Who'll Get to Hell First?

Pressure Point 60
May 12, 2003
Starring: Sharc, Bait & Fiend

"Welcome to the city of hardcore," Sharc simply said as he entered the arena, actually getting a decent pop from fans who remembered him earlier from a previous bloody stop in the city. Bait walked in behind him, absent last week, and for good reason. KroW vs. Sharc was as big as it gets for Sharc. It has sparked something in him. Desire he had lost.

"You know how much fun it is to gut a fish?" a voice called out just a bit down the hall.

As the camera turned, it captured the figure of Fiend. A man as sick as KroW. A man he simply hated, a man he didn't want to play with. The feeling was mutual. This was hate. This was not an angle. These guys enjoyed beating the hell out of each other.

That was when Sharc attacked.

But not Fiend.

A security guard was just inside the doorway. And he stole his two-way radio.

And then charged at Fiend, only to be speared to the ground. Fiend punched Sharc square in the jaw and he lose his grip on the weapon. Fiend lifted himself up and landed a knee in Sharc's crotch.

"Get off of him!" Bait screamed.

Fiend just cocked an eye up at her and laughed.

He picked up the two-way.

CRACK.

CRACK.

CRACK.

Brutally with the butt end of the radio, raining down blow after blow for several seconds before tossing aside the weapon. Fiend pulled Sharc up to his feet and put him in a headlock. And started walking him to the door.

THUD!

Sharc fell to the ground after being ran into the steel pole of the metal door.

Fiend left the door open and pulled Sharc out enough so his head was exposed.

SLAM!

"NOOOOOOOOO!" Bait screamed.

Fiend opened the door again and somehow Sharc rolled out of the line of the second swing. But he didn't move after that.

Fiend came back inside and cracked a fiendish smile, and then looked up at Bait.

"So this is your man? Well, it looks like he don't wanna play with me anymore. I hope you realize that this is only the beginning. Kayden Paulton was victim one. This is victim--"

Fiend was suddenly cut off as a bloody Sharc grabbed him from behind and ran him straight ahead into a concrete wall. And again. And a third time. Fiend was down on his knees. A fourth time into the wall. Still on his knees, Sharc grabbed him by the throat and walked him toward the same door Fiend had just brutalized Sharc with.

They went outside into the darkness, as Sharc yelled at the cameraman to follow him. "C'mon! This is all legal as long as it's on TV!" Sharc roared out, with a bit of insanity in his voice.

Sharc whipped Fiend into a car with all his might. But that wasn't enough for Sharc.

"KEYS!" Sharc yelled to Bait.

"Rich…"

"KEYS!" Sharc repeated.

Reluctantly, Bait handed them over. Sharc stuck the key into the lock and opened the door. Instead of getting inside, what had to be Sharc's own rental car, he tried to ram his face through the door of the sedan.

Fiend blocked it.

SMASH.

But Sharc couldn't.

Both men fell to the pavement, hurting.

Then Fiend saw the keys and snatched them off the ground.

"NO!" Bait yelled.

Fiend shoved Sharc's head under the tire and started to get into the car. That's when a swarm of security ran out and literally pulled Fiend to the pavement, face-down.

The security guard Sharc had attacked, had, ironically, saved Sharc's life by calling in for backup on the two-way radio. Lucky for Sharc, it hadn't been broken. The guard looked at the bloody scene, dazed.

The security guard did his job.

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©2003 John Leary