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Come On Down; [Clay Krueger]
Topic Started: Jul 30 2010, 09:03 AM (43 Views)
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[align=center]TAKE ME TO A HOTEL ROOM
AND TIE ME TO THE BED OF MY MISTAKES
KISS ME LIKE I PAID FOR THIS
PLEASE DON'T STOP TILL YOU'VE RAPED ALL MY FAITH
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Smoke fills the staging as ‘Sick or Sane‘ pulses through the arena, before a series of small pyro explosions around the ReVoltrons signals the arrival of Dr. Clay ‘Chainsaw’ Krueger. The self-absorbed former psychiatrist emerges wearing a snazzy pair of sunglasses as the smoke clears.

[align=center]AND THE WHITE COATS, JUST DON'T GET IT
I'M A GENIUS, WITH A HEADACHE
AND THE WHITE COATS, JUST DON'T GET IT
I'M A GENIUS, WITH A HEADACHE
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Krueger takes centre stage to raise his arms high in the air earning himself a chorus of jeers as he peers out into the audience, a smirk adorning his face. Krueger heads down to the ring, he avoids touching the fans as they reach out in his face.

MA: Please welcome to the arena, CLAY ‘CHAINSAW’ KRUEGER!

[align=center]AM I A LITTLE SICK OR A LITTLE SANE?
AM I A LITTLE SICK OR A LITTLE SANE?
AM I A LITTLE SICK OR A LITTLE SANE?
'CAUSE I FEEL A LITTLE SICK
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Clay stoops into the ring and snatches the microphone away from Michael Anderson. Clay intimidates the ring announcer out of the ring and takes the spotlight for himself, stood alone in the middle of the ring.

Clay: “So you want to play it like that do you? I tell you that I WILL call you out as soon as you UTTER my name and you think that’s some sort of idle threat??? Hell boy, that’s not me. I follow through on my promises.”

Krueger’s sunglasses obviously hide bruised eyes, his right wrist is strapped up (meaning he holds the microphone unusually in his left) and a plaster remains over the cut suffered at the hands of the ‘Milehigh Madman’.

Clay: “I put you out, dress it up as you will but I take the rightful credit for it. I defeated you when you were self-proclaimed leader of Grandeur and I disrespected you so much you felt you had to leave. Tell the people the TRUTH because it’s all you have left. We all see through the lies and the mediocrity.”

Krueger sneers, he actually does seem pretty fired up today. Strange. His Tag Team Championship belt is removed from his waist and placed on his shoulder, symbolic of Clay’s lack of mediocrity. Wilson had a chance at that very title against the BFO if you’ll remember, the team that Hollywood Chainsaw Massacre defeated originally for those very straps.

Clay: “Before that match I made it crystal clear I didn’t respect your leadership or his status as a competitor. I said that you were all washed up and I was proved right. Comprehensive victory, dominant victory. Freudian Slip and DOWN GOES ANOTHER WILSON! Then I moved onto William James and put him out too. Grandeur, killed by Clay Krueger.”

A smirk appears on his face, surely he is recalling the three beautiful victories over Quincy, Shaun and then ‘The Icon’ as Krueger put himself on the map by destroying the unit.

Clay: “You can lie all you like about the lack of injuries but let’s focus on the real issue here, I said you should be ashamed to show your face and rather fittingly you’re wearing a mask. Bravo! Finally, you get something right! I put you on the shelf and just because you’ve had over four months to recover, you think you can make a triumphant return. In fact, let us see and enjoy the very moment…”

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Krueger went in to syntch move, but Shaun managed to release one of his arms from the dreaded hook. Attempting to hoist Clay over his head into a back body drop, but sadly it failed as Clay slammed his fist into the shoulder blade. Hooking the other arm and hoisted Shaun up, sitting down and buried Shaun's head into the mat, leaving him a crumbled heap in the center of the ring. Clay shook his head, looking over to Lara and then to Shaun and hooked the leg. Fuzz got down to his belly and began slapping his hand down for the count.

