"The Whole World In His Hands" - WGWF.com Exclusive
May 16, 2017 1:56:00 GMT -5
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Post by Kyle Shane on May 16, 2017 1:56:00 GMT -5
The WGWF logo is in the bottom right corner as we come in, and the camera soars right in to a small table where a professional jeweler is installing the side plates on the WGWF Intercontinental Championship. The custom plates are an important part of holding on to the title, but since it's been vacant since belonging to Tristan Slater, with a small stopover being handed to Andy Johnson... they were still bearing Tristan Slater's name on the faceplate and his sigil on the side plates. The WGWF Intercontinental Champion is watching as the jeweler is using a tiny drill set to take the plates out, and the camera is taking the whole process in. The interviewer, off camera, is documenting Kyle and then they ask, "So, two time Intercontinental Champion... this is a big comeback for you, isn't it?"
Kyle looks up from the belt, laid on the velvet. "Hell yeah, it's a big moment for me. This makes it real, and official, I'm holding on to this." He's still letting it all sink in to his head, and he seems a little pensive, but weary pride shines through. This is less the showy, snarky God of Game we see out in the ring. But Kyle looks back up when the person holding the camera asks him the next question.
"Kyle, I've got to ask, it even made the front page of the website, what your plans are now? Wrestlewars just seemed like a one off appearance for you, a way for you to add to your undefeated streak. You've been taking part time status a lot, and you've started growing a reputation for needing a break and walking away. So what are the plans now, was Wrestlewars just about continuing the streak and getting a win? Or now that you have the belt, do you plan to do something with it?"
The jeweler removes one of the custom sideplates, and hands it to Kyle as a sort of keepsake. It's a little, enameled jewel engraving of a globe. Kyle looks at the little globe, turning it over between his knuckles and he seems to think hard about his answer.
"You know the biggest shocker of my comeback for Wrestlewars is that, in the time I've been gone, more than any other time when I was away, I stayed gone longer than a few weeks, and when I returned I came back to a federation that was wholly different from the one I knew in August. The Rotten Kind of Guys grew into Extinction, Paul Frost was elevated to some freaky cult leader, MDK returned... Tristan Slater, grabbed hold of This Championship right here," and he holds up the jewel from the side plates in evidence. "Andy Johnson has been warring with Flash Rotten. All of these stables I have to remember now like Chronically Hunted, Dusk and Ridge, the Glorious New Breed and all other sorts of crap. It's a brave new world." So saying that, he looks at the globe again, noting the irony.
"But the thing is, all that time I spent on top... from 2013 until last year that other belt, the WGWF World Heavyweight Title was my playground, and I remained static while everything changed around me, all the time. I was the one who didn't change. It took the leaving and coming back to find clarity there. I used to get so frustrated when something new came to town. I let myself get too entrenched in my role as the ace of the company that I took it as an insult when I got push back from it. I mean think about it, how long did I sit where Tristan Slater sits right now. People would step up to me literally every week and take their shot at me and I had to put up with their endless criticism and critique of me being the man who held this company on my back. Even Tristan got in on the act back then, and it's hilarious to me now that he was one of the multitudes saying that I would never have had the World Title if others before me, better than me, like James Raven and Jocelyn Camden hadn't stepped away. And now he's in that postion. And now he gets to hear the same things I did."
The jeweler removes another side plate, the whirring of the drill in the background. The jeweler picks up one of Kyle Shane's custom side plates and fits it on. Kyle watches, thoughtfully. "So where does that leave you now?" asks the person holding the camera.
"What I came to when I decided on coming back, was that I wanted no part of that. Let me be clear, I am not coming back for the WGWF World Title. In fact, way I'm feeling right now, I do not want another World Heavyweight Title shot at ANY point in the near future. Who wants that? Who wants to go back to the never ending stress headache of ripping your guts out to produce the best absolute product you can, and holding the weight of the entire federation across your shoulders only for some stupid also-ran piece of s**t that wants a shot at the throne come along and tell you things were better back in 2012? And for what, so I can break my own record, break Chris Page's record and become an Eight Time WGWF Champion, no... I want more from myself than that. I'll be the best in the world, in my own sandbox. I'll set records in my own way, set records that interest me, rather than get thrown back in the arena where I'm at the mercy of Chris Page and Paul Frost's continuing vanity. Records like, being undefeated at Wrestlewars. Records like being the only man to be a triple crown champion twice over. I do not want another World title, 'cuz why in the f**k would I need it?"
