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| Token | Nov 26 2007, 05:27 AM Post #1 |
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GQ mag's editor Dylan Jones sits at a booth in the D.O. restaurant. Suddenly as small ruckus begins as FIW's Flycore Phnom Shaun Wilson walks in title belt draped over his shoulder. People crowd the door and Shaun cracks a smile and starts to sign a couple of autographs. His security steps in front of him and pave him a way through the crowd. Seeing Dylan, Shaun walks over to the booth. Dylan gets up and extends his hand. Dylan Jones: "Dylan Jones, GQ editor. How are you today?" Shaun accepts his handshake before turning and looking out toward the people outside of the restaurant. Shaun: "I'm fine, a little happy about being on the front cover of GQ. I never thought that would ever happen." A small chuckle escapes Shaun's mouth as both men take seats in the both. A thump is heard as Shaun rests the title on the table. Dylan pulls out a notepad and tape recorder, as Shaun continues to play to the crowd. Dylan Jones: "I see you're receiving a nice reception from the people of Mexico." Shaun: "I don't blame them. How could not recognize real talent." Dylan laughs as well as Shaun as the interviewer clears his throat. Shaun knows that he's ready to conduct the interview. Dylan Jones: "So Shaun how did the photo shoot for the cover go?" Shaun: "It went well; it was pretty cool to do it in my hometown. You guys are gonna sell plenty of copies." Dylan smirks at the comment, and continues on with the interview. Dylan Jones: "Shaun you're a young guy, how long have you been in the wrestling game? What made you get started?" Shaun smiles a bit as he looks back out of the window to the crowd. Shaun: "Well I've always been a wrestling fan. But growing up in Houston, on the southside that something you don't dream of doing. It was a rough part of town, but its home. I've been in the wrestling game for close to four years now. I started when I got kicked off the University of Houston football team." Dylan Jones: "You got kicked off the football? Why was that?" Shaun: "Because of my attitude. It wasn't because of my grades, I mean I had a 3.4 grade point average. The coach thought I was too physical and basically did what I wanted to do on the field. He would call plays and I would do what I want. The coach didn't like that saying I had no discipline. So I went ahead and dropped out of school, seeing how I was off the team and I had dreams of being in the NFL. So I started to wrestle and from there it was history." Both men crack smirks as the tape player records. Dylan Jones: ”Shaun you started in FIW pretty much being the company’s whipping boy. What brought along the massive surge you’ve put on lately? Right now you’re dominant within the ranks of Flycore division. Which you’re the champion and all the way up to the Dual Crown champ, scoring a win over him. And helping your team member beat him.” Shaun smirks even bigger as he ponders what could be a proper way to respond to the question. Shaun: ’It’s simple Dylan. Focus…that’s what I was lacking in my first few months. I’m focused now and using my assets to my advantage. FIW has a premiere athlete in me, and I give the Flycore something they’ve never had.” Dylan looks curiously as Shaun’s last comment. Shaun knows what the next question is and he already has the answer. Dylan Jones: ”Well Shaun what exactly………….” Shaun cuts him off knowing where this question is gonna lead up into. Shaun: ”I give this division actual talent. None of the previous holders of this belt has done anything to bring it to the forefront. I’ve single-handedly brought prestige to the title. I Shaun Wilson have been in more high-profile matches wearing the title of Flycore Champion than anyone else who has carried this piece of leather and silver. And I’m gonna continue with doing what I do best. And before you ask it’s simple. I’m gonna defend this title and go on to win more titles. It’s what I do best.” Shaun nods his head obviously enjoying his comments he made. Dylan nods his head but not for the same reason. He looks over to his pad and prepares his next question. TO BE CONTINUED………. |
[align=center] [/align]<center><select style="font-family: Tekton Pro; font-size: 10pt; background-color: 336699; font-weight: bold; color: ffff00"> <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 [/align] | |
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| Token | Nov 29 2007, 06:44 PM Post #2 |
