Misplaced Log

[Kyle]

A steaming dog turd. A steaming dog turd on a sidewalk. In the background is the brick siding of a building.

Keith Williams: "Zoom in! Zoom in on it!"

The voice of Keith Williams instructs the camera operator what to do.

Jeff Noon: "Okay, okay. Where's the button for...? Oh, there it is!"

Slowly, the camera zooms in until the piece of feces is the only viewable subject.

Keith Williams: "Foul doesn't begin to describe the scent."

Jeff Noon: "I'm gagging. When can I stop filming this?"

Getting annoyed, Williams snaps at his manager.

Keith Williams: "When I tell you to! Hold the camera steady!"

Whining, Noon does as he's told.

Keith Williams: "There's a growing number of people in the XHF that don't believe their shit stinks. It's unfathomable, isn't it? Tricking yourself into thinking that your pile of crap smells like a bed of roses. Denying that your poop has an odor!"

Jeff Noon: "I know mine stinks."

Keith Williams: "I do too! It's stool, Jeff, it's stool!"

Still prominently featured, the doo-doo has started to accumulate flies.

Keith Williams: "I can't explain why others can't figure this out. Scheming and befriending anyone to join them and hide the lie. Too afraid to look in the mirror, knowing the sad sack reflection they'll see."

Keith Williams: "I'm Keith Williams and I fully understand that the shit I excrete has a filthy fragrance. Does this mean I can't lose? No! It's happened, unjustly I might add, but it's happened! Losses don't change what's true. I'm the best. I'll always be the best. And there's no wall I can't climb, no challenge insurmountable. Because no matter how long it takes, I'll be first and you'll be last."

Keith Williams: "I'm not the "face" of anyplace, chasing former glory. I'm not an ogre snacking on red meat. And I'm especially not a man requiring redemption."

Someone walking by accidentally steps in the scat and kills several of the flies. It's not long before the dead flies are replaced.

Keith Williams: "I'm a ReVenant. I'm the Great White Terror. I am Keith Williams. That is what makes me the best."

Keith Williams: "My name instantly adds credibility to any promotion, to any card, to any match. Win, lose, or draw, you witness the finest that our industry has to offer. Anyone that tells you I'm on a downward trajectory doesn't have a fucking clue what they're talking about. I'm still creating an empire, an organization, a... Kingdom. Every success of The ReVenants only strengthens our cause, provides verification of our significance."

Keith Williams: "Year after year, The ReVenants will be revered as THE greatest stable in the XHF Network."

Keith Williams: "It's not the match I should be in, or the championship I want to win, but nevertheless I plan on going through Eron Hunter, Steve Awesome, and Joe Ghaven. That's the obligation of being the best, having to perform even if your heart isn't fully into it."

Due to the sun, the sidewalk at this point is a bubbling patch of poop, dead flies, and still feasting flies.

Keith Williams: "The NPW Openweight Championship was never meant to drag the ground, to get thrown or dropped, used as toilet paper. Yet that's what can be expected when I eventually win that title. I won't treat it delicately! I won't defend it with pride! I'm going to wipe my ass with it!"

Keith Williams: "To get this gold returned, NPW is going to have to forcibly vacate it. By the time they do, no one will want it after the shape I leave it in."

Keith Williams: "Did you get all of that?"

Jeff Noon: "Yeah!"

Keith Williams: "Good, now turn the camera off."

Fumbling to end it, Noon finally hits the right button and the recording stops, still zoomed in on the ruined turd.