JSWA Match 7

 [This is the last match in the night one series of JSWA.  While I am not completely certain, I think these were written by a Bruce Major.

There are 3 more "events" each with several matches.  Let me know if you are interested in me publishing the other events.]

Night one Match 7

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

 

When Eric looked at Jimmy's excruciatingly painful arm after his match against Biff and LJ, he knew that the shoulder they hit at the end of the match was dislocated. "I can pop it back in, but it'll hurt like hell - you shouldn't wrestle again tonight."

Jimmy seemed relieved. "Yeah, I guess not."

"So, I'll just have to do our last and toughest match by myself?" Ty sounded panicky.

George chimed in, suddenly behind them, "Looks that way. This is our main event. Someone has to get out there."

In the ring, Biff looked around at the audience, smiling. "The next match is the final bout in tonight's Gauntlet. Unfortunately, Jimmy "Freshman" has sustained an injury to his shoulder. Therefore, please welcome the only lightweight in this last, thirty-minute competition... TY!" The audience cheered Tyler enthusiastically, but he was scared of this match. He got in the ring and just waited in his corner. "And introducing his TWO heavyweight opponents.... First, back out at 338 pounds, `Gorgeous' George!... And his tag-team partner for this match... at 382 pounds, LENNY!"

The heavyweights came out together, and stood in the corner opposite Ty. The lightweight looked so small standing across from the two huge heavies, virtually all of the audience couldn't help but root for him. Before the bell rang, Ty went to Biff, who announced: "the rookie requests that this, also be an ironman match." The heavies readily agreed. Ty would find out only later about the "No Pin" and "Submission Break" options. Still, he had guaranteed himself thirty minutes of - granted, painful - ring time.

Lenny remained to face the lightweight as "Gorgeous" stepped out on the apron. The bell rang. Ty feinted toward the heavy's right leg, and then kicked the back of his right knee. Lenny went down on that knee, and Ty grabbed his head, driving it to the mat and driving the audience wild. The lightweight dropped a leg across the back of Lenny's head, and kept stomping the heavy even as he started to get up.

When Lenny was on his knees, Ty came from behind, grabbed his head and drove it again to the mat. This time the big man was dazed. Ty struggled to roll him over, and hold a huge leg. Lenny easily hurled Ty off him after one. Ty approached again as Lenny got to one knee, and walked right into a low blow by the big man. Ty doubled over and held his groin as Lenny straightened up. The audience was booing loudly, disgusted that the huge heavy would resort to cheap shots so early in this mismatch.

Then Lenny slammed his elbow into the jobber's lower back. Ty fell to his knees at the giant's feet. Lenny stepped over the freshman, straddling him as he got back up onto his hands. Then Lenny butt-stomped Ty over and over and over until the rookie remained unmoving on the mat. His back already aching, Ty wondered why he had listened to Eric about making this match Ironman - could he really take thirty full minutes of this?

As Ty rolled onto his back, Lenny bounced off the ropes, and pounded the rookie with a massive thigh across his face. Lenny pulled Ty back up, clapped a huge hand around his throat, and choke slammed the jobber back to the mat, holding him by his throat for the first pin.

Ty, too, had neglected to request time after falls, so Lenny and George basically got tag time after each fall. As George entered the ring, Lenny pulled Ty up to his feet and sent him into the ropes. On the rebound, Ty was double-sidewalk slammed back to the mat. Lenny got out to the apron while George began a series of elbow drops all over the teen's chest and gut. After them, George hooked a leg and covered Ty. The audience roared when the kid managed to kick out after two. George hefted him up and threw him in the ropes. Ty came back with a forearm to George's head that dazed him. A second staggered him back. A third sent him against the ropes. Then Ty did something stupid. He tried to bodyslam the heavy. Filled with adrenaline from the crowd, he reached under George's crotch and tried to lift. The crowd started to go nuts as it looked like George's feet were lifting. Finally, Ty screamed as George lifted about a foot off the mat before the lightweight fell back, toppling George on top of himself. George stayed, and Biff counted a pin.

Ty's back was in agony as Lenny stepped over him and grabbed a handful of the front of his singlet. The heavy yanked him up. Lenny pulled Ty into a headlock, crushing the teen's head against his body, as he led the jobber around the ring and displayed him to the crowd. George had stepped off the apron and was talking to the girls who seemed most interested in Biff.

