Event 3 Intro and Match 1

[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 3 - LW Ian vs. CW Dane

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.