The Thief vs. Fiend

Pressure Point 63
June 9, 2003

"The Way I Am" by Eminem hit the speakers, bringing out The Thief. He is not a member of the Action! roster, but he has ended up in the middle of a war between Sharc and Fiend. He walked down to the ring to some cheers, simply based on the fact that Fiend is bad and The Thief got a little pop from the earlier segment. He got into the ring and climbed up on the top rope, raising his right hand in the air. He rolled his neck and bounced down to the mat, waiting for his opponent.

"Come To Daddy" by Aphex Twin started up, and Fiend charged out from the back, all the way down to the ring, very uncharacteristic for him. He slid under the bottom rope and got to his feet, only to be met by right hand after right hand by Thief, known for having fierce punches.

The bell sounded, and Thief whipped Fiend into the ropes and hit a flying clothesline. Quick cover. One, and no more. Fiend got to his feet quickly but was met by a kick to his stomach. Thief had him ready for a DDT, but Fiend was ready and grabbed Thief and hit a release northern lights suplex.

After a couple of seconds, Thief kipped up, getting a surprising pop from the Action crowd. Thief charged toward Fiend, ready to hit a clothesline, but Fiend ducked. Thief bounced off the ropes however and jumped onto Fiend.

Lou Thesz Press. But. The Thief turned around and began punching away on Fiend's groin area. The referee stepped in and pulled him off. Fiend grabbed at his sore groin for several seconds. Thief headed to the floor and grabbed a chair from under the ring. He slid it inside.

The referee tried to stop Thief. Thief isn't exactly used to rules. Thief dropped the chair and wound up, threatening the referee. Then he dropped it and shook his head and called for a microphone. Fiend dragged himself up, using the ropes, and stared at Thief, who was pausing the match.

"Let's try this. When I say something you like and then I say, you hear me now, you say, I hear ya," Thief said to the crowd.

Fiend wasn't going to listen to this. He charged. Thief knocked Fiend down with a punch. He grabbed Fiend's legs and wrapped them up.

Sharpshooter!

"NOW." Thief said with his free hand. "The Thief says he would like to have a no DQ, hardcore street fight. No rules. Fuck the referee. You hear me?"

"I hear you!" the crowd responded.

"Now, referee," Thief said as he dropped the sharpshooter. "What do you say we make this a no DQ fun match?"

"No," he responded.

"This is your first match in Action, isn't it?"

"Yes," he said.

"What is your name?"

"Ma--"

"I don't give a FUCK what your name is."

ZAP!

Ref went limp.

"Whoops. How'd that taser get in my hand? Alright now, Fiend. Give me all you got."

Thief picked up Fiend as if he were about to do a Russian leg sweep, but instead lifted his leg into Fiend's crotch.

"Now, Fiend, you are going to find out why I am the most SHOCKING man in violent entertainment today."

He tried to hit Fiend with the taser, but Fiend blocked it from his knees, headbutting Thief in the groin. Fiend was suddenly up and picked up The Thief for a Samoan drop.

Fiend saw the referee was down.

Fun time.

Fiend tossed The Thief over the top rope, and Thief fell into the guardrail. Fiend powered Thief up into a Gorilla press and dropped Thief throat first on the guardrail. Thief fell to the floor, gasping for breath.

Then Fiend went looking for a chair and found it. But Thief found something under the ring. Call it cliché. You'd be right. It's a fire extinguisher. As Fiend came around, Thief sprayed him, and then did the smart thing: blasting the weapon against Fiend's skull.

Both men laid on the white foamy floor for a few moments, trying to recover. Fiend went crawling for another chair. Thief spied the first chair Fiend had chosen. He headed into the ring, struggling to get up. Fiend crawled inside.

After several seconds of struggle, both men were up.

CRACK!

The chairs collided.

CRACK!

And again.

A good old fashioned chair duel broke out. Both men dueled, before Thief made a wild lunge that missed. He got clocked in the back with the chair, and then as he turned around, Thief lifted his chair for self-defense.

It backfired. Chair met chair met skull.

Thief was down. Fiend went for the pin, but the referee was not moving. Fiend snarled, but picked up Thief. Fiend violently whipped The Thief into the corner and then picked up both chairs.

One chair was hung around Thief's neck so the seat part partially covered Thief's face. Fiend kept the other chair.

Wind up.

SMACK!

"OHHHHHH!" the crowd roared out in disbelief. There was no faking that one. Thief collapsed in a heap to the mat, kept up only by the ropes. Fiend pulled the chair around Thief's neck, taking it off. A trickle of blood was coming from Thief's nose.

Still no referee.

What to do?

Get more chairs, obviously.

That was Fiend's plan.

He went under the ring and pulled out chairs, five in total. Thief struggled just to get an arm off the mat. But he was not staying down. How is a question only he could answer.

While Thief continued to hurt, Fiend set up four of the chairs, so the seats were facing each other, almost close enough to be a group.

Fiend grabbed Fiend and slowly but surely pulled him up. Fiend whipped him into the ropes, ready to do some sort of devastating move onto the chairs behind him.

But Thief didn't let it happen.

Thief stopped the whip and grabbed Fiend.

Grand Theft Victory 4! His version of the Rock Bottom.

Both men were on that mat, exhausted and hurting from the brutal spots each men were enduring. The crowd began to stomp and clap for both men, who were putting everything they had into this match. Fiend and Thief managed to climb up.

Fiend charged but Thief with a drop toe hold onto the top of the chair!

As Fiend laid there, Thief was up. He realized it was time for something.

The most SHOCKING move in violent entertainment.

The Cop Dropper!

The Thief hit the ropes, hopped over Fiend and hit the other side of the rope.

Elbow drop!

Cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Too bad there wasn't a referee to count the no doubt pinfall or three The Thief could have here. He could have stolen this match. But he was his own undoing here, knocking out the referee earlier.

So if you were the Thief, what would you do? Hurt Fiend more?

Nah.

Get a cup of soda from the kid in the front row and splash it on the referee.

It cost him.

Fiend had recovered and surprised The Thief with a forearm to his neck. He whipped the Thief into the ropes.

Oh HELL NO!

BUTTERFLY EFFECT INTO THE CHAIRS!

Cover.

Academic?

You better believe it.

The referee made the three count and Fiend had survived what was nothing short of a war.

Winner by pin: Fiend

NEXT CHAPTER: Stab >>

©2003 John Leary