[Here are the next two matches in the first event of JSWA]
Night
one match three
LJ
vs. "Buff" Biff
"Our
next match," George began, "is scheduled for one fall, in thirty
minutes. This should be a very
competitive match - one of our heaviest cruisers against one of the lightest heavies."
First, he introduced LJ - "Long John" - who came to the ring to mild applause. Next came "Buff" Biff, who the crowd loved and who played them very well.
The bell rang and they circled in the
center of the ring. Biff raised an arm
for a test of strength. Biff didn't hesitate. LJ's hands were a few inches above his, but Biff
was massively strong, and soon Long John
was leveraging his whole length to keep from giving ground. Biff squared his stance, and threw all his weight
into it, pushing up and turning LJ's
hands down, slowly forcing the cruiser's long arms down.
When LJ's arms were straight out to his sides, and felt about
to collapse or drive him to a knee, he
kicked Biff in the stomach. The heavy doubled over and LJ bulldogged him to the
mat. LJ got to his feet, and dropped a big, long leg on Biff's buff chest. Up again, LJ bounced off
the ropes and dropped another big leg
drop. He pulled Biff to his feet and sent him into the ropes.
LJ attempted a clothesline, but Biff ducked
and when LJ turned, he was too late to block a flying clothesline from Biff that sent both
careening to the mat.
LJ was up first, and approached Biff. As he
did, Biff grabbed the front of LJ's
trunks and pulled him into the ropes. LJ's throat landed across the middle rope. Biff turned and held him there
until George made him let up. LJ leaned
in the ropes for a minute and then pulled himself up. Biff was right on him, pulling the cruiser into a headlock and
wrenching it on as he dragged him to the
middle of the ring.
LJ twisted, trying to get out, and finally
started punching Biff in the kidney
area. Biff responded by running and driving LJ's face to the mat. LJ was seriously dazed, and
Biff sensed a victory. He pulled LJ up,
and lifted him for a slam. Then he slammed the big man across his knee. Again, he pulled the cruiser to his feet. This
time, he whipped him into a corner.
Biff approached slowly and avoided an
attempted kick. He nailed LJ with a
forearm to the head and then turned him around, hanging his arms over the top ropes. Biff grabbed the middle rope
and drove his shoulder into LJ's lower
back ten times, as the cruiser grunted and groaned with each blow. When Biff stopped, LJ fell to his knees in the
corner, leaning against the turnbuckles,
with one hand pressed against his back.
Biff backed up and then took off, launching
himself onto LJ's shoulders, crushing
his chest and head into the middle turnbuckle. The heavy moved, working
the crowd, as LJ collected himself. When Biff got back to him, he was blindsided by a forearm up into his crotch. He
fell to his knees, and LJ ran to the opposite
ropes. He came back with a dropkick to Biff's back, sending the big guy out of
the ring under the bottom rope.
Despite George's protests, LJ followed. He pulled Biff off the floor and
slammed his head into the ring apron. He
pulled him up again and began to whip him toward the ring post. But Biff reversed, sending LJ head-on into the
steel. Biff shook off the haze in his
own head and then pulled LJ up and crotch-lifted him. Running, Biff drove LJ's
lower back into the steel pole. Then he did it again, before letting the cruiser fall to the floor against the pole.
As George was threatening to count both out, Biff rolled LJ in the ring, and then
dove in. He ran to the opposite ropes,
and slid, kicking LJ right back out to the floor. Biff climbed the ropes. Slowly,
out on the floor, LJ got to his feet. He didn't see it coming at all. When LJ turned toward Biff, not looking up
enough to notice him and wondering where
he was, the heavy leapt, bringing his elbow slamming down on the top of LJ's head. LJ staggered into the guardrail and
lay bent over it.
Biff got up, and after talking to a few female audience
members about how wonderful that move
had been, lifted LJ and slammed his back across the guardrail. He then dragged the cruiser off the rail onto the
floor and proceeded to smash LJ across
the back with a chair before finally rolling him back in the ring.
There, Biff dragged a thumb across his
throat, and lifted LJ into a vicious rack,
bending him down across his broad shoulders. LJ's back already hurt so badly;
it was not too long before he submitted in the torturous rack. The crowd cheered wildly as George raised Biff's
hand, and until he disappeared into the
locker room. LJ, after his back stopped spasming, rolled out of the ring and walked back to the locker room alone.
LJ earned 14 minutes of TIR. Biff earned
one hour and 16 minutes TIR for the submission.
