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Hear That?; [Ash Koopa]
Topic Started: Feb 4 2009, 11:38 PM (67 Views)
Ash
Capt. Ash Kapow~!
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I'm begging, darling, please.
Cue a cut from static and the scene fades in, opening in a dimly lit hotel room. The walls are painted magnolia with various framed pictures of flowers decorating the area to the left of the screen. The bed is a large double with a small table beside it, whilst a larger desk occupies space on the opposite side of the room. In a slightly all-too-familiar sight, Ash Koopa is sat on the floor with his back against the bed. His knees are clutched to his chest and a smirk sits proudly on his face. Wearing apparently just a black t-shirt and matching underpants, Ash tilts his head to the left and stares into the camera.

Ash: "Hear that, Shaun?"

Pausing, Ash allows Shaun - and the viewing audience - the opportunity to listen.

Ash: "Can you hear it?"

Snapping his head upright, Ash cracks a grin.

Ash: "I know you can, Shaun. I know you can, because that's my voice. You can hear my voice in your head, Shaun, even when I'm not talking. Even when you can't see me, I'm inside that thick skull of yours."

Bringing his right hand up to his head, Ash taps on his temple with his index finger and chuckles to himself.

Ash: "Say what you want now, Shaun, but I know it. I'm in there and I'm not coming out until after Sunday night. You're getting angry. I keep coming at you with the same words every time we meet, regardless of whether I believe them or not. Regardless of whether they are steeped in truth or not. You bite every time, Shaun. I dangle the carrot and you eat the carrot, the string and the stick it was hanging from. And finally, you've had your fill of carrots. Or perhaps it's fried chicken? Should I hang fried chicken on a string for you, Shaun? Would you like that?"

As if expecting an answer, Ash chuckles to himself again and sighs.

Ash: "It doesn't matter what I put in front of you now, Shaun, because you're angry. You've had your fill and you can't take anymore. And that is exactly the position I want you in. You can't deny that you've had enough of me, now. You've seen too much, heard too much, fought too much. The way I see it, you want to dispatch of me as quickly as possible on Sunday when we meet for the final time. Except, I don't think you're going to be able to do it."

A knowing smirk creeps across Ash's face as he looks into the camera.

Ash: "That's not me doubting your abilities, because I've seen what you can do when you've been disrespected in the past. Kai Min-Lee is a perfect example of you setting someone straight. Thing is, Shaun, what are you hoping to achieve from our match. Victory is one thing, but are you looking to win the battle or win the war? Winning the battle means you break my head with a steel chair, resulting in a disqualification and you walking out of that match with the Fighting Spirit Championship still in your possession. But to win the war, Shaun, you have to beat me. No draws. No clever escape clauses. You pin me or you make me submit. If you can do that, Shaun, I'll accept this is over."

With a serious look on his face, Ash nods slowly.

Ash: "Hell, I'll even shake your hand and present you with the belt myself. That is, if you can pin me or make me submit."

The serious expression quickly fades and is replaced by a smirk once more.

Ash: "Can you do that, Shaun? Do you think you can? Or will this just be another case of you taking your aggression out on someone? I've gotten you to this point of rage, and you've admitted yourself that you'll take whatever you can to keep the belt in your possession. Disqualifications, count-outs, whatever. But if you take that route, Shaun, I'll still be coming for you. Perhaps not for the belt, but for the opportunity to make you eat your own damn words and pin you to the mat. We've both made a lot of promises in the last month and neither of us have managed to live up to them yet. If you take a short-cut, you won't have beaten me, Shaun. Only yourself."

Pushing himself up from the floor, Ash positions himself on his knees and shuffles across the carpet toward the camera.

Ash: "I'm giving you an incredible opportunity on Sunday, Shaun Wilson. Overcome your urge to bloody me with a chair or whatever other object you have in mind right now. Look past all of that. Channel your anger and become a better man, Shaun. Be a better man, Shaun. Be the man that you say you are and wrestle me. Don't fight me; wrestle me. Try and pin me. Try and submit me. Prove that you're a worthy figurehead for the Fighting Spirit division and that you deserve the belt. Don't take a coward's way out this time, Shaun. Pin me, submit me. Just prove you're everything you've said you are. Prove to me you're not who I say you are. Win the war, Shaun, and take a clean victory."

A slightly sick smile creeps onto Ash's lips.

Ash: "Be a man, Shaun."

With that said, Ash's face curls up with a big smirk and his eyes light up with glee. He takes a deep breath and stares into the camera, holding his gaze for as long as necessary until the scene fades to a close.

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Fading in, the scene opens in a somewhat familiar location. Again, the camera is within the confines of a hotel room - one with a double bed and magnolia-coloured walls bearing pictures of flowers. Across from the bed is a large desk, littered with a variety of papers, pictures and cans of a mysterious, Japanese-branded soda. The camera rolls for a few moments, with seemingly nothing to focus on, until a head pops up from behind the bed. Slowly, Ash Koopa rises to his feet wearing just black boxer shorts and flashes a grin at the camera.

Ash: "Twenty-four hours, Shaun."

