Sharc vs. Rune Winters
PIW Massacre
Sept. 14, 2002
It was main event time!
The house lights changed to blood red as "Pisschrist" blared and Mike Hunt introduced the PIW Hardcore Champion, Sharc. The 6-2 245 pounder from Boston, Massachusetts was making his first main event appearance since coming to PIW. The Hardcore Title was not on the line, though the match was announced as having "No rules." Sharc slowly walked to the ring, alone tonight, no Lisa, nonchalantly carrying his barbed wire board over his shoulder. He walked around to each side of the ring, raising his arms and staring blindly into the crowd before sliding into the ring.
The lights grew dark and were replaced by flashing lights as "Violence" kicked in. The fans erupted as Rune Winters exploded from the back. The spotlight shone on the 6-6, 279-pounder from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, who was greeted by cheers from the rabid fans in the arena and soaked up the attention before heading toward the ring. The moment didn't last long.
Rune quickly looked from left to right and then leaned over the guardrail and stole a chair from one of the fans on the aisle. In a moment, we found out why, as Sharc came charging down the aisle, armed with his barbed wire board and about to strike.
CRASH!
Winters blocked the shot as the weapon came flying for his face. Winters pushed Sharc away and raised the chair up to crack Sharc's skull…
BARBED WIRE TO THE GUT!
The fans let out a collective "Ohhhhhh" and Sharc ripped the wire free from Winters' flesh. Sharc locked Winters into a headlock and walked him toward the ring. After ramming his face into the apron, Winters dropped his chair. Sharc shoved Winters into the ring, continuing to clutch at his abdomen. Sharc snatched the chair and slid it into the ring before following close behind.
Quickly, Sharc went right at Winters, stomping him in the back of the head. He got down on his knees and pounded away on Rune's skull, rocking him back and forth with every stiff blow. Sharc picked up the 'Untouchable' one and landed more punches to his skull. Winters rocked back off the ropes and responded with a rushing takedown.
This time, Winters was all over Sharc as the crowd popped big time for this beatdown. Capitalizing on the advantage, Winters got off Sharc and retrieved the barbed wire board.
"OH MY GOD!?" Mike Brown screamed, as Winters grabbed Sharc by the hair and began to rip and tear at the flesh on his forehead, bringing a bright crimson trickle down his face. The trickle was shortly joined by more trickles of blood pouring out of multiple openings. "This is sick, I LOVE it," Nerdstrom said. "These guys are gonna give these fans their money's worth, in blood!"
But Sharc had had enough. He elbowed his way free, got to his feet and began landing right after right after right into Winters' jaw. He then tackled Winters and began pounding away on him with lefts and rights like a crazed animal. Winters tried to block as much of the blizzard of fists as he could with his own hands. And eventually, the storm passed.
A bloodier storm was on the horizon.
Sharc violently grabbed the barbed wire board, an evil, sick grimace on his face, as he waited for Winters to get up.
The crowd's volume rose as Winters got closer and closer to his feet and closer to danger.
"OHHHHHHHHH," the fans erupted as Sharc delivered a shot to the top of Winters bald head. Winters grabbed at his head, which was lacerated, and he felt the blood trickle through his fingers even as Sharc landed another shot!
The fans booed as Sharc raised the board in the air in celebration.
After a minor stagger, Sharc slammed the board down on the mat and determinedly headed toward the ropes. And outside.
He looked around at the fans, who erupted in cheers as he lifted up the apron cover with the Massacre logo on it and went for some garbage.
A table.
The crowd popped.
Another table.
The crowd popped even louder.
And then…a ladder!
After a moan in orgasmic anticipation of violence, the cheers returned. Not for Sharc, but for the violent show these men were about to put on, and had already put on.
As Sharc headed for the ring with the ladder, Winters was up and came on the attack with a baseball slide into the ladder which rocked into Sharc's already crimson coated face. Winters looked down at Sharc, then the ladder, and seemed to get himself an idea. Winters wedged Sharc's head in the ladder and then stepped onto the announce table.