When all had seen the ease with which Lenny manhandled Ty, the heavy sat, driving Ty's head to the canvas. When Lenny got up, Ty was motionless on the mat. He rolled the jobber back over with a foot, and then dropped to his knees on the boy's torso. Ty screamed and gagged as 378 pounds crushed his chest and gut. Then, all of a sudden, he was back on his feet, hurtling into a corner. Seconds after he hit, front-first, his back was smashed by Lenny's shoulder. Ty crumpled to the mat in the corner, only to be dragged back to the middle by an ankle. There, Lenny hit him with two huge leg drops. An off-the-ropes splash was far less than Lenny would have needed for the next pin. 1-2-3.

Ty wished only for a respite as Lenny got up, but would get none. George was already ready on the second turnbuckle, and as soon as Lenny moved, George threw himself onto the rookie, splashing across his chest. Biff started to count a pin, but George pulled Ty's head up. The heavy got up and pulled a limp Ty to his feet. George threw the lightweight into the ropes, and when he came back grabbed him fast and tight into a wicked bearhug. Ty moaned and screamed as "Gorgeous" crushed his back and ribs. He struggled to keep filling his lungs up with air. George kept on the pressure, shaking Ty around and squeezing harder and harder the whole time.

After three minutes, Biff lifted Ty's arm. Twice it dropped. The third time, as the crowd cheered, Ty held his arm up. Slowly, his head came back up and he started to struggle. He bashed George on the side of the head. Once was enough for George. He flattened Tyler to the mat. After he got up, George pulled Ty back up and backed him into the ropes. He whipped the jobber across the ring, and bent to back-body drop him. Ty surprised all in attendance by stopping himself and raising a knee into George's face. George straightened up, and Ty hit the ropes again, dropkicking him hard in the stomach. Again, George doubled over. Ty bounced off the ropes a third time and jumped over George, landing behind his legs, pulling with all his might to wrap the heavy into some sort of pin. He wasn't strong enough. George wobbled for a second, but held his ground and then crashed down onto Ty.

The rookie was winded, and his chest ached from George's weight slamming onto it. He was relieved when the heavy got up, though George soon came crashing back onto his chest with an off-the-ropes vertical splash. This time, George let Biff count the pin.

When George got up, Ty heaved to breathe despite the searing pain in his chest. Soon he was up again, pulled to his feet and hurled at the heels' corner, where Lenny was waiting with a huge boot to his face. Ty lay spread-eagled in the corner as Lenny stepped into the ring, one foot planted deep in Ty's stomach while he did so. They pulled the jobber to his feet and together whipped him into the opposite corner, where his chest slammed into the top turnbuckle and he bounced right back out to the mat. George ran anyway, and leapt to sitting on the poor boy's lower back before pulling him up and securing him in the corner, arms draped over the top rope and legs spread around the middle rope. The rookie was wide open, and could only close his eyes and brace himself as George charged toward him and then slammed into him. There, George remained, all his girth pressing the thin rookie into the corner. Before Ty was able to brace himself again, Lenny had run and piled on his own 380+ pounds. Ty was utterly squashed.

When the heels moved, Ty remained hanging by his arms and legs in the corner, still held wide open. George looked around the ring, expecting to see Biff about to go off on them. But he didn't see Biff anywhere. Ah- there he was, not even in the ring, talking to some of the girls at ringside. George smiled, thinking, 'way to go, girls.' He and Lenny each grabbed the top rope and used it for balance as they both viciously stomped Ty's chest and gut, while the rookie just hung in the corner and moaned. Finally, a stray kick by Lenny hit Ty's neck and the kid shuddered so hard that his arms came free, and he swung down by his knees. His face and chest on the mat, legs still up on the ropes, Ty was in a bad position, which the heavies soon exploited, now stomping his back viciously as he tried to pull himself off the ropes. Ty finally succeeded, and his legs flopped down to the mat. Unfortunately, he had pulled himself mostly under Lenny, who waited until Ty had gotten to his hands and knees and then butt-stomped him back down flat again. As Biff still appeared to be collecting the female fans' numbers, the heels saw no reason to stop double-teaming the rookie.

When Lenny got up, Ty dragged himself to the ropes and began pulling himself up them. It was a slow and painful process, and the heels only let him get to his knees before they moved back in. They pulled him up the rest of the way and whipped him into the opposite ropes. Ty ducked an attempted double-clothesline, hit the ropes again and bounced off right into Lenny's arms, waiting to belly-to-belly suplex him to the center of the ring. As Lenny moved, George moved in, rolling the jobber onto his stomach and then dropping to his knees on Ty's back.

After George got up, Lenny nailed Ty's lower back with a huge elbow off the ropes. Then George bounced off the ropes and vertical splashed onto the rookie's lower back. Ty's back was in tatters as Lenny pulled him to his feet again and then into a full nelson. The rookie squirmed futilely, his legs too much weight for his back to hold up just then, but couldn't get out of the hold. Lenny turned him to face George. The heavy began planting blows into Ty's gut, and counted out ten, before Lenny swung Ty's body up by the full nelson and then slammed his back on the mat. Ty was in such pain. He couldn't bear to be on his back, or his stomach, and so lay on his side, just waiting for more.