Night one match four
Gauntlet: Ty and Jimmy vs. Dane
and "Dirty" Harry
Both
lightweights, still a bit achy from their match against the enormous Lenny, were dismayed to see Harry returning to
the ring, even his partner keeping his
distance due to the stench. Jimmy in particular still hurt from his time in the ring with the heavyweight, so
Ty started the match. For the cruiserweights,
Dane would begin. Ty had resolved to go full-tilt aggressive, and dove at Dane before the bell, which rang
as the lightweight's shoulder drove Dane
into a neutral corner.
Ty
grabbed an arm and attempted to whip Dane into the opposite corner. Dane, however, was strong
enough to stop himself just a few feet
out from the turnbuckles, and yank on Ty's arm, pulling the teen to one knee. Ty groaned as Dane began twisting
the arm, and placed a foot on the back of his calf to keep him on his knee.
Dane kept twisting, and Ty could do nothing
to get away. The cruiserweight pulled the teen by his arm onto the mat, face down, with Dane's knee planted in
his back.
All
Ty could do was scream. His right arm, still twisted, felt it would twist out of his shoulder. Dane only made it worse,
grabbing his other wrist and bending
both arms back behind the teen. Ty bucked and squirmed and twisted all he could, but Dane was too damn strong, and
soon he found himself strongly tempted
by George's offers of submission. Dane kept bending his arms further and further, and the audience seemed to be
behind the cruiserweight. "Do you give?
Come on, man, you can, whenever you need to." Ty tried to block out the
pain, to ignore the offers of relief, and to focus on the money every passing minute would put in his pocket. Money
wasn't such a great motivator, though,
in the face of Dane's knee grinding in his back and crossing his arms at the elbows now. He screamed and screamed.
Out
of nowhere, Jimmy slammed into Dane, and they both toppled into the cruiserweights' corner. Dane thought fast and
tagged Harry. All four were in the ring.
Ty was still on the mat, his arms splayed around him, still in agony. Harry stepped in as Jimmy tried getting
Dane into a double hammerlock and kicked
the boy in the stomach, sending him feet away from Dane. Ty was still down, so after a whisper and a nod both
cruisers pulled Jimmy to his feet and
threw him into the ropes. He ran back, hopping over Ty, to be double- clotheslined
fiercely down onto him. George said, "all right, now, legal men only." Dane obeyed, stepping out to the
corner. Jimmy, still dazed, had to be assisted
by Harry, who threw him into the jobbers' corner and splashed into him with a "stink bomb," planting
his armpit on the boy's face.
As
Jimmy coughed and spluttered his way out to the apron, Harry turned to see Ty getting to his feet and into a sprint. The
cruiserweight dodged at the last second,
and Ty speared his partner off the apron and onto the floor. Ty remained hanging by his waist over the middle
rope. Harry grabbed his ankles and
yanked him into the ring; Ty's head smacked the canvas. Harry was right on him,
with an elbow drop and two fast leg drops.
When
Harry pulled Ty to his feet, the
lightweight was weary. Harry crotch lifted him and slammed him to the mat.
Then, immediately, he dropped a knee to the top of the teen's head. Ty rolled, stunned, on the mat, as Harry got up
and pointed and jeered at the jobber.
When Ty began climbing up the ropes, Harry kicked him in the side and draped his neck and arms over the middle rope.
Harry then sat on Ty's head, choking him
with the rope and his awful funk.
Eventually,
George pulled Harry off. The cruiser was soon on again, though, after bouncing off the opposite ropes and
slamming back down on the boy's shoulders.
Harry pulled Ty to the center of the mat and dropped another knee to his head. The boy, still gasping for air,
just jerked and wheezed on the mat. This
was only a set-up, though. Next, Harry bounced off the ropes and landed a
head-butt to poor Tyler. Now Harry was ready to finish him.
He
pulled the boy to his feet, and lifted
him upside-down, bending to plant Ty's head in his crotch with his legs. There he held Ty,
for almost a minute, squeezing the jobber's
waist the whole time. Blood rushed to Ty's head as he struggled to breathe, smothered in the nasty cruiser's
groin. Finally, Harry jumped and tombstoned Ty to the mat. Ty seemed to be
completely out of it, as Harry sat back
on his ankles to gloat at the audience once more before wrapping Tyler up and sitting on his face for a pin. George
counted - 1, 2, - Jimmy dropkicked Harry
in the head! Harry rolled off into his own corner while George blocked Jimmy right back into his own corner.
