JSWA Event 1 Match 3 & 4

 [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.