Levine vs. Sharc
Cage of Torture Match

PP 88
Jan. 7, 2004
Writers: Paul L. & John Leary

The music video had completed its run, and the camera quickly cut to the backstage area. A low buzz surrounded the backstage area, as many staff members and wrestlers retreated to their respective posts, making sure to stay clear of the hallways. Why would any wrestler or staff member become afraid of standing in a public hallway? Because Levine would be passing through the lonely corridors, very shortly.

Police officers and security members alike informed the backstage area that they were retrieving the Satanic God, and that it would be in their “best interest” to stay clear. Two police officers, heavily guarded by heavy armor and consecutive pistols in their respective holsters, knocked on the locker room door marked “Levine”. Soon, about five officers/guards stepped forth from the locker room door, and following them was the wrestler himself. This man was legally banned from Action Wrestling, but was given a 24 hour waiver to battle his final match in the Action Wrestling ring.

Never again would the fans, the staff, or the wrestlers become forced to withstand the verbal and physical abuse of the man formerly known as KroW. Levine, who was sporting a plastic mask half covering his burnt and scared face, stepped slowly down the corridor. He lifted his head for a moment, looking at the five guards in front of him, and than turning his head slightly to see the five guards in back of him…not to mention the two SWAT members with pistols on the sides of him. His wrists remained locked in the confines of a pair of handcuffs. But one must wonder…was he really bound? Or was he just playing along?

The corridor was so quiet that you could’ve heard a pin drop. Only the low buzz from the crowd could be heard, overshadowing the echoes of the footsteps of Levine and his security team, which was really around for the security of the rest of the backstage area. The camera remained focused on the scene, as the group of men slowly neared the entrance ramp.

”This next contest is scheduled for ONE fall and is Action Wrestling’s FIRST…CAGE…OF…TORTURE!”

The voice of Action’s announcer echoed in the arena, as spotlights began to shine on the oddly shaped structure hanging above the ring. It was of a standard steel cage, with the exception that every single centimeter of the metallic structure was covered in sharp barbed wire fencing. The structure was not dropped just yet, for if it was, the wrestlers could not enter the ring. The moment the cage closes…no one can get in, and no one can get out…

The scene quickly goes back to Levine, who has been stopped at the rear (behind the scenes area) of the entrance platform. Levine stretched his arms out before him, allowing the middle officer to cut him free from his confines. The two SWAT members quickly raise their pistols, making sure Levine cooperates. The Satanic God only massages his wrists for a moment before reaching into his left pocket and extracting a small metal shank. The team quickly shoots a glare at Levine, who smiles in their directly and places the shank into the chief policeman’s chest pocket. And just as a grinning Levine turned around, he stopped for a moment and looked over his shoulder…

”I was going to bring that into the match, but seeing the shock on your faces was worth the risk,” Levine said with a cocky tone, “Next time…do your jobs right…fucking donut eating pigs”

And with that said, the music of “Introduction to Mayhem” by Primer 55 soon surrounded the entire arena, forcing the fans to get off their seats and react with a wave of jeers. The lights went off, and the red skylights began to circle around the arena, caressing the crowd as well as the stage (which began to glow a dark red). And after the customary flames shot up from the stage, the figure of Levine appeared at the top of the ramp.

The appearance of Levine immediately begged for the crowd to respond in a great deal of jeers for the Anti-Savior of Action Wrestling. His masked face and his scarred/burnt body made his way down the ramp, red lights flashing in his face. In his mind, he compared the lights surrounding him like the flames once surrounded him. Slow flashbacks flashed in his mind for a brief moment. The face of Sharc’s serious expression, as he burned Levine alive on that dark and hot winter night (yes, hot) plagued Levine’s mind as he walked slowly to down the corridor towards the ring. He stopped abruptly as he reached the apron and slowly removed his protective mask (a mask advised by medical personnel to wear, to avoid further injuries).

The man’s face was grotesque.

Levine’s once perfectly white complexion was now half tanned and darkened by scars. A large circular scar planted itself over the right side of his face, as crinkled scars of human flesh riddled across it. His face almost seemed like it had two parts to it…one of a normal man and the other of a burnt and bruised man.

You could say that one side was looking into the ring, and the other was still looking into the flames of personal hell.

