Sharc vs. Clayton Prodigy

Pressure Point 65
June 23, 2003

"Times Like These" by Foo Fighters hit, the song that would bring out Clayton Prodigy. The 6-4, 233 pounder, still new to Action, stepped out, getting some heat from the crowd as he walked the aisle. He took a bow once in the ring and then awaited his opponent.

The arena became awash in blood red lighting for that man. "Disciple" by Slayer hit. It was time for Sharc who was with his valet, Bait. The pair received a very nice pop from the near-home crowd. Sharc, the 6-2, 245 pounder, called the Boston-area home. He raised his hands at every side of the ring on the floor, getting some cheers and the usual Boston-area welcomes of you suck and the sort.

As Sharc turned from his last side, he was met with two feet to his face, a baseball slide dropkick from Prodigy. But Clayton didn't follow Sharc to the floor. Instead he got back up and went to the center of the ring, not wanting to go into Sharc's world of pain, anywhere outside of the ring.

Sharc looked up at him, his eyebrows raised in confusion. Sharc slid into the ring, and the bell rang. After a strange stareless staredown, due to Clayton not meeting Sharc's eyes. Sharc charged, but it was straight into a hiptoss. And then Clayton avoided some sort of attack and locked Sharc into a headlock.

Clayton quickly turned Sharc around and turned the headlock into a DDT. Clayton knew it would take a lot more to finish off the match than three moves, so he pulled Sharc up and hit a snap suplex. He then waited on his opponent to get up.

Beautiful dropkick to the face. Waited. Then another. Sharc got up again and Prodigy charged, as if for a third dropkick, but instead, dropped down himself and pulled Sharc into a small package.

One.

Two.

Escape.

Sharc was back up and charged at Prodigy, but instead of attacking, he was spun around and Prodigy was ready for a German suplex.

Ready, but not able. Sharc launched elbows at Prodigy's head, striking him in the temple three times, quite stiffly. Sharc wheeled around and locked up Clayton, snapping him face first into the mat with a reverse Russian leg sweep.

Prodigy was then lifted up, walked into the corner and dropped on the top turnbuckle. Sharc roared back and hit a knockout right to Prodigy's jaw, sending him straight back so his head landed on the steel post behind him.

Clayton slowly lifted himself back forward, trying to avoid a nasty fall to the floor. Instead, he took a nasty fall to the mat, as Sharc pulled him by the neck forward and then sharply dropping him into a DDT.

Now in control, Sharc headed to the floor and grabbed a chair. This was not a hardcore match, Sharc just wasn't in a good mood, losing last week in his own move to Max Danger. It was time to vent.

At least that was the plan. Prodigy had the chair in his grasp by the time Sharc was back inside. Sharc expected a chair attack.

He didn't get it.

Prodigy tossed the chair out of the ring onto the floor.

The fans booed him for that one. Fans everywhere love chair shots. But Prodigy was denying some skull cracking. The fans didn't like that, and neither did Sharc, who charged at him for a clothesline, but Prodigy grabbed his arm and jammed it to the mat.

He held on and had a Fujiwara arm bar locked in. Sharc roared from the jolt of the move. Prodigy had Sharc's arm wrenched back, as if he were trying to break his elbow and dislocate his shoulder at the same time.

Out of desperation, Sharc managed to turn his body around and grab Prodigy's throat with his good arm for a vicious choke. The four seconds the choke was on was just enough to get Prodigy to drop the hold.

Prodigy responded to the dirty move with a dirtier one, spreading Sharc's legs apart and hitting a very stiff kick to his nuts. Sharc grabbed at his nuts, rolling around in anguish and moaning lowly. Prodigy felt he was in firm control now.

Sharc was pulled to his feet and cornered.

Chop.

There was no WHOOO.

Chop.

No WHOOOO.

Clayton hit a snap suplex on Sharc, further working on Sharc's oft-injured back. Prodigy picked up Sharc again, but suddenly found himself on the receiving end of a Sharc Attack.

