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| Come All Ye Faithful; [Ash Koopa] | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 22 2009, 10:29 PM (48 Views) | |
| Ash | Mar 22 2009, 10:29 PM Post #1 |
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Capt. Ash Kapow~!
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My head is spinning. The scene fades in from the darkened realms of commercial television and opens in a small room. The room itself has cream walls that have seen better days and a wooden floor, making it too difficult to even guess what purpose the room has or where it is. Sat directly in the middle of the room on a wooden stool is the Fighting Spirit Champion, Ash Koopa. His hair appears to have been recently bleached and is far more yellow than it has been in recent months. Also noticeable is that Ash has had a shave and cleared away most of the stubble on his face, leaving only faint sideburns and goatee. Dressed in blue denim jeans and a black t-shirt, Ash clutches the Fighting Spirit Championship to his stomach with the polished plates facing the camera. Ash: "Finally, finally, finally. Finally, I have been given a chance to prove my worth and back up my words. This Sunday, on pay-per-view, Ash Koopa finally puts the Fighting Spirit Championship on the line." Flashing a grin, Ash looks down to the belt on his lap. Ash: "It's been a long time coming and I for one am looking forward to it. I've been begging - begging and pleading - with Keenan to let me defend my Fighting Spirit in any match that he chooses. I established a trend with my Fighting Spirit toward the end of last year, defending it successfully and often, knocking off some of the biggest and best on my way. El Lumberjacko and Liam Mortell to name a few. And when Shaun Wilson stole the belt from me, I did everything in my power to take it back from him and I did it successfully. That was nearly two months ago. By the time next Sunday rolls around, I will have been in possession of my Fighting Spirit for a total of seven weeks, and with zero defences to my name, my reign is looking tainted." With a sigh, Ash bites his lip and looks to the floor. Suddenly, he brings his eyes back up and shrugs, then unleashes a wicked grin. Ash: "Still, it's not all that bad really. When I set out to make history - to make my legacy - I didn't say that I had to do it with a Championship belt around my waist. But, I have one and I still make history. Two weeks ago, I tore through the entire roster and won the ReVolt Rumble to get my shot at the Dual Crown. Prime won, but I'd made my impact. I'd proven to everyone in this entire industry that I have the Fighting Spirit that is needed to ride high in a promotion. Even at the age of thirty-four and having done this sort of thing for fifteen years - nearly half of my life - I'm still hungry and I want to keep beating people in the canvas for another fifteen. And that trend continues Sunday at Anarchy in the UK." A smirk creeps onto his face and Ash chuckles. Ash: "A fatal four way. Not fatal for me, but certainly for someone. Three men are coming for the Fighting Spirit Championship. Coming for my Fighting Spirit. And I relish it. Shaun Wilson, Harrison O'Reily and Jorge O'Brien." With the smirk still on his face, Ash shakes his head. Ash: "Funny to see Shaun's name up there, I must say. I'm almost certain that, eight weeks ago, we agreed that Nensai Senjou was going to be our last encounter for the Fighting Spirit Championship. We've faced one another enough to know the outcome of a one-on-one encounter between us long before it happens. But I'm guessing you're not enjoying your time at the bottom of the barrel too much, otherwise you wouldn't be involved in this match, would you? And I don't blame you either. I mean, why not cash in that little rematch clause that seems to come standard in contracts these days? Not only is it a chance for you to get your face back on pay-per-view, but last time you got yourself into a situation like this, you scored your upset." Glancing down to the belt in his lap, Ash brings his eyes back up and glares into the lens, directing his evils at Shaun. Ash: "There's no Priest or Elrick, but there is that special little Jorge for you to take advantage of, Shaun. I can't blame you for being an opportunist, because you might just be the statistical favourite riding into this match. Beat me once before, in this environment, and your chances of doing it again improve. That is, if it were under the same stipulation. This time, it plays in my favour. Not just against Shaun, but against all three of you. There is no way to sneak in and steal a pin in this one, because the only way to win is to make someone tap.." Raising his left hand, Ash slowly and methodically slaps it with his right hand three times. Ash nods and smirks, as if to confirm his words and actions were as one. Ash: "Harrison is a power brawler. Shaun is a ghetto street fighter. And Jorge is a stocky, little bastard that disgraces lucha libre. All of us have one thing in common. We all have signature submission holds. The advantage I hold, however, is that I have so much more to prove through all of this than any of you. Not just that I want to - need to - beat you all into a bloody mess, but that I must defend my Fighting Spirit. If I fall at the first hurdle - a hurdle that I essentially built myself by begging Keenan for this - then I have a long way to go to prove myself as one of the best. I have beaten everyone in this promotion, from top to bottom. From the Dual Crown Champion to the Flycore Champion. The number one ranked talent in the promotion to the guy who constantly occupies the bottom rung of the ladder." A wave of solid determination washes over Ash as he glares into the lens. Ash: "If someone were to take my Fighting Spirit from me, they will have signed their death warrant. No-one is taking my Fighting Spirit without prising it from my cold, dead hands. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is a promise." With that said, Ash gets to his feet and holds up the Fighting Spirit Championship and points to it with his right index finger. Ash: "This is what you're coming for." Lowering the belt, Ash turns his finger on himself. Ash: "And this is the man you're going to have to kill to get your hands on it. Having second thoughts yet?" With a smirk, Ash turns and kicks the wooden stool into the wall in a petty show of strength. Turning back to the camera, Ash smirks and holds up the belt once again. Pointing at the belt, Ash nods and begins to laugh as the scene fades to a close. [align=center][end][/align] |
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