Sharc vs. Conan The Leprechaun and Lisa Keown
Hardcore Title Match

PIW Massacre
Aug. 24, 2002

"All For Me Grog" signaled that it was time for the Hardcore Title handicap match. Conan The Leprechaun followed out the beautiful Lisa Keown down the aisle. Both looked dead serious about this match, which would be nothing more than a fight. They barely even acknowledged all the screaming and cheering fans around them. After the pair got into the ring, Leprechaun began to talk over some strategy with his manager/girlfriend. Perhaps telling her to stay as far away from Sharc as possible, perhaps telling her some of his weak points, or perhaps just telling her to hit and run. The pair shared a brief pre-match kiss.

And then "Pisschrist" began to blast through the speakers. Cheers turned to boos and hostility as Sharc emerged from the back, holding the Hardcore Title in his right hand at his side. He walked toward the ring, past the hundreds of fans seated by the aisle who yelled obscenities, never taking his eyes off of the couple in the ring. Until after he did a lap around the ring and turned his back to the ring to raise both hands in the air. A very bold statement, showing his opponents no respect. And Leprechaun responded.

Even with Sharc's entrance music still blaring and no bell, Leprechaun used the ropes to hit a springboard bulldog from the ring to the floor! The fans went ballistic for that suicidal high-flying move as the music died down. Leprechaun stood over Sharc, whose face had just been brutally driven into the concrete and spit on him. And then came the kicks. To Sharc's back, to the top of his head. To his legs. To his ribs. His stomach. Any and every place Leprechaun could kick, he did.

Leprechaun dragged Sharc toward the ring, on his knees. Sharc's head was bleeding profusely and the bell hadn't even sounded yet. His face was almost completely covered in blood. But that wasn't enough for Leprechaun who attacked the laceration, further spilling Sharc's blood and bloodying his own knuckles in the process.

And finally they made it into the ring. Sharc was down and out. Leprechaun went back out to get the Hardcore Title belt and threw it inside as the bell rang. Then he went under the ring. There was Sharc's barbed wire board. He also pulled out three chairs. And he went under for something else. When he came back out and looked in the ring, he was met by the sight of two feet, heading straight for his face.

Big Little Italy!

He had come into the ring from the other side of the crowd and hit a springboard dropkick from the ring to the floor. And then he pounded away on his apparent new target Leprechaun. Lisa yelled at Italy from the ring, pleading with Italy to stop the assault.

Sharc rolled over.

But Italy didn't stop the beating. Instead, he took one of the chairs and blasted Leprechaun over the head. Conan went down, but while Italy celebrated, Conan had grabbed one of the other chairs and as Italy went back to inflict some more pain, chair met chair, then Italy's face. Italy went down.

Sharc pushed himself up a bit and saw the brawl on the floor. And Lisa by herself. And then fell flat on his back.

Lisa turned around at the movement. She saw Sharc still apparently unconscious.

Outside, Leprechaun whipped Italy into the guardrail and then charged, but Italy backdropped Leprechaun into the front row of PIW fans. Italy quickly set up a chair, backed up, then charged, launching himself using the chair with a suicidal somersault dive! As the crowd reacted to that move, Lisa shrieked in horror.

Sharc raised his head. And smiled.

After a few seconds of recovery from the suicidal move, Italy was back up, headed back to the guardrail and hopped it, dragging Leprechaun with him. After smashing Leprechaun's jaw into the guardrail, Italy suplexed Leprechaun from outside of the rail back inside onto the floor with a heavy thud.

Lisa screamed out again for Italy to stop.

Sharc was on his feet.

Lisa had no idea.

The crowd began to shout, sensing the impending danger.

Italy picked up Leprechaun and threw him over his shoulder and walked him about halfway down the aisle before hitting a absolutely brutal overhead spinebreaker onto the concrete, the back of Leprechaun's head bounced of the floor. That could be a concussion.

Sharc was mere inches away from Lisa, who had a hand over her mouth, and tears in her eyes, as she watched her wrestler and lover being devastated by the former Devastation Inc. partner. She then watched as Italy locked Leprechaun into a Boston crab.

That's when she felt him against her.

His hands wrapping around her belly.

And flying through the air and landing on her neck as Sharc hit a German release suplex.

And Leprechaun saw it. For his torture was double. Besides the intense pain of the submission move, he had to watch as Lisa fell to the mat. And he had to watch what happened next too. As Sharc dragged her toward the aisle side of the ring so she was staring at him and he stared at her as Sharc and Italy pulled off a duet of Boston crabs.

Leprechaun watched Lisa scream. Lisa watched Leprechaun scream. And neither could help each other.

And Leprechaun watched as Lisa hit the mat frantically, giving in to the pain, and the bell rang. Still Sharc wouldn't let go.

And Leprechaun watched as Lisa passed out from the pain, for it was the last thing he also saw before blacking out.

And neither one of them saw Sharc, his face masked in crimson, as he straddled Lisa, wiped his blood from his face, and wiped it on her face. And then he used his head as if a paintbrush dipped in red paint and rubbed himself all over her upper body, from her neck down to her lower belly, leaving bloodstains on her flesh and clothing. The boos of the crowd were deafening as Sharc then pulled her legs apart and buried his face between her thighs for just a moment, but long enough to leave his signature on her tights and completely disgust everyone in attendance. The cameras quickly cut elsewhere.

NEXT CHAPTER: Ambushed >>

©2002 John Leary