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A Bar 38 tirade; actually it's the Ivory Bar....thx Ash!!
Topic Started: Mar 28 2008, 06:04 PM (54 Views)
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Shaun Wilson
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Shaun Wilson is seen sitting in the Bar 38. The waiter walks off as Shaun more than likely ordered something to eat upon. From out of nowhere, well pressed fingernails graze across the face of the former Flycore champ. Shaun smirks as she takes a seat across from him. A camera gets in a decent position to shoot this impromptu interview. Shaun takes a sip from his beverage as Rebecca begins.

Rebecca: "Shaun.....what's with the quietness all of a sudden? When the whole Jaime thing came to light, you had plenty to say. Then well....you just disappeared."

Shaun nods his head as he listens to the seductive interviewer.

Shaun: "Before we even more forward with this interview let's get somethings clear. First of all any kind of come on you got planned towards Shaun Wilson. You can keep it. So all the teasing and showing off your goodies isn't gonna work. I've been all business this week and I'm not letting anything distract me. Shaun Wilson has a chance to come out of the pre-show with a title shot. And so far in my young career, I'm undefeated in these situations where I can win a title shot. And last time I checked I ended up with the Flycore title. So I've been clearly focused."

Shaun's attention is diverted as the waiter lays his meal on the table.

Waiter: "Here's your Tortilla Strips Seasoned with Cajun Spices. Is that all you need sir?"

Shaun gives him a subtle nod as the waiter leaves Rebecca and Shaun to their interview. He takes a bite and a smiles, clearly enjoying his meal. Miss Hunter smirks as she watches Shaun eat.

Rebecca: "You know you look really sexy when you eat."

Shaun raises an eyebrow as he looks at Rebecca. Who clearly didn't understand what Shaun meant by his earlier little tirade.

Shaun: "What did I just tell you? Keep on and, I'll be more than glad to do an interview with Janine or Toby."

Rebecca: "Alright, alright Shaun damn you're a killjoy today. Okay then Shaun....I know you've heard what the other guys participating have had to say. And you've been known to talk trash and bash your opponents. Will this be another one of those situations?"

Shaun finishes up another bite as Rebecca asks her question. He takes a swallow from his glass as he wipes his mouth.

Shaun: "Basically I chose to sit back and let probably some of the biggest mouths in FIW run them. Colbert, Ash, and Drake love have all had their fair share of blabbering. And now this Blake Orange guy is running his c*ck sucker. And now I guess it would be a nice idea to finally break my silence."

Shaun reaches for his glass and takes a sip from it as he gets comfortable in his seat.

Shaun: "Colbert Tottington......out of anyone in this match you should be the last one to talk. Last time anyone really seen you, I damn near broke you in half in that triple threat match. Before that wasn't I the guy that Knock You The F*ck Out and took the Flycore strap from you? I erased FIW of your very being and now that you come from obscurity you run your mouth about a guy who owns you. I own you Colbert....you're my little bitch. And come Anarchy's pre-show the trend will continue. Colbert says I started off harmless. And hey that's his opinion. Shaun Wilson didn't need a gimmick, Shaun Wilson isn't a gimmick. What you see here right now is one hundred percent pure Shaun Wilson. I don't have to run around as some Middle Eastern cat pretending to be some British aristobrat. If anyone is a gimmick it would be Colbert Tottington."

Shaun takes another sip from his glass as he continues.

Shaun: "The gimmick comment I brushed it off. But then he got a little idiotic. I mean he says that I all of a sudden thought I was better than him. I mean why would I think otherwise. I kick the holy high hell out of you, took your title and then turned around to do it again and send you off to wherever the hell you went. You see Colbert Tottington....you read into Shaun Wilson a little more than you really should. If you wanted to be president of my fan club I'm pretty sure we could've worked out something. All you had to do was ask. Now as far as Shaun Wilson crapping on MLK. That's your opinion of what I'm doing. Shaun Wilson thinks extremely high of him. He was a phenominal man, an icon. What he fought for was brilliant, great, and important to American history. Shaun Wilson fight is totally different. Shaun Wilson's fight is to show you that he isn't a joke. He isn't some ghetto trash. That Shaun Wilson is the best and the greatest talent in the history of sports entertainment. And if you ever refer to me a nigga again, I'll break your f*cking collarbone!"

