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Saturday, November 6, 2021

JSWA Event One Match 1 & 2

 

[I am still having writer's block.  While looking at my computer I found a series of old stories from the internet -- JSWA.  I have decided to post those.  These are stories where the jobbers are set up to lose.  Some are very violent.  There is no sex involved at all.  I emphasize I DID NOT write these.  They are from the internet.  If you are the author please let me know and if you want  I will take these down.]


JSWA

 

Tyler had arrived at Central Maryland U scared he'd be reading textbooks in the library or over shoulders all year. He and newly- made friend Jimmy were both griping about their need for money when Eric, their RA walked by them and put up a sign for JSWA:

Introducing.... JSWA! -- the Jobber Squash Wrestling Alliance

Testing the limits of even the freshest rookies!  Testing the limits of even the wickedest heels!

COME ON DOWN to the old Kilgore's Gym 612 Wharf Avenue, Downtown Owings Mills Show Starts at 8pm Limited Seating

Want to Wrestle?  Want to get paid to wrestle?  All types and sizes welcome, show up by 7:30 Tough Rookies and Newbies Welcome _____________________________________

 

Eric said he and a friend from the football team were gonna go and suggested they could come along and maybe make some money, if they were tough enough. Jimmy didn't need to be goaded - he had always wanted to wrestle. And Ty would have done just about anything to make some money right then. They were in.

 On opening night, they showed up at an old gym in downtown Owings Mills where a ring had been set up, surrounded by three rows of chairs. When Jimmy and Tyler read the rules, they had second thoughts about signing up. "Shoot" - that meant this was real? It might hurt? They exchanged a look, about to forget the notion when Eric said, "I hear the freshman bio text is over $100 this year." So, they marched into "Gorgeous" George's office, where they learned they were the only lightweights in attendance. Against George's better judgment, they signed up for a Gauntlet, with a half-hour time limit on each match - they might as well go for as much as possible while they could monopolize the card. They hoped as a tag team they would do better, maybe even win a match or two and make some real money. Neither really had any idea how much they were in for.


The Wrestlers:

Ty (Tyler), a freshman at the local college who desperately needs money for books and stuff.18, 5'8", 145.

Jimmy "Freshman," another poor frosh who needs money, and a big pro wrestling fan. 18, 5'7", 138. (His picture shows Eric, the RA who suggested they both come here.)

LJ (Long John), a bouncer since right after high school who has always wanted to wrestle. 24, 6'3", 248.

"Buff" Biff, an amateur bodybuilder and personal trainer always up for stepping on little people. 28, 6'3", 258.

Dane, also from the college, has been in wrestling camp there all summer. 22, 6'1", 208.

"Dirty" Harry, a local pro and friend of the owner, who can't wait to work on some rookies. 29, 6', 241.

Lenny, a former boxer-turned-pro wrestler who may not be brilliant, but can be brutal. 36, 6'4", 382.

"Gorgeous" George, another local pro who started this fed to give jobbers a start, and to get to squash the hell out of those jobbers. 29, 6'1", 338.

The Matches:

Gauntlet:  Ty and Jimmy vs. "Dirty" Harry

Gauntlet: Ty and Jimmy vs. "Lenny"

LJ vs. "Buff" Biff

Gauntlet: Ty and Jimmy vs. Dane and "Dirty" Harry

Gauntlet: Ty and Jimmy vs. LJ and "Buff" Biff

Dane vs. "Gorgeous" George

Gauntlet: Ty and Jimmy vs. "Gorgeous" George and "Lenny"


Night One Match 1

Gauntlet:  Ty and Jimmy vs. "Dirty" Harry

 

The boys were each given a singlet to put on and directed to the locker room, where they met their competition. They didn't know yet who they would face when, but all were pretty intimidating - all strong, some huge. They got changed and stretched, talked about strategy with Eric, and then took a look out into the `arena.' By eight o'clock, when the matches were to begin, the seats were mostly full, with a few people standing around behind. It was a mixed crowd, but Tyler and Jimmy were disappointed to see no one else from the college was there to see their endeavor. At least Eric could be their witness.  

Both freshmen's stomachs sank when all of a sudden, George was in the ring, welcoming everyone and asking them to stay out of the way of the cameras. He told them where tapes could be bought online, and described how the fed worked briefly. Then, all to soon, he was announcing Ty and Jimmy "Freshman" (a ring name taken quickly that would make him a target for his whole time in the fed). They walked to the ring and got a warm applause. Both were nervous as hell, never having been in a pro ring or match before. They tested out the ropes and took a corner. Then George announced their first opponent - "Dirty" Harry. Harry came to the ring to mostly boos - the crowd knew the score here, and could smell when he entered besides. Harry  waited in his corner while Jimmy stepped out of the ring, allowing Ty to start.  

