Post by danfierce on Oct 1, 2011 8:15:16 GMT -6
Dan Fierce walks out into the empty arena and down to the ring that has been set up for the All Around TV Title bout he is going to be in. He looks around, seeing all the empty seats. “This place is big enough to hold around 14,000 people,” he imagines. He steps up the stairs and through the ring ropes. He checks the turnbuckles for their usual rigidity. Satisfied, he begins to bounce off the ropes, small bounces at first, gradually getting to where he runs out to the center of the ring and tests their recoil from there. He begins a short regimen of stretches just limber up a bit. After a few minutes, he grabs a hand towel, dabs the sweat off of his forehead, and nods approvingly to the cameraman.
“Hey there cuties!” Dan gives the camera a sly smile. “Of course, I’m referring to my so-called competition for the WPW All Time TV Championship. But the WPW fans can have the ‘cutie’ name as well. As you saw in my first promo for this thing, I’m here specifically for that belt. It’s a good thing too, because if I came here for competition, I’d leave disappointed. You see, babies, unlike Robbie, I have had to earn everything I have in life. Children like him think he’s going to waltz in here and be handed the championship for no effort, so he doesn’t put his best foot forward. Kevin has so far not shown much better an effort, but at least he can chalk it off to inexperience.
“So… Before I came down to this ring to check things out, I watched that drivel Robbie is trying to pass off as a second promo. B-T-W, Robbie, I might have an 80’s look, but retro is in. Get with the times. Nice Armani, by the way. Did mommy and daddy buy it for you? I think yes. Mostly because you haven’t got the good sense God gave a pecker gnat. That much is certain from that craptacular promo you just tried to pass off. You and that overpaid escort,” Dan leans in towards the camera as if he’s going to tell a secret and whispers, “That’s another word for hooker.” He leans back, his grin wide on his face. “Anyhoo, you and your sister, or whatever she is, have absolutely no chance of winning this belt. You are nothing more than another Italian meatball with the communication skills of a spatula. You call me brainless, yet you drone on with the coherence of a drunkard at closing time.
“The WPW lets you cut all the promos you want, so you better get cracking, Sugar. That will be the only way you have a hope in hell of defeating me. As far as ‘pissing off the locker room’ goes… I couldn’t care less. Maybe if any of them had talent, THEY would step up to the plate and get this gold around their waist. Not that they’d have a chance. I’ve seen your worst in Flying Turd, and your best in Marquee and Firebomb. They haven’t impressed me, so nothing in between will either. That is a fact. I told them I could come over here and own this fed in two weeks, and I aim to do just that. I’ll start with this piss poor excuse for a championship and move on from there, dethroning every damned one of them along the way.
“So make all the gay jokes, you want. I’ve heard them all, Robbie. I have never once cried ‘poor pitiful little me,’ and I don’t plan on starting now. I look forward to seeing what you BOYS have got. Then you can put your clothes back on and we can wrestle.” He smiles slyly at the camera again, then the smile fades slightly. “I plan on putting on a clinic in this ring when we meet. I fully support the younger generations, but you and Kevin will learn your place and earn your stripes. You won’t beat me with half-ditched efforts, and you certainly won’t outsmart me. Well, Robbie won’t at least.
“As for you, Kevin… I think your choice of inspiration is a good one. Neptune shows a lot of potential. He’s young, cocky and arrogant, but that will get beaten out of him in time. I also saw in your bio that you like to use your feet in the ring as well. That’s fine by me. I was adopted by a man that ran a Savate dojo, so I can handle your kicks and dish a few out of my own. I look forward to our little sparring session. Make no mistake, though. That is all it will be for you. You need to dry off behind your ears a bit more before you can put a belt around your waist. I’ll say this much for you though. You at least talk like you’ve opened a book before, unlike Robbie.
“When we square off for this title, it’s going to be you and Robbie’s youthful energy against my experience. Don’t get me wrong, boys. I have the stamina to go… All. Night. Long. In the end, I will walk out with that gold over my shoulder. When I do, don’t be bitter. There will be a next time, and I’ll happily hand you another defeat then too.
