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Famous Last Words To Start The Week; [Ash Koopa]
Topic Started: Feb 3 2009, 11:55 PM (46 Views)
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The scene fades in from a commercial for Nensai Senjou and opens to reveal Ash Koopa standing in front of the camera. To his left is an open door, giving a view of a large hall occupied by a variety of photographers and journalists. With the tail-end of the press conference apparently still in progress, Ash claps his hands together and rubs them gleefully. Still wearing the same ensemble - black cargo pants, a white t-shirt and his brown pin-stripe jacket - Ash grins and glances over his shoulder into the room, before bringing his gaze back to the camera. Ash cracks all of his knuckles in one swoop, and then buries his hands in the pockets of his jacket.

Ash: "So, Shauny, I bet you weren't expecting this. I'm so keen to talk about you - about our match - that I couldn't even wait to get back to my hotel room. I had to do it here, in the Tokyo Dome. See, I snuck out of the press conference to do this. I got a camera and everything all set up, just so that I could send you a private little message that would be waiting for you when you get back to your room. Call it a pre-match gift or something."

With a grin, Ash shrugs.

Ash: "Nothing ever changes, does it? I say something, then you come back with some smart comment. You never say anything of worth, just always focused on shooting me down as if it would score you some points. Ha. I would have come back and shown you up, but Jim O'Brien cut me off and by that point, I couldn't be bothered to argue. I mean, why should I? As much as I'd like to, why make the entire press conference about me? It's about Nensai Senjou. It's about us. It's about the Fighting Spirit Championship. And I don't want to waste that time talking about your mother, because really, that's all I've got left in the tank, Shaun. I've exhausted every possible line with you, and yet you never quite realise it. Always so focused on breaking me down, word by word."

Shaking his head, Ash appears to show pity for the Fighting Spirit Champion.

Ash: "So, rather than make jokes about your fat mother, I figured the best thing I could do was break down everything you have to say. Just me, talking about you talking about me. And, for your benefit, I'm fully clothed."

A grin breaks on Ash's face as he takes a moment to let his comment sink in.

Ash: "In all honesty, Shaun, what goes through your head? Seriously, explain to me how experience counts for nothing. Step out from your little ghetto hut and tell me, Shaun, how experience has no influence on the outcome of any given match. You said it yourself, that I have more experience than you do. Fifteen years, Shaun. Sorry to sound clichéd, but when I started this game, you were still in elementary school. Not even hitting double figures. I've been pretty much everywhere and done pretty much everything. And that's why I'm here in Full Intensity Wrestling, climbing the last big mountain that there is. And yeah, you do have something I want, but only because you got lucky."

As if to confirm his point, Ash nods slowly.

Ash: "Luck can, occasionally, out-do experience. That was proven at Violence Fetish when you captured the Fighting Spirit Championship. I'm not going to say you stole it anymore, as like many of our conversations, it's redundant. You have your views, wrong as they may be, and I have my facts. That you have yet to successfully defend that belt of mine suggests you don't have the experience necessary to be a Champion. Your match with Kai Min-Lee, you took the easy way out and got disqualified. Regardless of what you say about Kai being disrespectful, you took a short-cut and kept the belt whilst racking up a loss. Not a great start. And as for our first rematch, the Inferno match? Your luck barely carried you through that one. Because I hate to break it to you, Shaun.."

Trailing off slightly, Ash leans closer to the camera and lowers his voice slightly.

Ash: "You didn't win that one either, did you?"

A smirk breaks on Ash's face and he sighs as he stands upright again.

Ash: "You might say that you won it. And looking at the fact you still have the belt, that suggests you did as well. But we drew, Shaun. It was a draw. Your inexperience shone through in that match, because you allowed me to snatch victory away from you. You pushed me over the ropes, but I pulled you down with me. I took you to Hell, Shaun, and I came off better for it. Neither of us won that match, but who came out looking like a crispy aromatic duck? It certainly wasn't me. So regardless of what you say, I pick up the moral victory in that match. My pants were singed. Your back was torched. How is that a win, Shaun? How is that anything?"

With the smirk still on his face, Ash pulls his right hand out of his pocket and itches at his nose, before returning it.

Ash: "That's two questions you can take your time about answering. Though, I'm sure you'll do that before concerning yourself with the rules and regulations of our match. I do hope you know what you're getting yourself in for, because I don't want a simple victory. I don't want a 'squash' win over you because you had no clue about what you were doing. Not if, but when you return that belt to me, Shaun, it'll be by two straight falls and I guarantee you that we won't go beyond the third round. Despite what I hope, I know for a fact that you're going to retort with comments about not needing to swot up on this calibre of match. You're going to walk in, throw a punch and pick up a public warning. And I don't want that."