The camera focuses on Shaun's facial features as the smirk he once wore is now replaced with a scowl.

Shaun: "Colbert clearly is mad at me and I don't blame him. He got embarassed, and eliminated from the Flycore title scene. I humiliated him just as he began to fly the Reject colors. You're a coward Tottington. And you proved me right with your little stereotypes. If you think all that is really gonna make me mad, then you got the game wrong. I don't have to prove how hood or ghetto I am to no one especially you. Because you my ethnically confused friend are the biggest poser in FIW. But I don't have time to sit here and talk about you. You're not even really worth that kind of focus. What you're saying shouldn't really matter to me, because well you've never beaten me. You can't beat me and you'll never beat me. You're a nobody, and I don't have time for nobodies. Now Rebecca give me a few moments to enjoy my meal. And we can continue the interview."

The scene fades as Shaun goes back to finishing his meal as Rebecca sits in anticipation.
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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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The scene reopens with Shaun sitting there as the table is now clean, rid of all the glasses and plates. Shaun sits there smirking as Rebecca and the cameraman get ready to finish up her first interview with the cover boy of the GQ mag. The cameraman gives Miss Hunter the cue to continue.

Rebecca: "Shaun...those words were a bit venomous there. But clearly he's not the only person you're focused on in this guantlet match is he?"

Shaun looks at Rebecca as he scratches his eyebrow. He clears his throat as he crosses his fingers on the table.


Shaun: "Of course not Miss Hunter. His words stuck out the most because. In typical Colbert Tottington fashion he's put himself in a position where I have to hurt him. But no let's talk about the ninja. Here was a guy I had a little respect for even after our Flycore title match when he was champ, and I almost punted his testicles to the rings of Saturn. But in the end he became Fighting Spirit Champion and I got the Flycore. But those days are in the past. Let's talk about the EN#2 or Emo Ninja #2. Okay the guy told a girl how he felt and she shot him down. Now he walks around here acting like some character from a Fall Out Boy music video. Moping around all these places with this woe it's me attitude. Sunday would be a nice day to snap out of it bud. I mean I think a nice kick to the side of your skull will bring you back. It's not that bad guy. She shot you down. I'm pretty sure that's not the first time you've been shot down. I mean you do walk around in public with your face shrouded in mystery. It's cool Ninja really its cool, if your poor little Ninja heart is still broken. Maybe you can stay in Reading. And sulk in some corner. There's not crying in wrestling little fella. But if you do find some courage to wrestle expect another heartbreak."

Shaun smiles as he gets extremely comfortable. Rebecca licks her lips still trying to entice Shaun. But still no effect as he waits on another question.

Rebecca: "Shaun your words weren't as bad towards him as to they were towards Colbert. But what do you think of Mr. Orange's comments?"

Shaun laughs as Rebecca sits there confused by the instant laughing by the African-American Whoop Ass Machine.

Rebecca: "Shaun....what's with the laughing? All I did was ask you about Orange's comments."

Shaun: "I still haven't grasped the concept of this near 40 year old man being a rookie in wrestling. Hell.....I hope Ash has a respirator ready for the old f*ck. I from time to time respect my elders but this old fart can't get that. He says that he should respect me. Since when have I ever needed the respect of a convict? Make no mistake Mr. Orange. Your lack of respect rookie, is what's gonna get you hurt. This isn't Cell Block B. We ain't fighting for a carton of cigarettes. This is wrestling, you can keep your shank in the gym bag. But after I get finished with you Blake you'll wish you were back in that cell. Come Sunday you'll see me outperform all of you horrible, and lousy ass people that call themselves wrestlers. You bitches can't even carry my nutsack, yet all of you think you're gonna beat up me. It's not gonna happen."

Rebecca: "Aren't we on a roll? This is a bit exciting to hear you talk about the other guys. I'm getting a bit turned on at the moment."

Shaun: "Not now Rebecca. Maybe after hours and hours of drinking. The thought of tapping that might cross my mind. Because that's what it gonna take for me to dip my "magic" stick in that sesspool of STDs."

Rebecca is trying everything in her power to maintain her journalistic integrity as a sly smirk appears on Shaun's face. He wipes his brow as his attention turns to the camera.

