Promo: Training Day (Act 1)

[Guest Ash Ketchum]

-The day after SWF Storm in Philly...-

 

 

 

 

 

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"Thud."

 

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"Thud."

 

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"Thud."

 

Ash Ketchum trains diligently in the training room of a gym in the Trenton, New Jersey Days Inn. His flight leaves for Tampa tomorrow. He'll go home, check on Amy, then fly back to Austin for the PPV against Sigil. But now, he trains in preparation for one of the hardest opponents. And to make things worse, he doesn't even know who the hell Sigil is under the mask... or what his wants are.

 

"Thud."

 

His thoughts are somewhere else. His pregnant wife. At home in his million-dollar mansion in Clearwater.

 

 

"Thud."

 

He can't concentrate. Sigil promised to change him forever, and he threatened both his wife and their unborn child.

 

"Thud."

 

He has to make sure she's OK. There's no telling what Sigil has in store for Ash or Misty.

 

"Thud."

 

But first, he has to beat Sigil at the PPV.

 

"THUD."

 

Destroy Sigil.

 

"THUD."

 

ANNIHILATE SIGIL.

 

"THUD!"

 

FINISH HIM OFF FOR GOOD.

 

"THUD!"

 

The bag begins to sway harder back and forth with every forceful punch as Ash begins to throw his whole body into each blow crying out with each one...

 

"THUD!"

 

"AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!"

 

"THUD!"

 

"AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!"

 

"THUD!"

 

"AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!"

 

"THUD!"

 

"AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!"

 

 

...Until...

 

"Ash-san! What are you doing that for, boy?"

 

Ketchum clutches the bag with both hands and immediately brings it to a complete stop as he turns around to see a slightly-diminuitive Japanese man standing behind him. He is dressed in a blue suit with a black tie and silver dress shirt. He smiles happily from under his black goatee as he stares at Ash through his sunglasses.

 

"Nagasaki... whatcha doin' here? You out of the hospital finally?" Ash inquires towards his manager.

 

"Yes, Ash-san... and I watch your matches while I in hospital. See you lose to this man, this Sigil. See him tear you apart." Nagasaki speaks.

 

"So? I'll just rip him apart at the PPV. No prob-"

 

"You will not last three minutes in the ring with that man."

 

 

 

"So, you came here to scold me? Is that it?"

 

"No. I come here to ask you to let me train you in special ways passed down from fathah, 'Grand Emperor' Keito Nagasaki."

 

"He's that guy who fought my dad. Japan, 1985... right?"

 

"Yes."

 

"So," Ash continues, "you wanna train me and help me for my match?"

 

"Yes, Ash-san." Nagasaki abruptly replies.

 

Ash goes into thinking mode, assuming the Thinker position as he sits down on a folding chair. It doesn't take him long before he leaps up out of his chair and turns to Nagasaki, saying:

 

"OK... let's get started."

 

Ash smiles happily, but...

 

"Ash-san," Nagasaki interjects, "it not that simple. You must go to Japan with me. Train there.'

 

"JAPAN?!?!?!" Ash screams in shock as his jaw drops to the floor. "WHY JAPAN?!?!?!"

 

"Because..." Nagasaki begins timidly, "I left my equipment there..."

 

Ash looks at Nagasaki for a second, then slaps his forehead with his glove in disbelief. There's no way he can do it on such short notice! He's gotta break it to the poor guy. There's nothing else he can do. But before he says no, he has one last question to ask.

 

"I would... but will I be able to get back to Austin in time for the PPV?"

 

"Ash-san... you be there days before show even start!" Nagasaki beams with happiness in that comment, his last chance to sway Ash's opinion.

 

Ketchum pauses as he contemplates the situation. He's got the chance of a lifetime here. Will he stay... or will he go?

 

 

 

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"Fine. I'll try anything to beat this guy."

 

"So, you want me, Mr. Nagasaki, to train you with special method and make you hundred times bettah?"

 

"Yeah."

 

Mr. Nagasaki clutches Ash's gloved arm, dragging him out of the gym as he runs in joy, laughing happily. The two fly around the corner, blow through the door, which slams behind us in our face. Where are they going? Nobody knows...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

-TO BE CONTINUED... IN ACT 2-

[Guest Serrated]

And the winner is...

 

 

 

 

BIG AMERICAN DANCE PARTY!

[Guest Ash Ketchum]

Who is driving?

 

OH MY GOD! BEAR IS DRIVING! HOW CAN THIS BE?!?!?!

[Guest Ash Ketchum]

Ummmm... any comments?

[Secret Agent 0]

::Fires bullet into Brain::

 

There is no hope for you young man.

[Guest HollywoodSpikeJenkins]

::Fires bullet into Brain::

 

There is no hope for you young man.

Don't be like that man. We can tell Ash tried REAL hard on this promo....

 

 

 

Comments?

 

 

 

Well, it was a.....ummm....interesting....uhhh.....

 

 

*grabs Gun from JD*

 

*fires bullet into brain*

[Guest El Luchadore Magnifico]

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I like Japan.

 

Heh, seriously, I did enjoy the promo. I like how Ash is taking Sigil very seriously, and is willing to do anything to get the upper hand.

[Guest Serrated]

You are all going to die.