JSWA Night # 2
Night # 2 Introduction
After enduring all he had at JSWA's opening night, Ty walked back to his dorm with just under three hundred dollars in his pocket - almost enough to fully cover the books he needed. Jimmy hadn't made out quite as well, but what he'd made would help. Still, as they drove with Eric back to campus that night, Jimmy wouldn't shut up about his arm. Ty knew Jimmy wouldn't be back to JSWA in two weeks. So, he resolved to find someone else to join him. In this, he would have little trouble.
Within days of the event, Eric had filled in most of the freshman mentors, and the word had spread through pre-class campus, to the football team in pre-semester practice, to the students finishing summer classes, and finally to the rest of the new freshmen. As Ty sat eating a very quiet lunch with Jimmy in the dining hall that Wednesday, a smallish boy with brown hair sat down. Dane, also at the table, but not as happy about the tales of his performance spreading around, pushed a chair out for the kid. Over lunch, Benji introduced himself, told them how he'd wanted to wrestle since he was eight, and invited himself along with Ty and Dane the next time. Both were skeptical about how small Benji looked, but it was Jimmy who said something.
"Are you crazy? Did you HEAR what they did to us?" He asked, astounded that someone even smaller than him would hit that ring.
"Yeah, that sounds great. Even if I lose, it's cool that I can at least TRY not to. And whatever, rookies have to job before they can make a name."
Dane laughed. "Man, you're really into all this."
They talked until Ty and Jimmy had to meet their peer group, unaware that the next table had been intently listening the whole time. After they left, Ian turned to Jake and asked, "so what do you say? Want to make some money?"
Jake, though interested in the preceding conversation, had not apparently had the same idea. "What?"
"Oh, come on.... I'm sure we can do better than those fags."
"I dunno, man... sounds like they actually got hurt."
"So, you're afraid, you think you can't take more than those wimps?"
"Shit, all right. I'll at least go check it out with you."
Ian smiled. "Awesome."
NIGHT 2
The Wrestlers:
Ty (Tyler),
a freshman at the local college who made out last week and wants some more ($).
18, 5'8", 145.
Benji, a new friend of Jimmy
and Tyler and a wrestling fanatic who can't wait to hit the ring. 18,
5'6", 132. (That's right - Benji isn't concerned with his size.)
Ian, another freshman who
heard about Ty's matches and knows he can do better. 18, 5'7", 158.
Gary, from a different local
college, whose friends dared and goaded him into coming. 20, 5'11", 172.
Jake, another frosh from Ty's
college and friend of Ian's who he dragged along. 18, 5'10", 165.
"The Giant Killers" - John and
Stan, a tag team from another local fed who plan
to kick ass.
John: 19, 5'10", 154;
Stan: 18, 5'10", 161.
Jared, a local pro who heard
about Week one and wants in on JSWA. 19, 5'11", 187.
Phil, a football
player/wrestler from the local college who wants his own shot at Ty. 23,
5'10", 193.
Dane, from Ty's college, got
beat last week but knows he can win this time. 22, 6'1", 208.
"Dirty" Harry,
a local pro and friend of the owner, who loves rubbing rookies' faces in it. 29,
6', 241.
"Lineman,"
a football player at school early who heard of Ty's battles last week and wants
in. 23, 6'2", 284.
"BAM" Whitman,
a friend of Lineman's who goes where Lineman goes. 22, 6'1", 253.
Mike, a freshman entrusted to
Lineman and BAM who they told had to show how tough he was. 18, 6', 169.
Tyrone "The Stone" D'Armond,
a local bodybuilder friend of Biff (wk 1). 26, 6'2", 264.
"Dozer,"
a local pro and former bodybuilder. 34, 6'1, 326.
"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.
"Major Squash,"
a massive pro from Baltimore who believes he will rule JSWA. 28, 6', 647.
Matches:
NHB: Gary vs. "Lenny"
Interlude:
"Dirty" and BAM before their match (MS and Lineman)
Dane vs. "Dirty" Harry and
"BAM" Whitman Submission
Jared vs. Tyrone "the Stone"
D'Armond
Benji and Mike vs.
"Lineman" and "BAM" Whitman
Verbal Tag: Ian vs. "Gorgeous" George and
"Lenny"
Anything Goes Match: "The Giant
Killers" vs. "Major Squash"
NHB:
Gary vs. "Lenny"
As Central Maryland University began to buzz with
the story of Jimmy and Ty's night at JSWA, at another college not far from the
fed, Gary was arguing with his friends about which of them was toughest. He
thought he was, of course. Then one of his friends pointed to a JSWA poster and
told him to prove it. When he had looked over the roster for the night, his
friends had goaded him into challenging Lenny. He wasn't sure he had any
chance, but asked for the match to be NHB in the hopes that if he could do
anything, he might have a shot.
George welcomed the crowd, modestly larger than the
first weeks, and began to announce the first match.