Ty
seemed to be practically out cold on the mat. Harry got to his feet, dropped a leg across the freshman's chest, and
grabbed a leg for a pin. After two, Ty
kicked out, sending the audience nuts. Harry got up, and pulled the ragdoll jobber to his feet. He whipped him
into the heels' corner.
After
driving his shoulder so hard into Ty's
stomach that the teen was left folded between
turnbuckles, Harry tagged Dane back in. They got the teen out of the corner,
and double-suplexed him to the center of the ring. Harry got out as Dane got to work. The cruiserweight took one
of Ty's ankles, lifted and straddled his
leg. Then he butt-stomped Ty's knee, and the lightweight screamed. Dane held
onto Ty's ankle, and turned him over into a single-leg Boston, and stretched him by the knee, bending
his leg and back far above him. Ty's
adrenaline rushed with the pain, and he heroically hand-walked and stretched to the ropes.
Dane
immediately released the hold, and waited as Tyler pulled himself up by the ropes. When he had, he squared off and
moved to lock up with Dane. Dane was too
fast, though. The cruiser tripped Ty face-first to the mat, and landed on top of him with Ty's hurt leg wrapped up
around one of Dane's. The big guy grabbed
Ty under his chin and pulled him up and back into a combo leglock/clutch. Ty screamed as Dane tightened
both holds, and again the temptation
returned with George's offers of submission.
Jimmy
wanted so bad to give Ty a break, but
before he could even consider intervening, Harry grabbed his ankle and pulled him to the arena floor.
Jimmy, surprised, was a sucker for a gut
punch and a DDT to the lightly padded cement. "Freshman" offered no resistance as Harry sat on and crotched his
face, basking in the crowd's boos.
Inside
the ring, Ty was wondering why Jimmy hadn't tried to interfere. And Dane kept bending his knee further and pulling
his head back further. Just when Ty
thought he would have to submit, Harry stomped him in the side, and the ref made both cruiserweights get off him.
"What
the hell is wrong with you man?"
Dane asked as George got Harry back out of the ring. When Dane turned back to Ty, he was sitting up. The cruiser
pulled him up by an arm and used it to
whip Ty into the heel's corner. Dane climbed to the second turnbuckle, grabbed Ty's head with his hands and his waist
with his feet, and flipped the teen back
to the center of the ring. Again, Dane lifted the lightweight; he slammed Ty's back down over his knee and held
him there, stretching the jobber over
his knee. When Ty refused to give after five minutes of increasing pain, Dane dropped him. He said to Ty, "man I
tried to spare you this," and then tagged
"Dirty" Harry back in.
Harry
went straight to Ty and began stomping him relentlessly, over and over, until George made him give the kid a break. He
did, and then pulled an aching lightweight to his feet. Harry planted Ty's head
between his thighs, and tried to lift
him for a piledriver, but the teen held onto his legs. Again, he tried, and again Ty held on. Harry slammed his arms
down on Ty's back, and he fell to his knees, head still held. This time Harry
managed to lift Ty by the waist, and
then piledrived his head to the canvas.
When
he got up, he strutted around Ty's prone
form before dropping three fast knees to the top of his head. Now, again, he was ready. He lifted Ty and turned
him, planted his head in that awful
crotch, and held him. This time, he bearhugged Ty's waist for three minutes,
and Ty was already woozy with the blood in his head, from the powerful stench, and from suffocating on
Harry's sweaty, nasty package, when the
heel tombstoned his head to the mat. Ty was utterly prone on the mat. Before going for the pin, Harry punched Jimmy
off the apron. Then he hooked Ty's legs
and sat on his face, nodding and bouncing as the ref counted 1- 2-3.
Harry
remained, sitting on Ty's face, as the ref lifted his hand and Dane entered the ring. After a minute, Dane said,
"get up, man, let the kid breathe."
Harry
smirked, "aw he can take some more," and rubbed his butt on the
teen's face some more.
"Come
on, man, the match is over, just get up."
Harry
sat back, full weight, smothering the beat jobber with his butt. "What if I don't want to?"
Dane
pulled Harry up, and Harry shoved him back. Dane collided with George, who got pissed. "What the fuck?"
Harry
sneered, "you wanna fight me?"
"Any
time, nasty ass. But we can't."
Here,
George chimed in. "You could fight him, if he were part of a team."
Dane
shot right back, "fine - I'll fight him and you together later instead of just you."
"Fine
by me," George said.
Harry
was grinning big. "Fine."
Jimmy
and Ty split 19 minutes of TIR. Dane and Harry each earned forty-one minutes for the pin.
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