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Topic Started: May 12 2018, 01:54 PM (116 Views)
Sammy 3.0

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A small blonde haired, eight year old girl sits in front of a large, flat screen television. The girl is dressed in a child’s sized princess grown. Behind her, sitting on a black couch, is a small woman who looks very similar to the small child. To her left is a serious looking man in a brown coat and glasses, no hair to speak of.

On the screen is an episode of Sailor Moon. The small child watches Sailor Moon’s transformation with wide eyes. She turns, her piercing blue eyes staring straight at her mother, a smile upon her young face.

“I want to be a princess!”


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2010. A young girl named Samantha dies alongside her mother. They are discovered by the head of household and Samantha, her organs having been donated, ended up in the hands of a group of “mad” scientists. This group had discovered something deep in the Nevada desert, something that could change the properties of flesh. Through this an android could be given the spark needed to have life.

I am Sammy 3.0, the result of those experiments. Through countless reboots, memory wipes, and upgrades I have little left of my time as a mortal human. There are files deep in my memory banks, memories of a young girl. They are fragments of a happy life and a violent, dark end. The people who created me are long dead, having crossed paths with a certain group intent on ending their experiments.

For three years I wandered the world in secret. During these times I learned. I picked up human like quirks and speech patterns. Most importantly, I learned how to wrestle. I won’t bore you with details, I had to learn like everyone else. You might consider this a weakness. In truth, the ability to learn and “feel” is what separates me from a robot. I have the spark of life. It is more than an ability to learn and “feel”.

It is a desire, a need, to learn and “feel”. With that in mind, three years passed. Finally, thanks to Stanton Enterprises, I was unleashed upon the world. In total I have existed for eighteen years upon this planet. One could say the growth I made from being a simple child to Sammy 3.0 is staggering. One might also be slapped by an angry android as she explains the complexities of mental trauma on advanced android AI cores.

Luckily I can turn off parts of my memory. I can’t forget but I can take the very human route and hide the skeletons in Kalinda’s oversized closet. Sorry, Kalinda. I know it stinks in there but I have to hide my shame somewhere and, well, your closet fits the bill.

Speaking of Kalinda, isn’t it weird how things come together? I’m not sure how we got to this point. I won’t lie and say I dislike it. I feel as though I have a family, even if it’s only that in the loosest of definitions. I wear my dresses for Kalinda and I pretend, like a child, that I am a princess. I live this happy life, but it’s all at the expense of my flesh. My memory. My humanity. My life may seem like a fairy tale, but the truth… The truth is that until now I was just making the most out of what I was given.

Now I am successful. I can choose to stay here if I want. It’s no longer a convenience, I genuinely enjoy being with Kalinda. I enjoy our family. Each day they all teach me new things and together, we grow as one united group. Is there not a hint of human beauty to that, that a family can be born from the chaos of tortured minds and sparks of humanity?

There are moments I will never speak of, private moments where I share pieces of myself with Kalinda. These moments cause me to question myself and what I truly am. I feel, not in a human way, but I do feel. At first it was very subtle. As time went on I began to notice my own… Feelings.

Yet, that emotional compass is unrefined and often then not leads me into rushing situations. Perhaps that happened here, but recently I have paused to enjoy what I have in life. The dresses, Kalinda, MECHA-Kalinda. Even dancing on the dragon head coffee table when Kalinda isn’t looking. For the most part, outside of the tiring work I do for Stanton Enterprises, life is very simple. I paused to enjoy the moment.

Now we unpause the video. We let everything play out. The final night of Carnage Carnival is coming. It comes as a whirlwind of gore and violence. I am ready. I return to DTW as a double champion. I return to DTW with Kalinda by my side and a bond that can never be broken by the forces of professional wrestling. I can’t allow myself to lose my train of thought. On the final night of Carnage Carnival no one will be worried about love or what it means to be human.

No, every wrestler involved will be concerned with hurting anyone in their path. Focus. Love can wait. I must cast aside the feelings and grasp onto the one desire that drives my professional career, growth. Growth can only be accomplished through victory in our profession. Some would say not all victories are equal - but that is incorrect. Any victory is a good victory, especially a victory alongside Kalinda. I would have said our partners as well, but let’s be honest here, you might be good wrestlers but you’re not my dragon and I’m not loyal to you.

