Post by Kyle on Sept 13, 2021 20:45:11 GMT -5
All white sterile room.
White vanity with mirror. Matching white cushioned stool.
Joining the names that have collected on the mirror, a number has been meticulously cut into it. 184. The significance of the integer is lost on us currently, but I'm sure the Great White Terror will explain. Donning an all white suit, Keith stares at the fresh addition.
Keith Williams: "184. 184 days. From March 16th, 2021 to September 16th, 2021, it will mark one hundred and eighty four days since you regretfully acquired the NPW North American Double Crown Championship. You're making a futile attempt to pull the wool over everyone's eyes and it isn't happening. You can think you're better than Eric Dane, that doesn't make it true. For all of his shortcomings, the Dead Star met his challenges head on and persevered."
Rubbing the numbers on the mirror, Williams continues the portion of the promo about Lord Dominicus.
Keith Williams: "Lord Cuckicus, what have you done? Did you defeat an all star lineup of talent in the Lethal Lottery at Crowning Of A Champion II? No, that's right, Eric Dane did. Were you robbed of your title and hostilely won it back? Nope, Dane again. For all your chest puffing, self boasting, you've defended your championship ONCE. Against a man that you've already beaten. Don't break your arm patting yourself on the back, LD."
Niko should've beat Dominicus for the NPW North American Cruiserweight Championship. Change my mind.
Keith Williams: "Believe, believe, believe. Believe whatever crock of shit you want to whisper as a lullaby to fall asleep. Add your name to a growing list of malcontents that all spout the same word and deliver nothing. Wrap your body in a cozy blanket of lies to keep warm, gulp that tainted zealotry. It doesn't make one fucking bit of difference to me. I'm here for a reason and it's to provide you the chance to be the champion you imagine you are. I'm the test you've been waiting for, Castrated One. You want to be taken seriously? You want to prove you're worthy? That your title reign isn't a sham? Wrestle someone that's a legitimate risk and defend the NPW North American Double Crown Championship."
Concentrating on the Lynx name that was previously etched into the mirror, KW switches to rubbing this as the conversation focuses on him.
Keith Williams: "Lynx, I notice you won a championship. I'm proud that you're proud. It's not a title recognized in NPW, but I know it has to feel good to finally have something to wear around your waist other than shame. The reality is... As long as I'm in Northern Pro Wrestling, you'll never come near any championship I'm after or hold. If, and that's a big if, you managed to dethrone LD before me? We'd have to be living in a parallel universe, because I don't see that ever being a possible scenario!"
Snickering, Keith encourages the silliness.
Keith Williams: "Hypothetically, you become the NPW North American Double Crown Champion, do you understand what the ramifications would be? I'd be tasked with ending your reign as fast as I could. You'd only be inviting misfortune to come knocking on your front door. A lucky man's luck runs out eventually, he can't fight forever. There's only so much sand left in your hourglass, Lynx. There's no remake, reboot, or revival to help you escape your fate. You've become the hunted and I will pick your bones clean. You ripped away my identity and I won't stop until I've robbed you of everything."
Turning to face the camera, the Great White Terror addresses the roster at large.
Keith Williams: "Fight for the Fallen will usher in a new era, an era that will extend into 2022 and propel Northern Pro Wrestling to new heights! The ReVenants will do what everyone before them has failed to do, make NPW the envy of every other company. Keith Williams, Rob Garcia, Neo James Carner, we're the ones with backs strong enough to support this industry. Based on our track record, it's undeniable at this point! The lambs, the sheep, the ultimatum droppers, those of zero benefit, we'll weed you out! This is The ReVenants' domain, you only live in it. You've all been lead astray, misinformed of what evil is. Look into my eyes and you will discover absolute evil!"
Laughing, the eyes of Williams widen and bulge as he unnervingly gazes at the audience.
White vanity with mirror. Matching white cushioned stool.
Joining the names that have collected on the mirror, a number has been meticulously cut into it. 184. The significance of the integer is lost on us currently, but I'm sure the Great White Terror will explain. Donning an all white suit, Keith stares at the fresh addition.
Keith Williams: "184. 184 days. From March 16th, 2021 to September 16th, 2021, it will mark one hundred and eighty four days since you regretfully acquired the NPW North American Double Crown Championship. You're making a futile attempt to pull the wool over everyone's eyes and it isn't happening. You can think you're better than Eric Dane, that doesn't make it true. For all of his shortcomings, the Dead Star met his challenges head on and persevered."
Rubbing the numbers on the mirror, Williams continues the portion of the promo about Lord Dominicus.
Keith Williams: "Lord Cuckicus, what have you done? Did you defeat an all star lineup of talent in the Lethal Lottery at Crowning Of A Champion II? No, that's right, Eric Dane did. Were you robbed of your title and hostilely won it back? Nope, Dane again. For all your chest puffing, self boasting, you've defended your championship ONCE. Against a man that you've already beaten. Don't break your arm patting yourself on the back, LD."
Niko should've beat Dominicus for the NPW North American Cruiserweight Championship. Change my mind.
Keith Williams: "Believe, believe, believe. Believe whatever crock of shit you want to whisper as a lullaby to fall asleep. Add your name to a growing list of malcontents that all spout the same word and deliver nothing. Wrap your body in a cozy blanket of lies to keep warm, gulp that tainted zealotry. It doesn't make one fucking bit of difference to me. I'm here for a reason and it's to provide you the chance to be the champion you imagine you are. I'm the test you've been waiting for, Castrated One. You want to be taken seriously? You want to prove you're worthy? That your title reign isn't a sham? Wrestle someone that's a legitimate risk and defend the NPW North American Double Crown Championship."
Concentrating on the Lynx name that was previously etched into the mirror, KW switches to rubbing this as the conversation focuses on him.
Keith Williams: "Lynx, I notice you won a championship. I'm proud that you're proud. It's not a title recognized in NPW, but I know it has to feel good to finally have something to wear around your waist other than shame. The reality is... As long as I'm in Northern Pro Wrestling, you'll never come near any championship I'm after or hold. If, and that's a big if, you managed to dethrone LD before me? We'd have to be living in a parallel universe, because I don't see that ever being a possible scenario!"
Snickering, Keith encourages the silliness.
Keith Williams: "Hypothetically, you become the NPW North American Double Crown Champion, do you understand what the ramifications would be? I'd be tasked with ending your reign as fast as I could. You'd only be inviting misfortune to come knocking on your front door. A lucky man's luck runs out eventually, he can't fight forever. There's only so much sand left in your hourglass, Lynx. There's no remake, reboot, or revival to help you escape your fate. You've become the hunted and I will pick your bones clean. You ripped away my identity and I won't stop until I've robbed you of everything."
Turning to face the camera, the Great White Terror addresses the roster at large.
Keith Williams: "Fight for the Fallen will usher in a new era, an era that will extend into 2022 and propel Northern Pro Wrestling to new heights! The ReVenants will do what everyone before them has failed to do, make NPW the envy of every other company. Keith Williams, Rob Garcia, Neo James Carner, we're the ones with backs strong enough to support this industry. Based on our track record, it's undeniable at this point! The lambs, the sheep, the ultimatum droppers, those of zero benefit, we'll weed you out! This is The ReVenants' domain, you only live in it. You've all been lead astray, misinformed of what evil is. Look into my eyes and you will discover absolute evil!"
Laughing, the eyes of Williams widen and bulge as he unnervingly gazes at the audience.