Old Friends, New Enemy

Pressure Point 63
June 9, 2003
Starring Sharc, Bait, Some Old Friends Of Theirs & Fiend

"Look who I found!" Bait said as she entered Sharc's locker room. He looked up to see, besides Bait, three of his old acquaintances. Men who had taught him and men who had learned from him. Men he has been wrestling with and around since 1999.

Lowlife. One of Sharc's hardcore idols. Lowlife feared nobody. He bled in nearly every match. But he never complained and never missed a match.

The Thief. A man Sharc had some great matches against in the waning days of the World Wrestling League, trading the National Title back and forth several times. He made his career off of stealing popular gimmicks, rather blatantly, and running with them. Thus, the name.

Serpent. Except, Serpent wasn't Serpent anymore. He had changed his name to Diamondback recently. He was trying to get a job with the Asylum, but now looks to be joining Spinebuster Wrestling. Same character, cooler name.

"Well I'll be damned."

Sharc extended his hand, saying their names (for the audience who for the most part knew nothing of these men) as he shook it, and then briefly hugging them.

"Man, I didn't think I'd see you guys every again after Tidal Wave got shut down."

"I didn't think I'd be in Action," Lowlife said with a smile. "This is the big time, Sharc."

"Luckily, the Thief has always been big time, ya hear me?"

The other three all answered with an "I hear ya."

"Bait actually brought us here," Diamondback said. "I've seen some of the shit you're doing here. Good stuff. You've toned it down a little bit?"

"Yeah," Sharc said with a short laugh. "None of these guys here are like we were. They're all sissy wrestlers. They don't know shit about hardcore."

"We're a dying breed," Diamondback said. "Fuck Action, then. Nobody here can even touch you."

"Oh really?" a voice said from behind Sharc's friends.

Fiend.

"I beg to differ with that," he said, boldly walking into what was a hornets nest of sorts. "Oh. You have friends now? So, Sharc got his ass whooped and now he needs a gang to back him up?" Fiend chuckled. "That's right. You're a fucking pussy now."

"You ain't shit," Sharc said simply. "You don't fucking scare me, Fiend. You do realize I'm only playing around with you? I enjoy getting the shit kicked out of me. Or maybe you didn't realize that yet. You're just juicing me up. You're going to lose in the end. And hell, I'd kick your ass tonight, but I've already had a match tonight against Brock Shepherd. So we'll have to play another time."

"A game, huh? I'm going to lose? Nah, I don't think so," Fiend said, spitting the words out of his mouth in anger. "You bring three nobodies into my federation. Your friends? You don't deserve friends."

"And WHO in the FUCK are you?" Thief asked.

Fiend stared at him, baffled for a second.

"You are just another Sharc ripoff. Who in the fuck are you to say who in the fuck is who?" Thief continued. "Bottom line: NOBODY! So why don't you just back that chunky shit-jungle you call an ass out of here before you get sent to the morgue, ya hear me now?"

"I hear ya," Sharc, Bait, Diamondback and Lowlife answered.

"So you're a big shot, huh?" Fiend said. "You some sort of wrestler?"

"I am only the most SHOCKING man in sports and entertainment today! The Thief says that the Fiend needs a trip to hardcore hell and if you're such a tough son of a BITCH, why don't you let me drive you there? Ya hear me?"

"I hear you," Fiend said. "You may drive me there, but you won't be driving back."

Fiend left the locker room as The Thief laughed at Fiend.

"He ain't shit," Diamondback said. "Fuck him up, Thief. Fuck him up."

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