Lenny pulled him up again and whipped him into the corner so hard, he bounced right back out to the mat on his face. Now, both heels pulled him up to his feet and whipped him in the ropes. They waited to clothesline him, but Ty held on. So, Lenny and George double- clotheslined him over the top rope and out to the floor, right next to Biff.

Now, the erstwhile ref noticed what had been going on. He looked from Ty, nearly out cold on the floor at his feet, to the two heavies in the ring. "Hey, hey! Who's the legal man in there?" The heels exchanged a look. "I am," Lenny offered.

"Then you stay there, and you" - he pointed to George - "get out of the ring!" Biff got back in, leaving Ty on the floor outside, and began to count the lightweight out. Lenny tried to get past Biff to pull Ty in the ring, but the ref would have none of it. While Biff kept Lenny back and kept an eye on George, Ty had time to slowly pull himself up. When he got to his knees he looked in the ring and saw Biff holding up his opponents. 'Thank God,' he thought. Ty was breathing heavy, and ached everywhere.

He looked at the clock. Only seven and a half minutes to go. It didn't seem so bad, after all. Sure, he hurt. But he had figured out that every minute in the ring with these guys earned him over four dollars. So, he started to push himself back into the ring. Then, out of nowhere, Harry streaked from the locker room and slammed into Ty, spearing his gut on the ring apron. The rookie fell back to his knees, only to have Harry drive his head to the floor. Seeing Harry working over Ty, Lenny redoubled his efforts to get past Biff, which only made Biff angrier and more concerned with Lenny. Outside, Harry had pulled the teen back to his feet. The audience booed and jeered as Dirty Harry turned Ty, planting the boy's face in his nasty crotch, and then tombstoned him to the cement. After rubbing his stinking crotch and ass on poor Tyler's face for a minute, Harry rolled him back in the ring and disappeared under it.

Biff felt as Ty bumped against the back of his calves. "All right, then," he said, and got out of Lenny's way. Ty lay on his back, his thin chest heaving, legs spread-eagled out to his sides. Lenny looked down and then out at the audience. "THIS is an opponent?" He slammed a thigh down across the boy's chest, and Ty jerked on the mat. Lenny pulled the ragdoll jobber to his feet and whipped him face-first into a corner, following right behind with a shoulder to the kid's lower back. Ty fell to his knees, leaning into the corner. Biff called for a break, and Lenny backed off after slamming his weight into the kid once more. Ty pulled himself up by the turnbuckles, slowly getting to his feet and turning to face Lenny.

Soon as Biff stepped out of the way, the big guy lunged, trying to squash Ty once again in the corner. Ty, however, was gone, having lunged out of the way when he saw Lenny start to move. The heavy got a chest full of turnbuckle, and turned around to get drop-kicked back in the corner by Ty. The audience was going wild as Ty grabbed the middle rope and began plowing his shoulder into Lenny's massive gut. The blows didn't have much effect, though, for Lenny soon brought his arms slamming down on Ty's back.

The rookie fell to his knees, but thought fast enough to roll back out of the way of another big double blow. As Ty got to his knees, the big man was already bearing down on him. He thought fast and lashed out, one fist sinking into the heavyweight's crotch. Lenny stopped in his tracks and fell to his knees, holding his crotch as he did. Ty got up, bounced off the ropes behind the big man and bulldogged his head to the mat. As Ty rolled Lenny over, the audience was jubilant, and when he frog-splashed onto the hulking heavy and hooked a leg for a pin, they were screaming. Then, before Biff could get to three, George slammed his elbow into the rookie's lower back, and Ty slid right off of Lenny onto the mat.

While Biff got back to his feet, George was already pulling Ty up off the mat and then powerslamming him right back to it. The next time George pulled the rookie up, it was into a full nelson. Biff began counting as Lenny began punching. Only after five massive blows to the rookie's crotch did Biff make George leave the ring again. Ty was left in a heap on the mat at Lenny's feet. The heavy began stomping, pounding his huge foot down on Tyler's head, chest and gut. Then he pulled a limp Ty back to his feet and gorilla pressed him, holding the boy high in the air for all to see before dumping him out of the ring, on the arena floor behind George. Lenny tried to follow, and soon he and Biff were again almost coming to blows.

