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| It Ain't Easy Being Sleazy; Keith Williams | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 5 2011, 02:55 AM (77 Views) | |
| Kyle | Nov 5 2011, 02:55 AM Post #1 |
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Out on the balcony of a hotel is our narrator for this segment, Keith Williams. He's dressed in a white polo shirt, beige short pants, and a pair of leather sandals. In the background is the noticeable landscape of Munich, Germany. Beautiful mountains and old buildings are visible for anyone to see. The day is just beginning as the sun makes its peak in the sky overhead. Birds can be heard chirping nearby while clouds float past listlessly. Keith: "Guten tag!" He offers up this small example of his basic knowledge of German to humble us. Keith: "Round and round we go..." Keith brings his index finger up, making a circular motion to go along with what he just said. Keith: "Where we stop? Nobody knows! That's how it is between us, Drake. This cycle...this...hatred. No matter what the match is you can rest assured there will be violence. Ultra violence at that! We always find a way to get involved in the affairs of each other. At one point FIW was so afraid of what might happen and what we had already done that they refused to let our scheduled match happen. Now they're so desperate for ratings and "big stars" that they don't care about putting two sharks in the same tank. Except there's one thing they forgot...I'm a cannibal." Hannibal Lector? Maybe. Keith: "I doubt things will ever be settled entirely when it comes to Keith Williams and Drake Love, but I NEED a singles match against this swine. I need to have him to myself, to abuse and use how I please. His blood must be spilled. It's not enough to get these small snacks you call matches we're both thrown into. To truly get the satisfaction I desire I need Drake Love in a match where I can focus one hundred percent of my attention on him. After I'm done with him they won't dare call in a doctor to tend to his wounds, because the last doctor FIW called their own was taken out by me personally and sent off to shittier pastures." The Hollywood Playboy takes a stroll along his rather long balcony, taking time to look out and enjoy the sights. He looks down from above, seemingly contemplating whether to spit down on someone or not. I guess he doesn't feel like it because he turns around, displaying a sleazy grin that he follows with a quick mustache stroke for good measure. Keith: "Right now FIW is being the cock tease that all men hate. The sort of temptress that gives you blue balls at the end of a date instead of polishing you off right like a classy broad would do. I'll admit to being busy with business that regards Pyotr Sadovsky, but fuck me if I'm going to wait much longer before I wrap my hands around that bald fuck's neck and strangle the life out of him. Reclaiming the FIW Dual Crown Championship will always be my number one priority, however, a close second is making sure that Drake Love is gone from wrestling for good." Like the bad ass villain he is he folds his arms across his chest and intensely looks into the camera with his baby blues. Keith: "This four way is a chance to put my name out there again as one of the top guys in this company. I won't be showed up or out muscled. Anyone that dares to test this is welcome to try, especially the Career Killer himself. I won't hesitate to lariat a motherfucker. And it would be an utmost honor to kill the career of a man that claims to kill the careers of others." A dark, twisted grin spreads across his face and the arms cease to cross his chest. Keith looks back at the camera, playing with the ends of his stache as his eyes sparkle devilishly. Keith: "This match is a plateau onto bigger and better things. On Sunday, The Sultan of Sleaze is going to dominate with his uppercuts and elbows. I know I make it look easy, but it's never easy being sleazy. Unless you're Keith Williams of course." He cocks his hand up like a gun and fires off at the camera, in the process throwing out a wink too. The scene slowly fades to black on this note, the only lasting image being that of Keith Williams as he strokes his mustache. |
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