Lowlife vs. Fiend

Pressure Point 64
June 16, 2003

"Right Next Door To Hell" by Guns N Roses played, bringing out another friend of Sharc's not on the Action roster, but here for revenge. Sharc had three close friends from his days in the World Wrestling League and Tidal Wave Wrestling. One of them, Thief, was stabbed last week. Lowlife was out for revenge, nothing else. Not to get a job, not to impress anybody, just to hurt Fiend. Badly. Lowlife stalked down to the ring, keeping  his eyes straight ahead. He grabbed hold of the second rope and pulled himself under the bottom rope. As he stood, he stood still and stared up the aisle from where he had just come.

"Come To Daddy" hit. Fiend emerged. He stood at the entryway, soaking up the boos from the crowd, cracking his knuckles, before heading down the aisle. He was out for hurting another friend of Sharc's. One of his idols. One of his mentors. And having some fun in the process.

Once Fiend hit the ring, Lowlife smashed an elbow into the back of his head. Lowlife put Fiend in a front chancery and powered him to his feet. Several knee lifts later to Fiend's nose, Lowlife hit a swinging neckbreaker. And held on. And powered Fiend back up. A second swinging neckbreaker. And held on, getting an early pop from the crowd. After getting Fiend up for the third time, Lowlife turned the neckbreaker around. Rude Awakening neckbreaker.

Cover.

One, two, no.

Lowlife is known for his hardcore, but he can wrestle when he wants to. And he came for it tonight. Well, that and a brawl. Lowlife put Fiend into a chin lock and then short-armed him. With Fiend down, Lowlife got on his back and began pounding Fiend in the back of the head with punches. He then lifted him up into a modified, and ugly, and painful, camel clutch type hold, really jerking back on Fiend's neck. Fiend roared, but he wasn't going to tap. But Lowlife kept him in the move for several more seconds, no doubt setting Fiend up for his finisher of finishers.

Finally, he dropped the hold, and then pulled Fiend up. After a bit of a spin, Lowlife whipped Fiend toward the corner. Fiend hit hard. Then Lowlife hit him harder with a clothesline. As Fiend stumbled forward, perhaps ready to fall, he got kicked in the back of the head. Enzugeri. He didn't go for a pin though, instead opting to lift Fiend up again. He dragged Fiend backward, close to a turnbuckle. Belly to back suplex onto the turnbuckle connected. And here comes the cover.

But Lowlife would only get a little more than two.

Well, that was about the extent of wrestling Lowlife was in the mood for tonight, it seemed. He then tossed Fiend over the top rope and to the floor. Lowlife followed after him. And then over the guardrail. Lowlife demanded some front row fans get out of the way for some reason, leaving about 10 chairs without fans. Lowlife pounded Fiend some more with punches and then charged.

Reversal. Fiend had Lowlife up and then dropped him in a Samoan drop onto the chairs!

The fans went crazy for that spot, even though it was Fiend who used it. Fiend sat, sort of leaning against the folding chairs, as Lowlife laid on top of the chairs. Fiend would be the first one to get up. He grabbed a chair. He jumped the railing and then jumped onto it.

He dove! Steel chair leg drop. Lowlife's head became the meat of a chair sandwich. Fiend jumped back over the rail and headed into the ring to break the referee's count. Apparently, there are no laws in the crowd, at least for this match.

Eventually, a busted Lowlife crawled over the rail, with the help of Fiend breaking the ref's counts, and got back into the ring. Once there, Fiend lifted up Lowlife. Overhead belly to belly suplex. Fiend was back up and grabbed at his neck, as if trying to work out a kink or three. He headed forward and grabbed Lowlife again, only to hit a brutal short-arm clothesline, taking Lowlife down into a cover. One, two, but not a three.

Fighting were two guys you damn near have to kill to beat.

Now in control, Fiend put Lowlife into position. For a ultra-stiff Tiger bomb and cover. One, two, but still, no. Fiend shoved Lowlife heels over head, and then dropped a leg on the back of his neck. Fiend pulled Lowlife up and then ducked him with a boxing-type of blow. But Fiend knew it wouldn't end there, so he got him up again. Another stiff boxing-style jab. Lowlife = down. But not quite out. Fiend got him up again.

Punch.

Missed.

Lowlife went hands down and then hit a Matrix-style heel over head kick that connected with Fiend's face, rocking him. Gutwrench suplex by Lowife and a cover.

One.

Two.

Kickout.

Fiend was up first and went for his sleeper hold slam. He got it.

He was sure that would end it.

It didn't. Lowlife kicked out again, just before three. Now sensing the end, Fiend got Lowlife up again and whipped him into the ropes. It was time for the Butterfly Effect. He got Lowlife up. But Lowlife somehow got free! Kick to Fiend's gut. He set him up for...

LIGHT'S OUT! His finisher, the release piledriver. The most feared move in wrestling, banned from most places he ends up working in.

But Lowlife struggled. Usually in these situation, he'd likely fall onto his opponent and get the easy pin. But he fell the wrong way. Both men were down. So the referee began the count.

"One."

"Two."

"Three."

The crowd was roaring, cheering the newcomer Lowlife. He turned. Cover.

One!

Two!

Three!

NO! Fiend, somehow, got his shoulder up. The fans booed, mad that Fiend had kicked out. Lowlife was up on his feet, shaking his head in disbelief. Fiend was struggling even to roll over, but Lowlife was ready to help him. He got him into position again. Ready for his second Lights Out, a move that can end a man's career. Fiend had a very strong neck, sure, but the spine can only take so much before giving.

Fiend was up!

And down.

He got out of the move, pulling himself up and then landing on his feet. He locked Lowlife up into a bear hug of sorts and then ran with him toward the ropes.

And dropped him to the floor!

Fiend only stayed up by leaning on the ropes. He tried to shake the dizziness and pain out, gritting his teeth. He headed to the apron and then to the floor, picked up Lowlife and rammed him spine first into the steel post, shaking the entire ring. And a second time. And then a third. Lowlife was pretty lifeless as Fiend put him on the apron and shoved him into the ring, long before the referee could finish his count.

After a struggle of several seconds, Fiend pulled Lowlife up by his blond hair and stared him in the face. The end was here.

No, it wasn't. Lowlife fell down and wrapped Fiend into a small package!

One!

Two!

Thre--NO! Somehow, he JUST get out of that one. Both men were back up, fighting with strength from somewhere most men never go. Lowlife charged.

BUTTERFLY EFFECT!

Fiend sat on his knees, dazed for several seconds. Then he realized where he was and made the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Fiend wins!

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©2003 John Leary