The bell rang, and they locked up in the middle of the ring. After a moment's struggle, Harry started pushing Ty back, and soon had him on the ropes. The ref -  George - called for a break, and got a clean one. Soon as Ty stepped away from the ropes, however, the heel lunged back in at him with a gut punch that doubled the lightweight right over. Harry slammed a forearm down across the teen's shoulders and Ty grunted as he fell to his hands and knees. Harry pulled back for another blow, but before he could connect, Ty had lunged forward, spearing Harry to the mat.

They struggled for a moment before rolling apart and getting up. Ty was fast, and on Harry before he was fully on one knee, but Harry played dirty, assaulting the lightweight with a low blow as he got close. George, from behind, thought he saw a gut punch.  

As Ty held his balls, back on hand and knees, Harry got to his feet. Then the heel reared his leg back and punted the teen in the side, sending Ty flying over onto his back. Harry smiled and strutted for the crowd, while Ty crawled toward Jimmy, who was stretching for the tag. Harry got back to Ty just in time, though, to send him off- course with another kick to the gut. As Ty curled up on the mat, Harry went after Jimmy, landing a blow to his shoulder and sending the teen to the hard floor below on his butt. Inside the ring, Harry pulled Ty up by a handful of singlet and Irish whipped him into the opposite corner. When Harry tried to follow with a clothesline, though, Ty telegraphed it and the heel got a chest full of sneakers, staggering back and falling flat on his back.  

The freshman ran for his corner, and slapped his partner's hand just as a now-furious Jimmy got back on the apron. The crowd got excited as Jimmy entered by climbing to the top rope and leaping at Harry with a double-axe handle that sent him right back to the mat after he had got up.

Jimmy bounced off the ropes and leapt onto Harry, slamming his small body down across his foe. Harry didn't seem to respond to that, so Jimmy went to try it again. This time, he splashed onto Harry's upraised knees. Jimmy cradled his abs as Harry took his time getting to his feet and catching his breath. When he got to Jimmy, the teen was just getting to his hands and knees. Again, he punted. Jimmy, even smaller than Ty, went flying into the ropes and lay beneath the bottom one as Harry came at him again. The cruiserweight pulled Jimmy up and Irish whipped him, hard as he could, into the corner.

This time, Harry approached slow. Jimmy tried to kick out, but the heel slapped his legs aside and slammed his shoulder into Jimmy's chest. Then he yanked the kid out of the corner and sent him hurtling into the opposite one. This time, Jimmy hit and immediately slumped down against the lower turnbuckles. Harry strutted back across the ring, and pulled Jimmy up to his knees. He yelled at the audience, "AHH, smell that?!?!" as he planted his small opponent's face in his crotch. Then he pushed the teen back into the turnbuckles and rubbed his ass on Jimmy's face, griding him into the corner with it. Disgusting and humiliating as this was, it didn't hurt and when Harry stepped away again, Jimmy managed to slip out of the ring. As Harry grandstanded, he ran around to the other apron and by the time Harry looked back down in the corner, Jimmy was already dropkicking him in the back, face- first into that corner. He tagged Tyler.  

Jimmy went back to Harry, grabbed him around the waist and suplexed him back to the middle of the ring. A second later, Tyler landed on his chest with a frog splash from the top rope. Ty hooked both legs and basically sat on Harry's head as George counted 1, 2, 3.  

Harry was livid, and swore to get the teens back soon. They smiled and lapped up the crowd's cheers, but knew very well he'd probably get the chance.  

Ty and Jimmy split fifty minutes of TIR for the pin plus the five minutes of the match.  

 

 Night one match two

Gauntlet: Ty and Jimmy vs. "Lenny"

 

Jimmy and Ty didn't even leave the ring.

"The next match in this evening's  Gauntlet for these two lightweights is scheduled to be thirty minutes. Win is  by pinfall or submission. Please welcome, from the hills of Western Maryland,  weighing in at 382 pounds, LENNY!"

Ty and Jimmy exchanged a glance and  whispered to each other as the massive man walked to the ring. He stepped in  over the top rope and waited, like a mountain waits to see which of the insects below will manage to scale it. This time, Ty stepped out of the ring, leaving  Jimmy to face off with Lenny, who towered almost a foot over the freshman.

