ALL YOUR GOLD ARE BELONG TO US (Battle Royal)
Sept 5, 2021 16:49:27 GMT -5
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Post by Kyle on Sept 5, 2021 16:49:27 GMT -5
Sipping champagne from a tulip glass, Keith Williams stands on the balcony of his high-rise suite overlooking the city of Halifax. Mueller face guard on, the Great White Terror has chosen an informal appearance of shorts and an Isabel Rios t-shirt. Smiling, there's a glimmer to his eyes that doesn't seem like it'll ever disappear.
Keith Williams: "This toast is to you, Jesse Jamester."
Holding up his glass, Williams momentarily glances at the camera and winks before returning his view to the activity below.
Keith Williams: "You tried so hard and got so far, but in the end..."
Loading up Linkin Park lyrics as ammo, KW unleashes them as a jab at the man The ReVenants left lying on the last episode of NPW.
Keith Williams: "It doesn't even matter!"
Williams laughs as he coarsely belts out the song.
Keith Williams: "You had to fall to lose it all, but in the end..."
You know what comes next.
Keith Williams: "It doesn't even matter!"
Drinking some champagne, the Great White Terror veers from singing to seriously speaking.
Keith Williams: "You thought you had it figured out, had all the answers. Then I changed the questions! Are you feeling helpless, Jesse? You should be. You're sidelined, forced to watch everything as it happens at Fight for the Fallen. I'm sure there's a voice inside you telling you to get involved. Disregard it. Pretend you don't hear it. Because... If you interfere, it's only going to make this worse. How many times do you think you can poke a wolf and not lose a finger?"
Tsking, Keith shakes his head.
Keith Williams: "The ReVenants have exposed a fact that NPW doesn't want acknowledged. Their Lizard as big as he is, as tough as he is, isn't invulnerable. He's capable of bleeding, of knowing pain, of losing. And why should we stop there? There are more truths to uncover, more masks to rip off!"
There's a particular champion on KW's mind.
Keith Williams: "Lord... Dominicus..."
Two words that make up the name of the person that Keith has a gripe with.
Keith Williams: "I'd say your name three times, but I don't want you to materialize. I'd rather take this time to announce my involvement in the show opening battle royal, so I can win my chance to lay bare another untruth. The idea that LD is a deserving NPW North American Double Crown Champion is laughable, it's... False!"
Avoiding the Beetlejuice curse is wise.
Keith Williams: "What has Dominicus done since defeating Eric Dane? You can't think of anything, can you? He's mediocre. He's spineless. He's impotent. That imbecile needs a REAL challenge, which I'll gladly give him. I win championships everywhere I go, it's never a matter of if, it's when. I devastate all competition. I decimate promotions and cause their demise. I'm no cry baby bitch on a power trip. I always produce results."
The consistency speaks for itself.
Keith Williams: "No one is stopping the ascent of Keith Williams and The ReVenants on September 16th. Not The Galactic Sex Pirates. Not The Bastards. Not "fresh faces" like Union Jack and Pequeño Dinosaurio. I'll send you flying over the top rope faster than I forced you out of SWAT and into NPW. Booking was never the problem, boys, you just can't cut the mustard. Why do you want the NPW Imperial Crown Tag Team Championships? To sully another set of titles?"
Fake dry heaving, Williams waves off that thought entirely.
Keith Williams: "The ONLY acceptable ending at Fight for the Fallen is The ReVenants crowned as NPW Imperial Crown Tag Team Champions and me going on to replace Lord Dominicuck as the NPW North American Double Crown Champion. Any other finale wouldn't even come close. We came to Northern Pro Wrestling to establish a monopoly and that's exactly what we're going to do. A title is only as good as the ReVenant that holds it. Every championship will eventually be owned by us. The NPW Northern Openweight Championship? Ours! The NPW North American Cruiserweight Championship? Ours! The Trios Championships? Ours!"
ALL YOUR GOLD ARE BELONG TO US.
Keith Williams: "Week in, week out, show after show after show, The ReVenants are a persistent juggernaut that accomplishes what it sets out to do. We move the needle when others can't be bothered. We set the standard that everyone else has to meet. Keith Williams, Rob Garcia, and Neo James Carner are the upper echelon of the NPW roster. The ReVenants will continue to fight as those that oppose them add to the growing number of fallen. A ReVenant does not recognize death."
Finishing what's left of the champagne in his glass, Keith lets out a sigh.
Keith Williams: "Bodies are going to eject the ring until I'm the only one remaining, then I'll wrestle LD later as he has to stomach that I'll be taking his gold soon. Domi, keep your head straight, because a battle royal isn't going to tire me out enough not to kick your ass. When I get my hands on you, nobody's stopping me, not even your tag-team partner. The carnage that's headed at you can't be circumvented. The big bad wolves are coming, piggies. Squeal, squeal, squeal, it won't save you."