"Our first bout tonight features a rookie to pro wrestler taking on one of our most brutal heavies. The challenger has asked that this match be NHB. That means all holds and moves are legal, the ropes do not give any break, and no count outs can occur. However, wrestlers may still be disqualified for bringing foreign objects into the match and for outside interference." George looked to the locker room, and saw Gary ready to emerge. "Our challenger, weighing in at 172 pounds.... GARY!" The audience liked Gary and welcomed him warmly. George continued, "and his opponent... a tower of power, a mountain of mean, at 382 pounds, LENNY!" Lenny got a less favorable reaction, as most in the audience felt bad for Gary. The big pro came to the ring in a blue singlet in which he looked enormous. Gulping down his fear, Gary looked at his friends in the audience. He took some comfort in the sorry expressions on their faces.
The bell rang, and both wrestlers moved to the
middle of the ring. Gary was only five inches shorter than Lenny, but looked
like a kid next to the hulking heavyweight. Lenny extended a hand for Gary to shake.
After a minute of hesitation, he did - and instantly wished he hadn't. Lenny
pulled Gary forward and shoulder blocked him, sending the lightweight to one
knee on the mat. Lenny pulled Gary into a headlock and cranked it on, grinding
the rookie's head into his side. Gary tried to get free, pulling and twisting
and beating at Lenny, but the big man had him tight. Finally, Gary managed to shove
the heavy, pushing Lenny into the ropes. Gary tried to dropkick Lenny, but the
heavy held onto the ropes and Gary connected with nothing but the mat. Bouncing
off the ropes, Lenny slammed an elbow down on Gary's side. The lightweight
rolled to his back, twisting. He saw Lenny hit the ropes for something else and
heaved himself out of the way, moving just in time to avoid a leg drop aimed at
his head. Gary got to his feet and neck snapped Lenny, sending the audience
into hysterics. Lenny's head whipped forward and then slammed back to the mat.
Gary leapt on and tried to hook a leg, but Lenny easily threw him off at two.
The rookie got up, thinking fast how to wear this huge guy down. When Lenny got
to his knees, Gary drop kicked him in the back and he slammed back to the mat.
The rookie moved into hyperspeed, dropping a flurry
of elbows and legs across his big opponent. Lenny seemed little fazed by each blow,
but the continued flurry kept him down. After one last elbow off the second
turnbuckle, Gary rolled Lenny onto his back, took his ankles and tried to wrap
the pro's legs up in a figure-four. He got the hold all wrong, though, and
Lenny capitalized by driving his size 14 boot right into the lightweight's
crotch. Gary fell like a ton of bricks, rolling on the mat as Lenny got to his
feet. When Lenny had shaken his head clear, Gary was still on his back, holding
his nuts. "You wanted NHB," he said, as he pulled the rookie to his feet.
Gary shot a fist into Lenny's gut, but it had no effect. Then, as Lenny bent to
lift Gary for a slam, the jobber tried to go low, but missed. Lenny picked Gary
up and then powerslammed him to the mat. When the big man moved, Gary remained
on the mat, severely winded. Lenny now took Gary's ankles, and stomped down
again into the rookie's crotch. Then again, and again, and again. When Lenny let
Gary's ankles go, the collegian balled up, moaning as he rocked on the mat and
cradled his busted balls. Lenny worked the crowd "THIS is what he
wanted!" He splashed down onto the rookie who was still on his side.
Lenny leaned back on his knees and flattened the
jobber out on his back. He hooked a leg, and George counted. 1-2- just before
three, with a monumental effort, Gary got a shoulder up off the mat. Lenny got
up, pulled the rookie to his feet, and whipped him face-first into the corner.
Gary's chest slammed against the top turnbuckle and was then crushed against it
as Lenny followed with a full body block. The heavy stepped back and Gary
remained in the corner, hanging by his arms over the top rope. Lenny took hold
of the middle rope and began driving his shoulder into Gary's lower back over and
over again. As the ropes were legal, George didn't count, and Lenny kept
pounding the kid's back until he fell from the ropes to a heap on the mat in
the corner. The heavy grabbed a handful of Gary's singlet and used it to slide
him under the bottom rope. Then Lenny stepped on that rope, his weight driving
it down across Gary's windpipe. There Lenny remained, as Gary kicked and
flailed and tried in vain to breathe. When Lenny finally let up, Gary rolled to
his side and wheezed for breath.
The audience began chanting "Gary! Gary!
Gary!" but soon gave up when Lenny stepped out through the ropes and
dropped a leg across the rookie's face, which snapped his head back against the
apron. Lenny pulled Gary out to the floor and crotch lifted him. Then he slammed
the kid's back into the support poles. As George wasn't counting, Lenny took
his time. He yelled at the crowd as he cracked Gary's lower back across the
pole three, four, five times. When Lenny dropped Gary, he arched up on the
ground, holding his aching back. So, Lenny stepped over the boy and
butt-stomped his gut, flattening Gary out before flat-out vertical splashing
onto his chest. Lenny pulled the kid up again and drove his head into the steel
guard rail. Then he clamped one hand around the rookie's throat, and one onto
the poor guy's crotch, and gorilla pressed Gary over his head for a minute
before dropping him across the guard rail. Gary was helplessly dazed, winded
and hurt when Lenny pulled him back up off the floor and rolled him back into
the ring.
