Incurable
Aug 21, 2021 19:26:53 GMT -5
Roy "The Sorrow" Harlowe (NJC), robriot, and 3 more like this
Post by Kyle on Aug 21, 2021 19:26:53 GMT -5
All white sterile room.
White vanity with mirror. Matching white cushioned stool.
The mirror has seen better days, missing a section of the glass from when Keith punched it out of anger. Scratched into the corner, where one name once was, Lynx, two others have joined it. Jesse Jamester. Lord Dominicus. Wearing the all white suit he's come to be known for, the Great White Terror stands beside the vanity.
Keith Williams: "Double main-event? Keith Williams and Neo James Carner versus Lynx and Lizard! This is the ONLY main-event! If you thought August on the Atlantic was gruesome, wait until NPW rolls into the Scotiabank Arena!"
Running his fingers over the names on the mirror, Williams lightly cuts himself.
Keith Williams: "Lizard, you did what many before you have done, you miscounted and underestimated The ReVenants. You're never dealing with just one of us, we work as a pack. All we have is each other and that's the way it's always been. I didn't imagine you had a friend left in the world, yet there was that brute to snap the chain you should have hung from. Lay all the traps you want, Admiral Ackbar, there's none that can hold me!"
Having produced faint gore, Keith presses his fleshy digits to his mouth and sucks away the red.
Keith Williams: "Lynx, you remember what that felt like, don't you? Dangling overhead as you wondered whether anyone would bring you down. You weren't as lucky as Jesse, is that why you didn't help him? Why you completely neglected to do ANYTHING?! You're no hero; you're a coward! You'll never be done with me, so expect to wear that mask of yours the rest of your life! The 2021 NPW Cruiserweight Cup winner and you get to win something else! A one way ticket to the unemployment line courtesy of Keith Williams when I end you!"
Smiling, the Great White Terror gently bites his own fingers as he stares at the camera.
Keith Williams: "Lord Dominicus. So the comical cuck finally gets involved! As a... Special guest referee. Another masked fraud needing their misconceptions put in check. We all know where this is headed, so why delay the inevitable? Let's get to my NPW North American Double Crown title shot! I'll happily take your belt like Jay Stevens did! I can't wait to deprive you of your last remaining gold and bathe in Corgi blood to revel in the occasion."
KW's eyes light up as he descriptively sets the scene for his eventual champion's ceremony.
Keith Williams: "Mayhem and mass destruction. That's what people have to look forward to at Northern Pro Wrestling's next show. You can make a professional wrestler the official, that doesn't guarantee the safety of everyone. The ReVenants are on a warpath that can't, that won't be interrupted by ANYONE! We only wear championships around our waists and leave bodies in our wake!"
Stacks and stacks and stacks of the fallen.
Keith Williams: "I don't have to worry about my tag-team partner having my back. And that's going to be the trump card we need to win this match on August 25th. When the going gets tough, the tough get going. The ReVenants aren't running, we aren't hiding. There isn't a fight that Rob Garcia, Keith Williams, and Neo James Carner will avoid. We've gone toe-to-toe with some of the best the XHF has to offer and we're still standing, waiting for more. Choose whatever roster you like, there isn't a wrestler among them that can do what we do as consistently as we do it. Wherever we go, no matter what we do, The ReVenants draw. That's just a fact of life!"
Rubbing at the fake mustache on his Mueller face guard, Williams goes off on a tangent.
Keith Williams: "I am the sickness that cannot be cured. I am the slow death that you fear. I am the everlasting spirit of malice. I am the eternal. I am the God that smites. I am the unconquerable. I am the constant dominant. I am the magnet that attracts hate."
Blinking, the Great White Terror addresses someone he hasn't mentioned in a while.
Keith Williams: "Gus Arnold, you better be watching on Wednesday. I want you to personally witness the artistry that is going to occur thanks to your money. Like any promoter, you desired ratings and The ReVenants will deliver! But you never explained to us it couldn't be at the expense of your other talent. You brought a plague to Canada and now there's nothing you can do to stop it!"
Teeth chattering out of pure excitement and adrenaline, Williams doesn't relent.
Keith Williams: "What's worse? Evil? Or the person that summons it and lets it spread? Ask yourself that question before you cast shame on those working to right wrongs by any means necessary. The ReVenants realize we live in an imperfect world, which is why we refuse to adhere to perfect standards decreed by people less than us! What happens to Eron Hunter and Jesse Jamester will be unpreventable. So call an ambulance in advance, because there's going to be a massacre! That's assured!"