Shaun: "Don't think I wasn't gonna get you too Drake Love. Yea you escaped with my title. But your track record at pay per views isn't exactly the greatest thing on Earth. Isn't your ppv record almost identical to Dragon's overall record? The only thing good about this. Is that this is gonna be a small venue. But then again I'm pretty sure me crushing you under my might will be all over YouTube. I'm not even sure why I'm talking about some guy who ran around with the Hellcat tite. And when he actually had won a title he had for a short time. And I mean a short time. I think you were in the Rejects longer than that. You're a damn nobody, and you ain't got no heart. When I drop you Drake this time....are you gonna run and hug your brother Chris and disappear to only come back around what....Summer of Sin? You ain't cut off for wrestling, maybe you should go back to talking at schools......LOSER!"

Shaun's expression is of pure happiness as he continues to slag the other opponents. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a cigar and lights it. Mr. GQ grabs a nearby ashtray. He dumps a few ashes in the ashtray.

Shaun: "And last but certainly least. The guy who is making this all possible. Yes I'm speaking of you....Ash Koopa. But I warn you. You better choose your battles wisely. Colbert has committed a cardinal sin by dropping the n-bomb referring to Shaun Wilson. A act that can be redeemed by me bashing his face in. Are you sure you want the same consequences? And no this is not a threat......this is a guarantee. You two idiots speak of me like you know Shaun Wilson. You two f*cktards talk to me, like we grew up together."

Rebecca looks on as Shaun takes another puff from his cigar. He smiles right before he takes another puff. He rests the cigar into the ashtray as he licks his lips. His attention turns right back to the camera as he goes back into battle mode.

Shaun: "Like I told your buddy. This is not a gimmick, not a show, not exploitation of the African-American male from the most "urban" of areas. I am what you see on the camera. I'm not out here striving to be something I'm not. Shaun Wilson isn't out here pretending to live a posh Brit lifestyle. Shaun Wilson is not some has been wrestler who will do "anything" to get some attention. All because he lost his luster when his syrup sucking buffoon of a tag partner is long gone. You and Colbert are a couple of MONGOLOIDS. You two fools shouldn't be wrestling. Colbert should be cutting my grass, while you clean my pool out."

Shaun smiles again as Rebecca looks at him approvingly. He reaches for his cigar as her ruby red lips part.

Rebecca: "Seems like you've taken there comments to heart there? But what do you think of wrestling knowing Ash is the man with the stroke?"

Shaun laughs as he takes a couple of puffs from the cigar.

Shaun: "I'm cool with beating him in his own hometown. I'll savor it just fine. It'll add that extra kick to it. Him being in charge of the show makes no difference to me. When it's all said in done Shaun is leaving with a title shot. Whether it's Tier, Grant, Rice, or whoever. Somebody is gotta put there belt against me. But I do like the unification of the Rejects. They realize a real threat here. And they should. To be honest I'm almost flattered. But my next question is....when I get rid of you Ash and Colbert who's gonna replace you two in the Rejects. I'm pretty sure Robert Black or Rory Von Drachenheimer would love to replace you guys. So.....it all boils down to this. No Tanaka Zaibatsu, no medical conditions, no excuses of blackouts. No trying to make "memories" and no woeing over lost loves. Because Shaun Wilson is gonna win the guantlet, and I'm still gonna promote my "nigga" lifestyle. My attitude isn't gonna change one bit. Jewelry, money, cars, and clothes is me. I'm still gonna pour champagne on girls and toss money in the air because I don't care. I guess since you'll never be able to get rid of me, then I'm just gonna be another "nigga". And just like MLK was in the 60s. Shaun Wilson is gonna be a great "nigga". But again I love you guys attention. Now let me go out and about with my "nigga" ways. I'll see you suckas Sunday."

Shaun stands up as he grabs his cigar. He taps the cigar putting out the flame. Shaun salutes Rebecca as he slides on his sunglasses. The camera follows him as he exits the establishment. Rebecca sits there staring.

Rebecca: "Can they say the n-word on air like that? That sounded like a rap song."

Rebecca stands up adjusting her skirt as she leaves out of the bar. The scene fades with the smoldering ashes of the cigar.
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<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




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