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| Tweet Topic Started: Jun 30 2010, 09:31 PM (34 Views) | |
| Ash | Jun 30 2010, 09:31 PM Post #1 |
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Capt. Ash Kapow~!
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Imagine everything in three dimensions. Three! Kill the commercials and hit the lights. The scene fades in, revealing a very small, very basic and very empty gym. Only a handful of machines occupy the small room with grey papered walls and matching carpet. A solitary treadmill; two rowing machines; a stairmaster; and a variety of weights. The camera pans away from the equipment and settles in the corner of the room, focusing on a figure sat at a little table, drinking from a bottle of water. Ash Koopa greets the camera with a nod, then turns his gaze to a small, portable television set placed on another table to his left. Dressed in a pair of black shorts, a red vest and a yellow headband, Ash looks as though he's been working out in the gym - or has at least been pretending to. Ash: "I believe it's the dead weight that is going to be carrying you, Krychek. Carrying you out in a body bag." Turning his focus back to the camera, Ash shakes his head and pulls his mouth into a disapproving sneer. Ash: "In the space of one night, it's all gone to Hell. Full Intensity Wrestling has become an absolute war zone. The battle lines have been drawn and armies are assembling on every possible side. The Hollywood Chainsaw Massacre have not endeared themselves to anyone after running around with chairs on Sunday night. They have a lot coming their way, I promise you that much. But it appears that the Brotherhood took it upon themselves to literally bury someone alive and as much as I hate to say, I think that somehow ranks above hitting me in the head with a steel chair." Despite his words, Ash carefully reaches for the welt on his forehead and winces in pain. He looks to the floor and sighs to himself, then brings his gaze back to the camera. Ash: "When you arrived here, Krychek, we resolved that we would not get in one another's way. That I wouldn't join your movement, but that I wouldn't stand in your way either. Ash Koopa knows the difference between right and wrong, but he also knows when to keep his mouth shut and let you get on with your business. Any other time, tagging with you would probably be a privilege, Krychek, but not this Sunday. And not any time in the near future, either. I do not wish to be associated with or any of your cohorts when Neo Carner comes running down to the ring, looking to exact revenge on your idiotic arse!" As the words escape, he narrows his gaze on the camera. Ash: "I mean, seriously? Burying someone alive?! What the Hell were you thinking, Krychek?!" In a show of frustration, Ash slams his fist down on the table, sending his bottle of water bouncing to the floor. Ash stares blankly for a moment, almost embarrassed by his emotions, then stoops down and picks the bottle back up, placing it on the table. Ash: "How can you expect me to have my head in the match? I want to run around and crack chairs over Keith Williams' head until I'm blue in the face, but I can't. I'm stuck in a tag team match. Across the ring from me is some masked clown that calls me a 'senior' and speaks in tongues. And his partner is the woman I'm challenging at Summer of Sin for the Dual Crown Champion, meaning we're going to be tearing pieces out of one another. So not only do I have to deal with not doing what I want and besting the Champ at the same time, I also have to be wary that Neo Carner is going to run down the aisle and bludgeon my partner. You want me to keep my focus? How I can expect you to keep your focus?!" Holding his gaze with the camera, Ash bangs his fist on the table again, though much more gently this time around. He takes a deep breath, breathing through his nose, and closes his eyes for just a brief moment. Ash: "You can only expect so much of me on Sunday, Krychek. I fully intend to vent on our opponents on Sunday. And I very much expect the same from Jenny. As I said before, this is not going to be a pretty match. I anticipate appearances from the boys of the Massacre, as well as members of the Brotherhood and their new plaything, Neo. I can't promise you that I won't hit you as hard as I hit El Valiente. I can't promise I won't drop you on your head, Krychek, because I'm going to need to protect myself. I'm going to need to distance myself from you as much as possible. We are not brothers, but merely partners brought together by the mad man running the show." As if on cue, an image of Havok appears on the television set, promoting this Sunday's episode of ReVolt. The audio is off, and thus, none of the voice-over is heard. Ash: "Did I like what you did last week to Neo? No. Do I want to be your partner this Sunday? No. But put that aside, because I don't have a say in the matter. I will work with you and we will tag like two professionals, Krychek, with the sole objective of winning the match. If Neo shows up, you're by yourself." Scooping up his bottle of water, Ash gets to his feet and walks around the small table, getting closer to the camera. Ash: "And don't call me Shirley.. uh, Lemmy even.." Without actually stopping to address the camera, Ash continues and walks beyond the scope, disappearing from view. The camera continues rolling, focusing on the television set as an image of Havok's Wheel of Misadventure appears on screen. As the commercial comes to an end, so does the segment and the entire scene fades to black. [align=center][end][/align] |
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