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| Token | Feb 11 2009, 12:15 AM Post #1 |
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Shaun Wilson has finished walking up the aisle of the Tokyo Dome and stepped through the curtains in the back. A long deep breath is taken as he drops his head for a brief moment. A smirk etches Shaun's face as he walks down the corridors of the Tokyo Dome. And yes people he's a little lighter. Not in skin complexion, but in weight as he walks without the Fighting Spirit Championship. The sadness is evident on Shaun's face as he continues the long walk to his dressing room. Shaun Wilson: "Back to the drawing board." His smirk reappears on his face, but not so much of him being confident. More so to hide the enormous frustration on his face and the amount welling inside of him. As he nears his locker room clapping starts. Shaun looks around to see who it is clapping and it's a few of the stage hands. As he stands there bewildered more clapping soon joins in. Suddenly referees, interviewers, and stage monkeys are all applauding Shaun. He just looks before walking off, not really paying any mind to the attempt to cheer him up. All you hear is the slam of a locker room door as Shaun walks off. The camera stays fixated on the "support group" as they look on. Through the magic of t.v. or possibly another camera setup Shaun is seen sitting in his locker room looking down into this bag. He snatches up a towel and drapes it over his shoulder. He snatches off his wristbands and chunk them into the bag. Every movement he makes gives off the stigma of deep frustration on his part. Mr. GQ gets up and walks to his locker. Shaun wears a venomous look on his face as he grabs the bottle of body wash. Seeing his reflection Shaun just stares at it. Shaun Wilson: "You dropped the ball Shaun. You dropped the damn ball!" Shaun mumbles those words to himself as he continues to stare. The mere image of himself causes Shaun to drive his foot right into the mirror cracking it. Shaun grabs the locker door and flings it close causing a huge clanging noise. Shaun nods his head as he grabs his personal hygiene bag. Shaun Wilson has finished walking up the aisle of the Tokyo Dome and stepped through the curtains in the back. A long deep breath is taken as he drops his head for a brief moment. A smirk etches Shaun's face as he walks down the corridors of the Tokyo Dome. And yes people he's a little lighter. Not in skin complexion, but in weight as he walks without the Fighting Spirit Championship. The sadness is evident on Shaun's face as he continues the long walk to his dressing room. Shaun Wilson: "Back to the drawing board." His smirk reappears on his face, but not so much of him being confident. More so to hide the enormous frustration on his face and the amount welling inside of him. As he nears his locker room clapping starts. Shaun looks around to see who it is clapping and it's a few of the stage hands. As he stands there bewildered more clapping soon joins in. Suddenly referees, interviewers, and stage monkeys are all applauding Shaun. He just looks before walking off, not really paying any mind to the attempt to cheer him up. All you hear is the slam of a locker room door as Shaun walks off. The camera stays fixated on the "support group" as they look on. Through the magic of t.v. or possibly another camera setup Shaun is seen sitting in his locker room looking down into this bag. He snatches up a towel and drapes it over his shoulder. He snatches off his wristbands and chunk them into the bag. Every movement he makes gives off the stigma of deep frustration on his part. Mr. GQ gets up and walks to his locker. Shaun wears a venomous look on his face as he grabs the bottle of body wash. Seeing his reflection Shaun just stares at it. Shaun Wilson: "You dropped the ball Shaun. You dropped the damn ball!" Shaun mumbles those words to himself as he continues to stare. The mere image of himself causes Shaun to drive his foot right into the mirror cracking it. Shaun grabs the locker door and flings it close causing a huge clanging noise. Shaun Wilson: "Damn!" Shaun continues to talk to himself as he grabs his personal hygiene bag. He slings it over his shoulder as he walks into the shower area of his room. Shaun rubs his neck trying to knock the kinks out of it. He drops his hands down onto the counter and looks up in the shower room's mirror. Shaun stares at the new reflection. Moments pass that seem like an eternity, but it was only a few seconds. Shaun serious face finally shows a crack. That crack is a smile. |
[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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