Post by Kyle on Jul 31, 2021 20:03:23 GMT -5
A change of clothes, feeling refreshed, the Great White Terror stands in front of an NPW backdrop dressed in an all white suit that isn't soaked by Eron Hunter's blood. Trademark mustache modified Mueller face guard secured to his face, Keith stares at the camera vacantly.
Keith Williams: "I want you..."
KW points directly at the camera.
Keith Williams: "...to want me."
Reversing the direction of his finger, Williams points at himself. Stroking facial hair that isn't actually there, he runs his thumb and index finger over the drawn on sharpie.
Keith Williams: "Do you want me, Jesse? Is there a tingle telling you to hurt me? An unignorable urge that has to be sated? Can I expect the King of Violence to punish me?"
Pouting, KW taunts JJ.
Keith Williams: "Was it difficult to watch someone you respect get strung up and bled out? Did it cause you anguish? Due to what I did, I've situated myself as public enemy number one in NPW and I relish it. It doesn't matter what's said, you can't convince me that Eron Hunter didn't deserve what happened. He took from me and I'll continue to take from him. Enough will never be enough."
Pursing his lips, Keith blows a kiss to his opponent.
Keith Williams: "I hope I have your attention, that I'm not an afterthought. You're so popular these days it's hard to know what causes you to take notice. A recent win over Dylan Black AND Spike Kane, I'd still be celebrating too. You managed to do what some were convinced you couldn't. Break away from the waste of The Syndicate and build your own mountain that has since surpassed Scott Steel's or Eric Dane's efforts. You've grown from a whisper to an icon in such a short amount of time."
Softly clapping, KW applauds the man he's set to face.
Keith Williams: "A former NPW Imperial Crown Tag Team Champion, a future XHF X*Crown Champion, I know who I'm facing. I've kept my eye on you even after you spurned my advances. You're impressive, you're unforgettable, you're a stellar specimen. And as much as Lynx's bloodletting was about my personal pleasure, it was partly to draw you out. I've been looking forward to facing you in the ring. That's not deception; that's the truth. Of all the talent in the XHF Network, you've continuously maintained your spot on my shortlist I want to wrestle."
Nodding his head to confirm this, Williams has a confession.
Keith Williams: "Good things come to those who wait, but I never fathomed it'd be so soon. Yet here we are, scheduled to fight each other. Forced to wait any longer, there's no telling how violently frustrated I'd become."
Shrugging, the Artist Formerly Known for Sleaze has some questions to ask.
Keith Williams: "Do you know who you're facing, Lizard? Truly?"
Keith pauses like he's waiting for an answer.
Keith Williams: "Have you looked deeper than tapes of my matches? Or did you find a rock in the sun to bask on? If you have, you'd realize I'm... An antichrist. A man on the edge. A fox that has mastered trickery. A gold digging bastard that won't stop. A scorned asshole hellbent on retaking his throne. A desperate fool willing to do whatever it takes to return to his winning ways."
Glaring off screen, upset and distraught over grievances, Keith focuses on Jesse.
Keith Williams: "Reptile, mammal, you're going to bleed. A mask can hide a lot, it won't conceal the damage I do to you, JJ. From beneath your false face, the red will pour. When I've beaten you and had my fun, I'll rip away the veil to expose what's underneath. No idol, no god, only a vulnerable victim. I'll bathe in your blood because it gives me strength and resolve to keep doing what I do. Maiming whatever slights me."
Like peeling a piece of fruit, Williams will enjoy his share and toss the rest.
Keith Williams: "August on the Atlantic. August 4th. I'll break your hand before I ever shake it, Canadian Nightmare. The only thing you have to fear isn't fear itself, it's the Great White Terror. I've got you for thirty minutes, don't presume this will be a brief affair. Every second is going to be misery. The best against the best, you can obviously wager this is going to steal both shows no matter what else is happening. When people have finished watching, the only thing they'll be compelled to do is talk about us and the match that we had. I'm ready to measure up to that pressure, I always am."
Looking at the audience from behind his clear mask, Keith isn't done addressing his adversary.
Keith Williams: "You better come at me with everything you have, Jesse, anything less isn't going to cut it. I want your patience and your pride. A championship doesn't need to be on the line for the importance of this match to be stated. Keith Williams versus Jesse Jamester. Just saying it out loud sends shivers down my spine. However, like Eron Hunter, you're an example that must be made on my journey to the NPW North American Double Crown Championship. I'm counting the days until we meet and as it draws closer I can't suppress my elation. Your purpose is great and it's to elevate my name higher in Northern Pro Wrestling."
