Post by Keith Williams on Oct 4, 2021 20:12:02 GMT -5
A cozy setup on the Hollywood Walk of Fame, Keith Williams and Jeff Noon are behind a table hocking Lynx merchandise. Discussing the celebrity's spot they've chose, Keith and Jeff are figuring out the likelihood that they're alive.
Keith Williams: "Drew Carey's dead, right? I doubt anyone's coming to check out his star."
Jeff Noon: "I heard Mimi sat on his face and suffocated him to death."
Noticing a group that's getting closer, they start shouting to get the attention of the unsuspecting people that walk past.
Keith Williams: "COME ONE, COME ALL, GET YOUR ERON HUNTER GOODS WHILE YOU STILL CAN!!"
Jeff Noon: "OCTOBER 7TH! LYNX'S LAST MATCH! BUY A T-SHIRT!"
One person has a free 8x10 tossed in their direction, but they don't seem to care and keep walking as the photo blows away in the breeze.
Keith Williams: "ASSHOLE!! DON'T YOU CARE ABOUT YOUR HERO??!!"
Jeff Noon: "YEAH!! IS SUPPORT A FOREIGN WORD TO YOU, ASSHOLE??!!"
Jeff searches through what's left, there's plenty of shirts, knockoff action figures, stickers, and 8x10s.
Jeff Noon: "We've been at this for hours, Keith. No one's purchased anything. Why are we wasting our time here?"
Keith Williams: "That's the point."
Unsure of what Williams means, Noon scratches his head and poses a question.
Jeff Noon: "What is?"
Keith Williams: "There is no point."
Jeff Noon: "Huh?"
Laughing, Keith pats Jeff on the back, offering an answer that makes it super simple.
Keith Williams: "Nobody cares."
Noon starts to get it, copying the laughing pattern of his client.
Keith Williams: "Best in the world? Best in the universe? Lynx, you'll only ever be those things in your own mind, never in reality. You're neither brave nor prepared, so don't count on luck favoring you whatsoever. I know how much you regret leaving that sky blue eyes girl of yours and that regret is going to grow stronger after I strip you of the chance to become the NPW North American Double Crown Champion. You thought you knew what hunger was, what it felt like to be cold. I'm going to starve you; I'm going to chill you to the bone. When I'm through with you... You're going to resemble a concentration camp survivor, if you manage to survive, barely clinging to life, wishing you had died. I plan to crush you and the hope you have that you'll one day become a champion in Northern Pro Wrestling."
Slamming his hands on the table for emphasis, the Great White Terror smashes a bunch of items.
Keith Williams: "2021 Cruiserweight Cup winner and what is there to show? Nothing, just a loss to an incompetent, high flying pansy. You're a failed junior heavyweight that decided to move up to the heavyweight ranks. Who or what gave you the impression that was a smart decision? Once you realize that heroes die, everything becomes that much more terrifying. In three seconds a dream could happen, or it might usher in a never ending nightmare, depending on your perspective."
Winking at the camera, Keith's left eyebrow arches as he devilishly smiles.
Keith Williams: "Was the lesson not learned as I strung you up and left you to bleed above me? I will brutalize you in ways you can't conceive. I suspect the allure of the gold will be too much to resist, but... Should you form a team with the opposition, it won't matter. I don't have to beat you AND Dominicus to come out of this as the champion. My ascent requires at most one sacrifice, though I'll gladly take two. The Mask Collector wouldn't mind collecting both of your masks as well. Eron Hunter as the NEW NPW North American Double Crown Champion? You'd have a better chance of seeing God than that happening."
Williams looks up at the heavens.
Keith Williams: "I'm going to make your mama cry her eyes out and your daddy led a life of disappointment, because following my victory over you, Lynx, that's all they'll be able to do. Your reward for hoping is going to be a walk of shame back home to your parents that will only look at you with dismay. There isn't going to be ANY retribution! ZERO redemption! This story has always been about the rise of Keith Williams. First, the NPW North American Double Crown Championship, then... the CWA World Championship."
Approaching the table with money in hand, a young fan starts to pick out some of the merchandise.
Jeff Noon: "What? You actually want to buy something?"
Lynx Fan: "Yeah... I love Lynx."
Keith Williams: "Eron Hunter?"
Lynx Fan: "Whichever. I've been following him since he was in NCW."
Keith Williams: "Unless the three letters you're saying are CWA, NPW, or ReV, I'm not listening, kid."
Ripping merch out of their hands, Jeff tries his best to intimidate the customer.
Jeff Noon: "Move along, buddy, we don't need your dirty money!"
Lynx Fan: "I saw you giving merch away, why can't I buy some?"
Keith Williams: "A filthy Lynx fan that would pay for his merch doesn't deserve anything for free! Including Lynx merch!"
Jeff Noon: "Shoo, fly, don't bother me!"