Climbing onto the bed, Ash shuffles across the sheets on his knees and settles himself in the middle, staring into the camera with a smirk on his face.

Ash: "It's been twenty-four hours and I haven't heard a peep out of you, Shaun. Is everything alright? Are you okay?"

A slight chuckle escapes Ash's mouth.

Ash: "Of course you are. I'm sure you're fine. After all, you are the African American Whoop Arse Machine, aren't you? I doubt anything could affect your fine machinery. Except perhaps my words. Are my words eating at you, Shaun? The reason I ask is because you're always so keen to follow up on me, no matter what I say. And whilst twenty-four hours might be pushing it with a normal person, you're far from normal, Shaun. You're half-man, half-"

Trailing off, Ash seemingly allows his eyes to follow the words travelling through the air and cracks an amused smirk.

Ash: "Well, just half a man, I guess. But seriously, where are you, Shaun? You're always right on my tail, picking up on anything I have to say and throwing it back in my face. Am I so far under your skin that you can't come back with anything? Am I buried so deep inside your mind that your thoughts are clouded? Or is it that I have finally put you in your place. I gave you the option to put up or shut up, and I guess that's what you've done. You've chosen to shut up, because you know that anything else you say will surely incriminate you. You know you can't win on Sunday. You know it."

As if to prove his point, Ash nods to the camera.

Ash: "You know, this is awfully peculiar, Shaun. Me responding to myself. As I said, you're always hot on my tail, ready to talk jive. But where are you? Nowhere to be seen, which makes a pleasant change, I must say."

Shifting his position on the bed, Ash decides to sit cross-legged with his hands in his lap.

Ash: "But why is it, Shaun, that you're always the one responding to me? Why am I never responding to you? I always get the first word in and you always follow up with your contributions. You never fire the first shot. Ever. Why is that? Afraid that I'll tear you and your pointless words up? Or is it because you don't have anything worthwhile to say and you know it? Are you feeding off of me, Shaun? Like a leech? Are you lacking so much in the charisma department that you can't start a war of words because you don't know the first thing about talking trash? You might like to sit high and mighty, reminding everyone that you're black. But really, Shaun, you're green."

A smirk creeps over Ash's face once more.

Ash: "A little green rookie, riding on luck and a bad attitude. Never knowing what to do or what to say. That's why Zesboca Devani gave up on you. More importantly, it's why Daisuke Tanaka was willing to take you on board with the Zaibatsu. He didn't see potential, Shaun, no. He saw a young man who wanted to get a break in life and was willing to do anything. For a small price, Daisuke let you into his twisted world. The world of a depraved businessman. And now, you see that as being your gold standard and it certainly explains all the flash. You might have different visions of grandeur compared to Tanaka, but you all want the same thing, no matter the cost."

Leaning forward with his legs still crossed, Ash plants his hands into the sheets.

Ash: "That cost, Shaun Wilson, is the Fighting Spirit Championship."

Returning to his initial position with his legs crossed, Ash's eyes narrow.

Ash: "You never have anything worthwhile to say before a match. You only dissect your opponent's words and tell that the past means nothing. And you rarely prove your worth in matches. I'd refer you to your track record with that belt, but it doesn't count for anything, does it? I'd say to look at our past encounters, where I've knocked you out and thrown you in fire, but again, it doesn't matter because it was in the past. What about those scars on your back, Shaun? Are they history too? Is the pain you experience whenever you put on an item of clothing in the past? Or when you lay down to go bed, is that in the history? You can't deny me that, Shaun. Physically and mentally, I am your past and you know damn well that I matter."

A smirk slowly creeps across Ash's face.

Ash: "I'm your past, I'm your present and I'm your God-damn future, Shaun Wilson. You better learn to love me, because I am inside your head and I am dominating your memories. My voice is in your head and my personality is seared into your flesh."

With his right hand, Ash beckons for the camera to come closer. As per instructions, it zooms in towards Ash, focusing on his upper body.

Ash: "The only thing you can do to free yourself, Shaun, is to keep your mouth shut and prove me wrong. Pin me, Shaun. Or make me submit. Keep that title the proper way. No short-cuts. Be a man, or else I'll make sure I take that privilege away from you. I'll cut your balls off and put them in a jar until you beat me cleanly in the middle of the ring. Prove me wrong, boy."

On that note, Ash pushes himself up and rolls across the bed to plant his feet on the floor. Ash looks over his shoulder at the camera and sneers, then walks out of the shot and into the bathroom. With nothing else to focus on, the scene quickly fades and comes to a close.

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Shaun Wilson: "Ahem....."

The scene opens with Shaun sitting there smiling brightly.

Shaun Wilson: "Now that I finally got some time to myself. I guess I can address my opponent for Nensai Soujou. Ash Koopa you've had plenty to say. I'm impressed, by now you would've shutup."

Shaun leans back in his seat and kicks his feet up on the table.

Shaun Wilson: "I know you like to think you're getting under my skin. But no Ash.....mission unaccomplished. What you seen was me getting tired of the same ole song and dance. I'm tired of facing you not because I'm better than you or vice versa. FIW has more prestigious wrestlers on the roster. Not to say you don't have any prestige. I'm just saying they're higher on the food chain."