As he rolled himself to the ring, he positioned himself in the center of the ring and pressed his closed fist into the air…evoking flames to come bursting from each of the four corners of the ring. The lights came back as “Introduction to Mayhem” by Primer 55 slowly began to fade. The fans continued their jeers as Levine slowly and calmly paced the ring, looking at every inch of the ring, before shifting his view to the structure that hung above him. It was exactly what he envisioned the structure to be…

And as the fans looked on in the ring, cameras switched to the backstage area. The locker room marked “Sharc” quickly was burst open, the door slamming harshly into the wall and the sound of metal hitting brick echoed in the locker room area. Suddenly, three figures came forth from the locker room door. The first being Amy King, who held a kendo stick in her hand for protection (most likely Sharc’s doing). Next, came a mysterious masked man. This man was most likely the man that had paid Sharc to commit these blasphemous towards Levine. The man remained still like a guard, a hood hiding his head and a black ski mask hiding his face. He held a steel bat in his grasp and awaited the third member of the team to get out of the backstage area.

Sharc soon stumbled forward, his crutches keeping him supported. Amy looked over at her lover with deep concern, as the masked figure just walked over as if telling Sharc to move his ass matter-of-factly. The locker room staff members suddenly reappeared in the backstage area, as some began to yell out such complementary expressions such as “Go get em’ Rich!” and “You can do it man, kick his ass!”. Sharc paid no attention to them, and simply stumbled past them with Amy to his left and the masked man to his right. Sharc looked over at “JJ”, as JJ stopped in his tracks and grunted out…

”Are you ready for this? I have a lot of money riding on you”

Sharc only scoffed and pulled his crutches from under them.

”Rich…,” Amy protested as he looked to force the crutches to Sharc. But Sharc only scoffed at her as well, and as they both watched, he quickly brought both crutches up and cracked them over his injured leg. The fans, watching on the Action Tron, BLEW UP in cheers as Sharc eyed both members of his team and told them both…

”Stay here, I’m doing this alone”

”But Rich…you’re hurt…”

”I said, stay here”

His voice was harsh, and had a dark demonic tone to it. A surprised Amy only openly stared at him and slowly backed away. JJ only grinned behind his mask, until Sharc shot a stare at him as well and repeated, “Stay here”

”What? Fuck you, Rich…I have money invested in this and if I’m pay…”

But the masked JJ was immediately cut off in mid sentence. Amy let out a sharp gasp, as Sharc reached over and snatched JJ by his throat, pulling him forward and bringing him nose to nose with the crimson haired extremist. The piercing glare of Sharc’s was enough to bring JJ to his senses, “I’m not in the mood for this bullshit right now, JJ. If you don’t want to piss me off, than do as I say”

Not another word spilled from JJ. He simply backed off and headed for the locker room, as Sharc hobbled forward towards the backstage area of the entrance stage. As Sharc walked off, Amy watched him. Her eyes filled with concern, and her face filled with fear. Her beautifully tanned skin turned to one of ghostly pale. Sharc had left her to watch his massacre…and she wasn’t sure if he was coming back. It was like watching her lover leave for the last time. She wanted to reach over to him and beg him to stay, she wanted to grab him and kiss him passionately…but she had to be strong. If Richard Hertz wanted to finish his battle, no one could stop him. Amy would have to do what a soul-mate does…and stand by her lover’s decision.

”Good luck, Richard,” she whispered before walking off towards the locker room.

The fans went into a buzz, as Levine paced around the ring once more. As cold air pressed against his burnt skin, Levine couldn’t help but wince from the stinging pain. He tried to hide his pain, but the constant shaking of his head (attempting to shake off the sting) only made his injuries more obvious. But soon the attention was off the Levine the moment the lights dimmed and the sounds of “Five Minutes Alone” blasted across the arena.

The fans immediately rose to their feet in cheers as lights began to blink frantically and rhythmically. The figure of Sharc soon appeared at the top of the entrance ramp and began to hobble its way down the entrance corridor. The fans were ecstatic were joy, as the Action hero hobbled his way to the ring. But as he reached the ring apron, he stopped dead in his tracks and stared at Levine, who returned the stare with ease. It was a cold stare between two bitter enemies. But unlike many other battles, these men were in no condition to battle one another. Sharc was a one legged man in an ass kicking contest, and Levine was burnt mess of a flesh. Both had their extreme injuries, and both knew the risks of entering such a battle. Sharc soon rolled himself into the ring and stare continued from their…but as it did, the structure began to fall over them.

The stare was not broken.

