Fiend vs. Sharc (Knife Fight)

Till Death Do Us Part
June 29, 2003
Writers: Justin Voss & John Leary

Outside of the FleetCenter, the camera panned around to give a view of the spot where two men would enter to wage war. The small parking lot area was fenced off, and barbed wire was strung at the top of the fence. In the area, there were weapons laying about, as well as crates, pallets, trash bags, metal barrels and other assorted junk.

There was only one door in, and that was from the building. The referee for the event, XXXX, stood outside of the cage. He would only be there to judge when the knife connected with a body. There were monitors set up outside too, just in case there was dispute about somebody getting stabbed.

Several fans who could not get tickets to the show were going to get a bonus. They stood on the open side of the caged area, and they were pumped up, screaming for blood already. And neither man had yet to show up.

But it was time now.

The first man to enter the cage was Sharc. There was no theme music out here, no flashy intros, not even an announcement of his name. This wasn't going to be flashy. Just incredibly barbaric. Sharc headed towards the fans and raised his arms to them, getting some cheers and urges to kill Fiend.

Sharc turned around and stared at the door, waiting for his opponent to enter 'Thunderdome.'

After several seconds, a man entered the open doorway. As soon as he was through, the door slammed shut. Fiend looked behind for a moment, but then turned his eyes toward Sharc. Fiend was wearing a Sharc T-shirt.

Neither man blinked, they were just waiting for the rules to be read to begin. But Sharc did have one surprise for Fiend. He pulled of his hooded sweatshirt, due to the warm weather and revealed a T-shirt of his own.

Front side: Fiend Sucks.

Back side: Really.

"Ladies and gentlemen, viewer discretion is advised for the following contest. The two contestants. Sharc and Fiend, have been locked inside this small caged parking lot. In this parking lot, there are numerous weapons, nothing is off-limits. Also in this area, there are two knives hidden. The contestants must find the knives however they can. The match does not end until somebody is cut by the knife. Leaving the lot IS possible, but has little value, as the knives are inside the cage. There is no time limit. Wrestling rules won't help you now. There are no pins, submissions or knockouts. Now, on the count of three, this match will begin.

"ONE.

"TWO.

"THREE."

There was no hesitation from either man. They ran towards each other and didn't stop until they were punching each other. Fiend only stopped punching to grab Sharc by the hair and ram him face first into the cage, which rattled viciously upon impact.

Sharc fell to his knees, but grabbed hold of Fiend's leg and thrust his shoulder into it, making Fiend roar out in pain and surprise. Fiend fell against the cage, but kept his footing. Sharc got back to his feet and grabbed hold of Fiend's throat and rocked the back of Fiend's head into the cage, again and again, viciously pounding it in, no doubt hoping to start the bloodshed early and not let up. He kept throwing and throwing his head until Fiend fell.

No doubt Fiend was trying to shake the pain off, but Sharc stayed on him with kicks to his chest and then a very stiff sidekick to Fiend's face. He collapsed on his side, but by no means was out of this match yet. Somehow, he pushed himself up, with help from the cage and connected with a stiff shot to Sharc's face.

He went down.

Flat on his back, Fiend looked down at him for a moment, and once again collapsed against the cage. He was finally able to shake out the pain now, and start some offense.

A sort of hush was over the crowd as this thing was going, as they waited from some big things to happen. Well, that's the hope, assuming they weren't bored. Fiend pulled up Sharc and had him set for a piledriver.

But Sharc blocked it. Back drop onto the concrete!

Fiend moaned in pain and seized up for a moment. He rolled onto his front and grabbed onto the wall to help him up. But he left an opening for Sharc.

Groin punt!

DDT!

Sharc delayed however, as the concrete was not a great place to fall down while doing moves. Once up again, Sharc noticed something.

There was a black car parked in the lot at the end of the cage, against the fence. Sharc saw it and smiled. He turned around.

Punched in the face. Sharc stumped backward and felt a sharp stinging in his forehead. He shook his head and then reached up. He cut his hand on a shard of glass Fiend had hit him with. Sharc grabbed the glass and ripped it free. A trickle of blood was let loose and slowly headed down his nose.

In that time, Fiend found himself a weapon. A pallet. He ran towards Sharc and cracked it down over his skull. Fiend held onto the weapon and moved it so the pallet was on its side and then put it down onto Sharc's throat.

After several seconds, Fiend laid the pallet down so it covered Sharc's body. He backed up and then charged and jumped on top of the boards. Putting all his weight on Sharc. Fiend stood up there and only leaned down to slap Sharc in the face a couple of times.

