Decline of Lizard Civilization
Aug 1, 2021 19:09:01 GMT -5
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Post by Kyle on Aug 1, 2021 19:09:01 GMT -5
All white sterile room.
White vanity with mirror. Matching white cushioned stool.
Hovering over a terrarium placed on the vanity, Keith Williams observes a bearded dragon in its habitat. There's some sticks and foliage, a small pool of water, and a heat lamp overhead that regulates the temperature. Below his face mask, there's a smile that hasn't faded since the camera turned on.
Keith Williams: "A king is no replacement for a God. A deity. A supreme being. I am a harbinger of suffering, Mr. Jamester. Any respect garnered by myself is pillaged, not earned. "
Annoyingly tapping on the glass of the reptile tank, Keith carries on with his ranting.
Keith Williams: "You weren't wrong, I could never be a second fiddle, but that's the beauty of The ReVenants. We shine together, we thrive together. I admire that you recognize my leadership qualities, it has me blushing. Rob Garcia and Neo James Carner would never do anything unless they wanted to. Anyone that's a ReVenant is welcome to submit their thoughts and ideas. I'm not sure how The Syndicate worked, in The ReVenants there's a bit more democracy."
Eyes locked on the bearded dragon, Williams doesn't look away.
Keith Williams: "What we're entering into isn't simply a wrestling match. It's a struggle for power. A clashing of titans. The very symbol of what our sport is built on. Larger than life personalities competing as the world watches in awe. "The Great White Terror" Keith Williams versus "The Canadian Nightmare" Jesse Jamester. The tickets sell themselves."
Money money money money, MONEY!
Keith Williams: "Sharpen your blade, Jesse, come for your pound of flesh. Keep your grip steady and strong, otherwise I'll turn your weapon against you. I won't hesitate to extract my own payment from you. You aren't facing Eron Hunter, this won't be an amicable parting. You will bleed by my hand and come to know true horror. Whatever you take from me, I'll take a thousandfold. At the end of this, you'll do the opposite of Lynx. You'll take off your mask because the embarrassment of wearing it will be too much to bear."
Creepy smile still present, Keith taps on the glass again.
Keith Williams: "What the NPW roster should learn is that EVERY lane is my lane. My mouth? It won't ever close. At August on the Atlantic, the audience won't have a spec of evidence to suggest a masterpiece. The only thing on display will be the decline of lizard civilization! Scales will be shed! Tails ripped! A primitive dissection for the masses!"
Yelling while looking at the trapped pet, the Great White Terror has neglected to make eye contact this entire time.
Keith Williams: "Dance in your gray, King of Violence, I'll embody the black. My villainy has no limit, I'll do everything I can to construct a larger legacy in the XHF and Northern Pro Wrestling as a whole. Wear your crown and robe, it won't stop the storm that's approaching. Have you asked yourself something, JJ?"
Moving his hands over the heat lamp, Williams flips the switch.
Keith Williams: "What will you do when I turn off your spotlight?"
The inside of the terrarium darkened, a life is toyed with.
Keith Williams: "Can you adapt to being left in the cold?"
Tapping on the terrarium, Keith continues to smile.
White vanity with mirror. Matching white cushioned stool.
Hovering over a terrarium placed on the vanity, Keith Williams observes a bearded dragon in its habitat. There's some sticks and foliage, a small pool of water, and a heat lamp overhead that regulates the temperature. Below his face mask, there's a smile that hasn't faded since the camera turned on.
Keith Williams: "A king is no replacement for a God. A deity. A supreme being. I am a harbinger of suffering, Mr. Jamester. Any respect garnered by myself is pillaged, not earned. "
Annoyingly tapping on the glass of the reptile tank, Keith carries on with his ranting.
Keith Williams: "You weren't wrong, I could never be a second fiddle, but that's the beauty of The ReVenants. We shine together, we thrive together. I admire that you recognize my leadership qualities, it has me blushing. Rob Garcia and Neo James Carner would never do anything unless they wanted to. Anyone that's a ReVenant is welcome to submit their thoughts and ideas. I'm not sure how The Syndicate worked, in The ReVenants there's a bit more democracy."
Eyes locked on the bearded dragon, Williams doesn't look away.
Keith Williams: "What we're entering into isn't simply a wrestling match. It's a struggle for power. A clashing of titans. The very symbol of what our sport is built on. Larger than life personalities competing as the world watches in awe. "The Great White Terror" Keith Williams versus "The Canadian Nightmare" Jesse Jamester. The tickets sell themselves."
Money money money money, MONEY!
Keith Williams: "Sharpen your blade, Jesse, come for your pound of flesh. Keep your grip steady and strong, otherwise I'll turn your weapon against you. I won't hesitate to extract my own payment from you. You aren't facing Eron Hunter, this won't be an amicable parting. You will bleed by my hand and come to know true horror. Whatever you take from me, I'll take a thousandfold. At the end of this, you'll do the opposite of Lynx. You'll take off your mask because the embarrassment of wearing it will be too much to bear."
Creepy smile still present, Keith taps on the glass again.
Keith Williams: "What the NPW roster should learn is that EVERY lane is my lane. My mouth? It won't ever close. At August on the Atlantic, the audience won't have a spec of evidence to suggest a masterpiece. The only thing on display will be the decline of lizard civilization! Scales will be shed! Tails ripped! A primitive dissection for the masses!"
Yelling while looking at the trapped pet, the Great White Terror has neglected to make eye contact this entire time.
Keith Williams: "Dance in your gray, King of Violence, I'll embody the black. My villainy has no limit, I'll do everything I can to construct a larger legacy in the XHF and Northern Pro Wrestling as a whole. Wear your crown and robe, it won't stop the storm that's approaching. Have you asked yourself something, JJ?"
Moving his hands over the heat lamp, Williams flips the switch.
Keith Williams: "What will you do when I turn off your spotlight?"
The inside of the terrarium darkened, a life is toyed with.
Keith Williams: "Can you adapt to being left in the cold?"
Tapping on the terrarium, Keith continues to smile.