Post by danfierce on Oct 2, 2011 20:59:53 GMT -6
Dan Fierce is sitting in front of a mirror, putting on his face paint. It looks to be some sort of Mardi Gras style mask design, complete with fucias, purples, and of course glitter. The lights around the sides of the mirrors play subtle little tricks with the camera’s ability to focus. Specks of the glitter cause spots of light to dance around like the reflections off of a disco ball on a much smaller scale. Madonna’s “Like it or not” plays in the background, just audible enough to be barely recognizable. He finishes up putting the eyeliner around his left eye, looks at it critically as if deciding if he was finished, smiles widely and give the reflection in the mirror a slight but noticeable nod of approval. He spins around in his chair and faces the camera.
“Well? What do you think? Do I look ready to give the WPW its first taste of fabulousness? I think yes. You know, I don’t think I made it quite clear when I came here. I don’t have a problem with WPW fans. For the most part, I don’t even have a problem with the seven people on the roster. What I DO have a problem with is the two loudmouths rattling their teeth in the XWF about how great they are when they have done nothing to show me, or anyone with an ounce of common sense, that they deserve the accolades they believe they do. I’m not convinced at all. So they challenge me and anyone else to have the guts to say what I tell them on THEIR stomping ground. I come over here, and enter a contest that they open up to all comers…” Dan looks down, shakes his head and smiles. “I’m talking about challengers. Really? Where are your minds?
“That’s where the two young men that I’m facing come in. Don’t get me wrong, I would have absolutely NO problem playing ‘pin your donkey on my tail’ with either of the cuties. But really? Could WPW at least have the decency to hire someone that’s old enough to vote? It’s bad enough I have to babysit on XWF’s Wednesday Night Elevation. Now I have to come over here, prove I am as good as I say I am to the peckerheads that made the challenge, and do it by slapping around a pair of boys barely off their mommies’ titties? Come now. Come later. I don’t care. Just clean it up. Anyhoo… Are the boys going to step up to do what the men are too scared to do? I’m thinking that’s a yes.
“Now, on to the opponents at hand. On one hand, we have the adorable Italian kid, who obviously found Firebomb’s dumb pills and almost overdosed on them. Everything he says screams of being a chair shot to the head too close to not being able to use simple tools. It’s okay, Robbie. You’re cute. You don’t have to be smart too. Hopefully, you’ll get through all of this with full knowledge of how to use your thumbs. Of course, I’m not one to count my chickens before they hatch, so I sincerely doubt you’ll get anywhere on your brainpower. Maybe that bimbo you let slut around you will do something worthwhile to help you out, like distract me with a wonderful shoe sale ad. A girl never has too many shoes, you know. You probably learned quickly enough to not put up another promo, since you found out that you and words don’t get along. Kudos to finding your weakness, but avoiding it won’t make you stronger, nor will it earn you a championship. Get off your duff and do what you must. Give it your all, and walk out with your head held high, even if you won’t have the gold over your shoulder. Don’t end up like so many others here at WPW including the former champion that held that belt we’re after, Chris Lee. Give me what you got, Baby. I can take it.
“As for you, Kevin… You think I’m feeding into stereotypes? Are you fucking kidding me? Have you seen me? I’m a poster child! I can’t hide it, and I don’t want to. I’ve spent my entire life not giving a crap what other people think about me being me, and I’m not going to start with your cute ass. I’m not feeding stereotypes, I AM the stereotype! I’m not going to butch it up for you or anyone else, just to make you more comfortable with who YOU are. The one place I do butch it up in is the ring, and THAT is the one place you will find I’m NOT the typical gay man. I am every bit as fierce in that ring as I say I am, and the two of you will feel it. Now that we’ve settled that little issue, let’s talk about your condescending attitude towards the WPW. Do you really think talking to them like they’re little puppies will endear you to them?” Dan stoops down and talks mockingly while slapping his thighs. “Who’s the good WPW? Yes. You are. That’s it WPW. Cheer for me. I’m your hero.” Dan stands back upright and smiles, a hand on one hip. “Puh-lease. The next time you want to put up a promo, try doing something constructive and useful. Playing a concerto doesn’t make you unique. Gifted, yes. Unique, no. There’s absolutely nothing mysterious about you. You AND your promos are as bland and uninteresting as vanilla ice cream. You talk down, whether you realize it or not, to the WPW audience nad hope that it will be what you need to get ahead in this game. Fan support is a wonderful thing, but they aren’t going to come to your side if you treat them like small children. For fans to respect you, you need to earn it.
