconcerned by the camera, The Great White Terror keeps his back turned. Dressed in a midnight blue Versace suit, one of NPW's newest arrivals is looking very debonair.
Keith Williams: "How does it feel?"
Using the mirror as a conduit to glance at the camera, The Paragon of Sleaze snickers.
Keith Williams: "Hmm?"
Eyebrow arched after saying this, Keith laughs.
Keith Williams: "To be emasculated in front of your woman."
Transparently wanting a reaction out of his opponent, Williams targets Timeless' manhood.
Keith Williams: "Tossed off the stage like garbage."
Poorly stifled, further laughter commences.
Keith Williams: "Judging from your reaction at the Northern Openweight tournament you aren't as thrilled regarding the debut of The ReVenants like everyone else."
TOO BAD. SO SAD.
Keith Williams: "What's the matter, Alex? Are you worried because Roxy has finally seen a REAL man and has the thought in her head she can upgrade?"
Swiveling his hips, Keith rattles off a mustache stroke.
Keith Williams: "Sir Winsalot... Do you know who you're facing?"
Does he?
Keith Williams: "You're in a tag-team match against two of the most savage professional wrestlers in the business today, Keith Williams and Rob Garcia. This isn't a main-event exhibition match versus Ricky "The Tauros" Riktor on NPW Honor. The ReVenants, we're in Northern Pro Wrestling to do what comes naturally. Rule. Subjugate. Oppress. We're not nice men, so don't anticipate such behavior. You don't put us in a box. You don't dictate to us what we're supposed to do. The ReVenants are the dictators. We govern by our own rules, not yours! We write the script! We determine our fortune!"
Kissing his mirrored self, KW slips a little tongue.
Keith Williams: "At one time, maybe I would have permitted Timeless membership into our group for the fair price of a night with his girlfriend. But that offer isn't on the table anymore, buddy! You've shown your true colors, aligning with a hairy creature. You can smell him from a mile away. The stench is unbearable! It can't be confirmed as human and you're ready to go to war with it. You can't depend on something so wild. It's only a matter of time until it turns, you'll see."
Disgusted, the future NPW North American Double Crown Champion twists his face into a matching expression, pinching the end of his nose.
Keith Williams: "Can you call that thing a friend? I doubt it! That isn't a problem for The ReVenants! Friendship, brotherhood, it's what we're all about. We look out for each other, no matter what! It isn't about one member; it's about the organization. Every day each one of us lives the ReV life. It's a shared mentality that people either can't make sense of or resent."
R-E-V, baybay.
Keith Williams: "May 11th, myself and the King of Extreme are going to show everyone watching why our price tag is so high. It isn't a cheap venture when you want the greatest on your roster. Keith Williams, Rob Garcia, Neo James Carner, we demand top dollar because we know our worth and won't be paid less than it."
$$$$
Keith Williams: "I won't question the toughness of the team we're encountering, we've beat them up and they still want more, but I will dispute their intelligence. How do you foresee this going? Different than before? Do the math, there's three of us and only two of you. I'm no mathematician, yet I'd say the numbers don't benefit your team in the slightest."
Confident of his counting abilities, Keith tsks as he shakes his head, still peering into the mirror he's been holding.
Keith Williams: "The ReVenants didn't come to NPW to be overlooked, underappreciated, or play second fiddle to anyone else. We don't like to share; we want the whole pie. And we'll seize it by any means necessary. Any hand that reaches will be stabbed. Particularly Donzig's! Who let that asshole commentate one of my matches in SWAT?!"
Williams jabs at the air like he has a fork in his hand, illustrating what will happen to pie thieves.
Keith Williams: "I wish I could say you're playing checkers when this is chess, but you're not even doing that. You're concentrated on a game that you play by yourself. The bigger picture in your peripheral and you don't realize it."
Running his fingers through his hair, The Great White Terror grins.
Keith Williams: "Are you a superstitious man, Turner? That was a lot of salt you spilled to make your point. I'd be tossing some over my shoulder if I were you."
Staring at the camera through the beauty item, KW finalizes his thoughts.
Keith Williams: "Then again, if you're like me, you don't give a fuck about bad luck."