Defeated, the only potential purchaser slowly strolls away as Williams has a final message for his opponent.
Keith Williams: "Dreams were made to be broken. Including yours, Eron."
Keith Williams: "Drew Carey's dead, right? I doubt anyone's coming to check out his star."
Jeff Noon: "I heard Mimi sat on his face and suffocated him to death."
Noticing a group that's getting closer, they start shouting to get the attention of the unsuspecting people that walk past.
Keith Williams: "COME ONE, COME ALL, GET YOUR ERON HUNTER GOODS WHILE YOU STILL CAN!!"
Jeff Noon: "OCTOBER 7TH! LYNX'S LAST MATCH! BUY A T-SHIRT!"
One person has a free 8x10 tossed in their direction, but they don't seem to care and keep walking as the photo blows away in the breeze.
Keith Williams: "ASSHOLE!! DON'T YOU CARE ABOUT YOUR HERO??!!"
Jeff Noon: "YEAH!! IS SUPPORT A FOREIGN WORD TO YOU, ASSHOLE??!!"
Jeff searches through what's left, there's plenty of shirts, knockoff action figures, stickers, and 8x10s.
Jeff Noon: "We've been at this for hours, Keith. No one's purchased anything. Why are we wasting our time here?"
Keith Williams: "That's the point."
Unsure of what Williams means, Noon scratches his head and poses a question.
Jeff Noon: "What is?"
Keith Williams: "There is no point."
Jeff Noon: "Huh?"
Laughing, Keith pats Jeff on the back, offering an answer that makes it super simple.
Keith Williams: "Nobody cares."
Noon starts to get it, copying the laughing pattern of his client.
Keith Williams: "Best in the world? Best in the universe? Lynx, you'll only ever be those things in your own mind, never in reality. You're neither brave nor prepared, so don't count on luck favoring you whatsoever. I know how much you regret leaving that sky blue eyes girl of yours and that regret is going to grow stronger after I strip you of the chance to become the NPW North American Double Crown Champion. You thought you knew what hunger was, what it felt like to be cold. I'm going to starve you; I'm going to chill you to the bone. When I'm through with you... You're going to resemble a concentration camp survivor, if you manage to survive, barely clinging to life, wishing you had died. I plan to crush you and the hope you have that you'll one day become a champion in Northern Pro Wrestling."
Slamming his hands on the table for emphasis, the Great White Terror smashes a bunch of items.
Keith Williams: "2021 Cruiserweight Cup winner and what is there to show? Nothing, just a loss to an incompetent, high flying pansy. You're a failed junior heavyweight that decided to move up to the heavyweight ranks. Who or what gave you the impression that was a smart decision? Once you realize that heroes die, everything becomes that much more terrifying. In three seconds a dream could happen, or it might usher in a never ending nightmare, depending on your perspective."
Winking at the camera, Keith's left eyebrow arches as he devilishly smiles.
Keith Williams: "Was the lesson not learned as I strung you up and left you to bleed above me? I will brutalize you in ways you can't conceive. I suspect the allure of the gold will be too much to resist, but... Should you form a team with the opposition, it won't matter. I don't have to beat you AND Dominicus to come out of this as the champion. My ascent requires at most one sacrifice, though I'll gladly take two. The Mask Collector wouldn't mind collecting both of your masks as well. Eron Hunter as the NEW NPW North American Double Crown Champion? You'd have a better chance of seeing God than that happening."
Williams looks up at the heavens.
Keith Williams: "I'm going to make your mama cry her eyes out and your daddy led a life of disappointment, because following my victory over you, Lynx, that's all they'll be able to do. Your reward for hoping is going to be a walk of shame back home to your parents that will only look at you with dismay. There isn't going to be ANY retribution! ZERO redemption! This story has always been about the rise of Keith Williams. First, the NPW North American Double Crown Championship, then... the CWA World Championship."
Approaching the table with money in hand, a young fan starts to pick out some of the merchandise.
Jeff Noon: "What? You actually want to buy something?"
Lynx Fan: "Yeah... I love Lynx."
Keith Williams: "Eron Hunter?"
Lynx Fan: "Whichever. I've been following him since he was in NCW."
Keith Williams: "Unless the three letters you're saying are CWA, NPW, or ReV, I'm not listening, kid."
Ripping merch out of their hands, Jeff tries his best to intimidate the customer.
Jeff Noon: "Move along, buddy, we don't need your dirty money!"
Lynx Fan: "I saw you giving merch away, why can't I buy some?"
Keith Williams: "A filthy Lynx fan that would pay for his merch doesn't deserve anything for free! Including Lynx merch!"
Jeff Noon: "Shoo, fly, don't bother me!"
Defeated, the only potential purchaser slowly strolls away as Williams has a final message for his opponent.
Keith Williams: "Dreams were made to be broken. Including yours, Eron."
