Post by Kyle on May 22, 2021 16:19:36 GMT -5
In downtown Halifax at the Art Gallery of Nova Scotia, we find Keith Williams examining the house of Maud Lewis. Looking at the outside of the painted home, Williams peeks inside and investigates the lovingly decorated interior. Ducking out of the lodging, he takes a final glance at it before acknowledging the camera observing him. Black, tight fitting turtleneck on, our villain is appropriately dressed to view art.
Keith Williams: "No matter how much I look at the card for the show on the 25th, I can't summon the motivation I know I should have."
Walking through the museum, The Great White Terror pauses to survey other pieces that appeal to him.
Keith Williams: "I'm angry because I need to be in the main-event. I'm on a quest for tag-team titles, all of them. My destiny is to become a tyrant of the tag-team division."
Reaching out to touch a sculpture, Williams stops and brings his hand back, but he's already become the target of an attentive attendant.
Keith Williams: "I've looked at the lineup a thousand times and every time it sickens me to see some of the teams competing for the NPW Imperial Crown Tag Team Championships, when The ReVenants should be occupying their spot."
Unbeknownst to KW, he is followed through the art gallery, every action closely monitored by the same attendant that spotted him about to touch one of the works of art.
Keith Williams: "Frankly... I don't give a shit about the NPW Openweight Championship. What an unpopular opinion! You had better pray that I don't win that title because I will disrespect it every way possible. I'll come up with new ideas just to tarnish and degrade it. I won't hold it with honor and dignity. I will permanently ruin its legacy."
Overly vocal about his frustrations, Keith begins to upset other visitors as the volume of his voice does not resemble what you would use inside.
Keith Williams: "Sure, I'll have a five star match with D or KUMA, but that's not what I want! They've done stuff, they've beat people, they have things written on their resumes. That's real, real nice! You can guarantee there will be unbelievable buzz heading into a match involving Keith Williams and the NPW Openweight Champion. So, yes, I'll reluctantly win the fatal four way match I'm in and go on to add another piece of gold to my collection. However... It won't be because I enjoy it."
Going over the line that's there to let people know not to stand too close, Williams is almost confronted by the attendant until he moves just as they're near.
Keith Williams: "There's a story to be told if you peel back the layers and look hard enough. At the 2020 End of Days event, Joe Ghaven, you and Gordon Carlson ensured that The ReVenants wouldn't even place third in the Tag Team Annihilator tournament. If I'm being honest, it really rubbed me wrong. Funny that all these months later I'm getting the chance to take back the win I should have gotten over your gargantuan ass."
As he says this, the ReVenant gawks at an obese man with a massive wedgie that he's unaware of.
Keith Williams: "Lynx. Excuse me, Eron Hunter. The man that was supposed to team with Gordon Carlson, except his knee couldn't support him. Convenient! I hope that surgery holds up, pal. Otherwise... You can look forward to more physical therapy after I methodically pick you apart. The shame will be so bad, the only option you'll have is to wear a mask and change your name again."
LUCHA LAMEWAD.
Keith Williams: "Steve Awesome. A man leaving a dead promotion, I've heard that one before! It's a constant in the XHF that sometimes benefits other promotions, absorbing their best talent. nCw, huh? Never heard of 'em. I left AWF, it'd be better if it were dead, but regrettably it isn't. Last I heard, you were teaming with Rat Bastard. What was the name of your team?"
Digging through his memories, The Great White Terror produces a few names that don't seem accurate.
Keith Williams: "Greasy Twats? Seen Better Days? Beefy Assholes? Awesome Bastards! Clever! How is Rat Bastard? I heard he died and his bloated, revolting body wasn't found for weeks."
Keith gags a little as he imagines the smell.
Keith Williams: "Call to Arms. Shockwave. These are events that The ReVenants are greatly anticipating. May 25th? I'll be there and that's about all I can say. Whether we see new tag-team champions crowned or the current champions retain, they can know that The ReVenants are demanding our shot next. We're the best group in the XHF, in NPW, in all of professional wrestling. Keith Williams, Rob Garcia, Neo James Carner, and Oxford Osland aren't pretending to be anything other than what we are, wrestlers. Save the soap opera drama for the dorks that don't know a wristlock from a wristwatch. We break bones and shatter feelings. To us, this isn't about portraying the business as a joke and playing the game like non-contact football."
Obnoxiously, KW barrels through a group of school kids and knocks a few of them to the ground.
Keith Williams: "It's nut up or shut up o'clock. The ReVenants aren't backing down, we aren't taking no as an answer. The truth is NPW is stuck with us and they'll be lucky if they survive."
