Promo: Fan Mail

[Guest Ash Ketchum]

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“...And I hope that you will continue your support for Pokemania and the man behind it. See ya Wednesday at the house show in Detroit.

 

 

Sincerely,

 

Ash Ketchum”

 

 

 

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“P.S.: Suicide King does indeed rule. He’s a great guy when you meet him.”

 

 

 

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“There. Another one down.”

 

Ash Ketchum sits at a desk in his locker room, writing a letter to someone. One large pile of letters sits on one side of him, and another pile on the other side. He grasps another envelope folding up the letter and placing it inside. A quick lick and he seals the envelope shut, picking the pen up once more to write the address on the envelope:

 

“Mr. Hung Lho

1272 E. 8 Mile

Detroit, MI 48001”

 

He then places it in the “Finished” pile on his left. He smiles quite contently as he reaches for the next letter in the stack. A Pepsi Twist MAX is open on his desk, and several more cans are scattered across the floor.

 

“Ah, there’s nothin’ like answering fanmail to pass the time...” Ketchum gleefully states as his hand bumps into the stack of letters. The sudden movement causes the letters to fall off the table and spill onto the floor. Ketchum is slightly shocked, and quickly, he drops to the ground, immedaitely starting to sort and collect up the letters.

 

“Awww fuck, I didn’t wanna do that...”

 

As Ash sorts through the fallen letters, he stops as he comes across a strange one. He picks it up, holding it in his hand as he stares at it. His name is scrawled across it, address and all, in what looks like crimson red pen. There’s no return address.. or stamp.

 

“What the...”

 

His first thing is to shake the envelope and put his ear up next to it to make sure there’s nothing dangerous in there. After assuring himself it’s not a letter bomb, Ketchum then flips the envelope over, and cautiously opens it to make sure there’s nothing inside. Slowly, he lfits the flap up, but as a pre-caution, drops the letter and dives under his desk.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nothing happens. After a few seconds, Ketchum pops out from under his desk and grabs the letter.

 

“Phew...”

 

He reaches in, pulling out the letter, and unfolding it, finds a message scrawled also in what looks to be either crimson red ink, or worse: blood.

 

The darkness is passing...

 

The clouds have begun to part. A new voice has arrived in the Smarks Wrestling Federation... a portent of things to come. A symbol for the new order... a trumpeter of his cause...

 

A bringer of destruction... a carrier of death... a revolution of pain...

 

Heed this warning:

 

You are not safe. Your hardcore title is not safe. Your stablemates... they are not safe. Your wife, Amy, is not safe. Your unborn child is not safe. Nothing is safe anymore, nor will it ever be again. When things are finished and the final count taken, you will never be the same again. You will be changed... bu not for the better...

 

 

Beware... the revolution...

 

The letter has no signature. Not even a goodbye.

 

As he finishes reading, Ketchum is speechless, trying to find the right words as he drops the letter, his eyes beginning to tear up for a second, but then, his hand clutches the note angrily, crumpling it slightly on one side as he throws it to the ground, and begins to lose it.

 

“NO ONE THREATENS ME LIKE THAT!!!!” Ketchum screams as clutches a can of Pepsi Twist MAX. “NO ONE!!!”

 

He chucks the can across the room in rage, letting out a huge cry of pure anger and hatred held up inside of him for so long. The can refuses to explode as it slams into the wall, but it takes a very small chunk out of it as it plummes, hitting the carpet and coming to a rest. Ketchum breathes heavily, and in a haste, reaches down and sweeps the letter up, scanning for clues to see who may have sent it. And then, in the upper irhg thand corner, he notices two small Chinese symbols, one’s that have been seen before. His jaw drops slightly as he tries to think, use his memory to produce an answer to the question in hs mind:

 

“Wait... those symbols... I’ve seen them before... but where?"

 

Ash Ketchum is left to ponder that as we fade away to blackness, the locker room a partial mess as we leave our hero...

 

-TO BE CONTINUED-

[Guest Powerplay]

Ash, you WILL die. If it takes every bone in my body and every connection I have, I will have your head mounted on a platter. I'll get you for this, boyo. I certainly will!

 

Edit: Okay, you took my name out and put my brother's in. I'm cool with that. And now I have a reason to laugh at him. But anyways, good promo.

[Guest Ash Ketchum]

There, fixed it, and it's even better than before!