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| Knockout With My Cock Out; Keith Williams | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 5 2011, 03:41 AM (57 Views) | |
| Kyle | Nov 5 2011, 03:41 AM Post #1 |
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We're backstage and someone is prepared. Keith Williams comes into view already in his wrestling gear. He looks up at the camera with a disgusted expression before looking back down again and diverting his attention. The camera zooms out slightly to show that The Hollywood Playboy is hastily trying to wrap his wrists in tape. Keith: "Christian Cruz...you remind me of myself. We're both vain, we both like to toot our own horns excessively, and we both like GOLD. The only difference between us is that I wouldn't carry the FIW Fighting Spirit Championship around. If you can even call it a championship. That thing is nothing but a waste of space, and I'm surprised that as the current FIW Dual Crown Champion you would soil your name by claiming it." He mutters something under his breath that can't be heard, looking up at the camera for a moment. Keith: "Tsk, tsk." And like that his eyes are back on the wrist tape that he's still wrapping around himself. Keith: "It seems while I was gone you came out of your shell and transformed into FIW's golden boy. What once was an ugly caterpillar turned into a beautiful, successful butterfly. I managed to watch a few matches of yours to catch up, and I have to say you're light years ahead of a lot of these jerk offs. The only problem being...we've never faced each other. Up until this point you've been fed a laundry list of FIW's worst. The type of guys that have been given constant opportunities and show they can't run with the ball. What's the term I'm looking for? Choke. They choke, they're chokers." It seems he's finished with what he's doing because he abandons what's left of the tape and stands up to face the camera. Keith: "Unlike previous opponents you've had such as Pyotr Sadovsky I'm a completely different specimen. It's cute the little ego you've developed and how hard you try. But no matter what when compared to me you're just a cheap knockoff. Like the dark horse you are you can only luck out for so long. I've cemented my name on the fact that I consistently get the job done, no matter what. I promise you, Christian, I'm the most evil man you will ever meet. You can pretend to be a bad guy all you want, but I'm the real deal. There's no acting here, at my core I'm a bastard coated bastard with bastard filling. I have no qualms about burning women and raping churches." From the look he gives this is completely true. Keith: "I'm going to show you what it really means to hurt people and be a wrestling machine. By the time I'm through you'll know what a true submission artist is like. The only sound I want to hear is your arms snapping and a blood curdling scream that could make a person orgasm." Be scared, be very scared. Keith: "Last but not least, the man I've yet to mention so far...Damien Holburn. You say we've met, I say you're full of shit. The part about me being a major dick fits, but I can't recall ever working with a slag like you. It's flattering how much you kissed my ass, it really is. I wish I could do the same for you and put you over like a gentlemen should, except...I don't have to prove myself. You're in the ring with several accomplished wrestlers who don't need to prove anything to anybody. You on the other hand...you're a second rate champion. You hold a title that's bush league compared to the FIW Dual Crown Championship. The last I checked you were scrapping with a bum in matches where you continually got your ass kicked. Let me ask you something, why do you feel you deserve to be in this week's main-event?" Williams proposes this question and stares back at the camera for a few seconds, letting it sink in. Keith: "I'm sure you're real proud of being "The Tornado" and catching on with the kiddies. On the other hand I can hark back on being a former FIW Dual Crown Champion until I'm blue in the face as you put it, but you don't have a single reason why you deserve this chance. You've got the spirit, or at least more fighting spirit than the actual FIW Fighting Spirit Champion. You want a challenge and I admire that. So if you're eager to have me speak your name and bring you competition I'll do it." THERE WILL BE BLOOD! Or not. Keith: "I like to fight as much as the next guy and winning has been my credo since before Charlie Sheen made it popular. I know I'm a big gun, but I want you to show me that you're a big gun, Damien. No homo." Seriously, no homo. Keith: "But if we should lock up during the course of this match I'm not going to just knock you off your perch. I'm going to knock you the fuck out." FIW's Original Lady Killer takes a swing at the camera with a quick elbow strike and after that there's nothing but static until everything goes to black. |
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