Softly oinking, the Great White Terror smiles as the scene fades to black.
Keith Williams: "This toast is to you, Jesse Jamester."
Holding up his glass, Williams momentarily glances at the camera and winks before returning his view to the activity below.
Keith Williams: "You tried so hard and got so far, but in the end..."
Loading up Linkin Park lyrics as ammo, KW unleashes them as a jab at the man The ReVenants left lying on the last episode of NPW.
Keith Williams: "It doesn't even matter!"
Williams laughs as he coarsely belts out the song.
Keith Williams: "You had to fall to lose it all, but in the end..."
You know what comes next.
Keith Williams: "It doesn't even matter!"
Drinking some champagne, the Great White Terror veers from singing to seriously speaking.
Keith Williams: "You thought you had it figured out, had all the answers. Then I changed the questions! Are you feeling helpless, Jesse? You should be. You're sidelined, forced to watch everything as it happens at Fight for the Fallen. I'm sure there's a voice inside you telling you to get involved. Disregard it. Pretend you don't hear it. Because... If you interfere, it's only going to make this worse. How many times do you think you can poke a wolf and not lose a finger?"
Tsking, Keith shakes his head.
Keith Williams: "The ReVenants have exposed a fact that NPW doesn't want acknowledged. Their Lizard as big as he is, as tough as he is, isn't invulnerable. He's capable of bleeding, of knowing pain, of losing. And why should we stop there? There are more truths to uncover, more masks to rip off!"
There's a particular champion on KW's mind.
Keith Williams: "Lord... Dominicus..."
Two words that make up the name of the person that Keith has a gripe with.
Keith Williams: "I'd say your name three times, but I don't want you to materialize. I'd rather take this time to announce my involvement in the show opening battle royal, so I can win my chance to lay bare another untruth. The idea that LD is a deserving NPW North American Double Crown Champion is laughable, it's... False!"
Avoiding the Beetlejuice curse is wise.
Keith Williams: "What has Dominicus done since defeating Eric Dane? You can't think of anything, can you? He's mediocre. He's spineless. He's impotent. That imbecile needs a REAL challenge, which I'll gladly give him. I win championships everywhere I go, it's never a matter of if, it's when. I devastate all competition. I decimate promotions and cause their demise. I'm no cry baby bitch on a power trip. I always produce results."
The consistency speaks for itself.
Keith Williams: "No one is stopping the ascent of Keith Williams and The ReVenants on September 16th. Not The Galactic Sex Pirates. Not The Bastards. Not "fresh faces" like Union Jack and Pequeño Dinosaurio. I'll send you flying over the top rope faster than I forced you out of SWAT and into NPW. Booking was never the problem, boys, you just can't cut the mustard. Why do you want the NPW Imperial Crown Tag Team Championships? To sully another set of titles?"
Fake dry heaving, Williams waves off that thought entirely.
Keith Williams: "The ONLY acceptable ending at Fight for the Fallen is The ReVenants crowned as NPW Imperial Crown Tag Team Champions and me going on to replace Lord Dominicuck as the NPW North American Double Crown Champion. Any other finale wouldn't even come close. We came to Northern Pro Wrestling to establish a monopoly and that's exactly what we're going to do. A title is only as good as the ReVenant that holds it. Every championship will eventually be owned by us. The NPW Northern Openweight Championship? Ours! The NPW North American Cruiserweight Championship? Ours! The Trios Championships? Ours!"
ALL YOUR GOLD ARE BELONG TO US.
Keith Williams: "Week in, week out, show after show after show, The ReVenants are a persistent juggernaut that accomplishes what it sets out to do. We move the needle when others can't be bothered. We set the standard that everyone else has to meet. Keith Williams, Rob Garcia, and Neo James Carner are the upper echelon of the NPW roster. The ReVenants will continue to fight as those that oppose them add to the growing number of fallen. A ReVenant does not recognize death."
Finishing what's left of the champagne in his glass, Keith lets out a sigh.
Keith Williams: "Bodies are going to eject the ring until I'm the only one remaining, then I'll wrestle LD later as he has to stomach that I'll be taking his gold soon. Domi, keep your head straight, because a battle royal isn't going to tire me out enough not to kick your ass. When I get my hands on you, nobody's stopping me, not even your tag-team partner. The carnage that's headed at you can't be circumvented. The big bad wolves are coming, piggies. Squeal, squeal, squeal, it won't save you."
Softly oinking, the Great White Terror smiles as the scene fades to black.