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| Justify my thug; odd name........I was listening to Jay-Z | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 13 2007, 02:31 AM (39 Views) | |
| Token | Dec 13 2007, 02:31 AM Post #1 |
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Shaun Wilson
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The clicking sound of a cigarette lighter opens this rp as Shaun sits in a bar. Jeff Noon is right across from him. Obviously it's another interview with Jeff Noon. The dimly lit bar doesn't show off the dark blue vest and tie. His dress shirt under it is also dark blue. The Flycore champ dumps the ashes from his cigar into a nearby ashtray. Jeff Noon clears his throat indicating to Shaun that he's ready to start yet another interview. Noon: "Seems like you are on a few minds of some of wrestlers on the roster. Why do wonder it has came to this point?" Shaun takes another puff and stares off into space like he's zoned out. He finally looks over to Jeff and puts out his cigar. Mr. Wilson clears his throat and leans up in the seat. He rest his hands on the table, and smirks. Shaun: "The reason I'm on people's minds? Well it's easy.....they recognize a threat. They understand that Shaun Wilson is long from the days of being this company's whipping boy. Do you know what tomorrow marks Jeff?" Jeff looks cluelessly at Shaun who waits for an answer. Shaun reaches over and takes a drink from his glass. Noon: "Shaun I absolutely have no idea what tomorrow is." A sly smirk paints his face as Noon continues to ponder to himself. Shaun: "Tomorrow marks the day Shaun Wilson signed his contract. It's been a hell of a ride, and my claims have held true. I told you I was gonna rule the Flycore division see......." Shaun reaches down in his lap and pulls up the Flycore title. Now why Shaun has the title down in a bar with him is beyond me. And I'm the one doing the rp. The champ rubs the title and smiles at it. Noon: "Now Shaun a few guys have talked about you. Nightmare, Elrick, Jay Bain, and even the former Dual Crown champ has even mentioned you. What are your thoughts on being the Talk of the town?" Shaun lets a slight laugh escape from his mouth, you know the ones with the platinum covering his bottom row of teeth. Well the ones that now have diamonds in them. What a way to spend your championship earnings then on some diamonds. Shaun: "Now I'm gonna get this guy out of this conversation early. Just like at Violent Fetish and in the Condemned Fetish Match." That should make it pretty obvious who he's talking about. If not in a few moments after he finishes his drink. Shaun waves his hand and orders another drink. You'll find out in 3.....2.....1. Shaun: "Jay Bain......." I must be a clairvoyant, or I know where I wanna go with this. Shaun's smile fades away at the mention of Jay's name. It's replaced by a very confident and arrogant smirk. Shaun: "Jay Bain......I once again proved to you that I was better than you. Now I know you're probably crying about the whole fact my guy Blondie got involved. Well he was protecting an investment. One that has paid dividends. Now the whole bed buddies thing is played out. It's getting a little old Mr. Bain. Maybe if you came at me totally differently, I was consider you a threat. But you're not a threat. I've owned you everytime we've had an encounter, all the way up to when you debuted and Shaun Wilson KNOCKED YOU THE F*CK OUT. That should have told you a long time ago to stay away from me. But being the persistent little b*tch you are, you kept your nose in my business. Now you say I have brought nothing to this title. But last time I checked it was I on the cover of GQ. I promoted our match, not you. I bring attention to this title. And all you've done is land a deal with Nike. I mean that's pretty damn good, but who's gonna buy your shirts? Nobody bought your shirts in the FIW shopzone. But your focus shouldn't be on me. It should be on the guy who just lost his belt and is on his sh*t. I hope you survive the beating Kitten's gonna throw you." Jeff does his typical nod and scribble like he's really writting something. But we all know he's not. Noon: "Now XK had a couple of things he said mentioning you. What is your take on his words." Shaun: "For the first time I can agree with the guy. Jay Bain lacks creativity. Calling me gay was the best insult he could come up with. And as far as the *uses quotation fingers* match is coming to a show near me. The only way Bain would beat me is if he faces the cut out Kitten spoke of. And I appreciate XK giving me the green light to bust Jay up. But he's a talentless hack. Kitten knock him out and take care of my light work." What...Shaun cheering for Kitten. This is the guy who talked down on Kitten, and now he's cheering him on. What was really in that cigar? Does Shaun smoke illegal substances particularly weed? Doesn't he know that stuff kill brain cells? Of course he does know all that! It's my character and he's no pothead. Can't