[As requested, here are more of the JSWA matches.]
Event 3
JSWA
Event 3
The
Wrestlers (in order of matches):
Lightweights –
Jake
- 18, 5'-11", 157 lbs.
Lance - 18, 5'-7", 139 lbs.
Ian
- 18, 5'-5", 153 lbs. Gary
- 20, 5'-11", 172 lbs.
Luke
- 19, 6'-1", 146 lbs. Tyler
- 18, 5'-8", 142 lbs.
Cody
- 19, 6', 168 lbs. Rory
- 19, 5'7", 179 lbs.
Kyle
- 18, 5'-7", 148 lbs. Benji
- 18, 5'-6", 135 lbs.
Cruiserweights -
Jason
- 21, 6', 236 lbs. "Dirty"
Harry - 29, 6', 247 lbs.
Dane
- 22, 6'-1", 204 lbs. Bruno
- 24, 6'-2", 198 lbs.
LJ
- 24, 6'-5", 245 lbs.
Heavyweights -
John
"Power" Haus - 33, 5'-11", 309 lbs. "Buff" Biff - 28, 6'-3", 261 lbs.
Tyrone
"the Stone" - 26, 6'-2", 268 lbs. "BAM" Whitman - 22, 6'-1", 257 lbs.
"Gorgeous"
George - 29, 5'-10", 343 lbs. Chris
"the Crush" - 28, 6'-1", 358 lbs.
"Major
Squash" - 28, 6', 659 lbs.
JSWA Event 3 Matches:
Match 1 - Three "J" Three-Way LW Jake vs. CW Jason
vs. HW John "Power" Haus
Match
2 - Debut "Rookie Raw Deal" LW Lance vs. CW "Dirty" Harry,
with spec. ref Tyrone "the Stone"
Match 4 - Three Team Three-Way: LWs Gary & Luke vs. CWs
Bruno & LJ vs. HWs Biff & Tyrone
Match 5 - LW Tyler vs. HW "BAM" Whitman
Match
6 - "Three Jobbers and a Heel" LWs Kyle, Cody and Rory vs. HW Chris
"the Crush"
Match 7 - George vs. BAM and Harry
Match 8 - Pounding Submission Challenge LW Benji vs. HW "Major Squash"
-Prologue -
George couldn't have been happier. He'd already sold a
hundred tickets to JSWA's third event in Owings Mills, and it was still three
days away. This might work, he thought. The heavies loved it. And, though he
hadn't guessed it, the local college boys seemed to be way into proving how
tough they were through it.
Most feds have a smaller 2nd show than first, from what
he knew, so George was thrilled to be past that. He wanted to celebrate. As he
thought about the wrestlers he knew were coming, he decided to try and have at
least several matches in threes. That would be cool, he thought.
He worried, though, about some of the non-match nonsense.
He laughed to himself, thinking, geez - that crap started on the first night.
George didn't really know how he felt about it. He felt bad for the little
guys, but the possibility of post-match beat-downs was right in their liability
form. They all signed anyway. And they came back.
Maybe it wasn't so bad. Without anything fake, or any
storylines from him, there was drama in the JSWA, even some storylines. The
audience liked it. Eventually, though - he reasoned - the little guys need to
best their nemeses. People would get tired of constant, unending squashes.
Maybe.
What bothered George most was that every heavyweight
other than him seemed thrilled about ripping the little guys apart. George was
all about that - within a match. Before or after the bell, he sort of
considered fighting personal. And he didn't want his wrestlers to actually hate
each other. He'd see how Night 3 went, and then figure out if he needed to
intervene.
Event 3 Match 1
Match 1 - Three "J" Three-Way LW Jake vs. CW Jason
vs. HW John "Power" Haus
A few minutes after eight, when it seemed the crowd was
mostly in and settled, George walked out to the ring, wearing his big blue
overalls, as always, looking like a fat farmer. He was very pleased with the
attendance, as there seemed to be nearly twice as many here as two weeks
before. He had doubled the seating anyway, and it looked as full as last time
or more. The founder of JSWA smiled as he took the mike and motioned for the
crowd to settle down.
