Post by Kyle Shane on Mar 28, 2012 19:30:57 GMT -5
OOC: Just for fun, I decided to go back and respond to Dan Fierce's Tough Love trash talk. It's not for anything except just for the sake of talking shit.
Imagine Kyle Shane, sitting in his favorite recliner, giant three-foot whalebone bong sitting majestically at the foot of his expensive leather throne like a green-packed Excalibur. Kyle sits back comfortably, checkered shirt untucked, hair unkempt, face lined with weary pride, and eyes closed. A small, wry smile flits over his face as he tilts his head back contendedly, heaving the slightest sigh, so quiet it may just be a breath. Draped over his knee, of course, is his newly won Light-Heavyweight Championship. Glistening in gold, it's faceplated engraved with his name, the first name in a history that, if he has his way, is going to eclipse all the others.
If he has his way.
It was a long month, wasn't it. But there was never a doubt in his mind, no matter who he was put against. They fell like tenpins. Icarus. Blam. Stevens. Blam. Pussycat. Taken down. Fierce. One by one, he shot them all down. Even though he couldn't say it was the hardest road he got a perverse sense of satisfaction by taking it. Because while the how was a little murky, he still stood atop an entire division. One discounted by, one Dan Fierce as the lowest.
Fuck that. Not on his watch. Under his determination he was going to make it something to be proud of. All eyes were well and truly on him and and he was not going to falter now.
So yes, he was relaxed for now in his fortress of Solitude, planning the campaigns ahead. Battered but defiant. Weary but just getting started. A king on his throne.
And there was business to take care of from the jester of his court.
His eyes open into slits and his face stretches into a grin that's not the least bit mirthful, words dripping venom.
Kyle: Hello, Dan... looking for something?[/b]
He taps the Light-Heavyweight Title.
Kyle: This belt you, even now, are so intent on naming the lowest tier championship? That's right Dan, you spent time reiterating your position that the Light-Heavyweight title, THE VERY FUCKING TITLE YOU WERE FACING ME FOR!!!, was the lowest of the low, it was an entry level title and the low belt on the totem pole. Congratulations then numbnuts you weren't even good enough to win that! See that's the problem with you talking so much shit about a belt and acting like it's so low because of who's in charge. If you screw up and don't win it, then you're a failure that can't even capture the easiest, weakest title to win but if you WIN, then so what, you might as well be holding cardboard? Who gives a fuck? That's where your attempting to disgrace the Light-Heavyweight Title falls apart Dan, it makes you look like the idiot you are. You think this belt is such shit, well it should have been a piece of cake for you to win it.
Oh, I know, you're going to throw excuses around now about how Seth Stevens interfered. You're going to try and make ME look like I wasn't worth winning this title you continually try to make look as bad as your win-loss record, you're probably going to say I disgrace it and I'm a paper champion because I had to have help. Well let me cram that lie back down in your mouth because that seems to be the only way to get you to shut up, is to have you deepthroat. Seth Stevens just hastened the inevitable. I was going to beat you either way Dan, not because of any interference but, because what you laughably labeled "trash talk" gave me so much insight into how far I got into that pea brain that it's hilarious. You really think you dug up some good shit on me by bringing up the Hart Title.
Like the Light-Heavyweight Title you think saying the X-W-F Hart Title was the lowest of the low, actually by definition it wasn't, that would be the X-Treme Title, but anyway. You act like me holding it for the month I did was such a disservice to it and I brought shame and dishonor to it before- what's that? You said I LOST it to Nathan Saniti? Uh, back the fuck up Dan Fierce, I NEVER lost the X-W-F Hart Championship. I certainly didn't lose it to Nathan Saniti so if he's going around claiming he did win it, especially from me, he's padding the fuck out of his resume. Nathan Saniti, did NOT win the Hart Championship from Kyle Shane, in fact what happened was a little more sad, he was put in a title match against me, WITH HELP MIND YOU. He had Devlin Cross on his side, in fact it amounted to pretty much a handicap match in Nathan Saniti's favor and guess what? He still fucking lost to me. You say that I wasn't an honorable, fighting champion who brought a bit of prestige to that belt? I'd say think again since I beat not only Saniti but Scott Charlotte. In one month I did for that title what your Nathan Saniti, could not do. I won the title, I defended it against all of it's top contenders, and I moved on.
