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| Ash | Jul 22 2007, 03:12 PM Post #1 |
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Capt. Ash Kapow~!
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A little something to make me sweeter. Cutting away from the fantastic party that is the official Summer of Sin Cookout, we open in what can only be described as an old and dilapidated gym. The room is mainly dark, with the exception of the light that shines through several dirt-stained windows at the top of the wall and two unshielded bulbs hanging from the ceiling. From the far side of the building, Ash Koopa emerges from behind a set of double doors, wearing red tracksuit bottoms and a white vest, topped off by a red sweatband wrapped around his head. Making his way across the wooden floor, Ash pays no attention to the camera, and instead walks up to a dust-covered punch bag and hits it with a hard forearm smash. Ash: "Screw the cook-off.." He nails the punch bag again, this time with a left forearm, sending a cloud of dust spiralling into the air, before slowly dropping toward the ground. Ash: "Whilst they're out drinking.." Again, Ash hits the punch bag with a right forearm, causing the rusted chains to creak under the strain. Ash: "I'm here training.." Taking a step back, Ash lifts his right leg and kicks the bottom of the punch bag, sending it swinging away from him. As it swings back toward him, Ash stands his ground and takes the punch bag against his shoulder, almost knocking him off-balance. Ash: "I'm gonna be a Tag Team Champion.." That said, Ash headbutts the punch bag and dazes himself slightly. Ash shakes off the effects and headbutts the bag a second time, then a third time, before laying into it with quick left and right shots that would be aimed at the ribs of a potential opponent. Whilst Ash continues this regime, the scene quickly fades to black. [align=center]===[/align] The scene returns, still in the old gym, but focused on an old boxing ring with one set of ropes missing. Ash is sat on the edge of the ring, drinking from a bottle of water with his vest in his right hand. As he sets the bottle down on the apron, he wipes his face with the shirt, carefully drying the skin around the welt caused by Crackerjack from last week. Ash: "I don't get it. What exactly are the Tanaka Zaibatsu trying to achieve here in Full Intensity Wrestling? Beyond grabbing hold of as much gold as possible, by whatever means possible, I can't put my finger on Daisuke's master plan. He has one, it's obvious, but what the plan actually is as obscure to me as anything. It's obvious he has one, otherwise he wouldn't have amassed himself a contingent of skilled fighters to watch his back at every given opportunity.." Slowly, Ash peels off his sweatband and throws it to the floor, revealing small scars on his forehead where Momoko used a stapler on him. Ash runs his hand through his bleached locks and sighs to himself. Ash: "The three-person group and a number of faceless, nameless henchmen attacked the Revolution on Friday night after they picked up the win over Elrick and Ethan Adams. Forgive me if I'm wrong, but aren't the Zaibatsu the ones with the belts, or did I miss something? Surely, they wouldn't want to draw attention to themselves and get Nightmare and Grant Rice hunting them down again. The Zaibatsu went through Hell and high water to even get their hands on the belts, let alone retain them in recent weeks. Why would they go out of their way to get the attention of the Revolution once again? What benefit is there to the Zaibatsu trying to be the hunters, when in actuality, they're the hunted. Anyone hungry for gold wants to get their hands on Daisuke, Blond and Momoko. And that includes me and 'Jacko." Picking up the bottle of water, Ash takes a swig on the contents and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, before setting it back down on the apron. Ash looks down at the vest in his hands, then back up at the camera. Ash: "Are the Zaibatsu that ignorant that they would actually try to start a war with the Revolution when The Team With No Team are hot on their heels and have been for the last couple of months? The Zaibatsu don't have the man power to maintain a war on two fronts, especially not when Momoko has to be concerned with defending her own Championship. And the Yakuza henchmen are only useful for temporarily incapacitating people, because they're not contracted workers, meaning they can't compete in matches. Take them out of the equation and when it comes down to defending the gold, it's left in the ever capable hands of three individuals.." A smirk crosses Ash's face. Ash: "I have respect for Nightmare and Grant Rice, and I can only believe that El Lumberjacko does as well. That doesn't mean we won't go at it with those guys if we want to win the belts. But it doesn't mean we'll give up our battles with the Zaibatsu to focus on a new enemy. As far as I'm concerned, the Revolution and The Team With No Name are on the same side. I can't tell you who said it, but the old adage 'my enemy's enemy is my friend' certainly applies to this situation. I'll stand across from the Revolution and I'll fight beside them, but I'll never do that with Daisuke and his people. The Zaibatsu doesn't have my respect." Grabbing the bottle, Ash pours some of the contents onto his vest and quickly wipes at his face to remove any remaining sweat. Throwing the vest to the floor, Ash takes another swig on the water and sets the bottle down on the apron once again. Ash: "Don't get me wrong; I admire the Zaibatsu's ethics. I was once that way inclined, cheating and manipulating to get everything I wanted. It got you places quick, but soon became your downfall. And that is exactly what is going to happen come Sunday at the Summer of Sin Pay-Per-View event. Daisuke has put his thumb in too many pies and he just can't handle the different flavours. Two sets of opponents, and he doesn't even need to be pinned to lose the belts. This certainly isn't in your favour, Daisuke. All I can say is this.." Jumping down from the apron, Ash motions to his waist with both hands, indicating where a belt may just be in the near future. Ash: "The Tag Team Championships will be going home with Ash Koopa and El Lumberjacko." That said, Ash scoops up his belongings and makes his way for the double doors. He quickly glances over his shoulder at the camera, then walks out of the gym and into whatever lurks behind the door. With nothing else to do or say, the scene fades and brings an end to this promotional piece. [align=center]:: END ::[/align] |
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| Dai | Jul 23 2007, 09:23 AM Post #2 |
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Captain SPARKLE~!!!