Unable to stand aside any longer, the attendant taps Keith on the shoulder and lets out a mousey response.
Gallery Attendant: "Sir, we're going to need you to leave. You're disturbing the other guests."
The camera uncomfortably points at the ground and shortly after cuts to static as the segment ends.
Keith Williams: "No matter how much I look at the card for the show on the 25th, I can't summon the motivation I know I should have."
Walking through the museum, The Great White Terror pauses to survey other pieces that appeal to him.
Keith Williams: "I'm angry because I need to be in the main-event. I'm on a quest for tag-team titles, all of them. My destiny is to become a tyrant of the tag-team division."
Reaching out to touch a sculpture, Williams stops and brings his hand back, but he's already become the target of an attentive attendant.
Keith Williams: "I've looked at the lineup a thousand times and every time it sickens me to see some of the teams competing for the NPW Imperial Crown Tag Team Championships, when The ReVenants should be occupying their spot."
Unbeknownst to KW, he is followed through the art gallery, every action closely monitored by the same attendant that spotted him about to touch one of the works of art.
Keith Williams: "Frankly... I don't give a shit about the NPW Openweight Championship. What an unpopular opinion! You had better pray that I don't win that title because I will disrespect it every way possible. I'll come up with new ideas just to tarnish and degrade it. I won't hold it with honor and dignity. I will permanently ruin its legacy."
Overly vocal about his frustrations, Keith begins to upset other visitors as the volume of his voice does not resemble what you would use inside.
Keith Williams: "Sure, I'll have a five star match with D or KUMA, but that's not what I want! They've done stuff, they've beat people, they have things written on their resumes. That's real, real nice! You can guarantee there will be unbelievable buzz heading into a match involving Keith Williams and the NPW Openweight Champion. So, yes, I'll reluctantly win the fatal four way match I'm in and go on to add another piece of gold to my collection. However... It won't be because I enjoy it."
Going over the line that's there to let people know not to stand too close, Williams is almost confronted by the attendant until he moves just as they're near.
Keith Williams: "There's a story to be told if you peel back the layers and look hard enough. At the 2020 End of Days event, Joe Ghaven, you and Gordon Carlson ensured that The ReVenants wouldn't even place third in the Tag Team Annihilator tournament. If I'm being honest, it really rubbed me wrong. Funny that all these months later I'm getting the chance to take back the win I should have gotten over your gargantuan ass."
As he says this, the ReVenant gawks at an obese man with a massive wedgie that he's unaware of.
Keith Williams: "Lynx. Excuse me, Eron Hunter. The man that was supposed to team with Gordon Carlson, except his knee couldn't support him. Convenient! I hope that surgery holds up, pal. Otherwise... You can look forward to more physical therapy after I methodically pick you apart. The shame will be so bad, the only option you'll have is to wear a mask and change your name again."
LUCHA LAMEWAD.
Keith Williams: "Steve Awesome. A man leaving a dead promotion, I've heard that one before! It's a constant in the XHF that sometimes benefits other promotions, absorbing their best talent. nCw, huh? Never heard of 'em. I left AWF, it'd be better if it were dead, but regrettably it isn't. Last I heard, you were teaming with Rat Bastard. What was the name of your team?"
Digging through his memories, The Great White Terror produces a few names that don't seem accurate.
Keith Williams: "Greasy Twats? Seen Better Days? Beefy Assholes? Awesome Bastards! Clever! How is Rat Bastard? I heard he died and his bloated, revolting body wasn't found for weeks."
Keith gags a little as he imagines the smell.
Keith Williams: "Call to Arms. Shockwave. These are events that The ReVenants are greatly anticipating. May 25th? I'll be there and that's about all I can say. Whether we see new tag-team champions crowned or the current champions retain, they can know that The ReVenants are demanding our shot next. We're the best group in the XHF, in NPW, in all of professional wrestling. Keith Williams, Rob Garcia, Neo James Carner, and Oxford Osland aren't pretending to be anything other than what we are, wrestlers. Save the soap opera drama for the dorks that don't know a wristlock from a wristwatch. We break bones and shatter feelings. To us, this isn't about portraying the business as a joke and playing the game like non-contact football."
Obnoxiously, KW barrels through a group of school kids and knocks a few of them to the ground.
Keith Williams: "It's nut up or shut up o'clock. The ReVenants aren't backing down, we aren't taking no as an answer. The truth is NPW is stuck with us and they'll be lucky if they survive."
Unable to stand aside any longer, the attendant taps Keith on the shoulder and lets out a mousey response.
Gallery Attendant: "Sir, we're going to need you to leave. You're disturbing the other guests."
The camera uncomfortably points at the ground and shortly after cuts to static as the segment ends.