Finally, Fiend stepped off and Sharc gasped for breath. Fiend didn't relent, picking Sharc up and leaning him against the fence. Right hook. Right hook.

And Sharc was back on the pavement again. Fiend ripped Sharc's shirt from his body and tossed it over the fence to the fans, who swore at him and booed him.

Fiend stepped to the left of Sharc a bit and picked up something. Ah, it was dirt. He threw it in Sharc's face, and then began hitting him with a rock he had also picked up.

Now Sharc was bleeding profusely, his wound ripped wide open. Fiend dragged Sharc up by his blood red hair and put him into the fence. Standing dropkick to the back of the head!

Fiend tried to pick Sharc up after that one. It wasn't happening. Fiend was ruling now. So Fiend went hunting. He turned a steel barrel upside down. Nothing.

So he walked it back to Sharc and dropped it on Sharc's often-injured back. He screamed in pain, rolling on his front, but otherwise, unable to do much else. But Fiend wanted to do more, picking Sharc up onto his shoulders.

He was going for a Samoan drop on the barrel!

BANG!

Sharc reversed! Sharc landed on his feet behind the barrel and connected with a reverse DDT! Both men were on the concrete, breathing heavily but not moving. The match was already taking a toll on them.

Sharc had gotten to his feet, but not by much. He lunged for a 2x4 that was laying near the wall. But he laid down on top of it and played dead. Fiend got up and didn't realize what Sharc had just done. All he saw was Sharc down.

So he went for him. He grabbed him by the chair. But once up, Sharc swung around and brutally rammed the board into Fiend's jaw! Fiend fell to the ground, clutching at his mouth, but Sharc didn't care. He rained down blows with the board to Fiend's body. He pulled Fiend's shirt up above his head, blinding him. Even though the shirt probably didn't help him much anyways.

After one last brutal shot, the board shattered in two. Sharc discarded the weapon and went looking for another. Then he remembered the car. Sharc dragged Fiend on his back toward the car. Sharc got up on the hood. He got Fiend up there.

Sharc got up on the roof. But Fiend pulled him down and kneed Sharc in the gut and Fiend fought back with a falcon arrow onto the roof!

Both crowds roared upon sickening impact, not believing they were seeing such brutality, and swings in the action. Fiend sat there a moment, catching his breath.

Sharc was not moving. And Fiend recognized that fact. So he went in search for one of the two weapons. He headed towards the trash bags. He began tossing them aside. And, heard something make an unmistakable noise when it fell.

Fiend dropped the bags and looked down at the pavement.

A knife. Not too big and butcher-like, but it would do the job he needed it to do. But as he reached down, Fiend found himself catapulting straight into the fence. He was spun around and assaulted with lefts and rights from a very desperate and beaten Sharc. It could be his last blast of energy, so he was going all out for it.

That's when he did the unexpected. Sharc backed up and ran towards Fiend and jumped onto the cage, kicking Fiend brutally in the face as he landed, and Fiend fell down hard. Sharc hung on and started climbing.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out something.

Wire clippers!

Sharc began snipping away at the razor wire atop the fence, getting cheers and groans, as they knew what they'd see would be good because it hurts Fiend, but bad because it's just sickening to watch. He tossed a couple of strands to the concrete and then turned so he was hanging on by on his right hand and foot.

The crowd roared, knowing what was about to happen.

Sharc wrapped the last piece of barbed wire he had around his elbow!

ELBOW DROP!

That one, well, could have actually hurt Sharc more, but it sure looked good. Fiend wasn't moving. Sharc was only spasming. The fans struck up a "Let's Go Sharc!" clapping chant. And it was, oddly, working. The longtime heel seemed to be poised for face-time. He grabbed two things.

The fence and the barbed wire. He didn't even notice the knife that was just a foot away, covered by a garbage bag. Sharc untangled the wire from his arm, pulling the wire from his skin and opening new wounds. This time, he wrapped the wire around his fist and got on top of Fiend.

Punch. Punch. Punch. Punch. Punch. Punch. Punch. Punch. Punch. Punch.

Fiend was a bloody mess now. As the blood stung his eyes, it seemed to awaken Fiend, at least just enough to lift his legs up and grab Sharc in a headscissors. The move brutally bent Sharc's neck, forcing him to get off Fiend.

Fiend licked the blood which trickled down his face and pulled Sharc up. He Irish whipped him into the front grill of the sedan. Sharc fell to his knees and grabbed at his back. Fiend came in and rammed the back of Sharc's head into the bumper. He got a top the car hood and waited on Sharc to get up.

SPEAR FROM THE CAR!

