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| A victim? I'm afraid not | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 19 2007, 10:22 PM (37 Views) | |
| Token | Dec 19 2007, 10:22 PM Post #1 |
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Shaun Wilson
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Shaun: "After all I've accomplished in this year in FIW, I'm still getting referred to as a victim. A victim is an unfortunate person who suffers from some adverse circumstance. So why does two guys who get brutalized, beaten, battered, and utterly destroyed week in and week out consider me a victim?" As those words are uttered the scene opens up inside the Leopalace Hotel. More in fact he's in the massage parlor resting on the table after a long and strenuous workout. Shaun: "Despite not hearing a single word from that choke artist Drake Love, Shaun Wilson faces off against Revolution again. Another chapter in this constant story of SW versus the so-called guys who were the staple of the tag division. A division that my cohorts and I ran with an iron fist when they weren't even a factor. You see William and Grant I don't have time to play with my voice messages or stand on top of big ass buildings, all dark and shrouded in mystery. You see I'm actually training, preparing for a match. A match that i'm seemingly alone in. So continue to play around and take me lightly. Keep doing what you do, and it'll be another loss for the Revolution. The only difference is that you would've gotten beat by Shaun Wilson." Shaun cracks a smile as the young lady massages his shoulders and upper back area. His eyes are closed as he rests his chin on his hands, enjoying the moment. Shaun: "Now let me talk about one half of the duo, that I don't have much of a problem with." Shaun's face never changes as he loses focus for a second as the lady knocks a kink out. He relaxes again returning to the position he was at first. Shaun: "Boy......you really fixed that right up for me. Maybe you wanna come up to my room, and I'll give you a happy ending." The young massage lady giggles at Shaun's flirting. It seems for a moment that he's lost focus on the promo at hand. As the low audible tone of the cameraman clearing his throat takes Shaun away from his moment. Shaun: "Like I was saying in the past few weeks. Why do you continue to deal with the cancer of your career that is William James? It seems like everytime you make a nice little run for yourself. There he goes again, and knocks you down a couple of notches. I actually feel bad for you Grantland. Ole Willy wants to use you as a shield so he can make some attempt at picking up the scraps after me and you wrestle. Like you said this really doesn't involve you, neither does any of the few matches you guys have tagged in have. You just don't see it Rice, but Nighty is using you. And you're either too loyal or stupid to realize it, but if you're a smart guy you'll take notice to the truth I'm spitting here Ya Dig? That's all I'm gonna say about you, sorry I'm gonna have to beat you around because Willy can't do it himself." Shaun's body gets tense and the masseuse recognizes it. She leans in and whispers something in Shaun's ear and he relaxes. Didn't know Shaun knew Japanese but then again this isn't his first time in Japan on tour with FIW either. Shaun: "William James you stupid son of a........" Shaun stopped himself in mid sentence, thinking about what the young lady just told him. A smirk appears on his face as his body relaxes again. Shaun: "You know what Willy? Next time you stand on top of another building. Do me and the rest of FIW a favor and jump okay? Nobody will miss you......well I know for sure I won't miss you." Shaun smirks at the notion of Nightmare jumping off a building to a horrible death. Well a great death in the mind of FIW resident African-American Whoop Ass Machine. Shaun: "For the first time I agree with a few things Bain said. I guess I missed the meeting also that determined you were the number one contender. And just like Bain said, it doesn’t matter to me because the word on the street is that I don’t care who I face because no one can beat me. But that's for another time. Right now I wanna talk about you wanting to try and beat me. And I do mean you trying to beat me. Dragon has a better chance of winning the Dual Crown championship and UIC title at the same time. Hell the Hoodstarz could reunite and win the tag titles twice before you take this strap off me. Hell I would rather lose this strap to Remy Barteux, Willie McPhee, Vinj,.....or maybe Xanthius! Hell I'll even go back to the Rising days. Bonanza could even put up a better challenge than you!" Bonanza? That was years ago. None the less Shaun raises an eyebrow as he rests on the massage table. Shaun: "Nightmare you might think this is a great chance for another title, but this ain't the place for you. We are what you call the best athletes in FIW, the show stoppers, the guys who innovate offense. The high-flyers and guess who's head of the pack?" Shaun points and the camera turns catching a glimpse of the Flycore title resting nicely on his jacket and shirt. Returning to the main purpose of this promo, the camera comes back to Shaun as he is being worked on by the masseuse. Shaun: "Now you say you can feel the fear from me. And I'm gonna make jokes because it's what I do. Nightmare I have nothing to fear, last time I checked that piece of leather and silver gives me the right to label myself as a champ. You have to make it to my level, basically you should be starting from scratch. But I applaud you on bullying yourself into my kingdom. The others don't like it, but I welcome it. I wanna beat the hell out of you, I wanna embarass you night in and night out. The size difference gives you know advantage over me. It's only four inches and fifty pounds and I bench more than you weigh. So don't think lifting you isn't gonna happen. It's gonna happen repeatedly, because nobody has a wider assortment of suplexes. Not even that Jim O' Brien guy, can outsuplex Shaun Wilson. So you just keep that thought in mind that Shaun is scared of you." Shaun stops talking.....what he stopped talking? Actually Shaun is thinking as a thought just crossed his mind. Then a gleam from his diamond studded smile is present. Shaun: "I got a question or two for you. You say, when the Revolution is together...We show no mercy. No remorse. No moral conscience for our actions. So why is Grant talking about this doesn't have anything to do with him? Why didn't he show up on the rooftop with you? Even if he did show up and dropkick you clean off the rooftop, I would've been his biggest fan. Grant doesn't seem to wholeheartedly in this match. I mean the guy thinks you bring something fresh to MY division. The only thing you bring to the division, is another body to KNOCK THE FU*K OUT or give the LONE STAR EFFECT. All in all Nighty you're just another win. Just like this week when for the millionth time, you cause the Revolution to lose again. I mean you do like to tap out alot. I might make you quit like Colbert Tottington did." Shaun smiles even harder as the masseuse works on his lower back. After a few moments Shaun sits up and stretches out his newly revived body. Shaun walks over to his clothes and pulls out a room key and whispers in the young lady's ear. Her face turns red as she smiles. Shaun: "All in all, you guys will put up a valiant effort....well Grant Rice will put up a valiant effort fighting you fight. But come this Friday I'm gonna welcome you to MY Flycore Division. So be ready, because I'm gonna continue to help you tarnish that great name The Revolution made. See you Friday Willy!" As the Flycore champ turns he hands the key to the young lady. He winks as he slings the title over his shoulder and leaves to head somewhere. Leaving her to watch him walk off as the scene fades. |
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