"Good evening, y'all. It's great to see so many back
for more jobber squashing action, and so many new faces each week, here to
check out the JSWA. This is the third event for the Jobber Squash Wrestling
Alliance. Tapes of our last two events are for sale over there. A tape of
tonight's event will be available in two weeks. Please, get settled. And, after
last week, I should warn front-row spectators - if the action spills to the
floor, be on guard and ready to move.
"Our first match tonight is a first in JSWA, a
three-way featuring one wrestler from each weight class. The winner of the
match, set for up to an hour, will be the first wrestler to score a fall from
either of the others. He will get the appropriate ring time for both opponents.
Now, please welcome the brave lightweight in this match, a freshman from
Central MD U, weighing in at 157 pounds, JAKE!" Jake came down to the ring
in a white singlet George had provided (with a warning that, unless he wanted
to keep wearing white and be super- jobber, he should remember his own gear).
The audience welcomed him warmly, and he began to stretch in the ring as George
continued.
"The cruiserweight in this one-hour time limit
match, a junior from the same college, weighing in at 236 pounds and here for
the first time, JASON!" The beefy collegian came to the ring in a blue
singlet, to moderate applause, and he and Jake began to commiserate as George
called the heavyweight to the ring.
"Their opponent, other than each other, in this
match, a powerful pro from Baltimore, weighing in at 309 pounds, please
welcome, John "POWER" HAUS!!"
The big pro came to ring in black singlet and sneakers,
muscles bulging seemingly everywhere. Jake was glad he and Jason had decided to
try and cooperate, for Haus looked not only big, but very strong and very mean.
He and Jason each settled into a different corner, giving the heavyweight a
wide berth as he posed for the crowd. Haus was frightening enough on his own,
but he terrified Jake with a run at him and a terrifying growl. Jake melted
into the corner, and had to hold himself up on the ropes after Haus turned back
to the audience for a bit of gloating about the scare. Then, as George checked
Jake and told him it'd be fine, Haus walked over to Jason. The big man got right
in the curly-haired cruiserweight's face and demanded, "we're gonna pound
that little jobber, and then I'm gonna pin him. Got it?" Utterly
intimidated right then, Jason said, "yeah, sure, sounds good."
The bell rang and Power Haus turned back toward the
lightweight. Jake stepped forward, heart sinking as he watched Jason move
around him with Haus, but determined not to be a jobber about it. They soon had
Jake backed into a corner, and then both ran at him. Jake dove between them,
leaving Haus to slam into the turnbuckles and Jason to slam into him. Jake
scrambled to his feet, while the cruiserweight staggered back, and Haus leaned
in the corner. The lightweight attempted to spear Jason, but the cruiser
side-stepped it, and Jake ran head-first into Haus's chest. The meaty wrestler
slammed his arm down across Jake's back, dropping the teen to his knees, and
then pulled him back up and spun him into the corner. Jason was hovering behind
the heavy, and Haus demanded, "you gonna help me?"
Jason said nothing for a moment, and then, as Haus bent
to deliver a few shoulders into Jake's gut, the cruiser acted, "no,"
by pounding a double-axe handle down on the big man's back. Haus kept his feet,
but fell into Jake, who grunted but lifted his arms high and delivered his own
double-axe handle. For a moment, both teens pounded the heavy, and he finally
fell to a knee. Then, as Jason grabbed the back of Haus's singlet to pull him
back, the big man lashed back, nailing Jason in the gut with a powerful elbow.
The cruiser doubled over and stumbled back, while Haus grabbed the middle rope
again and plowed his shoulder into Jake three times. Then he left the
lightweight hanging in the ropes and steamrolled toward Jason. Jason tried to
punch him as he approached, but Haus blocked and doubled the cruiserweight back
up with his own huge fist to the gut.
