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| Prime Position; [Ash Koopa] | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 2 2009, 02:00 PM (44 Views) | |
| Ash | Mar 2 2009, 02:00 PM Post #1 |
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Capt. Ash Kapow~!
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You think that I'm strong; you're wrong. The scene fades in and opens on Ash Koopa staggering awkwardly down a narrow corridor, looking worse for wear. From the purple and silver signage, it would appear to be a Premier Inn - you know, the one advertised by Lenny Henry and his rubber duck. The walls are covered in a cream-pink hybrid wallpaper and are lined with wooden doors and small signs advertising the hotel restaurant. Clutching the Fighting Spirit Championship to his chest with his right hand and pulling a suitcase with his left, Ash stumbles toward the camera with a slight limp - his black cargos and white t-shirt looking worn and scruffy. Coming to a stop, Ash leans to his right and rests his head against the wall, allowing the camera to focus on a large welt under his left eye. Ash: "I didn't want to stay in Aberdeen any longer.." Pushing himself upright, Ash sighs and drags the suitcase forwards another few steps before stopping outside a door. Ash: "I don't know if it was the booking or the Highland air, but it played havoc with my head. It clouded my mind in such a way that I couldn't handle it. I needed to get away as quickly as possible. Fear was manifesting itself.." Digging into a pocket with his left hand, Ash produces a swipe card and eyes it carefully. Ash puts the card up against a reader attached to the door and then turns the handle. Taking a deep breath, Ash pushes the door open and stumbles into the room. The camera follows him in as Ash hits a switch, bringing artificial light to the small room. Directly in front of the Fighting Spirit Champion is a single bed on the left, and a narrow chest of drawers on the right, topped with a small television. Ash dumps his suitcase on the floor and sits himself on the edge of the bed, looking to the belt in his hands. Ash: "I'm almost confused.." Bringing his eyes up from the belt, Ash shakes his head. Ash: "No, I actually am confused. For the last year, I've been doing everything I can to achieve immortality through my actions. Whether it's been to make records with Championship belts or to change the face of Full Intensity Wrestling, I have been pushing myself to the brink to put myself in the history books. And all the way through, I have received jeers and insults from the fans. They have hurled names and lobbed objects at me, in the ring and out. For that, I know I am not a popular individual. Nothing like I was two years ago when I started here. And yet, yet, I've heard a few cheers over the last three weeks. People were cheering me.." Sighing, Ash runs his left hand through his hair and glances back to the belt on his lap, before pulling it to his chest like a scared child. Ash: "Are they cheering me because Smark's Associates are more deplorable than I? Or do these people recognise work ethic and hunger for success? Scotland is, or perhaps was, one of the hardest working countries in Europe. It was the backbone of the Industrial Revolution with their shipyard. Do the Scottish hold my goals in high regard, or am I looking into this far more than I need to? I guess the proof will be in the pudding this week. It's one-thirty, Monday afternoon and I'm probably the first member of the roster to make it to Belfast. The sooner I got out of Aberdeen, the better. The confusion and the fear, it wasn't what I signed up to all of this for." Shaking his head, Ash runs his hand over the central plate of the belt. Ash: "Whether I was doubting myself, my partners or giving my opponents too much credit, Aberdeen was not the place for me. This welt under my eye and the limp suggests I put up a good fight.." Taking another deep breath, Ash sits himself upright and glares into the camera; his glare looking far more intense because of the red swelling under his left eye. Suddenly, Ash slips off of the bed and drops to his knees on the carpet. Setting the Fighting Spirit Championship down on the floor in front of him, Ash cracks a slight smirk. Ash: "So let's forget Sunday night. Regardless of the outcome, let's look to the future. Let's throw some more wood on the fire. And some petrol too. We'll make a bonfire and burn all our sour memories of the last few weeks and look to the upcoming show. A landmark show, for a number of reasons. A big night for all." A grin breaks across Ash's face. Ash: "ReVolt reaches one hundred and we celebrate with the most unique battle royalé ever. The elimination order determines the entire booking process for the rest of the show. Go out first and get in the first match. Go out last and, well, you go against the big dog. Climb the mountain, beat everyone off and stake your claim to glory when you face off against Prime for the Dual Crown Championship. In all seriousness, this is one huge opportunity for everyone involved. From the bottom of the bill talent like Dragon and T-Bird to top of the tower stars like Kiyoshi Nakahata and Xtreme Kitten, everyone has a chance. The old. The new. The men. The women. The freaks. Everyone single one of them will climb into the ring on Sunday, looking to throw every other opponent over the ropes on their way to victory. And they just might.." Pausing, Ash tilts his head forward ever so slightly, making his eyes appear darker. Ash: "Until it comes to my turn. And that is when it will get exciting." A chuckle escapes Ash's mouth and he tilts his head back in laughter. Quickly composing himself, Ash brings his focus back down to camera and locks on the glare once more. Ash: "I have some scores to settle with Smarty Smark and his merry band of Associates. Last Sunday was ugly. The Sunday before that was unfortunate. And the one prior to that was truly glorious. I believe things go in a cycle and I am due another glorious Sunday. And that is exactly what is going to happen this coming Sunday. I am one year older. One year wiser. I know how it all works and at some point in time, I am owed a shot at the Dual Crown Championship. I pinned Prime clean in the middle of the ring, so that is settled. But why not force it through? Why wait, when I chuck every other member of this roster out of the ring - my ring - and clear my path to Prime so I can slap the taste out of his big mouth? Why should I wait in line? If I throw the number one contender out, then that puts me in a far stronger position." A big smirk breaks across Ash's face. Ash: "Sunday is definitely a landmark. Big episode one-hundred. Special battle royalé match. My biggest victory to date, followed by an even bigger one later in the night." Reaching forward, Ash scoops up the Fighting Spirit Championship and holds it up to the camera with his right hand, whilst pointing to it with his left index finger. Ash: "Sunday, I will show my Fighting Spirit is stronger than that of anyone else in this promotion. I took this belt from Blake Orange. I've defended it against Liam Mortell, Drake Love and even El Lumberjacko. There is no-one on this roster that I haven't faced and beaten. There will be a few wild cards on Sunday, but nothing I cannot handle. I have a destiny and I will achieve it in Belfast. As ReVolt hits triple digits, I'll be hitting Prime and anyone else who gets in my way. With my Fighting Spirit, I will become the first ever Triple Crown Champion in this promotion and take my rightful place in the history books. More importantly, my rightful place at the very top of this promotion." Setting the Fighting Spirit Championship back down onto the floor, Ash smirks at the camera. Ash: "Glory, glory Ash Koopa. Hallelujah." With that said, Ash bows to the camera and pushes himself up from the floor. Treading carefully on his tender left leg, Ash limps out of the shot and drags his suitcase out of view. The camera slowly pans down to the Fighting Spirit Championship belt and focuses on the glimmering centre medallion of the belt, before slowly fading to a close. [align=center][end][/align] |
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