That's right, Dan, I vacated the Hart Championship. Nathan Saniti's either so far from touch with reality he's making up shit he wishes had happened or lying if he told you different. Vacated, got that? And, for all intents and purposes, that's what I did to the World Championship, too.
You want to kick dirt on me for Barney Green winning the World Championship? Fucking super. At least I WON a World Championship Dan, where did you peak out in the X-W-F, the Tag Titles? A week-long reign on the US Title? You seem to think you've done such great things but really, you're a fucking joke. In every company you inhabit, you become the joke. In the WGWF, you're a joke of your own making for failing to even win a championship in a division headlined by Nick Ryan, aw poor you. And if I lost my World Championship to Barney Green, what the fuck of it? I lost A BATTLE ROYALE, Dan. I didn't get pinned, Barney Green didn't show his superiority in the wrestling ring, some faggot snuck up behind me and threw me off a boat. That's the end of story. And you know what? I didn't leave the X-W-F in shame after that. In point of fact, I left with my head held high because look what I accomplished in a bare eight months of being there, more than you did for years. More than most people did in five times the amount of time it took me.
Disgrace the championships? I heard that a lot, from people like you that just weren't good enough to win them like I was. Fact was when I held the X-Treme and Hart Championships it was common knowledge that there was no fair taking them off me because I was, quite simply, too good for anybody in either of those divisions. I would have kept holding on to those belts for months to come like I intend to hold on to this Light-Heavyweight Title but the management TOLD ME that there were no more challengers and if I wanted competition I'd have to move up a division. THAT'S why, Dan, that's why I vacated the Hart Title, because pieces of shit on the level of YOUR BUDDY Nathan Saniti, i.e a carbon copy of your inconsistent ass, weren't strong enough competition for me. And you want to tell me about the way I supposedly operate when I win a title, you want to sneer down your nose and tell me that me winning a championship doesn't bring it any prestige?
So if you had won the Light-Heavyweight Title, just devil's advocate, what would you have done with it? Continued to bitch and snark about it's supposed lack of worth every week and act like you're too good for it?
Come the fuck on. Not only are you not good enough for shit, but if you had held it, THEN it would be a joke title. Not before, but only then. Besides, if you continued to do that, not only would nobody care about the Light-Heavyweight Title after a week or so, even less people would care about you than they already do. You're already in the negatives as it is in the support, unless you wanna continue with your fruity quest for a BFF. Oooh, I know, maybe you should start a fucking reality show like Paris Hilton to find a BFF! Or else realize that nobody gives a fuck and you should die in a grease fire? Eh, I prefer option two. But be that as it may, Dan.
You act like I "don't have friends", which is so hilariously off-base that it's touching. Let me guess you're going with the whole gamer nerd cliche that every guy who spends hours in front of an X-Box is a pimply faced dweeb who would jizz his pants at the sight of a real tit. Except if you'd paid attention to Kyle Shane for longer than two seconds you'd know that not only did I fuck half the X-W-F locker room when it had prime bush in it (looking your way Alexis Luthor) not only do I HAVE girls I hang around with and get sex on the regular, I did go to college and have my pick of any sorority chick I wanted. Seriously, if you thought Barney Stinson's list was impressive... but why am I telling you this? I don't care to impress you, or compare my list to your dry spell. Hell, I can already feel you getting list envy and I haven't even dropped trou yet, which would make that list unfurl like one of the old cartoons about Santa Claus. Point being there, if you seriously think I'm worried about making friends, or making friends of the "special hug" persuasion, you are seriously off, man.
