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| Always And Forever; [Ash Koopa] | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jun 28 2010, 09:44 PM (53 Views) | |
| Ash | Jun 28 2010, 09:44 PM Post #1 |
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Capt. Ash Kapow~!
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Chair to the head ignites passion. More at ten. The scene fades in from the black end of a commercial break and opens inside of a small, one bed hotel room contained somewhere within the vicinity of Portland, Oregon. The room is bare, except for one large travel bag sat in the middle of the bed - and if it wasn't for the bag, it would be plausible to assume the room were currently vacant. However, after a few seconds of taking in the stark bareness of the room, a figure walks into the room wearing a black vest that is tucked into a pair of blue denim jeans. Ash Koopa greets the camera with a slight sneer that is actually befitting his tired face. Moreso, it is in tune with the large, red welt on his forehead. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Ash leans forward, resting his forearms on his thighs as he stares into the camera. Into the heart of the viewing audience. Ash: "Wherever I go, you're there. You're always there, lurking in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to ruin me." Still resting his forearms on his thighs, Ash clenches his hands into fists and narrows his eyes, clearly struggling to control his contempt. Ash: "New World Wrestling, you were there. Pro Wrestling KOOPA. Ever Popular Pro. The Action Wrestling League. You were always there, Keith Williams. Same now in Full Intensity Wrestling. Everybody knew you were here, so it's not come as any surprise that you're on television sets across the world. What nobody expected, however, was for you to appear in the main event last night and stake your claim to the Dual Crown Championship. And it wasn't as if you did it quietly either, Keith." Without actually talking about it, Ash raises his left hand and motions to the welt on his head - the one caused by Keith's chairshot last night on ReVolt. Ash slowly lowers his hand and returns to resting his forearm on his leg. Ash: "You got the world's attention last night when you threw your toys out of the pram. More importantly, you got my attention. You got Sadovsky's. And you got Jenny's. I don't know how those two feel about what you did last night, but I imagine they'll echo my sentiments. Clichéd as it may sound, Keith, you're going to pay." Again, Ash's hands clench into tight fists and his top lip curls up in the right corner as he continues to stare hard into the camera. Ash: "I THOUGHT the issue between yourself and I was finished. Dead and buried. We've had our wars. We've had our words. We were even partners last week, and that worked out well for the both of us. Maybe what you did to me last night was unintentional, but knowing you Keith, you'll still take full credit for knocking me off my feet. Perhaps you'll say it was my own fault for sticking my oar in your business, but you know me Keith, I can't stand by and watch that sort of thing happen. The Dual Crown is my business! Far more my business than yours! You've had your opportunities and you've wasted them. My shot is one that I earned. Much like Sadovsky did last night. Don't get pissy because you can't get yourself back to the disco for the big dance. That's your own damn problem, Keith!" By this point, Ash is on his feet, glaring into the camera and jabbing away with his right index finger. Realising that his emotions are running wild, Ash takes a deep breath and begins pacing across the carpeted floor. Ash: "It's not too often I say this, but I feel bad going into this Sunday night. Not for you, Keith, because you're going to get your just deserts when Sadovsky gets his hands on you. I feel bad for Jenny Chennault and El Valiente, and even Rurik Krychek to an extent, because I imagine they're going to suffer because of all this. I need to vent my anger somewhere and seeing as they're not letting me get my hands on you this week, Keith, I guess it's going to be spent on the people I step into the ring with this Sunday night. Opponents; partners; maybe even referees." As a slightly sick smile creeps onto his face, Ash returns to his seat on the edge of the bed and places his hands on his knees. Ash: "That's not to say Sunday is going to be a one-sided affair with me bloodying everyone around me. Not at all, because I imagine that Sunday will be an ugly affair. Something akin to two freight trains colliding with one another at high speed. Jenny's got to be living with the same frustrations as I am; that she wants to cave Keith's skull in with her own fists but has to wait in line. I'm envious of Sadovsky, and that is not something I'll ever say again in my life." An ever-so-slight smirk cracks across Ash's face with those words. Ash: "Sadovsky gets Keith and, no disrespect when I say this, but I get El Valiente. I don't care if he's the best wrestler to have come out of South America in the last ten years, he didn't crack me over the head with a steel chair. He isn't Keith Williams. I've got other pre-occupations. And I'm sure the same goes for Jenny when she looks across the ring at my parnter. But at least we're on opposing teams, because I do fear if me and Jenny Chennault - the Grand Prix and Dual Crown Champions - were put on the same team, we would obliterate anything in our paths in order to get our hands on Keith Williams. Not even a Hollywood Chainsaw Massacre would compare to what we could do together to get at that chair swinging son of a bitch." Taking another deep breath, Ash clenches and unclenches his hands, looking almost excited by the idea of tagging with the Dual Crown Champion. After a few moments of calming down, Ash clasps his hands together between his knees and leans in toward the camera. Ash: "Just a wish, nothing more. But perhaps Havok could find his way to put a bonus stipulation on his spinning wheel for Sunday, I'd be ever so grateful to him. I so very much like the idea of finding myself as an extra man to partner with Sadovsky.." With that, Ash cracks a perverse smile and gets to his feet. He looks into the camera once last time, then holds his right hand in a send-off gesture, before turning and walking out of the shot. After a few seconds of staring blankly at Ash's travel bag, the camera seemingly begins to fade and the scene comes to a close. [align=center][end][/align] |
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| Dai | Jul 3 2010, 03:38 AM Post #2 |
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Captain SPARKLE~!!!