“That is the very reason I will come out of this match with the belt. I treat the fans with respect, and I know how to play this game. It doesn’t matter if I’m appearing in the XWF or the WPW. I give it my all on everything I do and I always come out of it looking absolutely fabulous. Robbie, Kevin… I can’t wait to get all sweaty and rub tights with the two of you. That’s where the fun comes in, well, for me at least. Most importantly, I will walk out of the WPW ring with the All-Around Television Title around my waist, and there’s nothing you two, Firebomb, or Marquee can do to stop me. Now, that? THAT’S FIERCE!"
“Well? What do you think? Do I look ready to give the WPW its first taste of fabulousness? I think yes. You know, I don’t think I made it quite clear when I came here. I don’t have a problem with WPW fans. For the most part, I don’t even have a problem with the seven people on the roster. What I DO have a problem with is the two loudmouths rattling their teeth in the XWF about how great they are when they have done nothing to show me, or anyone with an ounce of common sense, that they deserve the accolades they believe they do. I’m not convinced at all. So they challenge me and anyone else to have the guts to say what I tell them on THEIR stomping ground. I come over here, and enter a contest that they open up to all comers…” Dan looks down, shakes his head and smiles. “I’m talking about challengers. Really? Where are your minds?
“That’s where the two young men that I’m facing come in. Don’t get me wrong, I would have absolutely NO problem playing ‘pin your donkey on my tail’ with either of the cuties. But really? Could WPW at least have the decency to hire someone that’s old enough to vote? It’s bad enough I have to babysit on XWF’s Wednesday Night Elevation. Now I have to come over here, prove I am as good as I say I am to the peckerheads that made the challenge, and do it by slapping around a pair of boys barely off their mommies’ titties? Come now. Come later. I don’t care. Just clean it up. Anyhoo… Are the boys going to step up to do what the men are too scared to do? I’m thinking that’s a yes.
“Now, on to the opponents at hand. On one hand, we have the adorable Italian kid, who obviously found Firebomb’s dumb pills and almost overdosed on them. Everything he says screams of being a chair shot to the head too close to not being able to use simple tools. It’s okay, Robbie. You’re cute. You don’t have to be smart too. Hopefully, you’ll get through all of this with full knowledge of how to use your thumbs. Of course, I’m not one to count my chickens before they hatch, so I sincerely doubt you’ll get anywhere on your brainpower. Maybe that bimbo you let slut around you will do something worthwhile to help you out, like distract me with a wonderful shoe sale ad. A girl never has too many shoes, you know. You probably learned quickly enough to not put up another promo, since you found out that you and words don’t get along. Kudos to finding your weakness, but avoiding it won’t make you stronger, nor will it earn you a championship. Get off your duff and do what you must. Give it your all, and walk out with your head held high, even if you won’t have the gold over your shoulder. Don’t end up like so many others here at WPW including the former champion that held that belt we’re after, Chris Lee. Give me what you got, Baby. I can take it.
“As for you, Kevin… You think I’m feeding into stereotypes? Are you fucking kidding me? Have you seen me? I’m a poster child! I can’t hide it, and I don’t want to. I’ve spent my entire life not giving a crap what other people think about me being me, and I’m not going to start with your cute ass. I’m not feeding stereotypes, I AM the stereotype! I’m not going to butch it up for you or anyone else, just to make you more comfortable with who YOU are. The one place I do butch it up in is the ring, and THAT is the one place you will find I’m NOT the typical gay man. I am every bit as fierce in that ring as I say I am, and the two of you will feel it. Now that we’ve settled that little issue, let’s talk about your condescending attitude towards the WPW. Do you really think talking to them like they’re little puppies will endear you to them?” Dan stoops down and talks mockingly while slapping his thighs. “Who’s the good WPW? Yes. You are. That’s it WPW. Cheer for me. I’m your hero.” Dan stands back upright and smiles, a hand on one hip. “Puh-lease. The next time you want to put up a promo, try doing something constructive and useful. Playing a concerto doesn’t make you unique. Gifted, yes. Unique, no. There’s absolutely nothing mysterious about you. You AND your promos are as bland and uninteresting as vanilla ice cream. You talk down, whether you realize it or not, to the WPW audience nad hope that it will be what you need to get ahead in this game. Fan support is a wonderful thing, but they aren’t going to come to your side if you treat them like small children. For fans to respect you, you need to earn it.
“That is the very reason I will come out of this match with the belt. I treat the fans with respect, and I know how to play this game. It doesn’t matter if I’m appearing in the XWF or the WPW. I give it my all on everything I do and I always come out of it looking absolutely fabulous. Robbie, Kevin… I can’t wait to get all sweaty and rub tights with the two of you. That’s where the fun comes in, well, for me at least. Most importantly, I will walk out of the WPW ring with the All-Around Television Title around my waist, and there’s nothing you two, Firebomb, or Marquee can do to stop me. Now, that? THAT’S FIERCE!"