My point wasn't even THAT you're out there looking for a girlfriend, BFF, or man to perform said special hug with, it's that it's LITERALLY ALL YOU FUCKING ARE. You're a lame, ass-hole attachment hanger on, you ride EVERY-FUCKING-BODY's COATTAILS. So does Nathan Saniti. So does Lunatic. All three of you likeminded dumbasses can't stay out of a stable, alliance or "friendship" with Rage, Bill Blakk, Vegas or someone just like him to save. Your. Life. And what does it get you? Does it win you titles, does it rocket you to the top of the rankings? No, man. They get over, and you just take the fall. You're a joke and you still have no one to perform a special hug with.
But then again, this entire debate between us has been less over prestige, personalities and who's the best. It's just nitpicking, like over my use of the word faggot. YOU say it showcases my homophobia, Dan. However the word “faggot” to me has never been an insult to gay people and I truly don’t understand the milit. When I was growing up all the kids in the neighborhood threw words around like that and, for the most part, we all knew it was just words. Sticks and stones. Playing hockey and getting knocked over and getting up and calling the kid who did it a faggot is just the way I was indoctrinated into using it. It’s just one of those things you learn as a kid. Unless you’re a really fucked up person you don’t hate somebody who’s mentally disabled for being a “retard”, you just call a friend retard if they’re acting retarded. Same thing for the word faggot.
As I said, Neptune and I had many interactions back in the X-W-F that had people cocking their heads at me, and I just shrugged and smirked. I'm comfortable in my sexuality, and it doesn't matter what people think, if I'm a limp-wristed fairy or not. But my use of that word isn't meant as any knock against your sainted orientation. It's just because, well, Seth Stevens, and then you, were acting like a fucking faggot-ass retard.
How positively un-PC of me. So sorry.
As for the rest, Dan, what did you even say about me? That I don't have charisma? That I don't have uniqueness? That I don't have talent? Based, I ask you, on who's criteria, YOURS? Are we to take YOUR words on what's good about my promos or not, are we supposed to look at you as a barometer for what worth I have? Let's be honest, Dan, you're a funny guy and all but your promos hardly set the world on fire, and if they do sparkle it's certainly not with originality. Like I predicted, everything, EVERYTHING you fucking said about me was something I'd heard before, right on down to the joke about me gathering up enough courage to maybe touch a girl's knee (baha, kneeslapper that one is!!) or using a fleshlight.
You talk about pride, Dan... what pride could you possibly have anymore, as big a joke as you've become?
You even try to shrug it off, "So I'm not the most consistent, but that's life!"
Right.
Except for the fact that I, Kyle Shane, taking into account both the X-W-F and now, my current undefeated streak in the WGWF, have NOT BEEN PINNED ONCE in a match in four months of competition. Think about that Dan. Four months of straight up domination. Four months of beating nearly everyone set in front of me. Four. MONTHS. You want to say that your lack of success is, "just life"... no, Dan. It's you being mediocre. It's you making a fucking excuse, one after the other, for why you aren't shit.
Well no more, Dan.
I don't want to hear you run your mouth, anymore. Because this title, you tried to downplay as one that doesn't matter, now belongs to someone who is going to make it mean something amazing, something epic. And as long as I hold on to it, and until I'm told otherwise I AM going to hold on to it, Dan... since I don't see anybody else in this division that can beat me...
You can try to laugh it off, or act like it doesn't matter to you but I know it's eating at you, that this title you thought was shit is now around the waist of the man who's pedestal you were supposed to knock over.
You tried, and once again, you failed.
And now the Light-Heavyweight title, without you to drag it down, is soaring to new heights.
And you?
Samo samo. Mediocrity. Excuses. Chasing after Vegas or some likeminded asshole. Doing nothing. Being irrelevant.
While me...
I'm making a name for myself, and this new division I can mold in my image.
