Fiend vs. Diamondback
Pressure Point 65
June 23, 2003
Writer: Justin Voss
"Frantic" by Metallica began to play over the P.A. The fans got to their feet to see who would be gracing them with their presence right now, as the music wasn't recognised by many of the fans.
Out from the back stepped one of Sharc's cronies. Diamondback. Who had found recent success down South in Baton Rouge, but come to the aid of his good buddy and student, Sharc.
Diamondback stood on the stage soaking in the nice pop from the fans who appreciated what he did with the bottle earlier on in the night to Fiend.
He slowly began to make his way to the ring, adjusting his focus from the roaring praise of the fans to the match at hand. It was something that he had to win. Someone who had to pay.
Once, there were four of them. And now, thanks to the natural selection of the man who calls himself the Colour Red, they were halved. Down to two.
It was his chance to seek vengeance on Fiend.
He slid under the bottom rope and leaned against the ropes, watching the entrance for Fiend.
The lights went out and began to flash slowly as "Come to Daddy" by Aphex Twin began to echo through the speakers. Fiend appeared at the top of the stage to a large amount of boos.
He was wearing a Joey Malone shirt.
He paid no attention to the fans booing him. He stood at the top of the ramp and bounced his head from side to side. He rolled his shoulders and then began to make his way down to the ring. The fans were on their feet booing the Archetype of Evil.
He stomped up the ringsteps, eyes remaining on Diamondback the whole time. He turned to the fans as he stood on the apron and pounded a fist into his free hand, cracking his knuckles before he slipped into the ring.
He strolled up to Diamondback and shoved him into the corner. Diamondback shoved him back as the referee called for the bell.
DING! DING!
Fiend gave Diamondback another shove which jammed him into the corner. Diamondback retaliated. Then...
CRACK!
The fans groaned as they watched the sick right hook that Fiend hit Diamondback with. DB dropped like the proverbial "sack of shit" from the punch, knees first and then down onto his face.
The fans grew silent as he dropped to the canvas having witnessed probably the stiffest punch in A!W history.
Fiend wasn't letting him off with a stiff punch. There was going to be more from him. He grabed him by the scruff of the neck and tossed him back into the corner. Fiend drove his knuckles hard into the kidneys of Diamondback who woke up immediately from the shot.
He howled in pain. Fiend stepped back and he drove the palm of his hand into Diamondback's sternum which expelled any air he had in him at all. Fiend pulled him from the corner and applied a normal everyday sleeper hold.
But Diamondback had now oxygen in his body. He immediately began gasping and gagging and kicking and wriggling to free himself of the tiger striped biceps of Fiend. Fiend just arched his back and tried to lift him a little higher off the ground.
He shook Diamondback from side to side, working on the neck as he worked on choking him out. Diamondback was trying to pull Fiend's arms away from his neck, but he couldn't seem to budge the hold.
The fans decided they'd try to rally behind Diamondback, he needed all the support he could get right now. He was doing his best imitation of a smurf as Fiend choked the life out of him.
"DI'-MOND-BACK!"
"DI'-MOND-BACK!"
"DI'-MOND-BACK!" they screamed at the top of their lungs.
Diamondback was beginning to get some momentum behind him, his fist raised into the air slowly and he was getting some adrenaline running through his body. Fiend wouldn't have a bar of this.
He let Diamondback's feet drop back down to the canvas and grinned his sick grin at the fans.
NIGHT'S CURTAIN!
The fans gasped in shock as Fiend dropped down for the cover on Diamondback. the referee dropped for the count...
1...
2...
3...
Fiend lifted Diamondback off the canvas before the referee could hit the mat the third time. The referee was questioning the Archetype of Evil's methods, who just sneered at him in reply.
He pulled him up onto his groggy feet, which he could barely remain on. Diamondback staggerd a little to and fro as Fiend stood there just taunting him.
"You still wanna play?" he said to Diamondback.
He took him by the hand and whipped him into the ropes as the fans got to their feet, awaiting the stiffest move in wrestling.
But Diamondback used every last remaining bit of energy to topple himself over the top rope. The fans sighed with relief as Fiend swore to the referee about cheats.
He stepped through the ropes and made his way toward Diamondback who was on his knees trying to shake the cobwebs. Fiend shoved the timekeeper off his chair and set it up about a metre away from Diamondback.
Diamondback remained on his knees, not really seeing what was happening before him. Fiend got a run up and stepped up onto the chair, getting into the air for a high body press.
Pushing up onto his feet, Diamondback cracked a hard left jab into the jaw of Fiend which shocked the fans. Fiend flipped backward in mid-air and landed flat on his back, clipping his already injured scalp on the top of the steel chair.
His bandaged scalp began to turn red as it soaked up the blood. He clutched the back of his head in agony. Diamondback staggered around, just getting his bearings, though he knew this was his opportunity to take Fiend down.