But Sharc was quite surprised when the move didn't happen. And he was suddenly locked in the Kate Hajime! The Clayton Clutch was locked on textbook style. If Sharc went down, he was dead, and he knew it.

So he did what he does, the dumb but effective thing. He ran toward the ropes. The move didn't work as he would have expected however, as Prodigy's head snapped off the top rope and Sharc fell head first through the ropes and landing badly on the floor. Badly meaning, head first.

Neither man was moving. The referee was feverishly checking on Prodigy, as if he was not responding. Prodigy had just endured a move that had snapped his neck viciously and stole his breath. The referee started a wave for help, but then Prodigy suddenly sat up coughing.

On the floor, Bait was tending to her man. He was able to sit up, but was blinking a lot, like a quarterback who took a very stiff shot.

Eventually the cobwebs were out and both men were up. Sharc grabbed Prodigy's feet and pulled him to the floor.

Punch. Punch. Punch. Prodigy goes down. Sharc saw the discarded chair from earlier. And wanted it. So he took it. Prodigy pulled himself up.

Swing!

Miss!

Prodigy went scrambling into the ring, trying to evade the hardcore tactics of Sharc, and the fans were getting on him. They wanted to see him bleed now.

Sharc had a hold of Prodigy's feet again, though, before he could get away, and Clayton was back on the floor. Sharc kicked him in the gut and then whipped him for a ride into the steps!

Clayton rolled in the opposite direction at just the last second.

Sharc screamed in frustration. Sharc picked up the chair and threw it at Prodigy.

SMASH.

It hit nothing but guardrail.

Sharc rolled into the ring and met up with Prodigy there. And he did the easy thing. Punched away on him until he fell down and then punched him some more.

He didn't stop until he saw blood.

Eventually he got a hardway bust on Prodigy. Sharc pulled a dazed Prodigy up and whipped him into the ropes.

SPEAR!

By Prodigy. Sharc was back down again, and Prodigy was looking to end this one. He put Sharc up on the top rope. He was ready to hit New Jersey Nap Time!

He had Sharc in position!

Sharc blocked!

Back drop from the top rope!

Sharc turned around and got himself on the top rope!

LEG DROP!

Big pop from his hometown crowd.

Cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE--NO!

He kicked out! Somehow, Prodigy was STILL alive. Sharc ran his hands through his hair in frustration. He couldn't believe he couldn't get rid of this newcomer to Action.

Prodigy was heading for the floor for a breather. Sharc watched him go and then charged after him. He got a full hold of him and rammed him into the steel post! The crowd roared as Sharc lifted Prodigy up and crotched him on the guardrail!

The referee was counting, but Sharc wasn't listening.

The fans were though.

CRACK!

The chair FINALLY connected!

Sharc raised the chair in triumph and then tossed it aside.

It was time to end this.

Prodigy was shoved onto the apron. Sharc dragged him to dead center of the ring and made the cover.

One!

Two!

THRE-NO! He got out AGAIN!

That was it for Sharc. He dragged Clayton Prodigy up to his feet and then got behind him and locked him in. BLOOD IN THE WATER! The reverse brainbuster hit completely.

But he wasn't taking ANY chances. He rolled Prodigy onto his front and then locked him into the Spinebreaker. The deathlock/chinlock combination was on, and Sharc was pulling as hard as he could to bend Prodigy in half.

The referee raised his arm.

THUMP. The arm hit the mat.

The referee raised his arm the second time.

THUMP. Prodigy's arm hit again.

The referee raised Prodigy's arm for possibly the last time…

THUMP!

Ding-ding-ding.

It was over. Sharc dropped the hold and laid on top of Prodigy for a moment, gasping for breath. Then he got to his knees and had his arm raised. A victor. Reclaiming his hold. Reclaiming himself.

Winner by KO: Sharc

NEXT CHAPTER: Simple, but effective >>

©2003 John Leary