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Crown Prince; [Ash Koopa]
Topic Started: Mar 14 2009, 12:37 AM (78 Views)
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The scene fades in and opens on Ash Koopa sitting on the edge of a bed in a relatively bland hotel room. The room itself is incredibly basic; the walls are plain white with no decorations or picture frames, whilst the bed and drawer unit are equally simple. The apparent lack of luxury is almost a like punishment; a prison cell. Wearing only his black boxer shorts, Ash stares at the Fighting Spirit Championship in his hands.

Ash: "I'm pissed off. Pissed off knowing that, somewhere in an alternate universe, there's an Ash Koopa with the Fighting Spirit on his lap, the Global Heavyweight Championship in his right hand and the World Heavyweight Championship in his left. Somewhere out there, through the wardrobe and beyond Narnia, one version of Ash Koopa managed to battle Prime to the ground and take his glory.."

Raising his eyes, the sadness is more than apparent.

Ash: "And then, I think that in another universe, there's an Ash Koopa still working as the KoopaManiac. Still playing to the crowd. Still lingering at the bottom of the card, destined to be an eternal loser. And thinking of that, I smile."

As if to prove a point, Ash flashes a wicked grin.

]Ash: "I can smile knowing that I made the right choice by taking this path. To continue walking down the road of buffoonery, I would be a richer man, but not as successful. For some, that would be a difficult choice. Sell your sell to be a rich man, or upset the world whilst getting to keep your dignity. All I can say about that is I am glad that money is not an issue for me. My cash flow is not infinite, but I am plenty comfortable and will be for a long time to come. That I can choose to make less money and keep my dignity - my self-respect - is a great comfort, knowing I fell short Sunday night of achieving my ultimate destiny in Full Intensity Wrestling. The Dual Crown Championship."

Dropping his eyes back to the belt on his lap, Ash sighs and shakes his head.

Ash: "In addition to having my self-respect, I can sleep comfortably knowing that out of twenty-six wrestlers on the roster, I beat twenty-three last Sunday. Two of the remaining three, I did not wrestle, but have beaten in previous encounters. Essentially, now, I can claim to have beaten the entire company and is an achievement I can take great pride in. It proves my Fighting Spirit is strong. Though, perhaps, not strong enough. Sunday night, Prime finally put me out of my misery and kept me from my prize. There may have been some outside interference, but no more than when I beat him. The big dog has my admiration and I am certain we will grapple again in the near future."

Taking a deep breath, Ash holds his gaze with the Fighting Spirit Championship.

Ash: "And speaking of the near future, that brings me to this Sunday.."

Bringing his gaze back up, Ash smirks to the camera.

Ash: "A three-way match. Not one I was expecting. Not one I am particularly looking forward to. I assumed - and how wrong of me that was - that after receiving one Championship opportunity, I would be returning the favour. Ignore that I have said repeatedly that I fully intend to defend my Fighting Spirit as often as possible, I have yet to be given that opportunity by Keenan. This belt has not been contested since I won it back from Shaun Wilson five weeks ago. It may not sound like a long time, but for someone itching to prove himself, it is a life time. Even after last Sunday, proving I can outlast the entire roster, I need more. I need the rush and the thrill of defending my belt. And if I can't do that, I guess that I must look to this Sunday for some excitement. Perhaps even some pleasure.."

A wicked grin flashes across Ash's face and his eyes light up with excitement.

Ash: "Max Rowley I do not know of. I have not faced him in a normal match, but I do not have any concerns with him. As for Kiyoshi, however. Kiyoshi Nakahata. Brother Kiyoshi.."

As if saying those words brought him glee, Ash claps his together and chuckles.

Ash: "My brother in arms. Or so I thought. The man who was the guiding light in the Rejects, leading us to the promised land one glorious forearm after another. Onikage may have been the brains, but Kiyoshi was the working achievement. Kiyoshi was the success story. Emphasis on the was. After losing to Liam Mortell, a strong-minded individual, Kiyoshi walked away from it all. He walked away from Full Intensity Wrestling, the Rejects and, most importantly, me. Kiyoshi walked out on me. All of my hopes and dreams went with Kiyoshi when he chose to 'retire' from this crazy world. And with that went the last of my sanity."

Whether subconsciously or on purpose, Ash begins to rock gently back and forth.

