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