The barbed wire cell slowly fell into the place, as attendants (in heavy gloves) began to tighten the cage around the ring posts and keep it secure, while Levine and Sharc remained in an unbreakable stare. Ref Reffington of Action Wrestling’s officiating team soon arrived on the scene in the center of both men and watched as they stared. The official, much like the wrestlers, was in great danger as well. And as the cell structure was trapped in place, Ref had to do his job…and with a prayer in his heart…he called for the bell.

*Ding Ding Ding*

No sooner did the bell ring, than did both men brutally begin to wail on each other. Sharc hit the first right hand, catching Levine right on his scarred face. Levine returned the favor and shot a hard right hand of his own. Sharc, only affected for a mere millisecond, returned the shot with another right hand. Levine, toughing it out, shot another right hand at Sharc. But as Levine looked for a follow up left hand, Sharc blocked the shot and hit a left hand of his own. This was followed by a quick right hand, and another right hand.

Due to Levine’s facial injuries, Sharc had the clear advantage in a fist to face fight. As Levine staggered back from the punches, Sharc grabbed the back of Levine’s head with his left and drove his right fist into the top of Levine’s skull…not once, not twice, but three times, forcing Levine to one knee. Sharc quickly hobbled his way over to Levine and forced the Satanic God to his feet and whipped him to the ropes. But as Sharc looked for some sort of attack, Levine dodged down and hit a dropkick to Sharc’s injured leg, which immediately sent the Crimson Haired Extremist to the ground.

The gun shot wound taken three weeks ago was still not healed, and it forced Sharc into quick submission of the pain. Levine soon stood up in a rage and began stomping away on the injured leg of Sharc. Sharc, yelling out in pain, quickly rolled over to the ropes, using them to spring up to a vertical base and lean himself against the corner. Levine was quick on the attack though, as he grabbed Sharc by his head and quickly sent a hard headbutt into his cranium.

As Sharc winced in pain (and as Levine winced in even more pain), Levine grabbed Sharc’s leg, pulled it up to the second rope, draped it over (so that the leg was in between the barbed wire fence and the ropes), and KICKED the leg in…sandwiching it between the cell and the ropes. Sharc let out a loud roar of pain, as blood soon began to drip down from Sharc’s bandaged shin (covering the gun shot wound suffered three weeks ago). But Levine didn’t stop there, and quickly lifted Sharc’s leg back up and did the same exact thing a second time…

The fans winced in pain as Sharc let out a LOUD roar of pain, as he quickly moved his leg from the predicament and fell to his rear end, leaning against the corner. An angry Levine quickly pulled Sharc away from the corner, by his leg and placed him in the center of the ring. Levine than measured Sharc up and dropped a driving elbow drop to the face of Sharc, followed by a second, a third, and ending it with a fourth…with every elbow that was dropped into Sharc’s face, Sharc attempted to avoid it…only to get blasted harder than the previous shot. After the four consecutive blows, Sharc somehow had rolled his way to the corner and rose to his foot (one leg, remember?). Levine, seeing Sharc at a vertical base, charged as fast as he could…

Only to get face first into the barbed wire wall.

The fans let out an “OH~!” of despair, as Levine’s face scratched across the steel wiring and forced the Satanic God to his knees. Bringing his hands to his already scarred face, he covered the opened wounds which began to leak out small amounts of puss and blood (a disgusting sight to say the least). But leaving himself open for attack, allowed Sharc ample time to get to his feet and quickly dropkick Levine in the back of the head.

As Levine went face first into the mat, Sharc quickly (fighting the pain and biting his lip as hard as he could) shot into Levine with a hard roaring elbow drop into the small of the back of Levine. As Levine moaned out in pain, Sharc quickly grabbed Levine by his skull and dug his finger into the scar of Levine. Sharc, almost applying a crippler crossface-esque face gouge, bent his back farther and allowed his fingers to dig deeper into the open wounds of Levine.

Sharc could feel Levine’s blood slowly caressing his fingers, until he felt a sharp pain in his injured leg and quickly released the hold. After the direct elbow shot into Sharc’s wounded leg, Levine pulled on Sharc’s leg and smashed into it with a hard elbow smash. As Sharc grunted out in immense pain, Levine grabbed the former PIW Hardcore champion by his head and forced him up.

Levine than lifted Sharc onto his shoulder, propelled forward and SMASHED Sharc’s skull into the barbed wire cell. Sharc slumped over the second rope, as scratches could be seen reddening on his face. Levine, relentless in his pursuit, pulled Sharc back up and whipped him to the ropes and upon Sharc return, Levine planted the ‘new mind manipulator’ with a hard back elbow smash, knocking him right back down.

