Empty

"The character just doesn't DO anything for me."

Blunt honesty. Maybe that asshole Jim Johnson had been right all along. It was nothing I haven't heard before.

What am I, exactly? Who is Sharc?

When I started, I sucked. Then I became the guy who beats up women to get over and doing insane spots in the ring, usually involving barbed wire, tables and whatever else I could get my hands on. Then, I tried to steal gimmicks, in part, of those who crossed my path, ultimately using religious imagery to get my point across.

Then it was back to being good old hardcore Sharc. I tried, I really did, when I joined PIW, to get that religious vibe back. I tried and I tried, but it just wasn't happening. My beliefs have changed. I'm not here to test people before viewers and God.

Gimmicks never last.

They never do.

The gimmicks help shape you a bit, but you have to grow to succeed. The fans change, you have to change.

I changed. But so what? In the Pinnacle of Insane Wrestling, I worked harder than I had ever worked before in my career. And it died. Just like everything else in my life dies.

So much needed to be done, to be said. But it is far too late now.

So Sharc went darker and darker. I shoved my bloody face into the crotch of what was, then, my enemy's girlfriend in the middle of the ring. Strangling people with barbed wire. Suplexing people through tables from on top of a ladder, all while going on and on about pain and suffering and ending the happiness of other people.

To make them all as miserable as me.

Darker and darker.

The darkness was all too familiar, though. Am I just a gimmick? No. The sad truth is, Sharc, at this point in time, is not happy. And neither am I. Here I am, signed to a contract with Action, but now, the urge to do stupid things and to work my ass off, well, it just isn't there.

I made my career on hardcore.

There urge is just, gone. It's not there. And I don't know why.

Is Action the problem? Is it the other wrestlers? The fact that I barely speak to any of them, and call a single one of them a good friend? Is it because I feel more alone than I've ever felt in this game?

There is no family here in Action. It's worse than ever having a family to hate.

It's just empty.

Sadness. Depression. Boredom. I'm not happy anymore except for Amy, aka Bait. I honestly don't know what I'd do without her. I'd probably just slip away, forgotten like so many other people in this game.

I'm just Richard.

A nobody.

A loser.

Fact is getting boring.

Well, I might be in love.

I am also completely drunk.

If only the oblivion would last.

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