Post by KEG on Jul 21, 2018 9:21:28 GMT -5
KEG's face is covered with a scowl as he stands in front of a camera in the unofficial promo recording room. This is where most come to record quick little segments to hype up their upcoming match. It doesn't appear to have been used in quite some time, but it was quite popular back in NGSE. KEG stares down at his clothes, the same items he wore the last time he was in NGW. It wasn't a proud moment for him, he had the world in his hands several years ago during his first NGSE and NGW run, he could have been a huge star, but because of his terrible life choices, he has become essentially ruined. He had money and no worries to concern himself with, but now he was starting all over again, this time several years later.
His Hall of Fame induction was lackluster and he knew it. No one cared about a broken down alcoholic anymore. None of them really cared if he lived or died. There wouldn't be a memorial where all of the wrestlers gathered underneath a giant monitor screen to remember his contributions. Instead, he would be a mere footnote in the history of wrestling, forgotten not even a week after his passing. The idea sickened him. He had put years into this business, did the job, put people over, made stars out of nobodies, and now all he's known for is the guy who can't even appear at a shitty house show. He was bitter and he acknowledged it.
A voice from behind the camera equipment can be heard - "Are you ready, KEG?"
He scratches the newly formed beard on his face and nods an affirmative. He clears his throat, sharpens his mental acuity and pushes out all of the shit he was just thinking. It was time to "go" and he needed to be focused. In an instant, he forgot it all and then looks up directly into the camera.
KEG: It's been a long six months. Six months of jail time and two months in a rehabilitation clinic. I'm quite sure that there may be a couple of KEG fans out there who have been wondering where I was, and now you know. Am I proud of my time? Hell no. It isn't easy having to not only explain it to the wrestling world, but I had to come clean with my close friends and family and tell them too. It really says something about your character when you're not even missed or worried about by your god damn family and friends. Not a single text except from that dumb ass little midget and even then it was only once.
KEG shrugs; bitterness creeping into his promo and his face as he clenches his jaw.
KEG: That's just fine by me. I don't need anyone to have my back because I'll do it all myself. I have to start from the bottom and that's great. It will give me the opportunity to beat the living hell out of an entire roster of newcomers and veterans alike. The Spotlight division is the perfect place for me, because once I take that title and get back into the spotlight I've earned, then maybe I'll get a little fucking respect.
The scowl returns to his face.
KEG: Speaking of newcomers I get to beat the shit out of, let's talk for just a minute about Betsy Granger. I've seen her before, we spent some time together over in BUDOKAN. Like her, I am also a former Burger King Whopper Deathmatch Champion. It's a strange title name in a unique place, but I got paid that day in cash, and it was enough to get me down the road to the next show.
Another shrug of his shoulders is all he does.
KEG: But Betsy was a real spitfire there, and I'll admit that she is a very talented performer. But right there is where the admiration stops. She's in a new place, with new people and new rules. She can't let her love of terrible science fiction shows get her through this match with me. I'm literally going to beat her to a pulp. I don't give a shit what the internet says. Twitter can suck my dick with the clique bullshit and retweeting all sorts of dumb garbage. The only thing I want to see on Twitter Monday morning is a video clip of me stomping my boot into Betsy's face and cracking her jaw.
KEG raises a finger and points it to the camera for just a few seconds before lowering it.
KEG: I know she's a nice person and that the fans love her, but the fans can piss off. I'm tired of playing to them, I'm sick of their bullshit chants, and I'm even more tired of seeing them rally behind mediocre talent like they're something big. It's easy to become a big star when you're booked that way. So Betsy, I really hope you bring everything you've got, because I swear to you, I won't stop until you're out cold. You won't be able to do much of anything when your face is busted. You'll be eating your meals through a straw and the idea of that really makes me laugh. I can't wait. You and the rest of the world will see a new KEG at Dissension and it's just the start of my plan. It starts with you Betsy and then the next piece of shit they throw at me and then the next after that. I'll become the Spotlight Champion, then Five Lakes, the Tag Team Champion, and finally, the top of NGW and become the World Heavyweight Champion.
For the first time during the entire scene, KEG smiles and walks off camera as the scene fades out.
His Hall of Fame induction was lackluster and he knew it. No one cared about a broken down alcoholic anymore. None of them really cared if he lived or died. There wouldn't be a memorial where all of the wrestlers gathered underneath a giant monitor screen to remember his contributions. Instead, he would be a mere footnote in the history of wrestling, forgotten not even a week after his passing. The idea sickened him. He had put years into this business, did the job, put people over, made stars out of nobodies, and now all he's known for is the guy who can't even appear at a shitty house show. He was bitter and he acknowledged it.
A voice from behind the camera equipment can be heard - "Are you ready, KEG?"
He scratches the newly formed beard on his face and nods an affirmative. He clears his throat, sharpens his mental acuity and pushes out all of the shit he was just thinking. It was time to "go" and he needed to be focused. In an instant, he forgot it all and then looks up directly into the camera.
KEG: It's been a long six months. Six months of jail time and two months in a rehabilitation clinic. I'm quite sure that there may be a couple of KEG fans out there who have been wondering where I was, and now you know. Am I proud of my time? Hell no. It isn't easy having to not only explain it to the wrestling world, but I had to come clean with my close friends and family and tell them too. It really says something about your character when you're not even missed or worried about by your god damn family and friends. Not a single text except from that dumb ass little midget and even then it was only once.
KEG shrugs; bitterness creeping into his promo and his face as he clenches his jaw.
KEG: That's just fine by me. I don't need anyone to have my back because I'll do it all myself. I have to start from the bottom and that's great. It will give me the opportunity to beat the living hell out of an entire roster of newcomers and veterans alike. The Spotlight division is the perfect place for me, because once I take that title and get back into the spotlight I've earned, then maybe I'll get a little fucking respect.
The scowl returns to his face.
KEG: Speaking of newcomers I get to beat the shit out of, let's talk for just a minute about Betsy Granger. I've seen her before, we spent some time together over in BUDOKAN. Like her, I am also a former Burger King Whopper Deathmatch Champion. It's a strange title name in a unique place, but I got paid that day in cash, and it was enough to get me down the road to the next show.
Another shrug of his shoulders is all he does.
KEG: But Betsy was a real spitfire there, and I'll admit that she is a very talented performer. But right there is where the admiration stops. She's in a new place, with new people and new rules. She can't let her love of terrible science fiction shows get her through this match with me. I'm literally going to beat her to a pulp. I don't give a shit what the internet says. Twitter can suck my dick with the clique bullshit and retweeting all sorts of dumb garbage. The only thing I want to see on Twitter Monday morning is a video clip of me stomping my boot into Betsy's face and cracking her jaw.
KEG raises a finger and points it to the camera for just a few seconds before lowering it.
KEG: I know she's a nice person and that the fans love her, but the fans can piss off. I'm tired of playing to them, I'm sick of their bullshit chants, and I'm even more tired of seeing them rally behind mediocre talent like they're something big. It's easy to become a big star when you're booked that way. So Betsy, I really hope you bring everything you've got, because I swear to you, I won't stop until you're out cold. You won't be able to do much of anything when your face is busted. You'll be eating your meals through a straw and the idea of that really makes me laugh. I can't wait. You and the rest of the world will see a new KEG at Dissension and it's just the start of my plan. It starts with you Betsy and then the next piece of shit they throw at me and then the next after that. I'll become the Spotlight Champion, then Five Lakes, the Tag Team Champion, and finally, the top of NGW and become the World Heavyweight Champion.
For the first time during the entire scene, KEG smiles and walks off camera as the scene fades out.