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| Wine Time with Keith!; [KW] | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: May 25 2017, 07:24 PM (45 Views) | |
| Kyle | May 25 2017, 07:24 PM Post #1 |
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Who's ready for another installment of the hit sensation that is "Wine Time with Keith"?! I know I am! We're conveniently located in another immaculately white hotel suite. It's a mystery and black magic all at once how anyone manages to keep the place as it clean as it is currently. Keith defies all manner of witchcraft by drinking from a very full wine glass while surrounded by all the white. And the wine is red, dark red. There's a hired musician playing piano in the corner while Pan the cat, yes, the very same Pan the cat from previously, lounges out on her cat tower that's situated over by the windows with the breathtaking view. I'm sure she's really worried right now with what the cost is for such a place. Keith Williams: "Opportunities like the one I've been given don't come often." Sip, sip, sip. He's sipping lightly from the glass he has held. Keith Williams: "And I never take them lightly." Keith looks across the room at Pan, admiring her cat like beauty as he snaps his fingers at her and she responds with a cute, little mew. Keith Williams: "Having the chance to challenge for the FIW Championship always has the same effect. It either invigorates those already motivated and thirsting for something more. Or it brings back those who were seemingly gone that now feel the most deserving of a win in such a situation." He swirls the wine around in his glass. Looking at it, inspecting it... Not entirely certain if it's his favorite blend. Keith Williams: "I respect Dream, I really do. But I'll be the first to admit I didn't expect to hear anything out of him ahead of Anarchy in the UK." If he spilled a single drop of his drink right now it would leave an indelible mark that couldn't go unseen. A speck of imperfection in a sea of cream. Forever noticeable and a blemish on the perfect beach of a hotel suite. Yet somehow he remains cool, calm, collected. Keeping the red wine in control the best anyone could. Keith Williams: "He's been here, just not completely here. Though when the possibility is presented of losing something, he's the first to speak up. I don't blame him either. His entire identity is contained within that mask he wears. To lose it... I'm not sure he would ever be the same person again. It's easy to shrug off as an accessory, but to some people their entire life revolves around that thing that keeps their face concealed." Mexico. Japan. Mask country. Keith Williams: "Even I've been forced to sacrifice something if I should lose this match. The services of one... Dino Bambino." A disappointing sigh leaves Williams. It's uncontrollable at this point when speaking about what is at stake for him in this fatal four way match. Keith Williams: "There's plenty in life that I could do without. Sexual relations with Carmen Electra. Buying another yacht to put next to my other yachts. Teaming up with the likes of Clay Krueger for an awe inspiring HCM reunion. I don't care. But..." This is where there's a pause. For anticipation, for exhilaration, for... Wasting space and to break up dialogue. Keith Williams: "You leave me my monkey!" With the blood rushing, emotions flaring, you would think Keith would spill his wine at least a splash in the rapid movements that follow. And yet... He still maintains. The wine in the glass sloshes around some, still staying in the glass. Keith Williams: "Nathaniel Alexander can say what he wants. Darian Gray can say what he wants. If the two of them even decide to say anything at all." There's considerably less wine since beginning this whole thing. KW has made a decent effort at chipping away at what he has to drink. The last of this beverage is consumed as he starts to get on the subject of the Coulter Crew. Keith Williams: "The Coulter Crew has had more than enough time to shine in the sun. As far as I'm concerned... It's my time. I don't just want this shot at the FIW Championship, I need it." Noticing that he has nothing left to drink, Keith places the empty glass down on a conveniently placed side table next to him. Keith Williams: "I need to show everyone that I can still go at a main-event level pace. That I still have the spark that's required to go toe-to-toe with everyone else on the roster. Most of all, I need this opportunity to show Johnny Amazing and the rest of the FIW world that I can win when it counts without resorting to my old ways." The Carolina Gentleman motions at Pan the cat, eventually enticing her over to him with a handy dandy cat stick. What's a cat stick, you ask? Why, it's the greatest feline treat known to man. A stick of meat, for a cat. They smell as bad as you could imagine. He feeds this to Pan as she happily gobbles it up, choosing to lay on Williams' lap after. Keith Williams: "On Saturday, all of FIW is going to walk away from Anarchy in the UK with a firm impression of what's on the horizon for Keith Williams. The FIW Championship." He's content to stroke his kitty as she purrs, this concluding our featured segment and I hope you too had your fill of wine like Keith did. 'Til next time! |
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