Post by Kyle on May 7, 2021 20:18:34 GMT -5
Keith Williams: "Son of a bitch!"
Having recorded this in the same golden restroom he was previously seen in, The Great White Terror is shown with his shorts down and his ass exposed. Concentrated on a large, painful boil that's surfaced on his left cheek, Keith dab at it using a cotton pad.
Keith Williams: "This is what you're like, Primal. A giant, pus-filled inflammation. Popping up and causing grief wherever you go."
Grimacing, The Paragon of Sleaze continues to softly pat the boo boo using the swab he has.
Keith Williams: "Are you proud of yourself?"
As he asks this, Keith looks up at the camera as he addresses his opponent.
Keith Williams: "You should be."
Wincing, Williams stops prodding the swollen lump on his ass.
Keith Williams: "Not about this!"
Pointing at the sore, KW accidentally pokes it.
Keith Williams: "Oww..."
Trying to avoid unnecessary contact, the ReVenant removes his hands from being anywhere near the bubble of discharge.
Keith Williams: "I'm referring to your performance in the Rumble. What an anticlimactic clusterfuck. I didn't care much about who won or who was last eliminated. But! But! But!"
Yes?
Keith Williams: "Men like you, John Cavanagh, Eddie D, Armand Von Krauss, Oxford Osland, and Jesse Jamester impressed a lot of people, myself included. Everyone knows that group were the true stars."
Oh, it's true. It's DAMN true.
Keith Williams: "There's something to be said about the resilience and persistence of someone or something, even if they are an impediment to your goals. Primal, when I think of you..."
Pausing to find the right words, The Man with a Plan sums up what's on his mind.
Keith Williams: "It's hard to keep the dinner I had in my stomach. Everything about you is repulsive. Your hobbies, your hygiene, all of it. And as I question why you are the way you are, I realize we aren't completely dissimilar."
That's not very nice.
Keith Williams: "We're men. Well, I'm a man. However! We both live uninhibited, unrestrained, and unashamed. We're shunned by society for choosing to be ourselves. It's a horrible cross we bear and share together."
Is Keith identifying with someone?
Keith Williams: "Though that doesn't excuse you from taking a shower."
Well, it was an effort.
Keith Williams: "The cretin you're teamed with... How well do you know him? Rule of thumb, never trust The KGB. Past or present. It never ends harmoniously. Alex Turner will betray you. It's only a matter of time. You're being deceived, if you believe you aren't playing Russian roulette by aligning with Timeless."
KGB bad. ReVenants good. All hail the ravenous wolves.
Keith Williams: "What do I know? I could be wrong. Maybe you're a match made in Heaven. You probably deserve each other."
Primal and Alex, sitting in a tree, J-E-R-K-I-N-G!
Keith Williams: "A clueless cuck and a monstrosity in a mask."
A live action Comedy Central show soon to be cancelled.
Keith Williams: "It doesn't matter what lamebrain meaning you give. Your balls are so small you can't show your real face. Hiding behind a disguise won't save you. You like violence? You like pain?"
Putting up both hands, balling them into fists, Williams seems ready to fight Primal.
Keith Williams: "Now you wanna get nuts? Come on! Let's get nuts!"
Slightly twirling around, the testicles of Keith are momentarily exposed and blurred in a fit of adrenaline. Resuming the pose he was in before, his boil ass is back to being presented.
Keith Williams: "I'm inviting you to a suffering soiree, Primal. You and me, a battle to see who can break the other's threshold."
Tolerance testin'.
Keith Williams: "This match between us, it's the jumping off point for the succeeding level of Hell that NPW will come to call... The ReVenants. We will reduce to cinders everything and everyone in our path. The heat that surrounds us burns so unholy and hot that others can't handle it."
Feefees WILL be hurt. That's a guarantee.
Keith Williams: "You felt it. So did Timeless."
When they were tossed off the stage.
Keith Williams: "The sweltering, unwavering warmth of The ReVenants."
All consuming, baybay.
Keith Williams: "Your downfall will be the precedent that warns others no matter what they do... We can't be stopped."
Nope.
Keith Williams: "We WON'T be stopped."
Nope.
Keith Williams: "Rob Garcia. Neo James Carner. Keith Williams. These are three names you will hear repeatedly. So it's better that you remember them now."
As Keith lists off the names, he shows three fingers.
Keith Williams: "Primal, just like a blemish..."
Twisting his arm into position, KW prepares to do what must be done.
Keith Williams: "...I'll squeeze until you ooze."
Thrusting the three fingers down, Keith intentionally jabs the boil with them and pushes as hard as he can. The result is a massive explosion of blood and pus that sprays directly onto the lens of the camera.