Pointing ominously at the camera, KW has a final message.
Keith Williams: "See you soon, JJ. Real soon."
Keith Williams: "I want you..."
KW points directly at the camera.
Keith Williams: "...to want me."
Reversing the direction of his finger, Williams points at himself. Stroking facial hair that isn't actually there, he runs his thumb and index finger over the drawn on sharpie.
Keith Williams: "Do you want me, Jesse? Is there a tingle telling you to hurt me? An unignorable urge that has to be sated? Can I expect the King of Violence to punish me?"
Pouting, KW taunts JJ.
Keith Williams: "Was it difficult to watch someone you respect get strung up and bled out? Did it cause you anguish? Due to what I did, I've situated myself as public enemy number one in NPW and I relish it. It doesn't matter what's said, you can't convince me that Eron Hunter didn't deserve what happened. He took from me and I'll continue to take from him. Enough will never be enough."
Pursing his lips, Keith blows a kiss to his opponent.
Keith Williams: "I hope I have your attention, that I'm not an afterthought. You're so popular these days it's hard to know what causes you to take notice. A recent win over Dylan Black AND Spike Kane, I'd still be celebrating too. You managed to do what some were convinced you couldn't. Break away from the waste of The Syndicate and build your own mountain that has since surpassed Scott Steel's or Eric Dane's efforts. You've grown from a whisper to an icon in such a short amount of time."
Softly clapping, KW applauds the man he's set to face.
Keith Williams: "A former NPW Imperial Crown Tag Team Champion, a future XHF X*Crown Champion, I know who I'm facing. I've kept my eye on you even after you spurned my advances. You're impressive, you're unforgettable, you're a stellar specimen. And as much as Lynx's bloodletting was about my personal pleasure, it was partly to draw you out. I've been looking forward to facing you in the ring. That's not deception; that's the truth. Of all the talent in the XHF Network, you've continuously maintained your spot on my shortlist I want to wrestle."
Nodding his head to confirm this, Williams has a confession.
Keith Williams: "Good things come to those who wait, but I never fathomed it'd be so soon. Yet here we are, scheduled to fight each other. Forced to wait any longer, there's no telling how violently frustrated I'd become."
Shrugging, the Artist Formerly Known for Sleaze has some questions to ask.
Keith Williams: "Do you know who you're facing, Lizard? Truly?"
Keith pauses like he's waiting for an answer.
Keith Williams: "Have you looked deeper than tapes of my matches? Or did you find a rock in the sun to bask on? If you have, you'd realize I'm... An antichrist. A man on the edge. A fox that has mastered trickery. A gold digging bastard that won't stop. A scorned asshole hellbent on retaking his throne. A desperate fool willing to do whatever it takes to return to his winning ways."
Glaring off screen, upset and distraught over grievances, Keith focuses on Jesse.
Keith Williams: "Reptile, mammal, you're going to bleed. A mask can hide a lot, it won't conceal the damage I do to you, JJ. From beneath your false face, the red will pour. When I've beaten you and had my fun, I'll rip away the veil to expose what's underneath. No idol, no god, only a vulnerable victim. I'll bathe in your blood because it gives me strength and resolve to keep doing what I do. Maiming whatever slights me."
Like peeling a piece of fruit, Williams will enjoy his share and toss the rest.
Keith Williams: "August on the Atlantic. August 4th. I'll break your hand before I ever shake it, Canadian Nightmare. The only thing you have to fear isn't fear itself, it's the Great White Terror. I've got you for thirty minutes, don't presume this will be a brief affair. Every second is going to be misery. The best against the best, you can obviously wager this is going to steal both shows no matter what else is happening. When people have finished watching, the only thing they'll be compelled to do is talk about us and the match that we had. I'm ready to measure up to that pressure, I always am."
Looking at the audience from behind his clear mask, Keith isn't done addressing his adversary.
Keith Williams: "You better come at me with everything you have, Jesse, anything less isn't going to cut it. I want your patience and your pride. A championship doesn't need to be on the line for the importance of this match to be stated. Keith Williams versus Jesse Jamester. Just saying it out loud sends shivers down my spine. However, like Eron Hunter, you're an example that must be made on my journey to the NPW North American Double Crown Championship. I'm counting the days until we meet and as it draws closer I can't suppress my elation. Your purpose is great and it's to elevate my name higher in Northern Pro Wrestling."
Pointing ominously at the camera, KW has a final message.
Keith Williams: "See you soon, JJ. Real soon."