Keith smashes the mirror into a wall, pieces of it clink to the floor as the scene fades to black.
Keith Williams: "How does it feel?"
Using the mirror as a conduit to glance at the camera, The Paragon of Sleaze snickers.
Keith Williams: "Hmm?"
Eyebrow arched after saying this, Keith laughs.
Keith Williams: "To be emasculated in front of your woman."
Transparently wanting a reaction out of his opponent, Williams targets Timeless' manhood.
Keith Williams: "Tossed off the stage like garbage."
Poorly stifled, further laughter commences.
Keith Williams: "Judging from your reaction at the Northern Openweight tournament you aren't as thrilled regarding the debut of The ReVenants like everyone else."
TOO BAD. SO SAD.
Keith Williams: "What's the matter, Alex? Are you worried because Roxy has finally seen a REAL man and has the thought in her head she can upgrade?"
Swiveling his hips, Keith rattles off a mustache stroke.
Keith Williams: "Sir Winsalot... Do you know who you're facing?"
Does he?
Keith Williams: "You're in a tag-team match against two of the most savage professional wrestlers in the business today, Keith Williams and Rob Garcia. This isn't a main-event exhibition match versus Ricky "The Tauros" Riktor on NPW Honor. The ReVenants, we're in Northern Pro Wrestling to do what comes naturally. Rule. Subjugate. Oppress. We're not nice men, so don't anticipate such behavior. You don't put us in a box. You don't dictate to us what we're supposed to do. The ReVenants are the dictators. We govern by our own rules, not yours! We write the script! We determine our fortune!"
Kissing his mirrored self, KW slips a little tongue.
Keith Williams: "At one time, maybe I would have permitted Timeless membership into our group for the fair price of a night with his girlfriend. But that offer isn't on the table anymore, buddy! You've shown your true colors, aligning with a hairy creature. You can smell him from a mile away. The stench is unbearable! It can't be confirmed as human and you're ready to go to war with it. You can't depend on something so wild. It's only a matter of time until it turns, you'll see."
Disgusted, the future NPW North American Double Crown Champion twists his face into a matching expression, pinching the end of his nose.
Keith Williams: "Can you call that thing a friend? I doubt it! That isn't a problem for The ReVenants! Friendship, brotherhood, it's what we're all about. We look out for each other, no matter what! It isn't about one member; it's about the organization. Every day each one of us lives the ReV life. It's a shared mentality that people either can't make sense of or resent."
R-E-V, baybay.
Keith Williams: "May 11th, myself and the King of Extreme are going to show everyone watching why our price tag is so high. It isn't a cheap venture when you want the greatest on your roster. Keith Williams, Rob Garcia, Neo James Carner, we demand top dollar because we know our worth and won't be paid less than it."
$$$$
Keith Williams: "I won't question the toughness of the team we're encountering, we've beat them up and they still want more, but I will dispute their intelligence. How do you foresee this going? Different than before? Do the math, there's three of us and only two of you. I'm no mathematician, yet I'd say the numbers don't benefit your team in the slightest."
Confident of his counting abilities, Keith tsks as he shakes his head, still peering into the mirror he's been holding.
Keith Williams: "The ReVenants didn't come to NPW to be overlooked, underappreciated, or play second fiddle to anyone else. We don't like to share; we want the whole pie. And we'll seize it by any means necessary. Any hand that reaches will be stabbed. Particularly Donzig's! Who let that asshole commentate one of my matches in SWAT?!"
Williams jabs at the air like he has a fork in his hand, illustrating what will happen to pie thieves.
Keith Williams: "I wish I could say you're playing checkers when this is chess, but you're not even doing that. You're concentrated on a game that you play by yourself. The bigger picture in your peripheral and you don't realize it."
Running his fingers through his hair, The Great White Terror grins.
Keith Williams: "Are you a superstitious man, Turner? That was a lot of salt you spilled to make your point. I'd be tossing some over my shoulder if I were you."
Staring at the camera through the beauty item, KW finalizes his thoughts.
Keith Williams: "Then again, if you're like me, you don't give a fuck about bad luck."
Keith smashes the mirror into a wall, pieces of it clink to the floor as the scene fades to black.