FIW's most arrogant wrestler cheer someone on, even if he doesn't like them? Noon: "You're actually cheering Kitten on?" Shaun: "Hey I don't like Bain at all, hell I would cheer Andre McIntosh if he was facing Jay."Shaun: "Before you ask me, here's my take on Nightmare. William James......a guy who had a small amount of success here. And from there he thinks he's a Hall of Famer. I mean c'mon Willie. A few tag titles basically riding the coattails of your far superior tag partner. And don't take that as a compliment. Grant you being better than Nighty is like being the smartest kid with Down Syndrome. Now this guy pops up after my last interview. Talk some bullsh*t, about me and how I rely on the TZ. If I was you I would trying to find another person to mooch off there success. Because you're horrible on your own. Slick Willie you were terrible as a tag partner, but you are on a whole new level as a singles competitor. So please do me the favor and just retire! Talk about your past success to your family, because they're the only people that are willing to hear it." Jeff clears his throat as he gets his next question ready. Noon: "This week you are in a fatal fourway match. Knowing you there's something you wanna say to these guys. So it's all yours." Shaun smirks as Jeff gives him the floor figuratively. Shaun: "This week I face a former backyard wrestler who is getting chased around because he took a dive. A white guy who thinks he's black or some kind of ex gang member, and some Brit who has became the punching bag of Crackerjack." Shaun laughs as he takes a drink from his new glass. And yes I said his glass because the waitress brought it to him before his tirade about Jay Bain. I can say whenever I wanted to. I could've said it came through a chute leading from the bar to his table. But I digress....back to our Flycore Champ. Shaun: "Adam Wilson *sighs* there's not much I wanna say about you. I mean your own a crusade to turn FIW into a huge sausage party. But to each it's own. I guess you figure this would be a good time to try and face me again. I mean it was you who couldn't stop me from winning the Flycore title. So what makes you think you're gonna win? I know you wanna get your hands on a title. But you had a chance or two and you dropped the ball. You ought to change your name to Adam "I Need Hope" Wilson because you're gonna need plenty of it and a little divine intervention." Shaun sits back in the chair and smiles as he takes another sip from his glass. Jeff sits there and waits on the rest of Shaun's lecture on each competitor. Shaun: "Next I'm gonna kill two birds with one stone. The Revolution Grant Rice and Elrick. These two guys have been lost since there fearless leader Tier left them. They've been running around like damn chickens with there fu*king heads chopped off. One guy has been running around trying to figure out if he's a singles competitor or a tag wrestlers. And speaking of tagging wasn't it you Grant that said me and the TZ were keeping the tag titles warm for you and Willie? Last time you two tagged together you guys got massacred by Hardcore Sex. If you don't wanna get embarassed like you have on so many occasions then stay out of my way. Because I should be the last of your troubles. Because what if let's say by some miracle Elrick wins and he pins you. Somebody might be defending his belt against a ally of your own." Noon: "Shaun that is a very interesting point. That can be a volatie situation." Shaun: "Of course it a interesting point. I'm the one who brought it up. Christopher Elrick *sighs again* like I've been saying all week. If you wanna shut Shaun Wilson up, then come shut me up. Because I'm gonna take you up on your offer, but I'm still gonna talk sh*t. El you're gonna get pinned by me, or you're gonna tap like I made Colbert tap. I'm gonna go out of my way to beat you. Because you think I forgot about Nensai Soujou when you try to style on me. But that's been on my mind for a long time. El you're my main target. You can't beat me your buddy Simon Lynn/Justin Sane couldn't beat me. Matter of fact wasn't it I who sent your boy packing? If you wanna continue your wrestling career you better watch how you talk to me!" Jeff raises an eyebrow at Shaun's last comments. Noon: "I getting the hint of hate from you. Is it that serious?" Shaun: "Yes it's serious, the boy tried to embarass me. I ain't going for it. But it's all gonna come to ahead this Friday. I ain't got nothing else to say!" Shaun bursts up from his table and storms off from the table. Jeff is left at the table as a waitress walks over with the bill. Mr. Wilson definitely has expensive taste in his alcohol, and the bill shows that. Jeff takes a deep breath. Noon: "Hey look Nana Ozaki is over there!" That gains everyones attention as Jeff bolts from the bar leaving the employees to watch. 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[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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