The Sound of Glass Breaking

Pressure Point 62
June 2, 2003
Starring: Sharc, Bait & Fiend

Sitting around his locker room, Sharc stares at his wall. Not really staring at the wall, just lost in thought. Lost in the moment of having opened up the biggest event of Action! and set the fans on fire.

Getting the win over that effervescent moron Kayden Paulton.

Getting the win over the self-proclaimed Fiend.

He probably didn't even notice the wall.

But he did notice as the door flew open suddenly and Bait stood in the frame of it, gasping for air. She had a panicked yet excited look on her face.

"Rich, you gotta come quick. Lisa is in labor, we gotta leave for Boston," she explained to him.

Sharc bounced up from his seated position, not really knowing what to do.

Lisa. She was the woman he had met in PIW and helped him to drive Leprechaun out of this business. The woman who taught him what pain was. The woman he was sick of. But the woman who was carrying his second child.

Sharc looked around at his bags and things which layed around on the floor and picked up a bag, leaving a shirt and some bottled water on the floor.

"Remember, we drove here. Let's get down to the lot," she planned.

Sharc nodded and he burst past her, with her quickly in trail behind him. They rushed down the halls nearly knocking people over as they headed for the lot.

They shoved the door open and exploded into the empty parking lot, their car nearby and they sprinted for it.

But from around the corner stepped Fiend and he loosely threw out an arm which clotheslined Sharc, he flipped through the air and landed on his head on the hard cement floor of the parking lot.

"Fiend, not now!" screamed Bait.

Fiend shot her a glance which shut her up completely.

He returned his focus down on the fallen Sharc who lay there gasping for breath and clutching the back of his neck. Fiend booted him in the side of the neck causing Sharc to shout out in pain.

"You think you're so smart pinning that neanderthal last week, Rich?" Fiend asked.

He pulled him to his feet and slammed his head hard into the cement wall of the parking lot. His head snapped back with a gruesome force and Sharc staggered backward.

His brow immediately busted open and blood began to trickle down the left side of his face.

Fiend grabbed him by the scruff of the neck again.

"People think you're the most vicious thing to ever enter a wrestling ring whereas I beg to differ from the general concensus, Sharc, my boy."

He tossed Sharc forward with what looked to be as little force as he could, but Sharc toppled over and his face scraped along the bitumen.

"But you think I'm just another Sharc wannabe, don't ya? You think that I'm just another person trying to gratify themselves off of a 'gimmick' you think is what you've created," Fiend told him.

He booted him in the face before he dragged him, by the hair, along the bitumen, with Sharc trying to keep up by shuffling on his knees.

"I've got news for you, Richie. You created nothing. People created you. You want to take your barbed wire board and smash people in the face with it? Be my guest, but I'm not lying down while you think you've gotten the better of me, Sharc," Fiend argued.

He yanked him up onto his feet and held onto the sides of Sharc's head, he began to swing him around by the head and let go, letting Sharc crash into the bitumen and roll into a wall with great force.

Sharc groaned loudly as his brow was splitting even further open.

Fiend bounced his neck from side to side and then rolled his shoulders before getting down in his face.

"You'll never get the better of me, Rich. I'm in there..." he tapped Sharc's forehead, "Deep inside your mind and there's no escape until one of us is pushing up daisies. And the way I see it, it's gotta be you!"

Fiend yanked him up onto his feet again and pushed him against the wall, he drove a stiff punch into his gut which doubled him over, causing him to dry wretch.

"You think you're going to the hospital tonight, Sharc? See your little bastard being yanked into this world by the legs and slapped across the ass and whatever it was that decided they'd have your dick in them cry tears of joy?"

He pounded another fist into Sharc's gut, this time he dropped to his knees.

"Yeah, you're going to the hospital, but not Boston, Rich. You're staying right here in Uniondale."

Fiend pulled him up onto his feet one last time and rested Sharc against a glass door.

He took a few steps back.

"Don't you wanna play anymore?" he asked.

And then Fiend charged forward. He launched himself into the air and drove Sharc through the glass door with a massive Erroneous Conclusion that sent the fans inside the arena into a roar.

Sharc was in a bad way. He was bloodied up bad. Fiend was a little better off. Except for the big gash on his cheek and the shard sticking out of his arm.

Fiend grinned as he got into Sharc's face, who was barely with it anymore. His blood dripped onto Sharc's face and Fiend lent into his ear and whispered.

"Tell God that Fiend sent ya."

He stood up and yanked the large shard from his arm and smashed it against the wall. He headed off down the corridor wherever the glass door led to.

Bait attended to Sharc as he lay there, not knowing where he was, not knowing what to do.

He found himself staring at the ceiling.

Not really looking at it, just lost in it.

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©2003 John Leary