As Lenny climbed the stairs and stepped through the
ropes, Gary shocked everyone by starting to pull himself up. Again, the chant of
"GARY! GARY!" began as the rookie got first to his hands and knees,
and then grabbed the ropes to pull himself up further. Lenny saw this and
hurried a bit, moving in on the jobber and kicking him hard in the side. Gary
lost his grip and fell against the ropes. The heavy planted a foot on Gary's
throat and pressed him by it into the ropes. Again, Gary was choking and wheezing
under Lenny's girth until the heavy let up and pulled him to his feet. He
lifted the rookie again in a gorilla press above his head, and displayed him to
the audience before dropping him on the mat. Gary landed face-down and Lenny
splashed onto him. The heavy rolled Gary over and again hooked a leg for a pin.
AGAIN, after two, Gary got a shoulder up. Now Lenny was done. He looked out at
the audience and pulled his thumb across his throat. He pulled Gary back up to
his feet and whipped him into the ropes. When the rookie rebounded, Lenny
clamped a big hand around his neck and choke slammed him to the mat. Then he pulled
him up again, planted his head between his legs, and pedigreed him, planting
the jobber's forehead on the mat under Lenny's full girth. The big man rolled
Gary over and he was out. So, the final, off-the-ropes splash across Gary's
chest wasn't really needed for an easy 1-2-3 after fourteen minutes of action.
George lifted Lenny's arm in victory and then
roused Gary. Lenny lifted Gary's arm, and both retreated to the locker room.
Jake
vs. Phil
Jake had not been eager to come with Ian to JSWA,
though he had to be talked into wrestling. The short, blond wrestler had
insisted it would be fun. Still, Jake was nervous. He had never wrestled before,
at all. And he certainly didn't like having to take on a bigger, probably more
experienced guy. So, he chose to challenge Phil, whose stats seemed to promise
less pain than the heavies. Ian had teased him for the choice, but he was fine
with it. He thought Ian was insane. It was bad enough that the kid was
trash-talking Ty, who had been through so much last week. Jake thought it far
crazier to try and do better. Still, he thought, Ty was fine, I guess Ian will
be. And me too. With this in mind, as George announced him ("A lightweight,
at 165 pounds, JAKE!"), Jake walked to the ring. It felt strange to be in
front of so many people, in just the tight little singlet he had been given.
Next, George introduced his opponent. "And
from the cruiserweight division, weighing in at 193 pounds, PHIL!"
Everyone applauded Phil as he came to the ring. He had challenged Ty, but
Dozer, an experienced pro, was already taking on the intrepid lightweight. Then
he had received a challenge from Jake, and accepted. He'd work his way to Ty if
he had to. The bell rang, and the wrestlers met at the center of the ring. They
shook hands, and began to circle, feeling each other out. This looked to be one
of the most competitive matches of the night, given the mere thirty-pound weight
disadvantage. Yet Phil would prove he had quite the heel streak. As they moved
in to lock up, the cruiser faked Jake out with a grab at his legs, and then
slammed a forearm into the lightweight's face. Jake stumbled back to the ropes,
and Phil followed, grabbing an arm and whipping him across the ring. Jake hit
the opposite ropes and bounced back toward an attempted clothesline, which he
ducked. He bounced off the ropes again, and ran right into a double-fist blow to
his gut. Jake flipped over and landed hard on his back on the mat.
Phil lifted an elbow, but before he could drop it
on the rookie's chest, Jake had rolled away. As Phil nursed his hurt side and
elbow, Jake got to his feet and waited, keeping himself carefully behind Phil.
When the cruiser turned to face him, Jake took off, and clotheslined Phil to
the mat. The audience cheered as Jake hit the ropes and then nailed Phil with
an elbow to the chest. As he got up for another, though, the cruiser rolled to
the ropes. George made Jake stay back while Phil got to his feet. Again, they
squared off, circling in the ring. This time, when they went to lock up, Phil surprised
the lightweight with a hard, fast fist to his gut. Jake doubled over and Phil
moved fast, swinging a leg up over the kid's head and then driving it to the
mat. Phil got up and Jake rolled over onto his back, dazed. Phil grabbed Jake's
ankles, stepped through his legs and turned him over into a sharpshooter. The
haze evaporated as pain shot through Jake's legs and back. He looked around and
his stomach sank when he saw he was in the middle of the ring. Nonetheless, he
tried to crawl, pulling himself with all his might toward the ropes. Very
slowly, he began dragging Phil back toward the ropes. Before the lightweight
could get there, though, Phil released the hold. He pulled Jake to his feet and
then snap- clotheslined him back to the mat.
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