Hate me now, Dan. You know you want to.
Game On, bitch.[/b]
Holding up his middle finger, he reaches over and switches off the camera.
Imagine Kyle Shane, sitting in his favorite recliner, giant three-foot whalebone bong sitting majestically at the foot of his expensive leather throne like a green-packed Excalibur. Kyle sits back comfortably, checkered shirt untucked, hair unkempt, face lined with weary pride, and eyes closed. A small, wry smile flits over his face as he tilts his head back contendedly, heaving the slightest sigh, so quiet it may just be a breath. Draped over his knee, of course, is his newly won Light-Heavyweight Championship. Glistening in gold, it's faceplated engraved with his name, the first name in a history that, if he has his way, is going to eclipse all the others.
If he has his way.
It was a long month, wasn't it. But there was never a doubt in his mind, no matter who he was put against. They fell like tenpins. Icarus. Blam. Stevens. Blam. Pussycat. Taken down. Fierce. One by one, he shot them all down. Even though he couldn't say it was the hardest road he got a perverse sense of satisfaction by taking it. Because while the how was a little murky, he still stood atop an entire division. One discounted by, one Dan Fierce as the lowest.
Fuck that. Not on his watch. Under his determination he was going to make it something to be proud of. All eyes were well and truly on him and and he was not going to falter now.
So yes, he was relaxed for now in his fortress of Solitude, planning the campaigns ahead. Battered but defiant. Weary but just getting started. A king on his throne.
And there was business to take care of from the jester of his court.
His eyes open into slits and his face stretches into a grin that's not the least bit mirthful, words dripping venom.
Kyle: Hello, Dan... looking for something?[/b]
He taps the Light-Heavyweight Title.
Kyle: This belt you, even now, are so intent on naming the lowest tier championship? That's right Dan, you spent time reiterating your position that the Light-Heavyweight title, THE VERY FUCKING TITLE YOU WERE FACING ME FOR!!!, was the lowest of the low, it was an entry level title and the low belt on the totem pole. Congratulations then numbnuts you weren't even good enough to win that! See that's the problem with you talking so much shit about a belt and acting like it's so low because of who's in charge. If you screw up and don't win it, then you're a failure that can't even capture the easiest, weakest title to win but if you WIN, then so what, you might as well be holding cardboard? Who gives a fuck? That's where your attempting to disgrace the Light-Heavyweight Title falls apart Dan, it makes you look like the idiot you are. You think this belt is such shit, well it should have been a piece of cake for you to win it.
Oh, I know, you're going to throw excuses around now about how Seth Stevens interfered. You're going to try and make ME look like I wasn't worth winning this title you continually try to make look as bad as your win-loss record, you're probably going to say I disgrace it and I'm a paper champion because I had to have help. Well let me cram that lie back down in your mouth because that seems to be the only way to get you to shut up, is to have you deepthroat. Seth Stevens just hastened the inevitable. I was going to beat you either way Dan, not because of any interference but, because what you laughably labeled "trash talk" gave me so much insight into how far I got into that pea brain that it's hilarious. You really think you dug up some good shit on me by bringing up the Hart Title.
Like the Light-Heavyweight Title you think saying the X-W-F Hart Title was the lowest of the low, actually by definition it wasn't, that would be the X-Treme Title, but anyway. You act like me holding it for the month I did was such a disservice to it and I brought shame and dishonor to it before- what's that? You said I LOST it to Nathan Saniti? Uh, back the fuck up Dan Fierce, I NEVER lost the X-W-F Hart Championship. I certainly didn't lose it to Nathan Saniti so if he's going around claiming he did win it, especially from me, he's padding the fuck out of his resume. Nathan Saniti, did NOT win the Hart Championship from Kyle Shane, in fact what happened was a little more sad, he was put in a title match against me, WITH HELP MIND YOU. He had Devlin Cross on his side, in fact it amounted to pretty much a handicap match in Nathan Saniti's favor and guess what? He still fucking lost to me. You say that I wasn't an honorable, fighting champion who brought a bit of prestige to that belt? I'd say think again since I beat not only Saniti but Scott Charlotte. In one month I did for that title what your Nathan Saniti, could not do. I won the title, I defended it against all of it's top contenders, and I moved on.