Yet again hurting Sharc's back as he was crushed into the pavement. Fiend walked around to the driver's side and looked inside the car. He saw something he liked and pulled open the door. Fiend reached inside and pulled out something that usually isn't used as a weapon.

The Club. The anti-theft device. Fiend climbed up onto the roof and headed towards Sharc, ready to hit a knockout blow to his head. Instead, Sharc legsweeped Fiend on the hood, and Fiend's head cracked the windshield.

Sharc got up and pulled The Club from Fiend's grip and brutally jammed it between his legs! Fiend shot up in pain, so Sharc dragged him up. Now both on the roof, Sharc grabbed Fiend by the front and hit…

An inverted Russian leg sweep! Fiend's face bounced off the hood of the car, and Sharc rolled off the hood. He grabbed his back and held himself up using the car. He opened the passenger side door and dragged Fiend from the hood to the pavement, and put his head in the open door!

BANG!

Sharc shut the door with all his might, and Fiend slumped down to the ground. Sharc headed back for the barbed wire. On his way, he walked through the plastic bags.

He got a new idea. He got one of the bags and headed back for Fiend. He knew he needed to find a knife to get this thing over with. Once back with Fiend, he wrapped the garbage back over his head and pulled the bag closed.

Cutting off his air, leaving no oxygen for Fiend.

At first it revived him, but after several seconds, Fiend was all done, Sharc let Fiend fall flat and dropped the plastic bag.

It was time to find a knife. Sharc started at the end behind the car. He tossed aside two garbage cans, and then remembered to look inside, dumping the trash on the ground. He kicked through, unable to bend down and sort through.

Nothing.

A big pile of newspapers was beside that. He knocked them over with his foot. Nothing underneath it. Beside that was a recycling bin, with glass and plastics inside. Sharc picked up the bin and threw it on its side.

Nothing again.

He began making his way down towards the crowd that was cheering him on to "Fuck him up, Sharc, fuck him up," clapclap.

More trash cans. Empty. Sharc threw them aside anyhow. He headed to the opposite site, but there was only gravel there. No place to hide a knife.

Fiend still wasn't moving.

Sharc walked along the fence until he came upon some trash on the ground. He kicked at it. Nothing. He passed by the plastic bags. Not bothering to look under them. There was nowhere left to look.

Except IN the car.

Sharc looked at it for a moment and then went for it. He got in the drivers side and looked down on the floor. Nothing there. He tried to open the back door.

Denied.

Fiend opened his eyes at the noise. Sharc reached inside, fumbling for the lock. He finally got it and leaned inside.

Fiend slowly spun himself around and began the longest, quiestest crawl of his career. He saw the trash bags. If he had the power, he would have gotten up to run and get it and stab his mortal enemy in the gut and twist it slowly. But he couldn't. Not yet. He needed time to recover. But he needed the knife more.

Sharc reached under the seats, still nothing. He raised his head and something caught his eye.

Fiend was past the front of the car.

Sharc got out of the car.

Fiend was still going.

Sharc got back in the car. He popped the glove compartment box.

Fiend was in a fast crawl now, finally with his breath back and some feeling back in his body.

Something in the car fell to the floor. Something not to heavy, but just heavy enough to make a noise.

Fiend saw the blade. Twinkling in the light.

Sharc took a second, just to lie on the bucket seats.

So close. Just a couple more feet for Fiend.

Sharc had a knife in his hand. He sighed in relief and sat up.

Fiend was on his knees and dove for the knife.

"Fuck!" Sharc screamed, racing out of the car as fast as he could, which wasn't very, at this point of the fight. But he got there in just enough time to get his foot on Fiend's arm.

There was just one problem. Fiend didn't have the knife in his left arm.

It was in his right.

Slash!

Sharc dove out, just in the nick of time, landing a couple feet away on his backside. Sharc raised his knife. Fiend his.

The two men stared at each other from the pavement. They knew the end was closing in.

They began to circle one another, staring deep into one another's eyes. It had all mounted into this situation. Two men and two knives. A potentially fatal situation for these two men who had put their lives on the line so many times in their short Action! career.

They would spill blood to entertain.

Their blood. Or whoever's was closest.

Fiend tossed his knife from hand to hand in an almost satirical manner, he was quite confident with a knife in his hand. It was his weapon of choice. He twirled it between his fingers and held onto the end of the blade, as if he were going to throw it.

Sharc just held onto the knife. He wasn't as confident as Fiend with one but there was no need. He only had to cut him once. Stopping at one would be the problem. Stabbing someone like Fiend once was like trying to eat only one chocolate cookie.

You just gotta get more in.

