Branded Superstars 1

September 7, 2008

Sharc Caption: Austin, Texas

(Beneath a bridge in that one-of-a-kind Texas heat, Sharc sat with a homeless man. The homeless man was devouring a greasy fast food burger. Sharc sat there, unmoving, sweating from the killer heat. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of ripped blue jeans and boots.)

Sharc: BRAND Wrestling. Welcome to my world. Some of you wrestling fans may remember me. A few years back, I was a player in a federation known as the Pinnacle of Insane Wrestling. Or, perhaps you remember from Action! Wrestling. Or, perhaps, you've never even heard of me, or Action, or PIW. Maybe you're too young and have no respect for the history of my industry.

Sharc: In 2003, I was on the verge of becoming a major player in this business. A name. A brand name. But then what happened? I vanished. Everyone wondered where Sharc went. No indies. No big-time feds. I was here.

Sharc: You see, I realized what this business was transforming me into. One of YOU people. All you people want are material objects to give your empty lives meaning. I wanted the crap that people shoved down my throat. Want a HDTV? Sure, I've got the money. Want a car? How about three? Sure, I've got the money. Alcohol? I could drink a year's supply in a week if I had wanted to. I could have had coastline property. I could have had anything I wanted.

Sharc: It was pure hell. Because I grew up believing that money, and having things, cured all. And finally, when I made it, I could have everything, and I was more miserable than before because everything I thought I knew was a lie. And it nearly destroyed me.

Sharc: Now it's all gone. I sold my house and everything inside for a bus ticket south. I sold my car for a bottle of whiskey. All my priceless Sharc wrestling merchandise, all my personal videos of all my great battles, all the mementos of my life, the pictures of my family – gone. The only thing I didn't sell was my life. I am my own master.

Sharc: I lived on the streets. I lived on floors of roach-infested motel rooms with some of the most disgusting human creatures you could even imagine.. I've survived. Alone. No money. No home. No transportation. No ID. Nothing. It took me getting thrown into jail for a few hours for beating up some human waste to remember how great it is to beat up people, televised, and without consequence.

Sharc: As fate would have it, I heard about BRAND. I haven't followed wrestling for years. I didn't have the luxury of a paycheck, regular meals, friends, family, or anything you people all take for granted. You're soft. Have you really lived? Have you really struggled? Do any of you people even realize how weak you are, living in this country where you can have anything you want? I challenge you to bitch about your life after living without your precious AC, television, computer, telephone, food, or running water.

Sharc: So in 2008, I've decided to return to wrestling for BRAND Wrestling. And trust me, you aren't getting the old, wimpy Sharc, who cried about his life. Oh no. You're getting a dangerous Sharc. And to all my fellow BRAND stars, I will take from what you what value most. Starting on the debut show of Homebrand TV. My opponent? Scoot Johnson.

Sharc: I don't know much about you, Johnson. But I know you've got 206 breakable bones in your body. You have two arms I'll attack. You have two legs I'll brutalize. And you have one neck that I'll devastate. So there you go, Scoot. You now know my master plan. The big question is, can you stop me?

Sharc: I also know you want that BRAND Name Championship. I know you want it because you're a weak-minded human. I'm going to win that championship, though, Johnson. Not because I need it. Just so you can't have it. Trust me, Johnson, I'm doing you the biggest favor of your life. I'll be saving you from yourself. From your own corruption. From your own ego.

(Sharc pulls out another burger and gives it to the homeless man.)

Sharc: You're as weak as my pet. Johnson, prepare to pay for your sins. You can't fight nature. You can't fight God. You can't fight fate. And you can't fight Sharc.

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