That's right, Dan, I vacated the Hart Championship. Nathan Saniti's either so far from touch with reality he's making up shit he wishes had happened or lying if he told you different. Vacated, got that? And, for all intents and purposes, that's what I did to the World Championship, too.
You want to kick dirt on me for Barney Green winning the World Championship? Fucking super. At least I WON a World Championship Dan, where did you peak out in the X-W-F, the Tag Titles? A week-long reign on the US Title? You seem to think you've done such great things but really, you're a fucking joke. In every company you inhabit, you become the joke. In the WGWF, you're a joke of your own making for failing to even win a championship in a division headlined by Nick Ryan, aw poor you. And if I lost my World Championship to Barney Green, what the fuck of it? I lost A BATTLE ROYALE, Dan. I didn't get pinned, Barney Green didn't show his superiority in the wrestling ring, some faggot snuck up behind me and threw me off a boat. That's the end of story. And you know what? I didn't leave the X-W-F in shame after that. In point of fact, I left with my head held high because look what I accomplished in a bare eight months of being there, more than you did for years. More than most people did in five times the amount of time it took me.
Disgrace the championships? I heard that a lot, from people like you that just weren't good enough to win them like I was. Fact was when I held the X-Treme and Hart Championships it was common knowledge that there was no fair taking them off me because I was, quite simply, too good for anybody in either of those divisions. I would have kept holding on to those belts for months to come like I intend to hold on to this Light-Heavyweight Title but the management TOLD ME that there were no more challengers and if I wanted competition I'd have to move up a division. THAT'S why, Dan, that's why I vacated the Hart Title, because pieces of shit on the level of YOUR BUDDY Nathan Saniti, i.e a carbon copy of your inconsistent ass, weren't strong enough competition for me. And you want to tell me about the way I supposedly operate when I win a title, you want to sneer down your nose and tell me that me winning a championship doesn't bring it any prestige?
So if you had won the Light-Heavyweight Title, just devil's advocate, what would you have done with it? Continued to bitch and snark about it's supposed lack of worth every week and act like you're too good for it?
Come the fuck on. Not only are you not good enough for shit, but if you had held it, THEN it would be a joke title. Not before, but only then. Besides, if you continued to do that, not only would nobody care about the Light-Heavyweight Title after a week or so, even less people would care about you than they already do. You're already in the negatives as it is in the support, unless you wanna continue with your fruity quest for a BFF. Oooh, I know, maybe you should start a fucking reality show like Paris Hilton to find a BFF! Or else realize that nobody gives a fuck and you should die in a grease fire? Eh, I prefer option two. But be that as it may, Dan.
You act like I "don't have friends", which is so hilariously off-base that it's touching. Let me guess you're going with the whole gamer nerd cliche that every guy who spends hours in front of an X-Box is a pimply faced dweeb who would jizz his pants at the sight of a real tit. Except if you'd paid attention to Kyle Shane for longer than two seconds you'd know that not only did I fuck half the X-W-F locker room when it had prime bush in it (looking your way Alexis Luthor) not only do I HAVE girls I hang around with and get sex on the regular, I did go to college and have my pick of any sorority chick I wanted. Seriously, if you thought Barney Stinson's list was impressive... but why am I telling you this? I don't care to impress you, or compare my list to your dry spell. Hell, I can already feel you getting list envy and I haven't even dropped trou yet, which would make that list unfurl like one of the old cartoons about Santa Claus. Point being there, if you seriously think I'm worried about making friends, or making friends of the "special hug" persuasion, you are seriously off, man.