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With the sound that abounds, and resounds and rebounds; a right foot makes swift sharp contact with a large, immaculate punching bag. Slowly, the foot is brought down, and the face behind comes into focus. The face belongs to the man who would have you believe that he is the possessor of the fastest right foot in not only FIW, but all the world: Daisuke 'The Crow' Tanaka, baby kicking bastard extraordinaire. Much like his rival, he is in the gym, and much like his rival, he stands before a punchbag, and much like his rival, he is training. The differences between them are merely cosmetic. For example, Daisuke can afford lighting in his gym, and he can afford a cleaner. He can afford Air Conditioning, which buzzes faintly in the background. On the white wall in the background is the large, black outline of a wing, the same wing that adorns the side of his in-ring attire*, but that sees to be the only decoration in the place. And, in a similar manner to his rival once again, Daisuke has a speech to make. Mr. The Crow: You wish to know, Mr. Cooper, why should I want the attention of the Revolution. Quite simply, I do not. The sooner they roll over and die, the better. I am tired of listening to the two of them harp on about their tag team dominance. Their tag team dominance has gone the way of countless species of Dinosaur and is consigned to a history book that shall record three months; and in that time, only one successful defense. BAM! Another high roundhouse kick, just to break up the paragraph. Mr. The Crow: It follows, Mr. Cooper, that the sooner that I give them their contractually guaranteed rematch, the sooner that they are forced to - if you will pardon the crude expression - eat crow. This of course leads to me getting what I want, all the quicker. He pauses to let that sink in. Mr. The Crow: I tell you this, because I have enough respect for you to feel that you perhaps deserve an explanation; although the more I think about it, the more I start to think that that respect is waning. You see, Mr. Cooper, you seem to be something of a bully. This marks the second time that you have invoked a two to one advantage against me. Woe is Daisuke, it seems, at least from his anguished sigh. Still, he struggles on with this. Mr. The Crow: Perhaps I am wrong. Perhaps you do not deserve the explanation but of the four, you are certainly the closest. The simple truth, Mr. Cooper, is that I have the Revolution's measure. I know that their words are empty, I know that they can never achieve even half of what they say they will, and I know that the only way they can win on Sunday is to pin your partner. Back to the kick practise. Two should be enough to ponder the import of his words. Mr. The Crow: Only you, Mr. Cooper has even the potential to be a challenge for me. We all know that your partner is a joke, and the only difference between him and the Revolution is that he has the good grace to admit it. By your own admission, you are different. Or at least you were... Another kick appears at the top of the punch-bag. Mr. The Crow: Were. And another kick. Mr. The Crow: I wonder, Mr. Cooper, how long are you going to keep wasting my time? This good-guy persona that you have crafted for yourself in your time here sickens me. It sickens me that a man of your stature has stooped to this, which it is still clear what he is capable of. No effort to pass on what you have learnt ithrough your career, you just want to amble through the remainder of your career, living off the cheap laughs and past successes... After this he whirls around with a huge leaping rolling solbat, again, with the right foot. Mr. The Crow: In truth, it is a perfectly respectable way to go out; many former stars take half a step back, and compete light-heartedly to finish their professional lives; and in truth, I have no problem with it. My problem lies in the fact that such men are not suitable for championship gold. Once upon a time, they were, but no longer. Perhaps Mr. Cooper, you could still be the man you once were. But if not, please stay out of my way... And that is all we see of Daisuke's training for the mist that obscures the lens of the camera. [size0]* And for that matter, Kiyoshi's, Keita's and Jun's. |
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