They continued to circle and there was this eerie silence that sent prickles up and down your spine and they charged at one another. Sharc lunged his blade at Fiend and it narrowly missed, but it was in Fiend's shirt, this could be curtains for him.

But Fiend was quick.

He ducked his head down into his shirt and pulled back, tangling Sharc inside his own shirt. He wraped the blade and wrist of Sharc inside the shirt, though his was inside the shirt, too.

Fiend pulled the shirt forward and to the side and drove his head hard into Sharc's face as he staggered forward. Sharc's head snapped back and forward again as Fiend drove his head hard into the face of Sharc again and again, the crowd who had gathered groaned loudly as they watched Sharc's head bounce back and forth.

Sharc, now somewhat groggy, was kicked away as Fiend pushed him off of him with a boot. But as Sharc staggered back, he lost grip of his knife. He toppled backwards and landed on his back as Fiend had two knives wrapped up in his shirt.

Not knowing what to do, Sharc just lay there. He had a feeling Fiend mightn't attack with him lying on the ground, he'd want him to be standing so he could look him in the eye.

Fiend liked to see the fight give up in people's eyes.

Pulling his hands hard away from one another like in a cartoon fashion, Fiend sliced through the shirt, letting it drop to the ground in tatters. He had a knife in each hand and a fallen opponent.

He wandered over to the fallen Sharc and he knelt down on his chest. Sharc was hoping his earlier premonitions were right. But Fiend raised a knife high above his head as he knelt on Sharc's chest.

He drove it down hard and fast and the fans turned away as the knife was headed straight for the head of Sharc.

CHINK~!

Not the noise a knife makes in a skull.

Everyone looked.

Even Sharc opened his eyes.

Beside him, the knife had been shattered into the concrete. All that remained of the second knife was a handle, there was no blade attached. Fiend had shattered it into the ground.

"A good knife's hard to find, hey Rich?" Fiend said to him.

For some unknown Fiend reason, he decided that it would be more fun with one knife. It'd make it that little more interesting.

"You still wanna play?" Fiend asked him.

Sharc nodded.

"You fucking bet!"

"Let's play then."

Fiend turned around, looking around the area, Sharc, for some reason, didn't attack as Fiend put his back to him. Fiend was looking for something. He scoured the roof, everyone watching also searched with Fiend. What on Earth was he looking for?

He grinned as though he had found his hidden treasure.

He pointed to the ceiling. In the ceiling there was a small wooden manhole by the steel supports for the arena. Sharc was still confsued, as was majority of everyone looking.

Fiend looked at Sharc and grinned, he then shrugged and threw the knife hard into the air. It managed to get stuck into the wooden manhole which would probably have been half a metre away from the steel supports and six above the ground. The crowd gasped and groaned.

Sharc looked at the knife and then at Fiend. He looked around the area to find ways of getting up, there was a way to get up there, but it was going to be tough. Especially in the bruised and broken predicament they were in.

Someone was going to get hurt...

BAD!

Fiend and Sharc charged at one another, much like they did in the beginning. They pounded each other in the head with lefts and rights. Nobody was really coming out on top, they were both coming out worse off.

Putting Sharc on his ass, Fiend had shoved him hard. Fiend dropped his knees into the side of Sharc's ribs and then began to punch him hard in the sternum. Sharc gasped for air as Fiend continued to pepper him with lefts and rights to the sternum.

A cheap shot but a good one, Sharc gouged Fiend's eyes. Stepping back and blinded, Fiend clutched his eyes trying desperately to regain his vision. Sharc was already off to continue his assault on Fiend.

He crawled across the concrete when he had seen his weapon.

A shovel.

He picked it up and used it to help him get to his feet. Fiend had finally removed his hands from covering his eyes.

CLANG~!

Sharc smashed the shovel into Fiend's face. Fiend fell back onto his back, his nose was bloodied good. If the concrete were snow, one might be inclined to think Fiend were making snow angels from his laid out stance. He wasn't moving.

Standing over Fiend with the shovel in hand, Sharc looked down on him and then up at the knife in the wooden manhole.

It was decision time.

He had to get the knife, or would he just wait for Fiend to get it.

He wanted the knife. He really wanted to finish Fiend off for all the unthinkable things he had done to him since Juggernaut II. It was time for Fiend to pay.

Sharc wandered around the area trying to find ways to get up to where the knife was. There was barely any options. The supports ran down the wall, you could scale up there using them, but that was going to be time consuming and he didn't have time to waste.

Not with Fiend.

He saw a bunch of ladders laying in a pile. He limped over to them and began to sort through them to find a tall enough ladder. He found one he thought would be tall enough to get the knife with.

