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| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 25 2009, 01:27 PM (63 Views) | |
| Token | Mar 25 2009, 01:27 PM Post #1 |
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Shaun Wilson
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The scene opens with Shaun Wilson sitting in Club Liquid-Life in Cardiff, Wales. He looks over to his right. Shaun: "Now? Are you serious?" The camera pans around just in time to catch Jeff Noon nearly stumbling into a girl. Jeff: "Shaun....I'm just doing my job." The camera refocuses on Shaun who looks less than amused as he stares at Jeff. Shaun: "Can you not be anymore of a dork Jeff? Damn....you would think as much as you interview me. Some kind of style or an ounce of swagger would appear." Jeff nods his head more so to stay on Shaun's good? side. Shaun turns around in his seat and looks at the club patrons enjoying a mix of rhythm and blues fused with house. He then turns towards Jeff....who looks like he wants to say something. Jeff: "Speaking of the other three men. How do you think you're gonna hold up?" Shaun: "You're serious....we're in the club. A nightclub that's playing loud music and you want to interview me?" Jeff looks to Shaun who turns his head to look out on the dance floor. Jeff: "This might be the only chance I get to interview you." Shaun looks at Jeff and after a few moments Shaun turns around and calls the bartender over. Shaun: "Can I get a double shot of cranberry and vodka?" The bartender walks off as Shaun then turns his attention to Jeff as he sits waiting on his drink. Shaun: "C'mon Jeff.....since you picked here of all places." Jeff shrugs his shoulders. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his little notes. After flipping a few pages he stops on and glares down at it. Meanwhile the bartender has placed Shaun's drink in front of him. Mr. GQ reaches for his cash and pays him accordingly. Shaun: "Keep the change." Shaun looks over to Jeff and frowns. Shaun: "So....." Shaun rolls his eyes a bit before taking a sip of his drink. Shaun: "Sometime today Jeff." Jeff nods as he looks over to Shaun. Jeff: "Pkay....Shaun this is your shot at the Fighting Spirit Championship. Why have you been so quiet in recent weeks?" Shaun takes another sip from his class. He then smiles as he looks to Noon. Shaun: "There is no particular reason Jeff. I've just chilled out and watched the festivities. I mean I had a rematch clause so why I be worried about a shot when I'm due one? This isn't the circumstances I wanted but it is what it is Jeff. Whether it's just me and Ash. Or Me, Ash, & Harrison. Or Ash, Harrison, Matt...erm Jorge and myself. The outcome will remain the same. I will be walking out of Anarchy with the Fighting Spirit title draped over my shoulder." Jeff: "So the fact that it's a submission match...." Shaun: "Means absolutely nothing Jeff. Ash has made me tap. I have made Ash tap. Not to quite sure of Harrison and the Celtic Crossface, but one thing I do know. Is who Jorge has he made tap?" Jeff nods at Shaun's response to his question he never asked. He looks down at his pad again before glancing up at the former Fighting Spirit Champion. Jeff: "Point well taken. Shaun this match is another one marked in you and Ash's storied rivalry. Do you think it'll ever end?" Shaun cracks a smile after another sip of the drink. Shaun: "Me and Ash agreed on this being over sure enough. I could careless about Ash and I know the feeling is mutual. But this isn't about our rivalry. This is about who "suppose" to be the holder of the Fighting Spirit Championship." Shaun takes another sip. Jeff: "What do you think of Ash's comments?" Shaun: "They were kinda funny. I mean he thinks the only way I would've gotten face time is by using my rematch clause. And like I said earlier. The rivalry was in full swing way before the Fighting Spirit title was involved. This rivalry was based on the fact we were trying to prove who was the better man. The fact that this match is a fatal four-way was strictly coincidence. Matt Wilmes or Jorge whatever you wanna call the mongoloid is just cannon fodder. Ash you should really pay attention to what you say. Last pay per view I showed you I can wrestle. The inferno match showed you I can go without using my lucha skills. So...now I'm a "ghetto" street fighter? No Ash....I'm pound for pound the best this company has. Unlike you Ash I don't have to brawl. Same goes for you Harrison. And Jorge....let's just say you need to hang it up when it comes to lucha. It's not your thing. And come Anarchy this Fighting Spirit title won't be either of you guy's thing. It'll be mine." Shaun takes a huge gulp from the glass before resting it back on the bartop. Shaun: "I've been just sitting around Jeff. But now that you've asked for this interview, I guess I will speak my mind. Harrison thinks he's just gonna run through me. Harrison wants me to stay out of the way. Those two things aren't gonna happen. This is the big stage Harrison, where I perform my best. You see O' Reilly, you're going into this match all the wrong way. Look at you, trying to lobby for an alliance with Jorge. Besides why would you wanna align yourself up with someone of his "caliber" unless you're looking to lose. Ash I need not saying anything else. This cash-cow has in our little game of one-upping each other speaks for itself." Shaun looks out the corner of his eye and spots a young lady. He turns and smiles at her. She sees him and smiles in return. They lock eyes for a moment. After what seems like an eternity(like ten seconds) Shaun waves the lady over. Shaun: "Harrison and Jorge have about a snowballs chance in hell to win this match. And Ash......" Shaun looks to the lady and whispers something in her ear. Obviously it was something she wanted to hear because she blushes and smiles. Mr. Wilson then turns to Jeff Noon. Shaun: "To quote Tupac Shakur. "I ain't a killer, but don't push me!" See you Sunday boys. I got some "business" to take care Mr. Noon. See you some other time." Jeff just looks on as Shaun and his new "aquaintance" walk away. Jeff turns and looks at the last contents of the drink. He reaches for the glass and takes a sip. His eyes immediately bulge as he begins to cough. Jeff: "How can he drink that stuff." Jeff struggles to talk as he coughs a bit more leaving the scene to fade. |
[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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