He points at the Intercontinental Title belt, with his custom plates being screwed into it. "From now on, that right there is MY World Title. I can take the Intercontinetal Championship and make it mean just as much, if not more than that hunk of tin Tristan's got and never once have to worry about the anxiety, stress and constant, never ending bulls**t that I have to go through with the World title. I can take the Intercontinental Title and put on the match of the night every night. Let my body of work speak for itself and my promos consistently hit the mark of being the best. If I do that, then people will be lining up around the block to take on the Intercontinental champion; and meanwhile Tristan can make believe he's a special little boy until Chris Page is ready for number 8 or whatever, or MDK gets what's coming to him."
He smirks, full Kyle Shane mode enabled. "I mean look at what I accomplished with this going into Wrestlewars, man. Absolutely nobody was talking about the Intercontinetal Title or the tournament for it. After all those months of Tristan holding it, and Velvet stealing it, and it being given to Andy Johnson - Given. Like a gift wrap, just for him being... a nice kid, I guess. Nobody ever gave a crap. Until I stepped in. I kicked down the doors, and I got people talking about that match. And now in the wake of Wrestlewars, suddenly, everyone wants a shot at the Intercontinental championship, a bunch of people suddenly put it on their bucket list for having it. Erik Josten talks about wanting it. Hunter. Johnathan Cable. Alyce Starchylde. Nick Ryan. Jaymz Dante. Andy Johnson. I made it that much more important. And I can continue to do that by knocking back challenges week after week. Honestly I wouldn't want it any other way. Let every one of them come. Let them lust after the Intercontinental title now that it's back in play and let them think that because I've "lowered myself" down a division that I've made myself weak. I want them all to think that they're right on my heels and leading the pack, when the truth is that I've found where I want to be, and I have a brave new world to play in."
Kyle grins, a little cocky, and holds that enameled jewel globe side plate up between his thumb and his forefinger. "Heh, I got the whole world in my hands."
The jeweler installing his plate brushes the face of the belt off, the drill dies down. She looks up at Kyle and takes off her goggles. "It's ready for you."
Then, she holds out the gold nameplate that reads "Tristan Slater", handing it to Kyle. "What do you want to do with this?"
Kyle looks at the belt with his name engraved on the front and his custom jewelry installed, it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. Then his lip curls in disgust as he looks at the previous owner's tag. He casually flips that away, letting it clink onto the floor. Kyle holds the belt up into the camera in an extreme close up. "Take a look, everyone gather close as you can. Because I have, my World, in my hands, and this is where it's gonna stay. My f***ing word."
Kyle pushes past the camera and the exclusive clip ends with a shot of his back and him slinging the title over his shoulder.
Kyle looks up from the belt, laid on the velvet. "Hell yeah, it's a big moment for me. This makes it real, and official, I'm holding on to this." He's still letting it all sink in to his head, and he seems a little pensive, but weary pride shines through. This is less the showy, snarky God of Game we see out in the ring. But Kyle looks back up when the person holding the camera asks him the next question.
"Kyle, I've got to ask, it even made the front page of the website, what your plans are now? Wrestlewars just seemed like a one off appearance for you, a way for you to add to your undefeated streak. You've been taking part time status a lot, and you've started growing a reputation for needing a break and walking away. So what are the plans now, was Wrestlewars just about continuing the streak and getting a win? Or now that you have the belt, do you plan to do something with it?"
The jeweler removes one of the custom sideplates, and hands it to Kyle as a sort of keepsake. It's a little, enameled jewel engraving of a globe. Kyle looks at the little globe, turning it over between his knuckles and he seems to think hard about his answer.
"You know the biggest shocker of my comeback for Wrestlewars is that, in the time I've been gone, more than any other time when I was away, I stayed gone longer than a few weeks, and when I returned I came back to a federation that was wholly different from the one I knew in August. The Rotten Kind of Guys grew into Extinction, Paul Frost was elevated to some freaky cult leader, MDK returned... Tristan Slater, grabbed hold of This Championship right here," and he holds up the jewel from the side plates in evidence. "Andy Johnson has been warring with Flash Rotten. All of these stables I have to remember now like Chronically Hunted, Dusk and Ridge, the Glorious New Breed and all other sorts of crap. It's a brave new world." So saying that, he looks at the globe again, noting the irony.