When the bell rang, Lenny grinned big and lifted one hand, inviting a test of  strength. Jimmy blanched. He looked back at Ty. When Jimmy turned back, it was  with a fist launched into the heavy's gut. Lenny didn't seem to notice. He  just shook his hand, waiting to crush Jimmy's.

Reluctantly, the lightweight  put first one, then the other hand up with Lenny's. In seconds, he was on his  knees, bent back practically head-to-the-mat with the heavy bent over him.  Soon, his head and then shoulders were on the mat, and Lenny stepped over him further. Jimmy grunted as the huge wrestler sat down on him.

"SHIT!" Jimmy  thought, as the ref began to count a pin. Ty leapt in just in time to tackle  Lenny off his partner. Both lightweights were up before Lenny and each grabbed  a wrist and sent him into the ropes. They hit the opposite ropes, and came  back at him with a double flying clothesline. He staggered back a foot,  started to teeter. They both went back again, and again hit the double  clothesline. The second sent Lenny back against the ropes. Again, the two  bounced off the opposite ropes and ran at the big man, hoping to clothesline  him out of the ring.

Unfortunately, Lenny ducked the third double-clothesline. Ty went over the  rope and landed badly on the floor below, while Jimmy got tangled in the top  two ropes. When Lenny got up and looked around, he found the smaller  lightweight dangling outside the ring, feet a foot off the floor, held tight  by the ropes. He slammed a forearm down across Jimmy's chest, and then utterly dazed the boy with an elbow to the top of the head. Lenny got in two more of  these brutal blows before Ty pulled his partner down out of the ropes.

Ty helped Jimmy to their corner and onto the apron, and went to get in the ring,  but George held up a hand. Jimmy was still the legal man. The freshman shook  his head as he stepped through the ropes, trying to shake off the haze, to  focus on taking the big guy off his feet. They circled for a moment and then locked up. Lenny sent Jimmy into the ropes. On his return, the lightweight  ducked a clothesline, only to run back into a full-body block he couldn't  avoid, which sent him back into the ropes. He bounced off and attempted a  clothesline on Lenny, which the big guy utterly brushed off. Again, Jimmy went  to the ropes and made a classic rookie mistake, throwing his full weight at  Lenny in a cross-body block.

The heavyweight caught him with ease, and slammed the lightweight's side down  across his knee. Jimmy screamed as his side was twisted, and as he was dumped  on the mat.

"YEAH!" Lenny screamed at the crowd, as he pointed at his jobber.  The heel slowly pulled Jimmy to his feet, ignoring a weak couple punches to  his gut, and lifted the jobber back up, cross-body. He walked the teen around  for a moment before tucking his head under an arm and power-slamming him to  the canvas. There he remained, belly pressed down on the kid, and George began  to count the pin. At two, Ty crashed down across the back of the heavy's head with a leg drop from up top. As Lenny rolled away, Ty went back out of the ring  and up the turnbuckles.

As the heavy got to his feet, Ty leapt, but Lenny saw Ty's attempted dropkick and stepped aside so that the dropkick  did not connect with Lenny and instead landed his legs right across his  partner's chest.

When Ty got up, Lenny was waiting, and bashed him over the  head with a huge forearm. Again, and again, the heavy just pounded Tyler's  head, till he was on his hands and knees in a daze next to his partner. Lenny pulled Ty up and planted the teen's head between his massive thighs. Even if  he hadn't been too dazed to resist right now, Ty was stuck. The heavy pulled  the teen's body up vertical and then powerslammed him front-first to the mat.  Ty was now even more dazed, and had to fight desperately to move his body as  he watched Lenny again lift and powerslam his partner for a pin.

George's hand was an inch from the mat on its third hit when Ty slammed into  Lenny, ending the count. The teen was still dazed, though, and put up little  fight as Lenny lifted and powerslammed him, and even less as the heavy got up  still holding Ty so he could do it again. Now the heavy pulled Jimmy to his  feet, lifted him from behind and powerslammed him face-first onto his partner.  One atop the other, the lightweights lay moaning as Lenny ran to the ropes,  bounced and came back with a huge leaping splash, squashing both teens for an easy 1-2-3. They had lasted barely eleven minutes, which they would have to  split for TIR. George and Lenny both helped the teens to their feet and out of  the ring.  

 

 


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