Pausing, a gleam appears in Ash's eye.

Ash: "Or do I? Perhaps I want you to walk in blind. Everyone knows I want the belt back, Shaun. I am the Fighting Spirit of this promotion. I'll do whatever it takes to get the belt back, which is perhaps why I'm going with a European catch-as-catch-can rules match. It's something you don't know. Something you can fear, perhaps more than the fire of an Inferno match. Or a hockey stick. Those things are pretty simple, aren't they?"

Pulling his hands out of his pockets, Ash runs them through his hair and unleashes a slightly maniacal grin for the camera.

Ash: "Inferno matches are easy. Throw the guy in the fire and win. Except, you couldn't do that, could you, Shaun? You tried, but it back-fired, didn't it? And hockey sticks are great fun when used properly. But what exactly do you do in a catch-as-catch-can rules match? Are you going to find out, Shaun? I hope you do. Or do I? I'm not sure myself anymore. Because whilst you're working out clever retorts to the first two questions, I bring to you a third question. Do you really want it? Do you, Shaun? Do you really want the Fighting Spirit Championship? Really, do you? Or do you want more, Shaun? Bigger, better goals."

Moving toward the camera, Ash narrows his eyes and tilts his head to the left.

Ash: "If you can answer that question with honesty, Shaun, then you'll know the outcome of our match. Because I want the belt, Shaun. I want all of the fun that comes with it. The stipulations. The challenges. The constant battle to prove your worth against the other Champions in the promotion. Looking at your stats, Shaun, you're the worst performing Champion on the roster, not having won a single defence so far. That's bad, Shaun. Bottom of the barrel. How are you going to scrape yourself out of that predicament? Beat me? Not bloody likely, boy, I can assure you of that. You haven't got the heart or commitment for a belt like that. The way I see it, that belt is revenge for the hockey stick. I hit you, you hit me. Spite is a nasty thing, always going back and forth."

Moving closer still, Ash positions himself so that only his face is visible on the screen and begins breathing heavily, causing the lens to mist over. Ash waits a few seconds for the mist to clear, then smirks.

Ash: "Fifty three weeks ago, Shaun, you lost the Flycore Championship at Nensai Senjou. It's going to happen to you again, Shaun. Same arena, same event."

Again, Ash breathes heavily and mists the lens up.

Ash: "You're definitely right about one thing though, Shaun. You're walking out the same way you walked in. Through the door. Except, when you leave, you'll be missing something. Something shiny. Something important. Something of mine."

With the lens still misted over, Ash brings his finger into the shot and draws a smiley face on the glass. Ash smirks at the camera and spins around on the spot, before walking away to bring the scene to an end.

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Shaun Wilson: "For some who claims to have exhausted himself talking about me. He sure has plenty to say."

Shaun smirks as he comes into view. Shaun is shirtless only thing touching his body is his necklace and of course the Fighting Spirit Championship that's draped over his shoulder.

Shaun Wilson: "So Ash Koopa wants to talk about Fighting Spirit. Let's talk about Fighting Spirit. Let's talk about me, Shaun Wilson. Let's talk about December two thousand and six. That was the month and year I joined Full Intensity Wrestling. For the earlier stages of my career I was winless. My first match was December twentieth of that year. I didn't win a match until May sixteenth of two thousand seven."

Shaun nods his head as he looks directly into the screen.

Shaun Wilson: "That's almost five months to be exact. FIVE MONTHS without a single win. Just a bunch of close but no cigars. A bunch of should've, would've, could've. Any normal man would've packed his bags and left. Not knowing of what the future would bring. But you see Ash, I'm not normal. Underneath all the jewelry and custom suits is a fighter Ash. Five months without a win and let's fast forward to now."

The camera zooms out to see Shaun standing there with his outstretched arms.

Shaun Wilson: "Two years later, two time Flycore Champion. Two time Tag Team Champion. Current Fighting Spirit Champion. I've done more in my career here in FIW than you have amassed. I won the Tag Team titles Ash....can you say that? I won a singles title before you did Ash. FIW's former doormat was winning titles....all the while FIW's resident goofball was doing....."

The camera zooms in on Shaun's diamond smile.

