Post by Rob Sharpe on Nov 26, 2017 23:30:39 GMT -5
“New York City.”
Cold open.
We find ourselves in an empty, dilapidated room, spanning wide and deep, possibly a floor in a warehouse building somewhere. We get a high-angle view of a man sitting on a barstool with no table or counter; hair on both scalp and face are cropped, his eyes narrowed slits staring daggers at us, the man is dressed in a suit, slightly ruffled and fitting in a fashion that tells us it was bought off a rack and not custom-tailored. The man stretches out, before speaking up.
“A city that’s earned its place and reputation in the wrestling business, and a place near and dear to me. And after Union Battleground sent out an open letter for folks looking to seek out a challenge… well, goes without saying I answered the call.”
He grins.
“The name’s Rob Sharpe. I’m forty-two years old, six-foot-three, two hundred fifty pounds, and I just got back into this freak show of a business I love too damn much. Some of you mighta seen me do my thing in my hometown of Philadelphia, Pee-Ay, over with the good people of WarZone Ultraviolent, throwing poor saps into anything not nailed down. And yeah, I’m pretty good at it… or so they say. But I’m not here to talk Warzone.
“I’m here to talk Union Battleground and their Burning Hammer show next week. And on top of that, I’m here to talk a fella named Crowbar.”
Sharpe cracks his knuckles.
“I’ve heard rumblings about ya, Crowbar; how big and bad you are, how tough you are in a match OR a fight, and well… I guess it’s gonna be up to me to see just how tough you really are.”
A brief sigh and shrug.
“Good thing this old dog’s ready for anything, huh? I’ve been in and out of this business for a long stretch of time, Crowbar. I’ve fought some tough men, some VERY tough men; let’s just say that if you’re gonna try and compare yourself to them? That’s gonna be one tall order. And I’m crazy enough to do matches where throwing dudes into glass is SOP, so you KNOW I’m no pushover myself, even if I’m old enough to be some of my opponent’s dad!”
He chuckles and shakes his head.
“You might know all that much about me, Crowbar, but next Sunday, believe me; you will know just what I can do. Whether it’s hold-for-hold or fist-to-fist, you’re in for one hell of a fight, win or lose. And honestly, I HAVE nothing to lose in New York. I’ll be coming there looking for a challenge on December 3.”
