Hate Still Burns

Pressure Point 59
May 5, 2003
Starring: Sharc

"Can I tell you a story? It's a little story with some history to it. Some of you pieces of shit might have watched it unfold a few months ago. You might have seen the madness it created in me. It might be the reason why I hear voices in my head. It might be the reason I'm playing around with Fiend and Kayden Paulton, two nothings in the greater scheme of Action.

"But they are not the point of this history lesson. About six months ago, there was a death. A meaningful death. A death that pushed me over the edge. Those who have followed me might think I'm talking about the last place I worked for, PIW.

"No.

"Fuck no. That place could die a thousand deaths for all I care. And it probably will before those three letters are finally worn out. No. The death happened in PIW. And all the players, oddly, now work for this shitty promotion.

"Myself. Sylo. KroW."

This would be the only time Sharc paused in this rant. And it was only for a few seconds, as he growled out the last name. Sharc, as always, showed no emotion in his speech, just deadly seriousness. Taking after the animal from which his name is borrowed.

"Finally, after going through tables, getting shredded with barbed wire, getting hit with baseball bats, chairs, beer bottles and fucking rocks, I had proved myself to the only man stupider than Reed Young.

"So a match happened. Sharc vs. Sylo. Sylo was the PIW champion. That nobody held a title I deserved. I had been a TV champion, a Hardcore champion, and robbed of a US title there by screwjobs and politics, but this was my chance at cleaning those little, harmless wrongs.

"This was my everything. Sylo, that war machine, the destroyer of all, has never beaten me. And I would have beaten him that night. I had him bleeding like a stuck pig, I had him gasping for breath.

"I was going to win. Then fucking KroW burned down my victory party. I can still feel being cracked in the skull with gas cans. And him beating on me. I'll never forget, KroW. Never. He killed me. He killed the one sliver of hope I had in years. Killed me again. Made me into nothing.

"People have always thought I am some stupid wrestling gimmick. Well, sometimes, the real world joins us. Tonight, you are all going to witness the death of KroW's worthless hopes and dreams. The ones that don't mean shit where he's going.

"You are lucky I haven't come for you sooner. But you want to get the big push? Fuck you. I now see you are the reason I'm playing with little nothings down here. You don't deserve another world title. You don't deserve shit here. You deserve only one thing.

"Torture.

"Tonight, I'm going to solve a problem that has plagued you and me. I'm going to beat you so badly, you'll forget who KroW is, and then you'll leave this stupid business, and go back to whatever you did in one of your five other forgotten lives. You see, KroW, you are such an asshole, that you just attract brutal beatings that make you forget who you were in the first place.

"War is declared, tonight. Tonight, your new life, will be that of an accident victim. Coma-bound. Hospital-bound. And one day, it would give me nothing but pleasure, to pull the plug."

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