Diamondback pulled the chair up off the ground as it fell with the collision with Fiend's noggin. He placed it over the face of Fiend before staggering over to the guard rail. He balanced himself on the rail and the fans got LOUD!
He launched himself toward Fiend hit him with a guillotine legdrop to the chair. The fans groaned as Fiend quickly covered his face, trying to protect his face. The chair was bent as a coathanger.
Wanting to continue the punishment, Diamondback pulled Fiend up onto his feet. Fiend was bleeding from the nose from the vicious legdrop on the chair.
Diamondback picked the chair up again as he laid Fiend, gut first, over the guard rail. He put the chair into position, across his lower spine and he got up onto the apron.
The fans grew louder.
He decided that he need to go higher. There wasn't enough leverage to hurt Fiend as much as he wanted. He climbed up onto the top rope and the fans grew louder still as Fiend remained across the guard rail.
Diamondback got down, he wasn't high enough yet. He took the chair off Fiend's spine and slammed it into his spine, just to make sure he wasn't going anywhere. He put the chair back across the small of Fiend's back and walked toward the ramp.
He grabbed something and made his way toward the body of Fiend.
His object made the fans roar their approval.
It was a ladder.
He set it up and climbed up to the top of the ladder, getting his balance. The fans were in a frenzy. He stood on top looking down at Fiend and looked to the fans. They were buzzing loudly. He shook his head and climbed down from the ladder.
"Boo" said the fans.
Diamondback picked up the ladder and tossed it over the top rope, into the middle of the ring. He lifted the ring apron and rummaged around, he found himself a trash can.
He drove the can down hard onto the chair, Fiend wailed as he clutched his face. He didn't look like he was in any hurry to move. The guillotine legdrop onto the chair really took it out of him.
Diamondback sat the can on Fiend's back and then rested the folded up chair on the top of the can. He slid under the bottom rope and fixed his ladder up so it were in good position to get enough air time to make his offensive attack.
He climbed the ladder and the fans were bursting at the seams to see Fiend get fucked up by this mentor of Sharc. He stood above them and raised a fist slowly into the air.
And he leapt...
His elbow came to bend and prepare itself...
It collided with the steel chair...
Which crushed through the trash can...
Which smashed into Fiend's lower back and it all came to a toppled heap as Diamondback landed on his knees ringside. Though padded he felt a sharp jolt of pain go up through his body and all he could do was kneel over his body.
The body of Fiend.
Which had grown motionless in the wreckage.
But Diamondback wasn't done yet.
He tucked the head of Fiend under his armpit and pushed a chair behind him with his foot, preparing for more injury to the Colour Red.
DDT ON THE CHAIR!
The fans were buzzing loudly as they watched Fiend's body fold up like an accordian. Fiend lay in a crumpled heap as the referee called over the top rope for Diamondback to get him back inside the ring.
He picked him up and rolled him under the bottom rope. He slid under after him, he made the cover on Fiend and the fans counted with the referee...
1...
2...
3...
SHOULDERUP!
The fans booed loudly as Fiend managed to keep his shoulder off of the canvas. Diamondback swore before he pulled Fiend onto his feet, he whipped him hard into the corner.
Fiend's body remained there with his pits over the top ropes. Diamondback charged in and drove his shoulder hard into his gut with a corner spear. Fiend crumpled up and dropped to his knees.
Diamondback kneed him in the face.
The fans groaned at the sickening slap of knee on chin. Fiend's head snapping back before his body fell forward. Diamondback simply dropped and drove his knee into the back of his neck.
He took Fiend by the wrists and pulled them up behind him, then stood on the back of his neck. The fans cheered as Diamondback applied his odd submission hold to Fiend.
Fiend struggled to free himself, trying to pull out of the grip that Diamondback had over him, but he couldn't manage to get his wrists free. He managed however, toget his foot onto the bottom rope and the referee told Diamondback to release the hold, but he wouldn't.
The referee made the count as Diamondback kept the hold. He just pulled on Fiend's wrists harder, trying to pop his arms out of the socket as he stomped down hard on the neck.
1... With all his might he tried to fuck up his shoulders...
2... The referee was trying to break the hold that Diamondback had on Fiend's wrists...
3... Diamondback gave one last and final heave upward as Fiend just gritted his teeth and tried to ignore the pain...
4... Diamondback released the hold of Fiend and tossed the wrists to the canvas. Fiend remained face down with his foot dangling on the rope.
He was pulled up onto his feet and Diamondback whipped him across the ring and into the corner. He charged in hard after Fiend thundered across the ring and he hit a big flying clothesline into the corner.
The fans roared as he whipped him across the ring into the corner again. Again with the charging and again with the flying clothesline.
He wasn't finished with the whipping and the clotheslining.
Fiend was whipped across the ring with more speed than before as Diamondback's adrenaline began to run through his veins. Diamondback charged in for another flying clothesline.