Ash: "Kiyoshi's abandonment of the Rejects made me work the hardest I've ever had to in my life. When the man you admire and follow leaves you in the lurch, do you follow him into shadows or do you compensate for his absence? I compensated and I drove the Rejects to the success we achieved, picking up victories where others didn't. Even going so far as to claim the Fighting Spirit Championship, a belt that Kiyoshi knows well. But that cost me any last shred of sanity that I had. Pushing myself to the limit, not only for my own glory, but for the glory of Drake Love, Vinj, Grant Rice, Onikage and Colbert Tottington. The success and dreams of five other men rested on my shoulders because you decided to walk, Kiyoshi."

Locking his eyes with the camera, Ash suddenly flares with intensity.

Ash: "Sanity is not something you can just pick up at the store. It doesn't come back to you like a pet when you call its name. It's gone forever and there is nothing I can do. I can't beat you and regain what I've lost. I can only beat you, Kiyoshi, and hope that I take your sanity in the process."

The camera begins to zoom in closer, focusing on Ash's face.

Ash: "Max Rowley, I would suggest that you stay out of my way on Sunday, otherwise you will be joining Brother Kiyoshi. I want to hear you scream in pain. Not just on Sunday, but for ever more. I want you to cry until you cannot face the world any more. I want you, Kiyoshi, to recognise the selfish mistake you made last year when you put yourself ahead of our great cause. The Rejects survived you, but can you survive the Reject?"

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Cut away to the empty arena. Well, almost empty: alone in a sea of seats, with his head rolled back and his hood struggling to stay over his head, is the man they call the Yeti: Kiyoshi Nakahata. His feet are up on the chair in front of him; his arms are folded over his faded black hoodie and his eyes are closed. He might even be asleep.

Kiyoshi: What were the Rejects?

Maybe he isn't asleep, just meditating. It is an odd posture to take when meditating though. In spite of this, he does raise an interesting question.

Kiyoshi: This is something I have not really thought about since the days when I could still ask that in the present tense, and I am no closer to the answer than I was the last time I did. Of course, that "last time" that I refer to, I did indeed leave both the Rejects and the company. By then, of the original seven, three of us remained. The rest had been replaced. One of these replacements was you, Ash Koopa.

He shifts about in his seat, trying to get comfortable, and he pulls his hood back up.

Kiyoshi: In the end, even this man I hear you talk about, the "Working Achievement," the "Success Story," the one who had reached the "Ultimate Destiny;" even he was replaced, in the end. I ask you, Ash Koopa, is that brotherhood?

Finally, his eyes open, and turn towards the camera.

Kiyoshi: This man, who you praise so highly; who took your hopes and dreams with him when he left you, and whose shadow you still stand in today with that title you carry, if he could be replaced so easily, just as you replaced another; was he really your brother?

Despite talking himself up, he doesn't sound too sincere. 'Bitter' is closer to describing his tone.

Kiyoshi: These five others, whose hopes and dreams you carried; if they were your brothers, would you not still be fighting for them, even now? Were their hopes and dreams with you last week, when you won the ReVolt Rumble, and when you lost to Prime? Or are these things as easily taken from you as your sanity? Or even my sanity?

He straightens up in his seat as the bile rises, although actual anger still seems a long way off.

Kiyoshi: You talk about things you really have no business talking about. The great cause of the Rejects was lost long before you even arrived. The moment we beat down Liam Mortell and crucified him for no real reason beyond sheer viciousness was the moment any grand claims we might have had became invalidated...

Trailing off, he looks for a moment into the palm of his hand, where the faint scars still remain from where he shattered a glass in an attempt to being some bloody substance to his words

Kiyoshi: Once I realised that, then the only pride I could take was in the Dual Crown; certainly there was not much to be had in the words and actions of my so called brothers; especially not when one in particular took pride in being nothing more than a mindless fanatic for the cause - at one point even going so far as to liken himself to a "Suicide Bomber" - and I think in his case that the viciousness I mentioned a moment ago was his only cause.

Folding his arms again, Kiyoshi takes his feet off the back of the seats in front of him and sits up straight for the first time.

Kiyoshi: Ash Koopa, I was never one to make promises of victory. Even now, I will not presume to say that I can win. However, there is one promise I can make: I have made mistakes in my time, but I will not look upon turning my back on a vicious fanatic such as yourself as one of them; and as I draw breath, there is not a single thing that you can do to change that.

This stern message is delivered scarcely above a whisper.

Kiyoshi: And whatever the result on Sunday, still I will carry on, like I always have.

And with that, he gets up, and walks away.
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