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"Ah beg to differ..." The Constant Reader will be delighted to hear that the Dual Crown Champion, Jenny Chennault seems to have shaken off the worst of her world-distorting head-ache. She still sounds fairly subdued, but this could well be equal measures the chair-shot and the way she's developed over the years of keeping the worst of her anger in check before unleashing city-stomping rage. Anyhow, she's a little louder today that she was when she spoke to Daniel Brooks, and a lot more sure of herself. This time, she's on the hood of her car, alone, with the sun setting off in the distance to her left, which means that it's not blinding her. "Before Keith Williams fucked up Sadovsky's title shot, Ah thought he was a chauvinist pig, an' a scum suckin' mollusk. Now mah head is cleared, Ah think he's a scum suckin' mollusk, an' a chauvinist pig. As you can see, not a whole fuckin' lot has changed dere. Like Ashy-boy says, he's gotta pay. What Ah disagree wi' Mr. Koopa is on de nature of de payin'." This is all very matter-of-fact, so far. "See, Ah don' reckon Keith Williams bein' a pissy li'l bitch is worth mah time as de Dual Crown. Next time Ah see him, Ah'm jus' gonna walk away. Not sure if Ah'm gonna turn mah back on him as Ah do, but Ah ain't gonna dignify him with an ass kickin'. In mah considered professional opinion, him walkin' outta Portland wi' mah boot up his ass ain't gonna solve a fuckin' thing." She takes a very deep breath here. "Now dis high road Ah'm tryin' to take ain't fuckin' easy. It's not very easy at all. Dere's no-one in FIW who needs a toe-cap ass-rapin' more'n Keith Williams. Fuckin' No Body. Not a single person. Not even Rurik Krychek, who Ah notice ain't makin' cracks at how clever Ah am, or am not, now he's gotta fight me again. Not even Ash Koopa who's deignin' to feel bad for me havin' to face his wrath." That one remaining eye of hers rolls. Evidently she's not impressed by that. "See, Ashy-boy, as Ah've said so many fuckin' times bah now, Ah'm de Hardest Girl in de World. Ah got a World Heavyweight Championship 'at says you can take your crocodile tears, an' Ah got a Global Heavyweight Championship 'at says you can shove 'em back up your dick. Like you, Ah find mahself frustrated an' annoyed an' all 'at crap, an' Ah'm glad'a chace to vent some'a it out onto de heads'a some only slightly less deservin' jackasses. Like you, Ash. Ah don' need you pretendin' to feel bad for me. Didn't ya hear? Ah'm fuckin' Godzilla!" And as if to prove it, she unleashes the howl that has, in this one one promo at least, been a long time coming. "You know Ah'm tryin'a keep mah frustrations in, an' Ah know you know; and we have our own li'l date comin' up, an' Ah know what'cha capable of. Ah know you know Ah know. An' Ah know'at you know 'at Ah'm comin' to stomp your city into dust; an' if Ah can, say, fuck'at bad knee'a yours up some before Summer of Sin, Ah'm gonna. Let's be honest, ah don' wanna be facin' a healthy Ash Koopa for de belts." Sad, but undoubtedly true, and it shows in her face. "Sorry to be disappointin' mah Mexican friend here, but dat's jus' de way it is. Ah don' really want a battle of Epic proportions, Ah wanna lower mah blood-pressure some, an' make sure de guy comin' for mah belts can't walk properly. Dat's really about it. Gotta be honest, Ah'm glad Ah don't have to be worryin' about El Whatshisface buryin' me in cement, or deckin' me wi' a chair. Dis always makes mah life easier, means Ah can focus on de task at hand, which right now, is cripplin' Ash. It's a hard, hard fuckin' life ain' it?" It is, at that. "Just about all Ah can promise ya, Ashy-boy, is'at Ah'm not gonna be a fuckin' pussy about it. No chairs, no blind-sides while ya watchin' somethin' else. No doubt, it ain't gonna be easy, an' Ah got no doubt either'at Ah'm probably gonna have to take a few shots to make it work. Such is life..." She stands up, and pulls her keys from her pockets, and with a wistful sigh, spins the ring around on her finger. "Such is fuckin' life..." |
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