Post by Zack Fantana on Oct 7, 2016 5:56:39 GMT
"Let's talk about trust.
Not your undying trust in me, EOW faithful, but your trust in Tyler Keenan. The self-purported Modern Day Wordsmith. Do those words mean anything to him or is he just telling you all what he thinks you want to hear?
The facts are all there for anyone who wants to see them. Mr. Keenan has already exposed himself to be someone who cannot be trusted. He's publicly attested to the fact that he will do anything in his power to manipulate the people in his life into giving him what he wants. Models are nothing more than corporate shills so that really doesn't surprise me much. I'd venture to say that very little that escapes Tyler's mouth is the God's honest truth.
That begs the question, is anyone buying what Tyler Keenan is selling? No, I don't mean the deep v-necks or the birkenstocks that he models on the weekends. I mean his words. His promises.
Is Tyler Keenan truly a First-Class Manipulator?
Is Tyler Keenan the premier submission artist in this company?
Is Tyler Keenan even real or is he an actor hired by Ernie Parker as a clever way to tap into the tumblr demographic?
Well, let's find out, shall we? The EOW faithful may consider me their very own investigative journalist in the case of Tyler Keenan. I'll answer these questions and more on Livewire this Sunday at 9/8 Central. For now, allow me to bring on our resident Zack Fantana expert. Welcome Zack."
The camera splits into two screens now with Zack on either side by way of television magic.
"Will Tyler Keenan get into Zack Fantana's head?"
"No."
The two Zacks take a beat.
"Back to you in the studio."
"Thank you for lending us your expertise, Zack."
With that, the Zack on the right disappears from the screen.
"I could easily leave the story there until Sunday. After all, everything I need to know I can find out in that ring. But the investigative journalist in me insists there's more to the story. I've been mulling over Keenan's words this entire week and one thing stuck out to me. Keenan likened his determination to that of a shark and insisted that if I went nose-to-nose with this supposed 'king of the ocean' at the aquarium, I'd know what he was speaking about.
I thought, 'why not? As the future champion of the Atlantic, this falls under my purview.' So today, at Tyler's behest, I find myself at the Long Island Aquarium. I took a look at this shark Tyler likened himself to and I saw what I was up against.
A domesticated predator. A tamed beast."
The camera pans around to reveal the shark tank. A small boy around five years of age stares at the tank in wonderment as Zack edges closer to the glass himself. The sharks are swimming at the other end of the aquarium which leads the kid to tap on the glass. Soon enough, the kid's slightly older brother walks up to the boy and points to the sign reading "Please do not tap on the glass. It disturbs the animals." Zack sees this as a teachable moment.
"You're worried about that? Relax. They had the same sign at the seahorse exhibit. This killer has been neutered."
Zack taps on the glass himself now. The older boy gives Zack a look of disapproval and grabs his younger brother by the hand before scampering off.
"The more I look at this thing, the more apt Tyler's comparison becomes. I'll skip the model/zoo animal comparison that I'm sure has become painfully obvious to everyone. Let's talk about how this shark got to be in this aquarium, shall we? It's in that tank because it took the bait that the fishermen put out for it.
I'm already beginning to see why you'd be likened to a shark, Tyler. While a shark is drawn toward blood, you seek that submission. That one track mind is going to bite you in the ass just like this shark. Let's say you see me dazed and shoot for a takedown, but I flip in mid-air and clip you with my patented Lucid Dreams Pele kick. You didn't even know that was bait. Before you know it, you're hooked in and the referee is counting 1-2-3."
Zack admires the shark as it swims right in front of him.
"But you only have yourself to blame. You put yourself in that box."
Not your undying trust in me, EOW faithful, but your trust in Tyler Keenan. The self-purported Modern Day Wordsmith. Do those words mean anything to him or is he just telling you all what he thinks you want to hear?
The facts are all there for anyone who wants to see them. Mr. Keenan has already exposed himself to be someone who cannot be trusted. He's publicly attested to the fact that he will do anything in his power to manipulate the people in his life into giving him what he wants. Models are nothing more than corporate shills so that really doesn't surprise me much. I'd venture to say that very little that escapes Tyler's mouth is the God's honest truth.
That begs the question, is anyone buying what Tyler Keenan is selling? No, I don't mean the deep v-necks or the birkenstocks that he models on the weekends. I mean his words. His promises.
Is Tyler Keenan truly a First-Class Manipulator?
Is Tyler Keenan the premier submission artist in this company?
Is Tyler Keenan even real or is he an actor hired by Ernie Parker as a clever way to tap into the tumblr demographic?
Well, let's find out, shall we? The EOW faithful may consider me their very own investigative journalist in the case of Tyler Keenan. I'll answer these questions and more on Livewire this Sunday at 9/8 Central. For now, allow me to bring on our resident Zack Fantana expert. Welcome Zack."
The camera splits into two screens now with Zack on either side by way of television magic.
"Will Tyler Keenan get into Zack Fantana's head?"
"No."
The two Zacks take a beat.
"Back to you in the studio."
"Thank you for lending us your expertise, Zack."
With that, the Zack on the right disappears from the screen.
"I could easily leave the story there until Sunday. After all, everything I need to know I can find out in that ring. But the investigative journalist in me insists there's more to the story. I've been mulling over Keenan's words this entire week and one thing stuck out to me. Keenan likened his determination to that of a shark and insisted that if I went nose-to-nose with this supposed 'king of the ocean' at the aquarium, I'd know what he was speaking about.
I thought, 'why not? As the future champion of the Atlantic, this falls under my purview.' So today, at Tyler's behest, I find myself at the Long Island Aquarium. I took a look at this shark Tyler likened himself to and I saw what I was up against.
A domesticated predator. A tamed beast."
The camera pans around to reveal the shark tank. A small boy around five years of age stares at the tank in wonderment as Zack edges closer to the glass himself. The sharks are swimming at the other end of the aquarium which leads the kid to tap on the glass. Soon enough, the kid's slightly older brother walks up to the boy and points to the sign reading "Please do not tap on the glass. It disturbs the animals." Zack sees this as a teachable moment.
"You're worried about that? Relax. They had the same sign at the seahorse exhibit. This killer has been neutered."
Zack taps on the glass himself now. The older boy gives Zack a look of disapproval and grabs his younger brother by the hand before scampering off.
"The more I look at this thing, the more apt Tyler's comparison becomes. I'll skip the model/zoo animal comparison that I'm sure has become painfully obvious to everyone. Let's talk about how this shark got to be in this aquarium, shall we? It's in that tank because it took the bait that the fishermen put out for it.
I'm already beginning to see why you'd be likened to a shark, Tyler. While a shark is drawn toward blood, you seek that submission. That one track mind is going to bite you in the ass just like this shark. Let's say you see me dazed and shoot for a takedown, but I flip in mid-air and clip you with my patented Lucid Dreams Pele kick. You didn't even know that was bait. Before you know it, you're hooked in and the referee is counting 1-2-3."
Zack admires the shark as it swims right in front of him.
"But you only have yourself to blame. You put yourself in that box."