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TWO


THREE
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Krueger shot up to his feet, spitting down on the canvas next to Shaun and wiped the sweat from his brow. Looking very pleased with himself, Clay had accomplished what he set out to do. Laughing to the heavens, or the arena ceiling as he felt the glory of what he set out to do sink into his pores. Clay stopped his moment of enjoyment and stared straight into the camera, his eyes burning with the passions of desire as he set his sights and said the words "William, you're next!" Only to laugh loudly, basking in the boo's of the audience that loathed him so. Sauntering out of the ring and pandered to the crowds hatred of his antics.

Clay: “I dropped you on your head Shaun and look what happens, you get injured. And don’t play that old ‘I had a match after yours’ card because I know Bret Hart had several matches after his injuries suffered in the Goldberg contest, yet it’s certain that match was the one to finish him off. Same situation. And here you are, back in FIW! But the times have changed. I’m one half of the World Tag Team Champions, one half of the best tag team in the world and that includes any of your life partnerships. I’m the one headed for the Main Event and you’re a footnote trying to get a reputation off of my name. Oh, how the mighty have fallen.”

Krueger now winces slightly as his damaged wrist moves as his body sways, he spends a moment checking the strapping before continuing. The fans are somewhat booing, but Wilson isn’t exactly loved at the moment (aside from the couple of male Wilson-ians in the front row… wait, they are females…) so it’s not a heat-filled atmosphere.

Clay: “You’re correct, though. I did get my ass kicked by Drake Love. I’ll readily admit it, you might have heard me say that I refuse to disrespect Drake or what he did to me. It takes a bigger man than you to admit that he was bested, I am that bigger man. In fact, Shaun, as far as you’re concerned I am the BIGGEST man compared to you.”

He removes his sunglasses, revealing the swelling on his black eyes is retracting but the bruising remains and will remain for a good few weeks.

Clay: “I might have been beat within an inch of my life. I might have been massacred. But… I’m… STILL… standing. You take a beating and you hide at home for four months. Not one story on the dirt sheets, not one report on FIW.com or on ReVolt saying what happened to Shaun Wilson. Just disappeared off the face of the earth. So when you come out here in just a moment, at my leisure, you think about that. You get beaten on, you go home. I get slaughtered and I’m competing on a full schedule.”

Including a six-man tag team match this week featuring Christian Cruz teaming with both Wilson and Clay Krueger.

Clay: “So that’s where we’re different. I’ve got the stones to look Drake in the eye this week at the start of that six-man tag and tell him he was the better man, do you have the balls to do that with me? Of course you don’t. All you want to do is tell me that I’ll need protection from what you do to me. No class, Shaun. That’s always been yours and Quincy’s problem.”

Let’s wrap this up, give Shaun a chance to come out here and avoid making the obvious Neo-protection joke.

Clay: “At this time I’m calling you out. Come on down Shaun! Let’s get this over with so you can go stop your little brother getting his ass kicked by four guys in a bar, seems like he can’t take the sauce. He should really listen to what Neo says. You know, Shaun, I’m probably at about 50% right now. Concussion, fractures, lacerations… but I’m still tougher than you. Come on down here Shaun and kick my ass, I beg of you. Take your best shot.”

Krueger smirks as he lowers the microphone and even places his arms behind his back, having squarely kicked the ball into the court of the returning The Sultan of Swagger…
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I GO H.A.M. blasts on the airwaves. Shaun comes storming out from the backstage area and straight towards the ring. Not a glance at the fans as he makes his way to the ring. He snatches the mic from the ring monkey before making his way up the stairs.

Shaun: "You know what Clay...you're a real piece of work. I can say you beat me with no issues. You win some you lose some. Dress it up Clay. Make yourself sound as great as you can. Fact of the matter is Clay. You beat me and that's it. You didn't hurt me. You could never hurt me. Clay you ain't built like that."

Shaun pulls off his sunglasses and sneers at Clay.

Shaun: "You made it clear along time ago that you don't respect me. That's fine, you don't write my checks so what you think of me don't mean shit. You see Clay.....you're a funny style dude. You out here wanting people to respect you. They should all bask in your greatness. But what have you truly amassed? I've main-evented. And WILL main event soon. Hell I'll do it before you do. I've held the tag titles TWICE. I've won the FLYCORE title TWICE. I've won the FIGHTING SPIRIT CHAMPIONSHIP. I've won the UNDISPUTED INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP. I've had primetime match after primetime match. But I get it Krueger. You want my fame. You want my admiration. It just eats you up that such a "fallen" and "washed up" star has more critical acclailm that you will ever have. These folks out here whether they like me or not. Shaun Wilson IS and WILL be a bigger name than you."