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The scene reopens with Dylan Jones and Shaun Wilson sitting at a bar in El Candelero. Shaun peers around to take in the sights and atmosphere of what Mexico City has to offer. Dylan interview items all laid out, gains Shaun attention. Dylan Jones: "Is this better Shaun?" Shaun simply nods his head in agreeance and takes a deep breath. Dylan Jones: "Shaun.....you face former champion Colbert Tottington, and number one contender Jay Bain in your first title defense at Violent Fetish. Tell me how does it feel to finally be the one that's hunted rather than the hunter?" Shaun laughs for a moment before focusing on what was asked. Shaun: "Mr. Jones I do have to correct you. In this match at VF i'm not the hunted, but more like the hunter." Shaun flashes off that million dollar smile, as Dylan looks on curiously. Shaun: "You see......my reasoning behind that is simple. I'm the champion those guys are the pretenders........oops I mean contenders for my belt. Those two men are stepping into my world, my house, my domain. Where I rule supreme. Colbert and Bain might be the hunters with the loaded rifles in there hands, but they walk in my jungle. Where I lurk and prowl, and claim my victims. But to get away from all the metaphors and what not, Shaun is............" Chip Martin: "Gonna kick the shizit out of those beotches! Them punk ass boys can't hack it with pimpin over here! Just wait DJ my boi is gonna leave with the bling after the match. It's his world and they're squirrels, tryin to get a nut." Oh yea did I forget to mention, Chip came along this time with the Flycore Champion. Shaun and Dylan look at Chip with a bemused look on each of there faces. Shaun looks like he's ready to laugh at Chip's attempt at being "hood", and Dylan doesn't know what's going on. Dylan Jones: "Um.....excuse me did you just call me DJ?" Chip smiles as he shows off some of his "bling" to Shaun and Dylan. Chip Martin: "Yea...yea. I called you DJ you know? Short for Dylan Jones. I had to break it down for ya, ya smell me?" Dylan looks over to Shaun with that what the hell is going on look. And Shaun has a look of pure amusement on his features. Shaun: "Look Dylan what my homie C-Mart said was that he wanted to make it simplier for you. And then he asked if you understood him." Dylan's confused look changes to a…..oh now I get it type of face. Shaun nods his head in acknowledgment that Dylan understands. Shaun: "Now as far as this match is concern. Shaun Wilson is gonna walk into that match the champ. And when its all over and the fat lady has sung. Shaun Wilson is gonna leave the ring a champ. I'm already sick and tired of hearing Bain's mouth and Colbert just needs to stay quiet. So Dylan you and the readers just sit back and order the pay per view December 2nd from Mexico City, Mexico. And watch why your GQ man of the month is great. My performance will be so great that I'll be on your cover for next month!" A laugh exits Mr. Jones mouth, but Chip and Shaun on the other hand don't look so amused. Chip Martin: "My boi Shaun here isn't laughing." Shaun: "No I'm not laughing, I'm more serious than a heart attack! I AM gonna be on the January cover........right?" You can hear the intensity in the Flycore champion's voice, as Dylan Jones looks on nervously. He takes a large swallow, and sweat starts to form as the scene fades. |
[align=center] [/align]<center><select style="font-family: Tekton Pro; font-size: 10pt; background-color: 336699; font-weight: bold; color: ffff00"> <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 [/align] | |
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| Token | Nov 30 2007, 09:24 PM Post #3 |
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The scene reopens with Shaun and Dylan staring at each other. Well Shaun staring at Dylan, while he looks like he’s about to piss his pants. Shaun sits back and cracks a huge smile whilst Dylan dryly laughs. Shaun: ”C’mon Dylan chill out. I was just playing. Can’t you take a joke?” Mr. Jones manufactures a laugh and Shaun continues to smile. Chip has long gone since this and can be seen in the far view, by the bar talking to a girl. But with no success. Both men look as if they are ready to continue the interview. Dylan Jones: ”Now Shaun right after your Flycore title defense, you will be taking part of the Condemned Fetish match. Rumor has it you feel as though you’re one of the favorites, and that you will win. Care to explain why?” Shaun takes a deep breath and suddenly looks around the club. Dylan rests a hand on the side of his head anticipating another arrogant rant from the reigning Flycore champ. Shaun: ”Well I mean I’m riding a huge wave of momentum. And plus my match is right after the opening match. Which means……when I make quick work of my opponents and leave them to battered and bruised to even make the Condemned Fetish match. I would have already eliminated two people. That leaves me with twenty four other people to deal with. And they all will be gassed by the time that match comes around.” Shaun looks over to Dylan and the interviewer gives him a look that says what Shaun is saying makes sense. The African-American Whoop Ass Machine rests his hands on the table and leans over. Shaun: ”I pick myself to win for a few reasons. Like I said before I will be the one of the freshest man out there. Seeing how I’m in the opening match. And let me stop calling it a match. It’ll be just a light spar with Colbert and Bain. And plus I’ve noticed FIW roster is full of full blown rivalries which all benefit me.” Dylan Jones: ”And how is that Shaun? Explain what you mean.” Shaun: ”I mean look at the card for Violent Fetish. My match has two guys who wanna have a feud with me, but I just pay them the never mind. Then the FSC match has EN #2, Ethan Adams, that woman title stealing buffoon Drake Love. And his partner in the He-Man Woman Haters Club, and a slightly bland and generic version of me Adam Wilson. And then you have Felix and Steve