Haus pulled Jason back upright with a handful of his
curly hair, and drove the collegian into the opposite corner from Jake, there
slamming his face into the turnbuckle three times. The heavy grabbed a wrist
and tried to Irish whip Jason across the ring into Jake. Jason reversed,
however, and Jake moved out of the way, so Haus's back slammed into the
turnbuckles and he bounced back out and fell to his knees. Jake and Jason
approached together, and the heavy backed up, put his hands up, and asked for
mercy. Jason hesitated, and Haus planted a fist in Jake's crotch, sending the
lightweight rolling to the floor. Then, as Jason moved in, the big man dove,
spearing him to the mat. Haus pulled Jason right back up and threw him in the
ropes. The cruiser ducked a clothesline but couldn't escape a spinning high
kick, which had the same effect, but harder. Jason's head smacked the mat, and
he rolled to his side, but Haus pressed him down on his back with a simple
cover. George dropped and started to count, but Jason kicked out at two.
Haus got up and stomped the big jobber in the head twice
before grabbing the hair again and pulling Jason up. He grabbed the cruiser
around his chest, squeezed him for a second and then flipped over, slamming
Jason to the mat with a suplex. Outside, Jake had got to his feet and began
cautiously climbing onto the apron by a corner, and then up onto the
turnbuckles. Haus didn't notice, as after getting up, he quickly pulled Jason
back to his feet, crotch lifted him and slammed him. Again, Haus pulled Jason
right up and into position for another bodyslam. But then Jake jumped, throwing
himself onto Jason. Yet Haus did not fall. He held onto Jason and, when Jake
fell to the mat, powerslammed the beefy cruiser onto the teen. The big man got
up and gloated for the crowd, pointing his pile of destruction as Jason
groggily rolled off of a very dazed Jake. Then Haus again grabbed Jason by the
hair and threw him in a corner. The big man charged and pounded his shoulder
into Jason's chest. Then he grabbed the hair again, and got right in the
collegian's face, screaming, "NOW - You HELP ME, or YOU SUBMIT TO
ME," he paused for a breath, and moved closer to Jason's ear, whispering
"after I incapacitate him."
Jason didn't know what to do, and didn't respond. So,
Haus walked out to Jake, just sitting up on his ankles, and yanked the teen to
his feet with a fistful of singlet. He maneuvered the lightweight into a
viciously tight full nelson, and walked him toward the corner where Jason still
rested against the turnbuckles, where he presented the lightweight to Jason.
Jason looked at Jake, small and by-the-rules in that damn white singlet, and
felt bad. Then he looked at Haus, and the expression of utter fun on his face,
and the demand in his eyes, won Jason. He braced himself on the top rope and
double-kicked Jake in the gut, hard enough to knock Haus back a few feet. The
big man smiled and basically roared, as he swung the jobber's body up and then
smacked his back down on the mat. Jake bounced on the mat and then rolled over
from the force before curling up to stretch his back out. It was Jason who
pulled the lightweight to his feet by one of his singlet shoulder straps.
Together, he and Haus backed Jake into the ropes and sent
him flying across the ring. The teen had the wits to grab the opposite ropes
and hold on, but Haus was a seasoned heel, and charged him, clotheslining Jake
across the throat and sending him out to the floor below. The heavy ordered
Jason to get him back in the ring, which he did, while Haus strutted and posed
more for the audience. Jake's head had hit the metal railing when he fell, but
all Jason did was apologize as he rolled the lightweight back in at Haus's
feet. The heavy stomped Jake's head over and over, until Jason had rejoined
them in the ring. Then he directed the cruiser to get Jake up on his shoulders.
So, Jason pulled the teen to his feet, put his head behind Jake's legs and
lifted him up, while Haus climbed the turnbuckles. Jason brought Jake to face
the heavy, who leapt, slamming into Jake with a lateral press and splashing him
down onto the mat as Jason fell back. Haus grabbed a leg and curled Jake way
up, laying across the jobbed kid's face in utter dominance as Jason got up and
George counted, 1-2-3. "Power" Haus had got his was in just fourteen
minutes. As he returned triumphantly to the locker room, Jason helped Jake to
his feet.
Once standing, a pissed-off Jake lunged at Jason, attempting
to take him down. Jason turned, though, and landed on the lightweight again.
Now, he pulled Jake up by his singlet and slammed a knee into his gut. The teen
doubled over and Jason planted his head between his legs. Then he lifted him,
planted his head on the mat with a piledriver and left him dazed, spread-eagled
on the mat in his jobber white. George helped him back up and sent him back to
the locker room.
Thank you.
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