Sharc 1:2

Sharc PIW And what of His past?

'What of it?' Sharc would respond.

Evolution. History erased. All irrelevant. Now. Because PIW doesn't know Him, but soon will. History begins now. Look back in time and see the history Sharc has created. But don't look to other places, not yet. Because the time is not right and every federation has its own story that should stay in its own book.

New book. New chapter. Same life. Different story.

Except for one mistake he still has to live with. And one miracle of sorts.

The year was 2000. Days after learning of the death of Tidal Wave Wrestling, His....woman, at the time, had some surprising news. She was with child. Pregnant. And Rich was the father. It was a fact that He tried to hide from everyone.

He was embarrassed by the mother. Chelsea. A self-centered, thoughtless, boring waste of flesh. But worse, she would in part ruin His first child. Because it would be partly made from her.

Granted, for a time, He loved Chelsea. But with the death of TWW, her purpose for existing to Him ceased. Instead, she surprised Him. Rich was going to be a father. Not Sharc. Rich.

But Sharc was bored of Rich. Not quite as much as Chelsea. Sharc was sick of Rich's weakness: Feeling. It made them both weak and vulnerable. But even to this day, Rich survives. Somewhere. Still holding Sharc back from completely taking over and doing things that would cross what many might consider a line.

Sharc wanted to go all the way. But He had to settle for Chelsea to start with.

And the baby was her new, and only, purpose or goal in life. Keeping herself healthy and safe. So Sharc stole her happiness:

'Chelsea...before these next nine months roll by...there is something you must know.'

'What is it, Rich?' she responded, always playing on His real name.

'You and me have no future together. I don't want to marry you. I don't love you. You are nothing to me anymore.'

And Chelsea sat there in shock. In His home. In His chair. Carrying His child. Because everything was His. Nothing was hers.

'You're just..we'll be fine once you get a new company to work for.' She couldn't believe it would end. Her mind couldn't wrap itself around the concept.

'I'm sad I have to share a miracle like birth with such a shallow cunt as you.'

And she did something He didn't expect. She stood up, legs visibly shaking....looked at Him, tears running down her rosy cheeks....grabbed a lamp, threw it at His face and knocked Him unconscious.

Sharc woke up seconds later, a bloody mess, Chelsea sweeping up the shattered bits of the lamp. Crying. Hard. Shaking with every breath and burst of pain.

'We have a baby. It can't end.'

Then she gave up on the lamp. And walked out.

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