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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 14 2009, 12:23 AM (34 Views) | |
| Ash | Feb 14 2009, 12:23 AM Post #1 |
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Capt. Ash Kapow~!
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Get it on. The scene fades in, opening inside of a hotel room. The room and its permanent decor are inconsequential. The only thing of any true interest is the figure kneeling on the floor wearing a black bath robe and clutching a frying pan. Staring coldly into the camera, Ash Koopa whacks the pan in his left with a large, wooden spoon in his right hand. Ash: "Prime!" Smacking the pan again, Ash takes a deep breath and tilts his head back slightly. Ash: "Prime!" Suddenly, Ash erupts and begins bashing the pan repeatedly with the spoon, creating a deafening, tin sound that would drive any normal person insane. As randomly as it began, Ash stops and throws the items to one side. Ash: "Do I have your attention, Prime? Have I got it? Are you listening?" Pausing for a moment, Ash carefully eyes the camera. Ash: "Oh, what do I really care? Regardless of whether you are listening or not, I have a story to tell you. Not a story of history like before, but one of myth and legend. A story - a tale - that is quite appropriate, considering that we are in Scotland, with its rolling valleys, lochs castles." A smirk creeps onto Ash's face. Ash: "See, Scotland is notorious for spirits inhabiting human bodies in order to commit grave mis-doings. Spirits, Prime, do you get that? And I don't mean whisky or vodka. I am referring, of course, to the paranormal sort of thing. Not ghosts, but spirits. And when spirits take a host, their normal goal is take control of their environment, which would mean ruling the land. In order to do that, they go for the royalty. The spirits take the crown in a well-planned game of ecto-chess by any means necessary. And it's scary to watch the two existences clash in battle." With the smirk still on his face, Ash nods solemnly to the camera. Ash: "I am inhabited, Prime. Did you know that? I have a spirit inside of me. The Fighting Spirit." Opening his bath robe, Ash reveals a pair of black boxers and the Fighting Spirit Championship, strapped around his waist. Ash: "The Fighting Spirit is coming for the crown. The Dual Crown. And whilst this encounter will not determine the royalty of Full Intensity Wrestling, it could certainly damage the current prince's status. My goal, Prime, is not to relieve you of your crown, but to make you cherish what little time you have with it. I may not be the one to take it from you, but I will be the beginning of your downfall. I will take down the first of the foundations of your fortress. And I will ignite the fire that torches your era as Champion." Moving up from his knees, Ash now chooses to squat in front of the camera and peels the belt away from around his waist. Holding it up by the strap in his left hand, Ash glances over and admires the gleaming Fighting Spirit Championship. Ash: "Champion versus Champion. It's been done before and I'm sure you know how it works. Establish the ground rules and prove the top dog can beat anyone; even another Champion. But what if that lesser Champion has more drive, more determination and more hunger than all of the other Champions combined? What if he realises he has nothing to lose and is going to put it all on the line in their close encounter? What then, Prime? Are you so good already that you need not do anything different to save your dignity? Or are you going to dig down deep for something special, only to ask for the help of your peers? Can you do it yourself and prove your worth, or will the House help you? And Jim? And Sean? Can you, the Dual Crown Champion, stand tall and beat the Fighting Spirit Champion in a one-on-one contest to see who the better man is? Or will you, Prime, concede early and beg for the assistance of others?" Lowering the belt onto his shoulder, Ash smirks into the camera. Ash: "I have no allies. I have the respect of certain individuals, but no allies. No-one willing to interfere on my behalf. You have a barrage of people working with you. The odds are not in my favour coming into this match, except for the psychological factor of holding a victory over you." Raising his right hand, Ash extends his index finger, as if counting the win. Ash: "Truly, what do I have to lose? You are bigger. You are stronger. You out-number me. You're desperate to prove you deserve those belts that sit on your mountain-like shoulders. But I'm desperate too. I'm hungrier. I'm crazier. I'm all alone and I'm an easy target, but that doesn't mean I'm going to fall. I'm going to step on your toes, Prime, and punch you in the mouth. The nightmare may be mine, but nightmares are only psychological and everyone survives them. Dreams, on the other hand, can fade. Your reign is a dream come true, but it will fade, Prime, I promise you of that. My nightmare is ongoing, but is something I will come out of unscathed. My mind will be a mess, as will your face." A slight chuckle escapes his lips as Ash pushes himself up to his feet. Ash: "Bring the abomination, Prime, because I look forward to staring into your eyes and showing no fear. I ask, though, are you capable of looking into the eyes of the nightmare child?" Moving closer to the camera, Ash flashes a wicked smirk. Ash: "Prime?" With that said, Ash throws his head back in laughter. Laughing only for a few seconds, before lurching forward and pressing his face against the camera. With only his left eye in view, Ash's gaze dances around rapidly inside of the lens, before the scene comes to a close. [align=center][end][/align] |
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