Again, poor Ty was on the floor. George jumped down from the apron just as Harry emerged from under the ring. The heavyweight lifted Ty as for a slam, and rammed his back into the steel support pole. Ty screamed when his back hit, but George didn't let him go. He turned, and took off, ramming Ty's back into the next pole. Then he finally powerslammed the boy, ramming his back onto a steel chair laid on the floor by Harry. When George got up, Ty was mush on the floor. George and Harry pulled the job boy to his feet and Harry got him into position for his signature stinky tombstone. Together, he and George then drove Ty's head into the steel chair. The resounding thwack made by the rookie's head on the chair made Biff look around, and he awarded a win by disqualification to Ty. Unfortunately for the jobber, the match went on.

As Harry retreated to the locker room, George roughly rolled Ty back into the ring. Lenny was ready. He dropped right down on the boy's head with a huge leg drop. Then he dragged the limp boy by an arm to the center of the mat. He laced his fingers under Ty's chin and pulled the lightweight back into a camel clutch, leaning his weight back on the kid's butt as he stretched him back. Ty was wailing from the pain. His back had taken so much abuse. Now he knew why. As Lenny bounced and pulled Ty's head back even further, the boy had to scream out a submission.

As Lenny got up, the boy rolled to his side, curling up to stretch his back the right way. Then George pulled him up with a handful of singlet and flung him into the heels' own corner. Ty hit with such force that he fell back to the mat. Again, George pulled the boy up and propped him against the turnbuckles. Then he backed up and rammed the kid, squashing Ty with his own weight before Lenny slammed onto the pile, crushing the jobber even more. Lenny stepped out of the ring, and George led Ty back to the center. There, he picked the teen up and powerslammed his back to the mat. When George moved, Ty arched up, only to be kicked in the stomach and sent right back flat. The heavy grabbed his ankles, and turned him over into a Boston crab.

Again, the pressure on Ty's back was immediately too much and as the huge heavyweight leaned back, Ty submitted. George didn't let go, though. As Biff began counting, George just settled his weight back further and further, bending the kid's legs further and further over his back. Biff was too busy trying to get George to relent to even notice Lenny, who came in behind the ref and slammed his butt down on the rookie's upper back. Now Biff was furious, and started yelling at the heavies as they totally ignored him. Both remained on the lightweight.

George sat back further and further, while Lenny again grabbed the kid's chin and started stretching his back that way too. Ty was screaming in agony, his back bent almost double as the huge pros twisted him. After a glance at the clock, Biff gave up trying to maintain order for the last three minutes of the match. He just accepted Ty's submission to the wicked double-hold, and kept telling the heavies they had made him submit. Finally, Lenny let the boy's head thump to the mat and George got up. The Gorgeous one rolled Ty over and hit the ropes, leaping onto the destroyed jobber in a huge splash across his chest and face that elicited another pin. Soon as George was out of the way, Ty's heart sank, for he saw Lenny balancing himself on a top turnbuckle. The freshman ordered himself to move, willed his muscles to roll him out of the way, but he was too weak. A second later, the massive heavyweight's ass slammed down onto Ty's chest. Again, Biff counted a pin.

For the remaining time, the heavyweights didn't move Ty. They just kept bouncing off the ropes and leaping off the turnbuckles onto him, squashing and then pinning him over and over, until the last thirty seconds. Then Lenny pulled the dishrag rookie up off the mat one final time, as George mounted the turnbuckles. Lenny planted Ty's head between his legs and lifted his waist, scissoring his head for a few vicious seconds before piledriving it to the mat. Lenny flopped the kid onto his back and stood up as George leapt, and crashed down onto the jobber. Moments later, Lenny had bounced off the ropes and leapt onto George. Ty was totally squashed, and Biff counted the final pin as Ty's thirty minutes in the ring with the heavies ran out. Lenny and George piled off the rookie, and beamed at the audience as Biff raised their hands in victory. Then George did what he hoped would start a tradition: he pulled the destroyed jobber to his feet, and raised Ty's hand in the air. The audience went nuts.

The lightweight had earned one hour of TIR for the half-hour in the ring and the one DQ victory he got during the match. Lenny earned five hours of ring time for his two submissions and five pins on poor Tyler, minus the match length. George earned five and a half hours (two submissions, six pins).

As Lenny helped (mostly carried) Ty back to the locker room, "Gorgeous George" addressed his audience one more time. "Thank you all so much for coming to the first night of Jobber Squash Wrestling! I hope you all had a great time. We sure saw some great displays of endurance by our jobbers tonight, and I sure had fun making them display it!" The audience laughed. "Remember, this is an open event. If you or someone you know wants to get involved, we will be right here again in two weeks. Hopefully, we'll have more little guys next time as tough as Ty and Dane, who can show us all what they're made of. Tapes of this night's matches will be available then. Good night and SQUASH ON!"