This wasn’t a fancy wrestling bout; neither man had the strength in them to commit many high risk moves. This was going to be a fight, an all out brawl…similar to one you would see on the streets. As Sharc attempted to get to his feet, Levine eyed Sharc’s open palm and STOMPED right on it. Sharc quickly pulled his hand to his chest and moaned out in pain, as Levine measured up and dropped the end of his knee into the side of Hertz’s skull. Hertz was in a great deal of trouble, his one legged position was his biggest disadvantage. It seemed every time Sharc looked to get up, Levine would attack the leg….so Sharc had to play the weakness game too…

Levine’s burnt face.

Sharc quickly reached up, dug his nails into Levine’s burn scars and raked down as hard as he could. Levine roared out in the greatest amount of pain and he quickly fell to the mat on his hands and knees. And Sharc, using his quick adrenaline rush, pulled Levine up a bit and planted him with a DDT, followed by the cover.

One…

Two…

But it was nowhere close to the three count, as a powerful Levine kicked out. Sharc, still on his one leg, pulled Levine up once more and RAN his face into the steel chipped wall. Levine staggered back from the impact, allowing Sharc to reach from behind and drop Levine with a standard neckbreaker. Sharc, again, looked for the cover.

One…

Two…

But again, it was a quick kickout at the count of two. Levine was far from defeated, and the same went for Sharc. Both men slowly got to their feet, as Sharc quickly sent a hard right hand into Levine’s face. Levine staggered back into the ropes, as Sharc propelled forward and looked for a spinning heel kick, but Levine DUCKED and Sharc was forced into the barbed wire cell! The fans let out an “OH~!” as Sharc’s body fell into the trap between the cell and the ropes, and forced his entire back to get scratched. A few marks of blood trickled down Sharc’s back, as he slid down the cell wall and back through the ropes.

Levine grabbed hold of Sharc then and prepared to do something as a final insult to all of the wrestling smarks in the crowd. He locked Sharc into a figure-four leglock. And yeah, it didn’t help that as he did it, he lifted up middle fingers and aimed them at the crowd.

Sharc roared in pain, pulling at his long hair, as if trying to detract from the pain in his leg at the moment. Levine eventually dropped his middle fingers and began punching away on Sharc’s bad leg.

That’s when Sharc did something Levine could not have been prepared for. Somehow, Sharc shut out the pain and suddenly dug into his trunks. He pulled out something that Levine didn’t notice.

When Sharc lurched forward, Levine suddenly felt a stinging in his own leg. The stinging quickly turned to a white hot burn as Sharc stabbed Levine with something in Levine’s exposed right leg. It was enough to make Levine drop the hold and give Sharc a quick breather as Levine looked down to see new bloody wounds on his own leg.

Enraged, Levine charged toward Sharc on his knees, but Sharc punched Levine in the side of the head with what appeared to be a pair of wire cutters. Levine collapsed backward and Sharc crawled quickly on top of Levine and stabbed Levine in the forehead with the cutters. He then brutally jammed the cutters into Levine’s head, twisting it like a drill, and then tore the weapon free from Levine’s burnt flesh, bringing a gush of puss and blood.

Sharc rolled away and then crawled toward the cage. Behind him, he heard the sickest, most demonic laugh coming from Levine, even as he laid flat on his back. This pain was nothing. Well, it was SOMETHING, but Levine was just enjoying it too much.

At the cage, Sharc was snipping wire. He grabbed himself a long strand and then pulled himself to his feet. Levine turned himself over and started to push himself up to his feet when suddenly Sharc whipped him with the strand of barbed wire! The crowd let out a roar of shock and disgust as the wire took hold, ripping flesh and opening wounds on Levine’s back. Even if they hated Levine, it was still a disgusting sight. Sharc continued whipping Levine with the wire, smiling as he did so, all while somehow balancing himself on one leg.

When the whipping was through, Sharc moved in to get more of Levine. He stood over him and wrapped the wire around Levine’s throat! Levine’s eyes bulged out as the sharp razor wire gouged his flesh and cut off his oxygen. Desperate, Levine grabbed hold of Sharc’s legs and fell backward onto the mat, breaking the hold, as Sharc’s leg took another jarring bump.

Levine unwrapped the wire from his neck and began wrapping it around his fist. Moving as quickly as he could (which wasn’t very quick at all, but still he was in a bit better shape than Sharc now), he grabbed hold of both of Sharc’s legs and spread them apart.