CRACK!
LEG DROP!
"Holy shit, holy shit," the crowd rapidly chanted at the suicidal high-impact spot. Winters then slid the ladder into the ring before tossing Sharc back inside. Winters scooped up Sharc and dropped him throat first on the top rope. Sharc slowly fell to his knees, then face down on the mat.
Winters spied one of the tables and set it up as Sharc lay motionless on the mat. He moved the table towards one of the corners and then went back for Sharc, who was very sloppy on his feet. Winters managed to guide him to the corner and scoop him up top.
"Oh no," came the collective moan from the crowd, not believing they were about to see Winters superplex Sharc through the table!
Sharc didn't budge.
Winters punched him square in the face, but Sharc responded with an eye gouge and a straight punch right to Winters balls.
That was the opening Sharc needed.
"What the hell?"
CRUNCH!
"OH GOOD GOD!" Brown screamed out. "Winters was just put through the table with a vicious sunset flip into a POWERBOMB!" Nerdstrom noted that the table literally exploded upon impact. "Look! I caught me a piece of table!"
The crowd again chanted for the violent spot.
The InsaneTron lit up to show L.i.T. was watching the match backstage on a monitor. He was shaking his head at what both men were doing to each other.
"Is he holding a chair in his hands?" Brown asked?
"He IS. What's L.i.T. up to?" Nerdstrom wondered.
Finally up to his feet, Sharc looked around at the loud crowd, still dazed and hurting, and then looked at Winters. He made a one-armed cover.
One.
Two.
Shoulder up.
Using only his foot, Sharc rolled Winters over onto his face. He stumbled back toward Winters legs and locked in an Indian deathlock. But that was only half of his mission.
He was going for the Spinebreaker! Sharc lunged back violently and reached for Winters chin.
Locked in!
Winters growled at first when the move was locked in. Sharc wrenched back on his throat, bending the neck back in a way it was NOT meant to go. "NOOOOOOO," Winters screamed out as the referee asked him if he wanted to give it up. "NEVEEERRRR." Seconds became minutes or what seemed like hours of relentless torture.
But after just over a minute in the hold, Sharc let go, knowing he wasn't going to get the submission out of Winters. Sharc, stood up, grabbing at his sore back, and stomped on Winters' back until he noticed the ladder.
He stared at the ladder for seconds, as if in a trance, before standing up and going for it. "He has something EVIL in mind, Vinny?" "Ya think?" Nerdstrom responded. "This isn't family entertainment, Brown! If ya can't take the heat, go work for Disney!"
The ladder was set up. The ladder steps were parallel with the turnbuckles.
After stomping a rising Winters, Sharc went for the second table. He looked up at the top of the ladder, all the while setting up the table right below it.
He smiled as he licked his own blood from his lips. He put a hand through his sticky hair and picked up the equally bloody Winters, leaving an imprint of his hand on Winters skull. After pounding away on Winters open wounds, he fell into place on the table.
Sharc headed outside.
The fans rose to their feet and the volume of the fans in the arena grew louder by the second in anticipation.
Sharc looked around as he got up to the third turnbuckle and made the transition to the middle of the ladder and climbed up the rest of the way to the top of the not-so-steady ladder.
But when Sharc looked down, Winters wasn't on the table. And he found out why the ladder was so wobbly.
He wasn't alone.
Winters was halfway up. Sharc had to wait on him, throwing wild punches that missed and shook the already unstable ladder.
"Is it gonna fall over?"
The fans were almost hushed, watching both men battle it out on the wobbling ladder. Then Winters landed one, right to the throat.
"OHHHHHHHHHHH."
Sharc hung on and rebounded. Almost losing his grip and falling backward to nothing but poorly padded concrete behind him.
Winters was up top with him.
"Oh NO!" Brown screamed out. "OH YES," Nerdstrom countered.
SUPERPLEX TO HELL!
CRUNCH!
After letting out another loud "OHHHHH," the fans once again chanted "Holy shit" before a "P-I-W" chant broke out as both men lay motionless from the high-impact of the fall.