wanting to face my comrades Dai and Blond. In a match my dudes will win. And before all that, Kennedy, Prime, and Hutch are pretty much gonna beat the tar out of each other. Pretty much leaving it all in the ring. You know then there’s this whole Smellrick and Jack in the Box war that’s been going on for awhile. And poor little Grant and old man Liam are gonna get caught in the crossfire. And as far anyone else not on the card I don’t see any viable threats except one. And it’s the bubbly, sex kitten Jaime Lee. She can win this if I take her lightly, and it’s not gonna happen. I need this win Dylan.” Dylan Jones: ”Why do you need this win Shaun?” Shaun sits there and ponders his answer to the question. An uninspired look appears on Shaun’s face as he sighs again. Shaun: ”I don’t know how much FIW you watch, but there’s a saying I use from time to time. Where I say “My name ain’t DICK, so keep it…..” Dylan Jones: ”It Out of Your Mouth! I actually like that.” Another sigh has escape from Shaun’s face. Not the Shaun we’re accustomed to seeing. The always confident, and a swagger that screams arrogance personified is replace with something that is……..well I can’t think of a big word right now to use. But I’ll get back to you on that one. Shaun: ”I mean is it that no one wants to challenge me now, especially knowing that the days of me being an Easy win are long gone and over with? When I first stepped through the door I was losing left and right. Now I’m on a winning streak just as big and major as my losing streak. I’m in my last days of my rookie campaign, and I’m defending my Flycore title. You see I was hungry when I stepped foot in here. And now that I’m a bonafide competitor here, I guess I’ve grown complacent with winning. I don’t need this win to regain my passion for chasing the Dual Crown like Kennedy. I’m not trying to revive a dead or dying career like Elrick or William James. This match is about validation.” Shaun is showing a face of determination, not of arrogance as usual. But more of the hungry Shaun that week in and week out displayed during his lack of winning. Dylan Jones: ”Validation Shaun?” Shaun: ”Yes validation Dylan. You see every week I spout off about how great I am. And I just about prove my point. But this match will cement that claim. This Condemned Fetish match, will prove without a shadow of a doubt that I am the Best Kept Secret, and the greatest thing to ever hit this company. It will prove that I can outlast the entire FIW roster. And that I’m better than everyone as advertised. I mean why not me to win? I have either beaten Xtreme Kitten or taken him to the limit. So why not me to face him again for the title? If he escapes Kiyoshi. And Kiyoshi, I would love to face him. I’m tired of beating around the same people over and over. But yes Dylan, this match is all about me validating and stamping my ticket to Nensai Soujou 08. Where I can claim my legendary status.” Dylan looks on with vested interest in hearing Shaun speak. He looks down to his notepad, and draws his attention back to Shaun. Dylan Jones: ”What if it boils down to you or Daisuke? Or Mr. Blond?” Shaun looks at Dylan as if he knew this question was gonna come sooner or later. Shaun: ”Well Shaun Wilson doesn’t take dives unlike that other Wilson. So if it came down to me and one of other Tanaka Zaibatsu. I hope they’re ready for a fight. I want them to bring the fight to me as well. Dylan I am a competitor, and contrary to popular belief. I want nothing handed to me on a silver platter. Shaun Wilson would rather beat, batter, and bludgeon anyone in my path. At the end of the day I’m still gonna be Tanaka Zaibatsu, and if I’m not the winner. Best believe I’ll ensure one of them do. But my homeboys will come up short, but we will have the number one contendership on deck in the TZ. And it’s courtesy of Shaun Wilson. December 2nd, Shaun Wilson will step up to main event status. Now Dylan this interview is over. Hey Chip let’s go.” Shaun and Dylan exchange handshakes, and Shaun turns and heads off to Chip and the young lady he’s been talking to the whole time. To say she’s looks bothered by Chip would be an unestimate. Shaun walks over and whispers something to the girl and she giggles. The Flycore champ then throws his arm around her and the start to walk off, much to Chip’s dismay. Chip Martin: ”Hey Shaun I saw her first. You can’t do that, I was about to close the deal!” Chip looks furious as Dylan walks by laughing. Shaun and the girl turn around to Chip smiling. Shaun: ”Just like the main event Sunday, Shaun Wilson is the best man to capture the prize. Here’s the room key, I got you a girl up there waiting for you to celebrate my number one contendership. This one here is mine.” Chip still stands there a little jaded, after Shaun’s comments and him tossing him the room key. Mr. Martin shrugs his shoulders, thinking about the consolation prize awaiting him. The scene finally fades with Chip standing next to the bar, and a exiting champion. |
[align=center] [/align]<center><select style="font-family: Tekton Pro; font-size: 10pt; background-color: 336699; font-weight: bold; color: ffff00"> <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 [/align] | |
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