Joe is a champion. Rob is a veteran. Hanako throws punches that can knock out most grown men. All that pales in comparison to Kalinda. How could any partner hope to match the raw power that Kalinda holds? She stands as the first and only DTW champion. No matter what the results of Carnage Carnival are, Kalinda isn’t losing the DTW championship until she’s ready. That’s not even getting into personal feelings. All hail the dragon.

While I was wandering the earth for three years I met many champions. Many great humans that people looked up to. None can hold a candle to Kalinda. Enough gushing, you all know how I feel about Kalinda. You know what’s going on, I don’t have to paint the picture for you. Just be aware, I’ll put myself in danger to make sure Kalinda wins this match.

And that, my friends and enemies, leads us to the group standing opposite of us. Ultraviolence Union. The Odd Squad. Both are comprised of wrestlers that have exceeded the expectations set for them. They are dangerous, but they are not a true threat. A true threat is a wrestler that doesn’t care about winning, only hurting his opponents. At the end of the day, this is about victory. I will attain victory for my team in any way I can.

If it means making you bleed, you will bleed. If it means dancing on your skulls, be prepared for concussions. I would never call myself a warrior, I barely count as a wrestler. I dare you to defy me, because even though those facts are true, it doesn’t mean I can’t fight. It doesn’t mean I don’t know how to wrestle. Remember, I learn through example and action. When a wrestler gets the upper hand on me, I figure out why and I change it. Tactics, learn to use them.

I am very tactical and I am very, very dangerous. Not just in a wrestling ring, either. I’m the Android Almighty, walking the earth as a testament to my own strength and ability to grow. Not only that, I am an ideal. I am a picture. When you look at me you see a being that can inspire others, a being that can change the very landscape of professional wrestling.

I stand as a danger to the established pecking order, the pecking order maintained by PEOPLE who are quickly losing their power. PEOPLE who are losing their influence. PEOPLE who will soon fall by the wayside as those I inspire begin to rise. If you think I can’t bring that inspirational power to this match, you’re a fool. An idiot. A simpleton. I inspired Ricky Stanton to take Stanton Enterprises worldwide. As a result, I found the confidence to inspire Kalinda to try again, even when her past history with lovers is painful.

Believe it. I change things. The second I debuted, everything began to change. Kalinda took notice. Ricky Stanton took notice. Even those people who hide in the shadows and direct most of you to HATE me took notice. Don’t act like I don’t know what happens behind closed doors. Some of that ill will has even come from members of my own team this week.

But I’m not mad. I’m not capable of anger, only love, desire, and determination. Even though some of my partners may not be fond of me, be aware that I am. Be aware that I believe in you and I believe you can win this match, even if you can’t hold a candle to the STRENGTH and POWER of my soul mate.

I believe in you, so believe in me. Sammy 3.0 will never die.

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The scene opens to Kalinda’s bedroom. The windows of the bedroom are open and light shines in from outside. Sammy 3.0, dressed in a long blue gown, is seated on the balcony positioned outside of the bedroom, through a double glass door. Sammy sits and watches the sun as it begins to set. Behind her, MECHA-Kalinda and Kalinda stand, speaking words that only have meaning to the three of them. Masked words, like the adults in Peanuts.

Sammy sees a brief image of herself as a child, dressed in a Sailor Moon type outfit. She “remembers”. For a moment you might expect some sort of emotional outburst from Sammy, but something is different.

Something holds Sammy back. She looks to her left and Kalinda’s hand is upon her shoulder. She finds the strength to flash a holographic smile Kalinda’s way. MECHA-Kalinda watches, eventually leaving to cook dinner. Probably Hashbrowns, since that’s what Kalinda likes.

And there they sit together, alone, watching as the sun sets. Sharing secrets and emotions that no one else will ever experience. They speak of their pasts and their futures, of where they are now.

And they speak of the end of Carnage Carnival, of victory.

Victory seems so close, so close that Sammy could feel it. Kalinda is focused, she knows what must be done. And Sammy?

Sammy embraces the future.


Edited by Sammy 3.0, May 13 2018, 03:03 AM.
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