“Here’s a present for that bitch,” Levine said with a sick grin upon his face as he dropped the barbed wire fist straight down into Sharc’s crotch! The entire crowd gasped and booed at the disgusting move. Sharc let out a silent scream due to the pain that was too intense to even make sound.

Levine tossed the tangled barbed wire on his fist aside and grabbed the wire cutters Sharc had left on the mat. He headed to the cage and cut off his own strand. He returned to Sharc and began wrapping the wire around Sharc’s wounded leg.

Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp!

Every stomp sunk the teeth of the barbed wire deeper into Sharc’s wounded leg and made the fans boo as Levine took delight from his sadistic action. Levine put a boot on Sharc’s chest and the referee made the count.

One.

Two.

Th-Sharc raised his right arm off the mat. Levine was simply going for humiliation now.

The fans noticed movement at the entryway. The fans cheered as they saw it was Amy, Sharc’s valet, standing there. She was holding two things now. In addition to a kendo stick, she held what appeared to be a black remote control. Levine stared at her from inside the cell...smiling at the prospect that he was going to get loose and assault her even further.

That’s when Levine felt it. He didn’t know exactly what he felt. He just knew that she wasn’t doing this to try and invite him out.

She was trying to let somebody else in.

That man emerged from the crowd, a steel chair in his hand. But it wasn’t in his hand for long as “JJ” slid it into the ring for his personal hitman. Sharc grabbed the chair, used it to push himself up and then spun around on his good leg, only to see Levine wasn’t looking at Amy anymore.

“What happened to doing it alone, Hertz?” Levine asked with a sick smile across his face.

“What can I say?”

Sharc unloaded with a brutal chair shot to the top of Levine’s head that echoed around the arena like thunder.

“I lied,” Sharc finished.

The crowd gasped in shock at the impact. As Levine stood there, almost dead on his feet, Sharc wound up with all his might and delivered a second, even more sickening chair shot. Levine still stood there, eyes glazed over, as Sharc dropped the chair on the mat.

Unable to charge forward, Sharc managed to hop toward Levine and grab him around the neck and drop Levine face down on the chair.

SHARC ATTACK!

With a mighty pop, Levine’s scarred face met the steel. Sharc grabbed his leg in pain. As he cradled his leg, Levine was unmoving. Sharc knew he had Levine. He just had to turn him over and make the pin, but the pain was crippling the rest of his body at the moment. His body was just not working in conjunction with his brain.

After several seconds, somehow, he found the strength to roll forward. Only able to turn Levine over with his left arm, because he was using his right for support, Sharc finally made the cover on Levine.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

NO!

Levine kicked out of the Sharc Attack! The fans let out a roar that was part disappointment and part jeers. They badly wanted to see Levine be defeated. This was a rivalry that was so intense, neither man could wait to settle things at the pay-per-view, not that the company would even want to pay Levine extra bucks to show up on the event, even if he might make the company some money. But right now, it wasn’t about backstage politics. It was about a blood feud. It was about intense pain and pure brutality.

Sharc got to a knee and reached for the ropes to pull himself up the rest of the way. He waited on Levine to push himself up to his feet. Sharc was in position, ready to spring into action and hit a second Sharc Attack and finish off Levine. The Satanic God got himself to a standing position and Sharc moved in for the kill.

Levine shrugged off the attack and grabbed Sharc around the waist. With a burst of energy, Levine lifted Sharc over his head and dropped him down onto his neck in a release German suplex that folded Sharc in half! Both men laid there, unmoving, until Sharc simply rolled to one side, unmoving. Levine stared up at the blurry lights above him for several seconds before he could shake out the cobwebs and saw Sharc ready to be beaten beside him.

Levine crawled atop Sharc. The fans urged Sharc to kick out.

ONE!

The fans booed in protest as others stomped and clapped, trying to urge on Sharc.

TWO!

SMACK

The count was broken by Amy! She had charged down the aisle into the ring and cracked her cane across the back of Levine’s head.

SMACK

And then smacked him again.

SMACK SMACK SMACK CRACK

And then her weapon was lost. Levine raised to his knees, laughing, as he watched Amy toss the cane aside. He grabbed at the back of his skull before he pushed himself to his feet. Amy, for some stupid reason, wasn’t backing away from him. Love does stupid things to people sometimes. She was essentially sacrificing herself here, in the hopes that Sharc could recover enough to finish the war. No war is without casualties. She knew this all too well.