The ref lifted both men's arms but got no response. So he began his count.
One…
Two…
Three…
Winters rolled over onto Sharc!
ONE…
TWO….
THREKICKOUT!
Sharc just BARELY got his shoulder up on that one.
Slowly, Winters crawled toward the ropes and used them to pull himself up. Sharc continued to lay on the mat, staring up at the lights. Perhaps waiting for feeling to return to his body.
Winters headed toward the ladder and folded it up. He leaned the ladder against the middle of the top rope. Then he went for Sharc.
After picking up Sharc, Winters pointed at the ladder as the crowd popped huge again.
"OH NO!"
CRACK!
BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX ONTO THE LADDER!
"That sound you just heard may have been Sharc's back breaking!" Brown said.
Sharc laid prone on the ladder, arms outstretched, and oddly, as the camera zoomed in on his face, the camera found a smile. What seemed like a smile of disbelief or happiness. Neither announcer could believe it. Once Winters recovered enough strength, he pulled Sharc down off the ladder and made another cover.
ONE.
TWO….
TH--NO!
Sharc rolled away as Winters collected the ladder and headed for Sharc, ready to play a bit of ladder toss.
CRASH!
"OHHHHHHH!" the crowd roared.
"CHAIR, MEET LADDER, MEET FACE!" Nerdstrom yelled out. Winters collapsed beneath the ladder and Sharc fell to a knee after one hell of a chair shot!
Sharc pulled the ladder off Winters and set it up on its side. He then collected Winters and whipped him into the ropes.
Drop toe hold!
CRACK!
"OHHHHHHHHH," the crowd screamed as Winters jaw smacked down into the ladder! Sharc quickly scrambled on top of Winters!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-KICKOUT!
Sharc sat, hands on his knees, for a few seconds, breathing heavily, as Winters did the same from the mat.
Angrily, Sharc shoved the ladder flat. He then slowly pulled Winters up and set him up for a DDT aimed towards the ladder.
Winters blocked.
Sharc tried again.
Blocked.
REVERSAL!
"OH NO!" Brown screamed out yet again.
NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX ONTO THE LADDER!
Sharc's back arched in pain, as the toll of the match continued to wrack his body with torment. Winters, with a rush from somewhere, rolled to his knees and dragged Sharc to center ring.
COVER!
ONE!
TWO!
THRE-NO!
"That's FUCKING IT!" Winters yelled to the delight of the frenzied fans.
Winters picked Sharc up and tried a suplex but roared out in pain as his back gave out. Winters roared and went right back at it.
He jacked him up!
Now You're Fucked connected! With tremendous force, Sharc was driven into the mat for Winters finisher!
COVER!
ONE!
TWO!
CRACK!
"What the HELL?" Brown questioned? "It's Big Little Italy! Italy just saved Sharc from defeat! Him and his little friend, the steel chair."
Now L.i.T. was in the ring! He had his own chair! L.i.T. ran at Italy, who dropped his chair in a fast escape attempt. L.i.T. stalked around the inside of the ring, keeping an eye on Italy, who was screaming obscenities.
As Italy retreated up the aisle, L.i.T. turned around…
CRACK!
On instinct, L.i.T. had lifted his hands as he sensed impact.
It didn't help. Since he had a chair in his hands.
Metal cracked metal, cracked skull.
At the hands of Rune Winters!
"He didn't know L.i.T. was there to help!" Brown said. "He knew. He also knows he's getting a shot at that U.S. Title at Evil Intentions," Nerdstrom explained. "I can't believe what you're implying" Brown said. "Who is implying? I'm TELLING you. Winters is taking L.i.T. out now! LooK!" Nerdstrom shouted.
Winters picked L.i.T. up and dropped him with Now You're Fucked: The Sequel!
The fans popped. Winters was KICKING ASS!
Winters got up and--CRACK! A flying chair smacked him in the face, thrown by Sharc, who was finally back on his feet. Sharc moved in for the kill, landing a DDT onto the chair!