My point wasn't even THAT you're out there looking for a girlfriend, BFF, or man to perform said special hug with, it's that it's LITERALLY ALL YOU FUCKING ARE. You're a lame, ass-hole attachment hanger on, you ride EVERY-FUCKING-BODY's COATTAILS. So does Nathan Saniti. So does Lunatic. All three of you likeminded dumbasses can't stay out of a stable, alliance or "friendship" with Rage, Bill Blakk, Vegas or someone just like him to save. Your. Life. And what does it get you? Does it win you titles, does it rocket you to the top of the rankings? No, man. They get over, and you just take the fall. You're a joke and you still have no one to perform a special hug with.
But then again, this entire debate between us has been less over prestige, personalities and who's the best. It's just nitpicking, like over my use of the word faggot. YOU say it showcases my homophobia, Dan. However the word “faggot” to me has never been an insult to gay people and I truly don’t understand the milit. When I was growing up all the kids in the neighborhood threw words around like that and, for the most part, we all knew it was just words. Sticks and stones. Playing hockey and getting knocked over and getting up and calling the kid who did it a faggot is just the way I was indoctrinated into using it. It’s just one of those things you learn as a kid. Unless you’re a really fucked up person you don’t hate somebody who’s mentally disabled for being a “retard”, you just call a friend retard if they’re acting retarded. Same thing for the word faggot.
As I said, Neptune and I had many interactions back in the X-W-F that had people cocking their heads at me, and I just shrugged and smirked. I'm comfortable in my sexuality, and it doesn't matter what people think, if I'm a limp-wristed fairy or not. But my use of that word isn't meant as any knock against your sainted orientation. It's just because, well, Seth Stevens, and then you, were acting like a fucking faggot-ass retard.
How positively un-PC of me. So sorry.
As for the rest, Dan, what did you even say about me? That I don't have charisma? That I don't have uniqueness? That I don't have talent? Based, I ask you, on who's criteria, YOURS? Are we to take YOUR words on what's good about my promos or not, are we supposed to look at you as a barometer for what worth I have? Let's be honest, Dan, you're a funny guy and all but your promos hardly set the world on fire, and if they do sparkle it's certainly not with originality. Like I predicted, everything, EVERYTHING you fucking said about me was something I'd heard before, right on down to the joke about me gathering up enough courage to maybe touch a girl's knee (baha, kneeslapper that one is!!) or using a fleshlight.
You talk about pride, Dan... what pride could you possibly have anymore, as big a joke as you've become?
You even try to shrug it off, "So I'm not the most consistent, but that's life!"
Right.
Except for the fact that I, Kyle Shane, taking into account both the X-W-F and now, my current undefeated streak in the WGWF, have NOT BEEN PINNED ONCE in a match in four months of competition. Think about that Dan. Four months of straight up domination. Four months of beating nearly everyone set in front of me. Four. MONTHS. You want to say that your lack of success is, "just life"... no, Dan. It's you being mediocre. It's you making a fucking excuse, one after the other, for why you aren't shit.
Well no more, Dan.
I don't want to hear you run your mouth, anymore. Because this title, you tried to downplay as one that doesn't matter, now belongs to someone who is going to make it mean something amazing, something epic. And as long as I hold on to it, and until I'm told otherwise I AM going to hold on to it, Dan... since I don't see anybody else in this division that can beat me...
You can try to laugh it off, or act like it doesn't matter to you but I know it's eating at you, that this title you thought was shit is now around the waist of the man who's pedestal you were supposed to knock over.
You tried, and once again, you failed.
And now the Light-Heavyweight title, without you to drag it down, is soaring to new heights.
And you?
Samo samo. Mediocrity. Excuses. Chasing after Vegas or some likeminded asshole. Doing nothing. Being irrelevant.
While me...
I'm making a name for myself, and this new division I can mold in my image.
Hate me now, Dan. You know you want to.
Game On, bitch.[/b]
Holding up his middle finger, he reaches over and switches off the camera.