But Fiend exploded from the corner with a running jumping shoulderblock which hit Diamondback in mid-air. It took his feet out from under him and Diamondback fell to the canvas with force.
Fiend just collapsed and the referee was left to count the pair out...
1...
2...
3...
4...
The pair were begining to move. Diamondback was trying to push up onto his knees as Fiend rolled over onto his back. Under the back of his head a formiddable pool of blood was gathering.
5...
6...
7...
Fiend sat up from his lying position. Diamondback got on all fours and tried to catch his breath.
8...
9...
Fiend got to his feet and yanked Diamondback up onto his. DB punched his odd overhead style punch, which hit Fiend on the cheekbone. Fiend hit with a European uppercut.
The punch exchange was on.
Diamondback with his overhead.
Fiend with his Euro uppercut.
Diamondback began to come out on top, taking control again, all Fiend could do was take the punches. Diamondback went to whip him in the ropes, but pulled him back for a short arm clothesline.
Fiend was grounded again as Diamondback rolled Fiend over onto his stomach. He pounded his fists into the back of Fiend's skull again and again. His fist was a bloody mass as the fans roared with delight.
Blood spattered up over Diamondback's face as he continued to drive his knuckles in again and again to the opened wound he made earlier on with a bottle.
Diamondback stood up and raised his fist high into the air, letting the blood run down his arm. He had this sick glazed over look in his eye.
The fans gasped, something that you don't like to hear with your back to your opponent.
DB spun around only to be taken by the arm and whipped across the ring into the ropes. The hardcore Fiend fans screamed their guts out as Diamondback uncontrollably hurtled back toward him.
He was up and over the shoulder and Fiend turned himself around...
BUTTERFLY EFFECT!
Even if you weren't a Fiend fan this move made you get butterflies in your stomach and bounce up and down in your feet. Diamondback was smashed down hard into the canvas.
Fiend bounced up onto his feet and ripped the Joey Malone shirt from his back. He dabbed the back of gushing head with it before he threw it into the crowd. You'd be surprised what a fan would cherish.
A small fight ensued in the crowd as they tried to get the bloodied Joey Malone shirt from one another. It was torn to shreds as everyone got their own little bit of history.
A long gush of blood poured down the back of his spine like the maine of a lion. And he roared. It echoed throughout the crowd as he looked down at Diamonadback he was in a crumpled heap on the canvas.
He dropped down and put a hand on Diamondback's chest, the referee administered the count...
1...
2...
3...
Diamondback wasn't moving.
Fiend had done him in.
But Fiend wasn't done.
He reached down into his boot and he pulled something out. He flicked it forward and a shimmer reflected from the lights.
Fiend had a knife in his hand.
The fans grew silent as Fiend got into the face of the unconscious Diamondback. His blood poured down from the back of his head and dripped into Diamondback's face as Fiend grinned.
He held his other hand out and a technician rolled into the ring with a mike. He gave it Fiend and quickly made his way out of the ring, stepping back to see what was happening.
Fiend began to sing...
"First Fiend giveth then he taketh awaay-yay!"
The fans booed loudly as Fiend tapped the blade of the knife on his Diamondback's forehead.
"Ah, Sharc. You sent another one into the fire just to get burned. This one nearly got me. It appears I'm not quite up with you and your hardcore buddies. Just don't quite get the need for a weapon until it's time to get rid of something that's annoying you.
"How about I sever your umbilical cord, Rich? Don't you like your friends, Sharc? Coz you keep sending me your rejects and I keep taking them down. one after the other. I may have a hole in the back of my head the size of a dime, but I'm the one still conscious."
The fans were booing as Fiend talked to Sharc, where ever it was backstage he was freaking out over Fiend kneeling over the body of Diamondback.
With a knife.
"I love to play with knives, Sharc. They're the greatest of weapons. Coz you get to get real close to your prey and you get to tell them what you're gonna do to them. Give them a message to pass on or collect your debt. It's a great weapon. You ever looked someone in the eye when you attacked them, Sharc?"
The fans booing grew louder as Fiend knelt.
He flipped the knife around, catching it in his hand, surprisingly not stabbing himself in the hand.
"I said, have you ever looked someone in the eye when you attacked them, Sharc?
"I wouldn't think so. So I'm gonna give you the opportunity. I'll be at 'Til Death Do Us Part waiting for you in the parking lot. Bring your knife."
Fiend drove the knife down hard and almost all of America covered their eyes and screamed with that moment in wrestling history. He stood above the body of Diamondback.
The fans sighed with relief as Fiend dropped to the canvas and rolled out of the ring.
The knife was driven into the canvas just millimetres from Diamondback's head.
Fiend hopped the guardrail and left through the crowd. Leaving his victim lying there unconscious.
Fiend had won.
Fiend had set the challenge.
Outcome: Fiend via pinfall
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