Awkwardly, Keith tilts his head and that's the last we hear from him as the promo finishes.
White vanity with mirror. Matching white cushioned stool.
The mirror has seen better days, missing a section of the glass from when Keith punched it out of anger. Scratched into the corner, where one name once was, Lynx, two others have joined it. Jesse Jamester. Lord Dominicus. Wearing the all white suit he's come to be known for, the Great White Terror stands beside the vanity.
Keith Williams: "Double main-event? Keith Williams and Neo James Carner versus Lynx and Lizard! This is the ONLY main-event! If you thought August on the Atlantic was gruesome, wait until NPW rolls into the Scotiabank Arena!"
Running his fingers over the names on the mirror, Williams lightly cuts himself.
Keith Williams: "Lizard, you did what many before you have done, you miscounted and underestimated The ReVenants. You're never dealing with just one of us, we work as a pack. All we have is each other and that's the way it's always been. I didn't imagine you had a friend left in the world, yet there was that brute to snap the chain you should have hung from. Lay all the traps you want, Admiral Ackbar, there's none that can hold me!"
Having produced faint gore, Keith presses his fleshy digits to his mouth and sucks away the red.
Keith Williams: "Lynx, you remember what that felt like, don't you? Dangling overhead as you wondered whether anyone would bring you down. You weren't as lucky as Jesse, is that why you didn't help him? Why you completely neglected to do ANYTHING?! You're no hero; you're a coward! You'll never be done with me, so expect to wear that mask of yours the rest of your life! The 2021 NPW Cruiserweight Cup winner and you get to win something else! A one way ticket to the unemployment line courtesy of Keith Williams when I end you!"
Smiling, the Great White Terror gently bites his own fingers as he stares at the camera.
Keith Williams: "Lord Dominicus. So the comical cuck finally gets involved! As a... Special guest referee. Another masked fraud needing their misconceptions put in check. We all know where this is headed, so why delay the inevitable? Let's get to my NPW North American Double Crown title shot! I'll happily take your belt like Jay Stevens did! I can't wait to deprive you of your last remaining gold and bathe in Corgi blood to revel in the occasion."
KW's eyes light up as he descriptively sets the scene for his eventual champion's ceremony.
Keith Williams: "Mayhem and mass destruction. That's what people have to look forward to at Northern Pro Wrestling's next show. You can make a professional wrestler the official, that doesn't guarantee the safety of everyone. The ReVenants are on a warpath that can't, that won't be interrupted by ANYONE! We only wear championships around our waists and leave bodies in our wake!"
Stacks and stacks and stacks of the fallen.
Keith Williams: "I don't have to worry about my tag-team partner having my back. And that's going to be the trump card we need to win this match on August 25th. When the going gets tough, the tough get going. The ReVenants aren't running, we aren't hiding. There isn't a fight that Rob Garcia, Keith Williams, and Neo James Carner will avoid. We've gone toe-to-toe with some of the best the XHF has to offer and we're still standing, waiting for more. Choose whatever roster you like, there isn't a wrestler among them that can do what we do as consistently as we do it. Wherever we go, no matter what we do, The ReVenants draw. That's just a fact of life!"
Rubbing at the fake mustache on his Mueller face guard, Williams goes off on a tangent.
Keith Williams: "I am the sickness that cannot be cured. I am the slow death that you fear. I am the everlasting spirit of malice. I am the eternal. I am the God that smites. I am the unconquerable. I am the constant dominant. I am the magnet that attracts hate."
Blinking, the Great White Terror addresses someone he hasn't mentioned in a while.
Keith Williams: "Gus Arnold, you better be watching on Wednesday. I want you to personally witness the artistry that is going to occur thanks to your money. Like any promoter, you desired ratings and The ReVenants will deliver! But you never explained to us it couldn't be at the expense of your other talent. You brought a plague to Canada and now there's nothing you can do to stop it!"
Teeth chattering out of pure excitement and adrenaline, Williams doesn't relent.
Keith Williams: "What's worse? Evil? Or the person that summons it and lets it spread? Ask yourself that question before you cast shame on those working to right wrongs by any means necessary. The ReVenants realize we live in an imperfect world, which is why we refuse to adhere to perfect standards decreed by people less than us! What happens to Eron Hunter and Jesse Jamester will be unpreventable. So call an ambulance in advance, because there's going to be a massacre! That's assured!"
Awkwardly, Keith tilts his head and that's the last we hear from him as the promo finishes.