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| I Gots’Ta Know. | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 30 2018, 10:28 PM (37 Views) | |
| Rob Sharpe | Jan 30 2018, 10:28 PM Post #1 |
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Well, fuck me, right? I was sitting backstage, getting stitched up by the Death Trip medical personnel as I listened to the rambling celebrations of Ultraviolent Union winning the Bloow Bowl and the Death Trip Wrestling Tornado Rules Titles, and all I could think about was if I had it anymore. First was that match with Teiji Shintaro in December, which I wasn’t too upset about, since it was my first big deathmatch appearance in a long time, against a confirmed psycho. I came up short in that, but big deal. But this? It’s not that I had issues with Double Dragon, not at all. But for me to go into that Tornado tournament with Izzy, and not be able to protect that kid was gnawin’ at me something raw. Sure, she may be a tough one, I mean she was in the Breed now, but still; she’s just a kid. And I couldn’t protect her from the otherworldly threat of Kalinda and Claudia. Fuck. I took a deep breath just in time to hear Eric O’Flaherty making comments to the press about Iron Japan Pro Wrestling; how it was going to kick off with a tournament to determine its first ever Death Crown, and future plans for a strong style championship. I wasn’t close enough to talk to him, and I doubt he’d even hear me if I shouted his name, but internally, I had made a decision. I was going to go into this Iron Japan project and prove myself. I was going to win that Death Crown, and then? I was gonna be a double champion and fight strong style. Two belts. One man. Zero fucks given. This was for the Breed. And for me. —————— “Well, fuck me, right? Just when you think, in between fighting a dude who eats his own shit and fucks literally anything that twitches, wrestling a pair of warrior dragons, and a dude who’s come back from the dead by witchcraft, that professional wrestling has run out of things that could possibly surprise this old-timer…” Cold open. Rob Sharpe is looking directly at us. Arms crossed at the chest. Off-the-rack suit fitting a little awkwardly. Half-grin in his face. “I go into the ring with a- one second, please.” We cut away, as Rob reaches over to his stool and picks up a leatherbound book with indecipherable symbols scrawled on the cover, and flips a few pages before focusing on one in particular. “An elven… catgirl. Wellllllllllll, shit.” With a smile, he puts the book back down. “Y’know, there’s some kinda hentai joke in there somewhere, but I can’t find it. But that’s not important. What IS important is the fact that Delilah na Kinai is the first person…elfcat? Enchantress?” A shrug. “Well, she’s number one in my way to the Iron Japan Death Crown. That’s right, kids, this Iron Japan shindig is startin’ off DEADLY with a tournament with my man Masatake Kawamata, Shakur Williams, Joe Stanton, Claudia Kajara and that Eternal Warfare title she has slung over her shoulder, and of course, yours truly and the catgirl makin’ her debut. “The six of us are some pretty bad peeps, no question; I’ve stood in that ring with Claudia at the Blood Bowl tournament, and she is no slouch, and the last thing I would ever do is call her a second banana, even if Kalinda’s the world champion, not her. “And this Delilah lady’s part of their little crew, too, so I’m gonna go ahead and assume she ain’t one to take lightly either, though if she’s runnin’ with the dragons, I’m sure they already told her I’m one tough mother, right?” Sharpe chuckles. “Especially since our little encounter’s gonna be at a makeshift construction site! Power tools, a scaffold, and electric wiring as far as the eye can see, and as always… no rules, which is perfect by me; my old man worked in construction before getting his degree and becoming an industrial arts teacher, so he taught me a lot about how tools work. “Too bad I’ll probably make the old man weep in the afterlife, what with how I’m gonna use those tools on you, Delilah. Of course, seeing as you’re a fuckin’ BLACKSMITH… do they even still have those in this world? Well I’m sure you know your way around tools like that, right? I know it’s gonna get bloody between us, but I intend to come out on top; nothin’ personal, I just have a point to prove.” Sharpe slams a fist into an open hand and scowls. “Y’see, I don’t plan on walkin’ out of Battle Bash One with a belt. “I plan on walkin’ out with TWO belts. “Y’see, I still owe Claudia some lumps from our last fight. Not because I have any ill will towards her, but because… well, like the guy in Dirty Harry… I gots’ta know. I gotta see how I can hold my own against you, even in the hellish environment ol’ O’Flaherty’s got rigged up for whoever makes it into that final championship match. I gotta see if I can hold my own for real against a dragon. “But most importantly, Claudia? “I gotta establish myself as the face of Iron Japan Pro Wrestling; not just by winning the Death Crown tomorrow night, but also by pinning you and taking that Eternal Warfare title with it. And then? I’m gonna go for a Triple Header whenever Eric gets around to crowning the Strong Crown champion.” Sharpe takes a deep breath through his nose. “Even if I gotta face down my boy Masatake and make him wish you can Kalinda never brought him back from the dead. “Even if I gotta face down my brother in the Badd Breed Joe Stanton and give him the battle of a lifetime. “And even if I gotta take on a hard dude like Shakur Williams and put his ass in the dirt. “I’m walkin’ out champion.” He seethes. Cut black. (author’s note: Holy shit, 1000 words EXACTLY according to Google Docs. Good luck, everyone. It’s gonna be bonkers.) |
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