Shaun Wilson: "Nothing! I got nominated for an FIW award back then....but you didn't. And what you do? You cried like a little whiny ass baby and walked out of these doors. That's what you do Ash. You whine, bitch, and moan. Since Violent Fetish it's been nothing but, "Oh Shaun Wilson stole my belt. It's not fair, he didn't pin me. So I should still be champion. Oh woe it's me." Ash stop okay....you're humiliating yourself. And then when it can get no worst. You stoop to elementary school level insults. "Oh your mom is fat. Or go back to your ghetto hut black boy!"

Shaun drops his head and shakes it in disgust.

Shaun Wilson: "It's two thousand and nine Ash. Grow up, and put on your big boy pants. Stop whining and man up! You're labeled the Reading Reaper right? Shit ever since you lost this belt you've became the Reading Weeper. I've never seen a man cry as much as you since......"

Shaun looks around trying to conjure up an answer.

Shaun Wilson: "You know, I don't think I've ever seen a man cry as much as you. But you wanna talk about me and Fighting Spirit. First time things don't go your way you have a little bitch fit and go crawl in a corner in the fetal position. But I don't have the desire to fight? You tuck tail and then become irrelevant. Then when no one is thinking about you. Ash Koopa returns and becomes the attention whore. And yes you were a whore, and for what?"

Shaun looks into the camera as if actually waiting on a answer from Ash Koopa. He looks at the title belt and adjusts it on his shoulder.

Shaun Wilson: "You got a little fame from it. Then you joined the Rejects. And you weren't even the biggest threat in your camp. Anyone can talk big shit when it's a group with them. But there is safety in numbers right? At this point Ash, I'm tired of you. I'm even more tired of seeing your name and my name in the same match. Whether it's a tag match together, fatal four, triple threat or whatever the case maybe. I tired of you thinking you got some kind of edge over me. Ash you don't have the edge. I'm the Fighting Spirit Champion. I'll be the champ going into the match. And I'll be leaving as that. You see Ash, I don't give a f*ck how I retain this title. It's gonna get retained, and if you don't like how I do it. Then take it from me. Right now you're 0 for 1."

Shaun adjusts the title once more as he stares on at the camera.

Shaun Wilson: "Talk about a draw. IT DOESN'T MATTER ASH. I am the Fighting Spirit Champion. And what about you? All you've done is given yourself false hope. Right now you think because of a draw, my burned back, and a match of your choice the ball is in your court. But oh little do you realize Ash. This is the same song and dance I've been doing since December two thousand six. I get backed into a corner...and I fight right out of it. Since again my wins and losses come into account. I'm gonna to repeat myself. They don't matter Ash. Because at the end of the day. When we both leave the locker room. You'll have your bags, if you have any. And I'll have mine. But I'll have this."

Shaun raises the title high into the air. A look of pure confidence etched across the ghetto hut inhabitant's facial features.

Shaun Wilson: "Shaun Wilson is the walking epitome of Fighting Spirit. I've beat you before, regardless of what you think. I've done it twice. And this European catch as can match won't change anything. What don't think I can go without throwing a punch? Think I can't combine moves together? I'll prove your little theory incorrect."

Shaun turns his back to the camera showing off his "war wound". He then turns back to the camera. Wilson licks his lips and tilts his head slightly.

Shaun Wilson: "I'll be almost one hundred percent come Nensai. And if I don't I'll still go at you. I doesn't matter to me. And don't think I'm just aimlessly walking into this match. I'm doing my "homework" and refining my wrestling skills. I see your all giddy at the fact I can't fly around the ring. Guess you took out one of my weapons. Oh what will I do now?"

Overacting is oh so evident as Shaun even looks to be in despair about not being to use his lucha skills.

Shaun Wilson: "I'll be ready Ash. You know I'll be ready. And to answer your questions. You ask how is it a win. Oh trust me Ash it's a win in my book. Why? Because I still got the title, and you don't. Draw it may be but the outcome didn't cause me to lose this belt. I'm not gonna lose this belt, you'll have to pry it from my rich, ghetto ass. You're gonna have to beat me to death, and I do mean to death. To the very last inch of my life. That's how bad I want this Ash....."

Shaun walks away but suddenly turns around.

Shaun Wilson: "And to answer question number three. I wouldn't have won this title if I didn't want it. The effort in and out of FIW rings I spent fighting for it would've been nearly for naught. I WANT IT ALL ASH. I WANT IT ALL! AND YOU AREN'T GONNA STOP ME FROM GETTING IT! Get ready for you last chance at this title as long as I have it."

Shaun backpedals from the lens and swings around walking off as the scene fades.
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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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