Shaun shrugs his shoulders as he rubs his head.

Shaun Wilson: "I'm sorry Ash if I didn't respond to you as fast as you like. But I am working on future business endeavors. Like I said along time ago. When it's all said and done. I will retire from wrestling. I won't let it retire me. And I plan on doing this for a long time. But back to you Mr. Koopa. Ash you could never put me in my place. No matter how hard you try. How many times you knock me out or burn me. I'll be right back in your face. That's who I am Ash. After a year of this you should've realized that by now."

Shaun shakes his head as he stares at the camera.

Shaun Wilson: "When it comes to you Ash, why should I shoot the first shot? It's so much fun to sit back and watch you talk. I mean you're only gonna say so much, so I just let you get your little rant and then have at it. I've fired many of "first shots" but it's entertainment at it's best when it's you. You're so delusional it's comical. You always bring up that hockey stick....I know I told you it doesn't bother me. But I see you like to mention it. Hey if that's your claim to fame then so be it."

Shaun turns his head and almost like they're linked a golden glint appears on Shaun's face. Remember someone did say that the FSC was around Mr. GQ like a forcefield.

Shaun Wilson: "Ash...Ash...Ash. For a guy who loves to play with someone's mind. I wish you would actually watch what is happening. First Mr. Koopa it was I that dumped Miss Devani. I opted for "greener pastures" so I took that route. And what did it get me? It got me a singles title. In fact wasn't it way before you held a title in FIW? It got me noticed. And I thank Mr. Tanaka for the opportunity. Now you Ash....did you ditch Jacko for "greener pastures?" I think....and this is my personal opinion. You left because while you were being the "lovable goof" it was the LuchaJack that was getting all the shine. I think...and again it's my personal opinion that Ash Koopa was jealous. It's cool. Nothing wrong with it."

Shaun turns his head from the title and the glint goes away. He gives the lens a thumbs up. Almost to tell the Reading Reaper that it's okay to be a little envious.

Shaun Wilson: "We're gonna fast forward because I don't have much time to do the chronicles of Koopa. You found your way into the Rejects. And though I don't have you in my Fav5 or on my myspace page. I have to admit you did your thing. But......"

Shaun raises his hand. His palm facing the camera lens as his attention fixates on the title. That golden glint returns as a smile etches his face.

Shaun Wilson: "Again Ash you let that envy you hold deep down within you eat you up. Couldn't deal with the fact someone else was the leader going into that gang warefare match? But again it's cool. You have that hunger for more, and I like that. But....."

Shaun goes right back to that posture. You know with his hand all in the lens.

Shaun Wilson: "I'm here to put you on a diet. To "curb" your appetite so to speak. I'm the hungriest wrestler on this roster. A green little rookie? Back in two thousand and three I would agree with you. I'm headed towards six years in the ring. A rookie I'm surely not. You see Ash...I try my damn hardest not to let things in my past dictate what I do in the present or in the future. Sure my back was in incredible pain. It sucked doing things. But this is the game we play. I accept all that comes with it. I'm not gonna pout about it. It is what it is. I got burns on my back.....so what? When that bells rings whatever happened prior to that goes out the window."

Shaun pulls his feet off the table and leans forward where his elbows are on his laps.

Shaun Wilson: "When it's match time it's business time. It's time to work, so you either stand up or get rolled over. Mr. Koopa you are not my past. You are my present. My stepping stone to the future. And then when I dispatch myself of you. Then you become my past. So don't worry about my burns. Don't worry about my wins and my losses. Don't worry about how I keep this title."

Shaun stops for a quick second. As he looks down at the floor.

Shaun Wilson: "Then again you should worry."

See told you it was quick.

Shaun Wilson: "You should worry. Because you know very well I can go toe to toe with you. You might have knocked me out. But I made you tap. I think you left a hand print in the canvas with how fast and hard you were beating on it."

Shaun starts to laugh as he smacks the couch he's sitting on. After a few slaps he turns his head back to his "forcefield" achieving that gold glint.

Shaun Wilson: "One thing I'll never do is let anyone, especially someone of your caliber talk down to me. So I will respond you can believe that. As far as hitting you with a chair or any kind of weapon. I leave that kinda shit to you okay Wayne Gretzky. A year ago I wanted to cave your skull in with anything. Now...I just don't care anymore. In fact can you even name one time I ever hit you with a foreign object? So....why would I hit you now Koopa?"

Shaun continues to stare at the title as he reaches for it. He slings the title over his shoulder and continues to gaze at it. Mainly the main plate right above his name.

Shaun Wilson: "Koopa I've been a man. And I plan on ending this. My question to you is when I beat you. Are you really gonna be man enough to shake my hand? Can you bring yourself to look me right in my eyes. And tell me "congratulations Shaun?" You let that marinate Ash. I have business to tend to. Expect to hear from me again."

Shaun turns and starts to walk off from cameraview. A bright shine of gold is still in the scene. As a door opens and closes the sight of gold disappears. A second later.....FADE
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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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