"But the thing is, all that time I spent on top... from 2013 until last year that other belt, the WGWF World Heavyweight Title was my playground, and I remained static while everything changed around me, all the time. I was the one who didn't change. It took the leaving and coming back to find clarity there. I used to get so frustrated when something new came to town. I let myself get too entrenched in my role as the ace of the company that I took it as an insult when I got push back from it. I mean think about it, how long did I sit where Tristan Slater sits right now. People would step up to me literally every week and take their shot at me and I had to put up with their endless criticism and critique of me being the man who held this company on my back. Even Tristan got in on the act back then, and it's hilarious to me now that he was one of the multitudes saying that I would never have had the World Title if others before me, better than me, like James Raven and Jocelyn Camden hadn't stepped away. And now he's in that postion. And now he gets to hear the same things I did."
The jeweler removes another side plate, the whirring of the drill in the background. The jeweler picks up one of Kyle Shane's custom side plates and fits it on. Kyle watches, thoughtfully. "So where does that leave you now?" asks the person holding the camera.
"What I came to when I decided on coming back, was that I wanted no part of that. Let me be clear, I am not coming back for the WGWF World Title. In fact, way I'm feeling right now, I do not want another World Heavyweight Title shot at ANY point in the near future. Who wants that? Who wants to go back to the never ending stress headache of ripping your guts out to produce the best absolute product you can, and holding the weight of the entire federation across your shoulders only for some stupid also-ran piece of s**t that wants a shot at the throne come along and tell you things were better back in 2012? And for what, so I can break my own record, break Chris Page's record and become an Eight Time WGWF Champion, no... I want more from myself than that. I'll be the best in the world, in my own sandbox. I'll set records in my own way, set records that interest me, rather than get thrown back in the arena where I'm at the mercy of Chris Page and Paul Frost's continuing vanity. Records like, being undefeated at Wrestlewars. Records like being the only man to be a triple crown champion twice over. I do not want another World title, 'cuz why in the f**k would I need it?"
He points at the Intercontinental Title belt, with his custom plates being screwed into it. "From now on, that right there is MY World Title. I can take the Intercontinetal Championship and make it mean just as much, if not more than that hunk of tin Tristan's got and never once have to worry about the anxiety, stress and constant, never ending bulls**t that I have to go through with the World title. I can take the Intercontinental Title and put on the match of the night every night. Let my body of work speak for itself and my promos consistently hit the mark of being the best. If I do that, then people will be lining up around the block to take on the Intercontinental champion; and meanwhile Tristan can make believe he's a special little boy until Chris Page is ready for number 8 or whatever, or MDK gets what's coming to him."
He smirks, full Kyle Shane mode enabled. "I mean look at what I accomplished with this going into Wrestlewars, man. Absolutely nobody was talking about the Intercontinetal Title or the tournament for it. After all those months of Tristan holding it, and Velvet stealing it, and it being given to Andy Johnson - Given. Like a gift wrap, just for him being... a nice kid, I guess. Nobody ever gave a crap. Until I stepped in. I kicked down the doors, and I got people talking about that match. And now in the wake of Wrestlewars, suddenly, everyone wants a shot at the Intercontinental championship, a bunch of people suddenly put it on their bucket list for having it. Erik Josten talks about wanting it. Hunter. Johnathan Cable. Alyce Starchylde. Nick Ryan. Jaymz Dante. Andy Johnson. I made it that much more important. And I can continue to do that by knocking back challenges week after week. Honestly I wouldn't want it any other way. Let every one of them come. Let them lust after the Intercontinental title now that it's back in play and let them think that because I've "lowered myself" down a division that I've made myself weak. I want them all to think that they're right on my heels and leading the pack, when the truth is that I've found where I want to be, and I have a brave new world to play in."
Kyle grins, a little cocky, and holds that enameled jewel globe side plate up between his thumb and his forefinger. "Heh, I got the whole world in my hands."
The jeweler installing his plate brushes the face of the belt off, the drill dies down. She looks up at Kyle and takes off her goggles. "It's ready for you."
Then, she holds out the gold nameplate that reads "Tristan Slater", handing it to Kyle. "What do you want to do with this?"
Kyle looks at the belt with his name engraved on the front and his custom jewelry installed, it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. Then his lip curls in disgust as he looks at the previous owner's tag. He casually flips that away, letting it clink onto the floor. Kyle holds the belt up into the camera in an extreme close up. "Take a look, everyone gather close as you can. Because I have, my World, in my hands, and this is where it's gonna stay. My f***ing word."
Kyle pushes past the camera and the exclusive clip ends with a shot of his back and him slinging the title over his shoulder.