With a last sadistic burst of energy, Sharc quickly got to his feet and stared down at Winters. After double flipping him off with bloody hands and fingers, Sharc picked up Rune and grabbed him in a reverse chinlock.
It was time.
Blood In The Water!
The fans erupted as Sharc lifted up Winters!
WHACK!
Sharc dropped Winters, who had been partly in the air.
"It's the DAMN MASKED MAN," Brown yelled out. "What does he want? WHO IS HE?" Nerdstrom simply said, "I don't know, but he's got a helluva swing!"
Sharc fell to his knees, arms wide open as if he were a puppet.
Winters, somehow, got back up again. He shook out the cobwebs and looked with blurred eyes at the black figure in the ring, and then Sharc. He picked up Sharc for…
Overkill! The double underhook facebuster! Sharc's bloody face cracked into the steel chair.
Just then, Italy charged back toward the ring, but quickly, the masked man slid outside and stood, ready to strike, with the bat, as if Italy were an oncoming fastball he was ready to slam out of the arena. Italy stopped.
And behind them, Rune made a cover.
ONE…
TWO!
THREE!!!
HUGE pop for Rune as "Violence" blasted a second time and Rune had his arm raised from the mat. Winters slowly rolled out of the ring as the hot crowd continued to cheer for the great match they had just seen. As he hit the floor, he collapsed to the floor. The referee saw this and headed outside to check on him.
Sharc was still down and out.
The masked man turned around and slid back into the ring.
Italy stared at the ring from the aisle, eyes wide with rage.
The masked man dropped the bat. He looked around at the cheering crowd and took off his jacket.
He tossed it to the mat and scanned the crowd once more.
"What is he gonna do?" Brown wondered.
The masked man bounced off one side of the ring ropes.
He hopped over Sharc and some plunder and bounced off the second side of the ring ropes.
He bounced off the third side of the ring ropes.
He dodged some more wreckage and headed off the final side of the ring.
Dusty shuffle?
FIST DROP!
Right to Sharc's bloody head. Sharc's body looked like it suffered an electrical shock on the impact of the fist drop.
"No way!" Nerdstrom exlaims. "It can't be!"
Some of the fans knew and were marking out.
The masked man stood up. He called for a microphone.
A beautiful blonde woman in a forest green mini-skirt and a black T-shirt with a red square on the front, marked with the white letters iAd on it (the flip side of the T-shirt said "Get It? Don't? I Don't Really Give A F*** Either Way!") headed into the ring to whistles and cheers from the crowd. The masked man rolled Sharc out of the ring and stood center ring. The woman stood before the masked man, legs spread apart, and held at the bottom of her shirt with both her hands, teasing as though she were going to take it off…
…Flip…
…Flip…
And then she took off her shirt to reveal…
Another shirt…A shirt that read:
PINNACLE
She took off another shirt. Another message:
OF
She took off a third shirt. Another message:
SPORTS
She took off another shirt. Another message:
ENTERTAINMENT…
After one last look around at the crowd, the woman took of her final shirt, revealing a black bra and two letters written on her flat, white belly in green body paint:
T V !
The masked man ripped off the mask and smiled widely.
 "TREY VINCENT is in PIW!" Mike Brown yelled.
The fans who knew him erupted in cheers. The man who claimed to be the Sports Entertainment Icon of jOlt and the Franchise Player of whatever federation he collected a pay check from, was in a PIW ring!
And apparently, he was the man who had been making Sharc and Italy's lives hell in recent weeks.
But why?
A small "T-V" chant broke out among the crowd and Vincent smiled, putting on a pair of sunglasses.
Italy stared at Vincent from the aisle in disbelief. Sharc pulled himself up and looked into the ring at his attacker before falling back to the floor.
"This is SURREAL," Brown commented.
Vincent put the microphone to his lips and waited for the noise to die down a bit. He then uttered but three words...
"To. Be. Continued."
NEXT CHAPTER: Sharc vs. BIG Little Italy vs. Trey Vincent >>
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