Shaun continues to sneer as he looks at Krueger. He then takes off his suit jacket. Afterwards he rolls up his right sleeve.

Shaun: "I'll play this game with you though. I've had concussions. This right elbow of mine suffered third degree burns in a match that I WON. This scar above my eye came from a hardcore match. I've broken ribs in a match and finished. So don't play me like I'm some wimp. The fact that you're sitting here taking pride in getting beat the fuck up is a sign that you ain't a factor to me."

Shaun rolls his sleeve back down and slides back on. He puts his sunglasses on. A smirk hits Shaun's face.

Shaun: "Why would I say something about you needing protection? I'm gonna kick your ass Clay. On my time. Not when you want me to especially now. So you can walk out here and talk about how I beat you at 50 percent. That's you Clay. You need an excuse. A reason for you to not sound as bad as it seems. Just because you beat me doesn't mean you're the better man. That means you got me that day. But to appease your little bruised body and ego....."

Shaun continues to smirk.

Shaun: "Clay Krueger beat me. Clay can never do it again folks but he did it once. I could go on to beat him three or four times afterwards but Clay will say some silly shit like he beat me first so those other wins won't count or some extremely stupid response. For such a doctor you're really fucking stupid. A man without class you certainly are. A man who NEEDS to make up shit. It's cool be that liar that you are while Shaun Wilson is the truth. I encourage to shy away from getting protection. But when I get you Clay......"

Shaun steps up in Clay's face.

Shaun: "You're done. Go find people that I ACTUALLY put on the shelf. Ask Chris Cage how many times I've left him beaten mentally, physically, and emotionally. He's the prime example of what happens when you play with me the wrong way. You don't wanna be that guy Clay. Now I'm about to go and chill. Respond...do what you gotta do. Because right now they fall on death ears."

Shaun backs off and makes his way to the ropes.

Shaun: "You wanna be me, and it eats you up inside."

Shaun throws the mic that lands right next to him as Shaun's music hits. He smirks at Clay and shakes his head as he drops from the apron and makes his way to the back. Talk about not wanting to hear whatelse someone has to say.
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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>




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Clay watches as Shaun leaves the ring, then walks up the ramp amid shrugs from the man known as ‘Chainsaw’. He holds the microphone up giving Shaun a chance to return to listen to him talk but judging by Shaun’s last words, he isn’t interested. Clay turns to the fans with a rather similar smirk to the one Wilson was sporting moments ago.

Clay: “And there you go, folks, proof that Delusion is still alive and well in FIW! I’ll say the same about Shaun Wilson as I did Drake Love last week, his list of accomplishments is impressive. But as far as Wilson is concerned, all of his achievements are in the past… passed. You won the Flycore title twice… but you lost it twice etc. etc. Whereas me? I talk about the present day. I talk about this World Tag Team Championship belt on my shoulder because it is relevant.”

The battered and probably painful body of Krueger begins to tell, he speeds up his speech so he also can get to the back and ‘chill’.

Clay: “But Shaun I stopped trying to the next anything a long time ago. I stopped trying to be the next Keith Williams or the next anybody else because it’s my ambition to become the first Clay Krueger. Maybe you’ve seen while you’ve been at home… I’ve well and truly established myself as the crème de la crème of the roster. My name is the on the lips of my peers and fans as the next challenger to a major championship, not yours. So I think it’s safe to say that one day I may have been knocking on your door, all those months ago. Then all of a sudden, I passed you. But let’s see who’s the big man come Sunday getting the win for our team…”

Clay drops the microphone, then kicks it over the mat towards Michael Anderson stood on the outside. MA catches it rather well and Clay glares at him as he accepts the whoops from the crowd. Krueger steps out of the ring and carefully steps down to ringside before he too heads to the back, satisfied his word was kept.
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