He carried it to be underneath the knife and set it up, he began to climb the ladder on his way to getting that knife. Fiend had began to stir from his flattened position.

Sharc slowly climbed up as Fiend got to his knees. He had left a major puddle of blood where he layed. His nose had a nasty gash across the bridge of it. He pushed up onto his feet and wandered around, not really knowing where he was.

Sharc had made it to the top of the ladder, he reached up but he was still at least a metre short from getting the knife. The only way to get it would be the time consuming use of the supports against the wall and then pulling yourself across the beam.

He didn't have any time to waste.

Fiend was at the bottom of the ladder when Sharc saw him, the fans roared thinking ahead of Sharc who leapt down with what seemingly looked to be a Lou Thesz press.

But Fiend caught him and he turned a full 180 degrees and...

BUTTERFLY EFFECT~!

The crowd roared as Sharc's head drove hard into the concrete and Fiend lay over the top of him. He was bleeding badly. His face and chest was covered in his own blood. There was even some blood trickling down his leg.

He was losing blood fast.

Fiend knew he had to go up the slow way and he staggered across to the wall, there was no way Sharc was getting up. He was out cold.

Fiend pulled his body up using the steel supports, he was weak but had probably enough strength to get to the knife, getting down would be the problem.

He pulled his way up using every last inch of strength that he had.

He was half-way when Sharc began to twitch. Convulse. Sharc as going to stay there for a while. The fans just watched in awe as Fiend pulled himself higher and higher up the wall.

Anybody who had been watching these two battle would know that they had next to no energy left.

They were putting their lives on the line for the 35 people who had gathered around to watch.

Fiend began to pull himself across the steel support. His feet dangled as he had to use all his energy to get himself across using just his upper body strength. He was six metres above the ground and on his way to the knife. He still had to pull himself along another four or five metres.

Sharc's convulsing had stopped and his eyes began to batter as he was coming to.

Fiend was inching closer and closer to the knife when he lost grip with his left hand. The fans gasped but he was quick to getting his hand back and gripping the beam tight. Fiend shuffled along further and further, about two metres from the knife.

Sharc's eyes opened and he groaned in pain as he left hand slowly went to comfort the back of his head. He was certain he had been hit by a freight train. He'd just recieved the stiffest move wrestling had ever seen and it was executed onto a concrete floor. He wasn't going anywhere fast.

Fiend was beside the knife. He had to reach out with one hand and try to pry it from the wooden manhole. He reached across the fans held their breath. Sharc had now noticed that what he was staring straight up at was Fiend reaching for the knife.

He couldn't move yet, he was still out of it. He could barely move his eyes inside his head.

The tips of Fiend's fingers tickled at the knife's handle and he managed to grip his index finger around the handle.

The knife slowly etched out of it's wooden home.

Fiend wrapped another finger around the handle but he lost his grip and the knife fell to the ground. He watched as he dangled by one arm six metres above the ground as the knife fell by the side of Sharc.

Sharc's hand moved from behind his head to the knife. This was over. There was no way Fiend could avoid being cut by Sharc.

The fans got a little excited as they ahd put 2 and 2 together, coming up with Sharc wins.

It was, as Keith Scott Zimmerman says, academic.

Fiend pulled his other arm up to support his balance. If he was going out, he was going out with a bang and he began to swing his legs back and forth. He let go of the beam which supported him.

He swung his body out toward Sharc in a splash style. His body turned in the air as if he were sky diving toward Sharc.

Sharc slowly pulled the knife around and held it by his side, blade side up.

The fans roared as Fiend fell down toward his doom.

This was going to be messy.

CRUNCH~!

Fiend crashed onto the body of Sharc and the fans roared.

Fiend didn't move at all, Sharc lay under him as a pool of blood began to gather around the side of Fiend's stomach.

Sharc pushed Fiend off of him and tried to sit up. The fans that had gathered rushed him and they raised him high above them, he had done it. He had, in actual fact, buried the hatchet.

The sound was deafening as Sharc celebrated his victory.

The fans eventually put Sharc to the ground and began to shake his hand, but he pushed through them to get one final look at the body of Fiend. He wanted to make sure he had won the match.

The crowd slowly parted, around Sharc who took a few shakey steps forward. Some fans helped him walk, he was in a bad way. He just had 255 pounds hit him from 6 metres up.

As Sharc's view had cleared everyone gasped.

There was no Fiend.

Just his puddle of blood and the knife.

This war of their's was OVER.

Outcome: Sharc wins

NEXT CHAPTER: Sharc vs. "Impulse" Brian James >>

©2003 John Leary