Keith Williams: "Agh!!!"
Having recorded this in the same golden restroom he was previously seen in, The Great White Terror is shown with his shorts down and his ass exposed. Concentrated on a large, painful boil that's surfaced on his left cheek, Keith dab at it using a cotton pad.
Keith Williams: "This is what you're like, Primal. A giant, pus-filled inflammation. Popping up and causing grief wherever you go."
Grimacing, The Paragon of Sleaze continues to softly pat the boo boo using the swab he has.
Keith Williams: "Are you proud of yourself?"
As he asks this, Keith looks up at the camera as he addresses his opponent.
Keith Williams: "You should be."
Wincing, Williams stops prodding the swollen lump on his ass.
Keith Williams: "Not about this!"
Pointing at the sore, KW accidentally pokes it.
Keith Williams: "Oww..."
Trying to avoid unnecessary contact, the ReVenant removes his hands from being anywhere near the bubble of discharge.
Keith Williams: "I'm referring to your performance in the Rumble. What an anticlimactic clusterfuck. I didn't care much about who won or who was last eliminated. But! But! But!"
Yes?
Keith Williams: "Men like you, John Cavanagh, Eddie D, Armand Von Krauss, Oxford Osland, and Jesse Jamester impressed a lot of people, myself included. Everyone knows that group were the true stars."
Oh, it's true. It's DAMN true.
Keith Williams: "There's something to be said about the resilience and persistence of someone or something, even if they are an impediment to your goals. Primal, when I think of you..."
Pausing to find the right words, The Man with a Plan sums up what's on his mind.
Keith Williams: "It's hard to keep the dinner I had in my stomach. Everything about you is repulsive. Your hobbies, your hygiene, all of it. And as I question why you are the way you are, I realize we aren't completely dissimilar."
That's not very nice.
Keith Williams: "We're men. Well, I'm a man. However! We both live uninhibited, unrestrained, and unashamed. We're shunned by society for choosing to be ourselves. It's a horrible cross we bear and share together."
Is Keith identifying with someone?
Keith Williams: "Though that doesn't excuse you from taking a shower."
Well, it was an effort.
Keith Williams: "The cretin you're teamed with... How well do you know him? Rule of thumb, never trust The KGB. Past or present. It never ends harmoniously. Alex Turner will betray you. It's only a matter of time. You're being deceived, if you believe you aren't playing Russian roulette by aligning with Timeless."
KGB bad. ReVenants good. All hail the ravenous wolves.
Keith Williams: "What do I know? I could be wrong. Maybe you're a match made in Heaven. You probably deserve each other."
Primal and Alex, sitting in a tree, J-E-R-K-I-N-G!
Keith Williams: "A clueless cuck and a monstrosity in a mask."
A live action Comedy Central show soon to be cancelled.
Keith Williams: "It doesn't matter what lamebrain meaning you give. Your balls are so small you can't show your real face. Hiding behind a disguise won't save you. You like violence? You like pain?"
Putting up both hands, balling them into fists, Williams seems ready to fight Primal.
Keith Williams: "Now you wanna get nuts? Come on! Let's get nuts!"
Slightly twirling around, the testicles of Keith are momentarily exposed and blurred in a fit of adrenaline. Resuming the pose he was in before, his boil ass is back to being presented.
Keith Williams: "I'm inviting you to a suffering soiree, Primal. You and me, a battle to see who can break the other's threshold."
Tolerance testin'.
Keith Williams: "This match between us, it's the jumping off point for the succeeding level of Hell that NPW will come to call... The ReVenants. We will reduce to cinders everything and everyone in our path. The heat that surrounds us burns so unholy and hot that others can't handle it."
Feefees WILL be hurt. That's a guarantee.
Keith Williams: "You felt it. So did Timeless."
When they were tossed off the stage.
Keith Williams: "The sweltering, unwavering warmth of The ReVenants."
All consuming, baybay.
Keith Williams: "Your downfall will be the precedent that warns others no matter what they do... We can't be stopped."
Nope.
Keith Williams: "We WON'T be stopped."
Nope.
Keith Williams: "Rob Garcia. Neo James Carner. Keith Williams. These are three names you will hear repeatedly. So it's better that you remember them now."
As Keith lists off the names, he shows three fingers.
Keith Williams: "Primal, just like a blemish..."
Twisting his arm into position, KW prepares to do what must be done.
Keith Williams: "...I'll squeeze until you ooze."
Thrusting the three fingers down, Keith intentionally jabs the boil with them and pushes as hard as he can. The result is a massive explosion of blood and pus that sprays directly onto the lens of the camera.
Keith Williams: "Agh!!!"