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| What a munchkin lover; "The Sultan of Sleaze" | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 22 2011, 12:33 AM (67 Views) | |
| Kyle | Oct 22 2011, 12:33 AM Post #1 |
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The scene unfolds and the setting for this segment is going to be inside of a limo. Earbuds stuck in his ears, The Hollywood Playboy rhythmically strokes his stache to the beat of the song he's listening to. He taps his foot along in time with the tempo and as the song concludes he looks up at the camera. Keith removes the earbuds and smirks. Keith: "They couldn't keep us apart forever." He maintains his focus on the camera and those watching, staring back without even blinking. Keith: "I knew eventually you'd have to come crawling back and give up that farce of a retirement. It's sad, but whenever you're near I can smell the very stench of you in the air. Don't even get me started about how much hate I feel when I actually do get a glimpse of your bald head. I get this overwhelming desire to transform into Gallagher himself and mimic the watermelon act with your skull. Nobody, and I mean NOBODY, knows you like I do. To think that someone might begin to imagine having the same level of hatred I have for you is laughable. No matter where we go, and no matter who you hide behind...we have to fight. I can't just let you walk away when I see you. I have to dish out violence and see your blood spill. I don't know what it is...I just have to abuse you like a teenage boy does his cock." A bit on the crude side, but Keith smiles and quickly flicks at his stache with his fingers. Keith: "This promotion isn't big enough for the two of us. No matter what sort of facade you put up for the audience and the booking committee I know what sort of man you really are. Underneath the surface of that fake image you've created for yourself is someone just as evil as me. You try to deny it, you keep it deep inside. I know what sort of a threat you can be. I've had sore days long after our matches together. I know that I can't let you stand in my way. No matter what your agenda is mine is always going to be the same. End you. And I don't mean end you with a finisher, I mean put you out completely. The only reason I wanted you back was to be able to say I forced you into retirement after beating you near to death. The fact is the world would be a better place without Drake Love." Williams goes back to the intense stare and once more turns the situation into something serious. Keith: "Admit it!" After yelling this Keith just continues to look back at the camera, unblinkingly. Keith: "As long as we live we'll never see eye to eye. I remind you of what you were, and you remind me of what I want to never become. Harper Bailey got a taste of what my hate feels like. I plan on giving you an extra helping to really drive home the zesty flavor. After Sunday FIW will cease to acknowledge the comeback of Drake Love and recognize the true potential of my plight to regain my beloved, the FIW Dual Crown Championship." His attitude returns to being more carefree and the smile on his face reflects that. The Sultan of Sleaze greedily glares as he rubs his two hands together. Keith: "Which brings me to my next point...Rurik Krychek. Are you mad, bro? You and I aren't too familiar, however, I think we're about to get cozy real quick seeing as how we both have a very similar goal. It seems your eyes are misguided, because the gold you're looking at happens to belong to me. I may not have been here for a few months, but best believe that the only rightful owner to those belts is me." The Hollywood Playboy points both thumbs back at himself to emphasize this. Keith: "I'm surprised, Rurik. I thought a ring tactician like yourself would appreciate strategy. Instead you're reduced to penis jokes because you're none too bright when it comes to speaking without someone else first speaking. Is it a crime to wait and analyze those you're facing? Surely one of your so called..."intelligence" could understand that most basic of strategies. Then again you're oblivious to the obvious. Despite whatever shortcomings you and Drake Love have to brag about it doesn't compare to me being a previous Dual Crown Champion. A feat yourself and Mr. Love have failed to accomplish. You're welcome to keep boasting about winning the consolation battle royal prize at the Drake Love Invitational. It means so much to me that you're happy about losing for the second year in a row at that crummy thing." He snickers in regards to this fact, wanting to make it a point of rubbing this in his face. Keith: "Make no mistake about my return, comrade. On Sunday I'm going to show everyone why your legacy amounts to being the King of the Little People. Congratulations on that reign as FIW Cruiserweight Champion. How did it feel to hold gold made for munchkins? I'm sure everyone in Munchkinland talks of you with high regard. It's funny you jest about me losing to a girl when a Whorecat was the one who took away your only accomplishment to date. Everything you've done up to now is like a bad copy of what I've already done in FIW. Led a group of people? Check! Held the company's top championship? Check! You'll have to excuse me, I know you haven't done that, but I wanted to specify that I have. Anyways...held the tag-team championships? Check! If I recall Hollywood Chainsaw Massacre triumphed over The Brotherhood to defend those belts on one occasion." Look it up, it might be true. Keith: "Face it, Krychek, you're nothing but a horrible doppelganger of Onikage. Besides the obvious height and weight disproportions as well as the number of championships won. The Brotherhood was and will forever be an abortion that tried too hard to be The Rejects. At ReVolt I'm going to take you out, and then I'm moving on to your commie in crime, Pyotr Sadovsky." He flips his wrist up to meet his view and takes notice of the time. Keith: "I need to wrap this up. Before I forget..." Brief pause. Keith: "Mad Dawg! I'm a business man, I can understand the violent nature of the business we're involved in. If you can put aside what you did before and work under my leadership I can see great things happening. Combined our hatred for Drake Love can see to it that he never shows his ugly face in FIW again. If you were to soften up Pyotr for me in advance I could look the other way, but I want to take him out myself. With that out of the way, I look forward to our brief partnership on Sunday. I've lead others to success and I'll do the same for you if you put in the Hollywood effort that I do." He winks towards the camera and lowers his wrist, motioning to the camera man briefly. Keith: "Alright, cut it." Ask and you shall receive. The feed is abruptly cut after those words leaving a stamp of stache approval on this week's match. |
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