Amy stared into the eyes of the Satanic God and then slowly raised her hands up, as if into fighting position, but then two fingers popped up. Her middle ones, obviously, getting a cheer from the crowd for her ballsiness. Levine burst out in his trademark sadistic laughter before he charged for her, ready to choke the holy hell out of her. Using her speed, she ducked down, and Levine met the ropes.

Another distraction. He felt it coming. He spun around and came face to mask with “JJ.” Levine forgot all about Amy for the moment, and saw that Sharc was still down and not moving. The masked man took a swing for Levine with the bat, but Levine sidestepped it by just barely enough, and the bat hit the mat to his right. Levine grabbed hold of the masked man by the throat with both of his hands and squeezed hard as he drove the man into the nearest turnbuckle.

He looked into the eyes of the man who had originally hired Sharc and had set this war off, not that Sharc wouldn’t have been a willing soldier anyhow. Levine let up his grip a little and a quizzical look crossed his face.

Those eyes...so familiar...

No longer wanting to play games, Levine punched the fuck out of the man, sending him down to the mat. He grabbed at the mask and pulled so hard on the mask that it didn’t come off — it ripped in two.

Levine stared down at the man in shock. Levine had suspected it all along, but he had never been 100 percent sure until now. He stared into the eyes of the man who had once been the leader of a federation that competed with Action. A man who despised Levine with his entire being. This man who hated Levine so much that when Levine won their company’s world title, he closed it down rather than let an abomination like KroW represent it. Many fans in the crowd recognized him immediately. Some cheered, the just watched in shock or confusion.

That man was Jim Johnson, the former owner of Pinnacle of Insane Wrestling!

“Fuck you, KroW!” Johnson screamed.

This time, Levine didn’t feel it coming when Sharc, somehow, managed to get to his feet again, grab Levine around the neck and deliver a very nasty, snapping Sharc Attack! The crowd popped huge for the move, and this time, Sharc rolled over, shutting off the intense pain in his leg. He hooked the leg and the referee made the count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

The bell sounded.

The crowd popped huge as Sharc rolled off Levine and raised his arms from the mat. Johnson grabbed hold of Sharc’s hands and helped him up to his feet as “Five Minutes Alone” signaled Sharc’s victory. Amy, remaining cautious, waited on the floor, tears running down her cheeks. Ever so slowly, a smile crept onto her face.

Johnson bent down and picked up the bat. Sharc stopped Johnson from moving in on Levine. He wanted the bat for himself. Using it as a cane to hobble over into position, Sharc raised the bat above his head and then smashed it down across Levine’s left kneecap! Had Levine been conscious at the time, he no doubt would have sat bolt upright in pain, or maybe even screamed out. Instead, he remained flat on the mat, unmoving.

Again, Sharc raised the bat. This time, he headed to Levine’s other leg. He raised the bat up and then struck down on Levine’s other kneecap, no doubt trying to cripple Levine. This was vengeance, pure and simple. He raised the aluminum bat again and cracked each leg once more. He didn’t know if he’d broken anything, but it was the thought that counted. At worst, he was going to have a mighty hard time walking around for anywhere from several weeks to the rest of his life.

His vengeance done, Sharc tossed the bat to the mat and turned his attention to a beaming Jim Johnson. Johnson stood down over Levine, bent down, and slapped him several times in the face, getting no response.

Johnson blamed Levine for the closing of PIW. Johnson blamed Levine for the hell his life had become in the year that had passed. Now, living vicariously through Sharc, he was a victor. He raised his arms in the air, gloating. What he didn’t notice, however, was Sharc staring a hole through the back of Johnson’s head.

Action’s Player was sick of getting upstaged in victories. Jim Johnson had not won this match. It was Sharc. And Johnson was about to become the pawn. When Johnson turned around, he was met with a baseball bat being jammed into his gut. He bent over in half, his wind stolen from his lungs. He raised the bat up again and smashed it down upon Johnson’s back.

Sharc, frustrated by the months of hell his body had endured because of both these men, lost it. He began smashing the bat over and over into Johnson’s back. Johnson’s body jerked and spasmed each time Sharc rained brutality down upon him. It had to be about ten or fifteen shots before Sharc took a break from the pummeling, which was met by shock from the crowd.

Sharc was in a very dark place as he unleashed his months of frustration. This wasn’t about the fans. This was about unleashing the hell that had been trapped inside his body. This was catharsis.

“It’s over.” Sharc said as he looked from Levine to Johnson. “It’s all over.”

Outcome: Sharc via pinfall

NEXT CHAPTER: Sharc in BRAND Wrestling >>

©2003 John Leary