Broken

Pressure Point 55
April 7, 2003
Starring Sharc

The fans popped when they saw the unrendered picture of Action! Woman. As the camera pulled back, it turned out, it was just a photo, and not, in fact, her. That was when a hand pulled the taped paper off the wall and slowly ripped it.

Right along her unrendered neck.

"Death to shitty characters," an emotionless voice said. The camera panned around, past the white walls, and came upon the figure of Sharc, who threw the two halves of the paper to the floor.

"Fuck Action! Woman. Two weeks ago, I entered, as someone would say, comedy hell. This federation. And guess what. I don't do comedy. I'm not a funny man. I don't have a stupid gimmick. I'm gonna tell you how the rest of my stay is going to go here.

"Two weeks ago, I broke the neck of Action! Woman. Because she is a useless bitch."

There were boos from the crowd at that line, as Sharc verbally assaulted the injured fan favorite. That was when Sharc headed over to a steel folding chair near the door and pulled out a bottle of beer.

"You see, this federation is stuck in the 1980s."

He twisted off the top and threw it toward the cameraman, who flinched for some reason, even though it was just a stupid bottle cap. He took a long sip and then looked at the camera, running a finger through his dyed blood red hair.

"One night later, I learned I wouldn't be needed. You have Kayden Paulton running around back here, and you won't let me rid myself of something that doesn't deserve to be here."

Sharc looked down at his beer and would not look up again.

"I've made a career out of chopping down people with care free existences. I give them a reason to care. I've made a living off proving people hypocrites. Prepare for yours. I've made a career on blood and pain. Prepare to bleed and hurt.

"Jeremy Bold, Reed Young, or whoever gave the order to punish me, you're going to regret it. Not in your blood or your pain. Just stay tuned. One week for a broken neck. I can't wait to see what you do to me….once I really get started."

That was when Sharc lurched to his feet and sped toward to the camera, wielding the beer bottle.

Static.

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