“The WPW doesn’t need to worry. I may show off my accomplishment in the XWF to prove a point, but I have enough respect for this industry to defend the belt properly and in its rightful place. I won’t vacate it like that bag of wind Chris Lee, but I also won’t just GIVE it to someone. WHEN I get this belt, I will defend it. That’s not arrogance or cockiness. It’s simple fact. It’s time to put up or shut up boys. Which are you going to do?”
“Hey there cuties!” Dan gives the camera a sly smile. “Of course, I’m referring to my so-called competition for the WPW All Time TV Championship. But the WPW fans can have the ‘cutie’ name as well. As you saw in my first promo for this thing, I’m here specifically for that belt. It’s a good thing too, because if I came here for competition, I’d leave disappointed. You see, babies, unlike Robbie, I have had to earn everything I have in life. Children like him think he’s going to waltz in here and be handed the championship for no effort, so he doesn’t put his best foot forward. Kevin has so far not shown much better an effort, but at least he can chalk it off to inexperience.
“So… Before I came down to this ring to check things out, I watched that drivel Robbie is trying to pass off as a second promo. B-T-W, Robbie, I might have an 80’s look, but retro is in. Get with the times. Nice Armani, by the way. Did mommy and daddy buy it for you? I think yes. Mostly because you haven’t got the good sense God gave a pecker gnat. That much is certain from that craptacular promo you just tried to pass off. You and that overpaid escort,” Dan leans in towards the camera as if he’s going to tell a secret and whispers, “That’s another word for hooker.” He leans back, his grin wide on his face. “Anyhoo, you and your sister, or whatever she is, have absolutely no chance of winning this belt. You are nothing more than another Italian meatball with the communication skills of a spatula. You call me brainless, yet you drone on with the coherence of a drunkard at closing time.
“The WPW lets you cut all the promos you want, so you better get cracking, Sugar. That will be the only way you have a hope in hell of defeating me. As far as ‘pissing off the locker room’ goes… I couldn’t care less. Maybe if any of them had talent, THEY would step up to the plate and get this gold around their waist. Not that they’d have a chance. I’ve seen your worst in Flying Turd, and your best in Marquee and Firebomb. They haven’t impressed me, so nothing in between will either. That is a fact. I told them I could come over here and own this fed in two weeks, and I aim to do just that. I’ll start with this piss poor excuse for a championship and move on from there, dethroning every damned one of them along the way.
“So make all the gay jokes, you want. I’ve heard them all, Robbie. I have never once cried ‘poor pitiful little me,’ and I don’t plan on starting now. I look forward to seeing what you BOYS have got. Then you can put your clothes back on and we can wrestle.” He smiles slyly at the camera again, then the smile fades slightly. “I plan on putting on a clinic in this ring when we meet. I fully support the younger generations, but you and Kevin will learn your place and earn your stripes. You won’t beat me with half-ditched efforts, and you certainly won’t outsmart me. Well, Robbie won’t at least.
“As for you, Kevin… I think your choice of inspiration is a good one. Neptune shows a lot of potential. He’s young, cocky and arrogant, but that will get beaten out of him in time. I also saw in your bio that you like to use your feet in the ring as well. That’s fine by me. I was adopted by a man that ran a Savate dojo, so I can handle your kicks and dish a few out of my own. I look forward to our little sparring session. Make no mistake, though. That is all it will be for you. You need to dry off behind your ears a bit more before you can put a belt around your waist. I’ll say this much for you though. You at least talk like you’ve opened a book before, unlike Robbie.
“When we square off for this title, it’s going to be you and Robbie’s youthful energy against my experience. Don’t get me wrong, boys. I have the stamina to go… All. Night. Long. In the end, I will walk out with that gold over my shoulder. When I do, don’t be bitter. There will be a next time, and I’ll happily hand you another defeat then too.
“The WPW doesn’t need to worry. I may show off my accomplishment in the XWF to prove a point, but I have enough respect for this industry to defend the belt properly and in its rightful place. I won’t vacate it like that bag of wind Chris Lee, but I also won’t just GIVE it to someone. WHEN I get this belt, I will defend it. That’s not arrogance or cockiness. It’s simple fact. It’s time to put up or shut up boys. Which are you going to do?”