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Blowing Smoke; A Tanaka Zaibatsu rp
Topic Started: Nov 8 2007, 02:12 AM (35 Views)
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Shaun Wilson
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Mr. Wilson "Boy......Why do I have to waste my time facing pathetic excuses for wrestlers?"

After those words Shaun sitting in a chair in the Tanaka Zaibatsu's offices, which are apparently somewhere in Texas. Why smoke-laden? Well, Daisuke 'the Crow' Tanaka is asleep and reclined in his office chair. Either the hard day's training has taken it out of him, or the preparations for this week's match have left him bored out of his head. The fact of the matter remains, with his feet on his desk and eyes closed, he is asleep. This, of course means that both Mr. Blond and Shaun Wilson can smoke without fear of being punked out by the man in charge.

Mr. Blond: Sorry, bru; we gotta do this. Parta tha job. Tha worst parta tha job, sure; but ya know tha' i's less hassle'n actually trainin' for this shit. Hell, these Hardcore Sex punks cou'nt even lay hands on us a few weeks ago; wha' all this Ah been hearin' about they takin ahh belts away?

He holds his hands up, but he rather rudely cuts off any response.

Mr. Blond: Hang on, y'all; tha' what we call... Lemme see if mah li'l hill-billy mind can 'member this big ol' word... Uhh... A Rhetorical Question. Bet ya never thought ya gon' hear tha' kinda shit comin' outta mah mouth; but Ah 'spose we can just chalk tha' down ta trahn'a keep up wi' tha In'lechewal rigour'a tha Tag Division these days, ya know?

Hearing Blond's words only achieve a slight smirk from the Flycore champ. Mr. Wilson takes another puff from his cigar before putting it out in the ashtray. The camera follows Shaun's movements down to the ashtray before catching the Flycore title sitting near.

Mr. Wilson "Yea it looks nice huh? And see I even got my name engraved in it. Somebody told me not to, but since I'm gonna be holding this for a damn long time I figured I'll personalize it. Hey Blond get the nerve of Jay thinking he's gonna take MY title from me? He's gonna have to rip it from my talons!"

Mr. Blond: Ah been hearin' some funny shit from this punk too. For starters, he's gon' trah'n impress a chick who ain' never gon' look at him in tha' way, an' go broke 'long tha way. 'Cause ya know, tha' tramp look's jus' tha thing ta go catch tha gurlies, ain' it, bru?

Shaun nods as he grabs his title and slings it over his shoulder. That smirk he once has is now replaced with a smile.

Mr. Wilson "One thing that has irked me as of late is how everyone is talking about the Rejects, when the Tanaka Zaibatsu holds the hardware. Hell we have one of the titles that Colbert Tottington held. And now it's in better hands. The Rejects are a bunch of nobodies, with maybe the exception of Kiyoshi. Those guys are a bunch of whiny brats who bitch and moan, because as a kid there parents didn't hug them enough."

Blondie can only shrug at this, as he flicks some ash into the ash-tray.

Mr. Blond: Ya might be on ya own there man; Ah's gots mah orders on them punks. Tha boss is a li'l pissed 'bout they sneak 'tackin' last week, sure. But ya know, we ain' gon' be pushed inta nothin'. We don' wanna get dragged down an' baited inta these punks bullyin' us inta a title shot. Shi-yit boys; y'all don' think we know how ta bait suckers till they gots tha red mist so bad, they cryin' blood? We was thugs ta get these titles too, ya know; we ain' so daft we gon' fall for ahh own tricks.

Flashing a $250,000* smile for the world, as he throws one hand up expansively, tapping his head with the other; leaving his colleague to take us into the closing stretch.

Mr. Wilson "Oh I'm not worried about that lesbian chasing imbecile. That boy ain't on my level. I'm in the big leagues and he's just an ameteur. But he's not a concern. This week it's all about Colbert and Hardcore Sex. Now I see had his Felix's own rendition of Queer Eye for the Straight Guy ended up being a wash. All I know is Steve and you better kiss and make up. Iunno play "swords" or whatever you two weirdos do. Now regarding you showing me how to do a suplex. That has to be the funniest thing, no pun intended you've ever said. And don't worry about what I do for leisure, you just worry about this embarassment you and Steve have coming. And Steve out gunning me in the skies? I can and will guarantee it will not happen. And Colbert.........pfft. I got nothing to say about you. You're not worth any of my energy to address. Just know I took the title from you and take a seat while I work Jay Bain over. You'll get your chance another time."

Mr. Blond: Or pref'rably not. We's gots law-yahs an' shit ta short y'all out if y'all is gon' trah any of ya she-nani-gans, ya hear?

In lieu of the mist, Blondie guffaws out some more smoke. Mr. Wilson joins him in this moment of mirth as the room gets too smokey to see properly...

[size0]* Blondie's two wage packets don't quite cover a Million Dollar Smile, especially now when he's supporting his little brother as well on that money. A quarter of a million is still a lot of smile though, even if it does have a certain pirhana quality to it.
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<option style="color:ccccc">Full Intensity Wrestling's MVP</option>


<option>NAME: Shaun Wilson</option>

<option>HEIGHT: 6'1</option>

<option>WEIGHT: 228 lbs</option>

<option>HOMETOWN: Houston, Texas, now residing in NYC</option>

<option>THEME SONG: Jay-Z "Thank You"
<option>WRESTLING STYLE: Hybrid</option>

<option>FINISHERS:</option>
<option>- Watch The Throne - Electric Chair Driver</option>
<option>- Fade To Black - Triangle Choke into Omo-Plata</option>

<option>SIGNATURE MOVES:</option>
<option>- Ode To Malenko</option>
<option>- Texas Two Step</option>
<option>- Shaun Wilson Express</option>
<option>- Lone Star Splash</option>

<option>QUOTE: GIVE ME HEAVEN, OR I'M GONNA RAISE HELL!</option>

<option>TITLE HISTORY:</option>
<option>- 1x FIW UNDISPUTED INTERNATIONAL CHAMP</option>
<option>- 2x FIW FLYCORE CHAMP</option>
<option>- 2x FIW TAG TEAM CHAMP</option>
<option>- 1x FIW FIGHTING SPIRIT CHAMP</option>
<option>- 1x UWF US CHAMP </option>
<option>- 1x EWW TAG TEAM CHAMP</option>
<option>- 1x EWW XXX/CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMP</option>
<option>- 1x nCw X-DIVISON CHAMP</option>
<option>- 2x nMw EUROPEAN CHAMP</option>
<option>- 1x NPW TRANS-ATLANTIC CHAMP</option>




Rosa Parks sat so Martin Luther could walk, Martin Luther walked so Barack Obama could run, Barack Obama ran so all the people could fly, so I'm gonna spread my wings, and i'll meet you in the sky




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