Event 3 Match 2

 

Event 3 Match 2

Debut "Rookie Raw Deal" LW Lance vs. CW "Dirty" Harry, with spec. ref Tyrone "the Stone"

When he got to the JSWA gym with Tyler and Benji, Lance had to wait as they set up a match for themselves, as BAM had demanded his shot at Ty. The blond frosh whispered to Benji, "can't I be in a match with one of you guys?"

"Based on who we're facing, you won't want to be," was Benji's reply.

Then, after Ty and Benji had signed the match contract and release of liability for JSWA, George turned to Lance. "And you want a match, too, do you?"

"Yeah, but I don't want anything too. Uh," Lance stopped. He looked back at Tyler and Benji, and then said, "never mind," turning back to George resolute. "Give me any match you want."

George smiled skeptically, "you're sure about that. Cause, there's this new special match I've been thinking about for first-night rookies... but I was waiting to do it with someone... bigger."

Lance hesitated again, but said, "no, the special match for rookies sounds good. I'm a rookie, after all."

George smiled and walked back around his desk. "All right, then, let's do this first. You know this stuff is real, right, these guys told you it hurts, the big guys don't hold back much."

"Oh, yeah, they told me," Lance sounded nervous, but newly excited. He wanted a match tale to tell, even if he had to lose in some squash job.

Passing some forms across his desk, George indicated several places for the freshman to sign, and then said, "all right. You're in the first 'Rookie Raw Deal.'" He pulled a die out of the desk. "Roll that. One is easiest, three and up, you get a raw deal.... Four... alright. You face a single cruiserweight, but with a heavyweight of his choosing as a guest referee."

Lance, Ty and Benji all kinda gasped a bit. Tyler said, "how is the cruiser chosen?"

"Also random," George replied. "Roll again..... three.... that's Bruno, Dane, Harry. You'll face Harry. He'll be happy, but don't you worry, he's just a lot of nasty show."

Lance looked back at his friends, and by their faces, knew he should worry.

As Jake staggered through the locker room doors, George took the mike.

 "Well fought, Jake... maybe next time. Our second match is the first in a special series for our newest rookies. Tonight, a lightweight here for the first time, has taken a chance in the 'Rookie Raw Deal.' By the roll of a die, his match type and opponent were decided. He will face a cruiserweight tonight, but the match will be refereed by a heavyweight of the cruiser's choosing. Introducing first, our lightweight and quite light at 139 pounds, LANCE!!" As Lance came to the ring, George shook his head; the teen had brough his own singlet - his own, white singlet. Lance was bolstered by the crowd's applause, and slid right into the ring and waited for whatever was coming.

"And his opponent, a nasty cruiser who is creeping closer to heavyweight status, at 247 pounds, 'Dirty' HARRY!" The heel came out in his short-legged black singlet, and presented his armpit to the audience on his way to the ring. Once Harry was inside, George went on, "now, Harry, you know you have a decision to make. The special guest ref in this match will be...."

Harry took the mike, and looked fiercely at Lance as he bellowed, "TYRONE, the STONE!"

The audience cheered as the popular heavyweight bodybuilder came to the ring, though none failed to notice that he wore the same black singlet as Harry, just with his shoulder straps down around his hips. Lance fought back his fear, and forced himself to hope that Ty would be a little bit fair. George got out of the ring as Tyrone slid in and went to talk to Harry and check him for foreign objects. Then he went to Lance, and shoved the kid up against the turnbuckles before harshly frisking him and less than accidentally thwacking his nuts. Lance walked it off as the bell rang and Harry moved to lock up. They did, collar-and-elbow, in the middle of the ring. Harry, with over a hundred pounds on the teen, easily powered Lance back into the ropes. Tyrone paid no mind, and Harry stayed on the boy, pressing him back over the ropes. Then, as the heavy started a count, Harry kneed Lance in the gut and hip tossed him to the mat. Harry held the arm and twisted it back into a painful armbar.

He leaned hard on Lance, pushing the boy down to the mat and making him moan in pain. Tyrone asked for no submission, though, and soon enough Harry slammed his knee into the kid's back before letting him go. A moment later, the heel pulled Lance back to his feet and into a headlock. Lance fought back, though, driving an elbow into Harry's soft gut four times before pulling free and hitting the ropes. He rebounded with an attempted clothesline on Harry, but was met with a brutal double-clothesline by Harry and the "ref." Lance thought, 'sure I can win,' as he pulled himself to his knees before Harry yanked him the rest of the way by a handful of his blond hair. The heel pulled the kid's head back, and planted Lance's face in his armpit, clamping on a reverse headlock. There he held the lightweight and slammed his closed fist down into his gut. Lance dropped to his knees, and Harry pulled him off to the side and wrapped the teen's thin waist in a scissor on the mat. The heel could feel the heat of Lance's screams pulsing as he pulsed his legs down around the rookie's waist and lower back. He held the teen on the mat for a minute, cranking his head back and squeezing him mercilessly. Then, bored because he couldn't see Lance's face to get a submission, Tyrone stomped the lightweight in his chest.

Harry held on for another minute, during which the heavy planted a few more blows to Lance's chest, and one cruel potshot stomp to his nuts, all while Tyrone was taunting the audience. Finally, Harry let go and Lance breathed fresh air deeply for the first time since the hold began. As he sat up, Harry stomped the jobber in his back, and then pulled him roughly up with a handful of hair. He Irish whipped the boy into a corner and followed right behind him, giving Lance no time to avoid the running elbow to his head as Harry crushed him into the corner. The big cruiser moved, and Lance staggered out of the corner toward him, right into a vicious clothesline that left him laying on the bottom turnbuckle. Harry dashed across the ring and bolted back, leaping onto the jobber's chest and Bronco Busting him in the corner, pounding his ass and crotch down on the Lance's face as the audience booed. Then, moments after Harry got up, Tyrone jumped on, riding the jobber even more brutally than Harry had. After Tyrone moved, Harry dragged the teen by an ankle to the middle of the ring. Then he hit the ropes and rebounded with a knee-drop to the top of Lance's head.

The poor rookie rolled on the mat, holding his head, and didn't even see before the heavy dropped a leg across the back of his head, pounding his forehead to the mat. Harry pulled Lance up and he was utterly dazed. The heel and his ref had some fun pushing the lightweight back and forth between them for a moment. Then, as Harry held Lance up by a handful of the front of his singlet, both heels stretched their arms up and brought their elbows down on the kid's head. The jobber fell flat on his back, legs utterly giving out beneath him, and Harry dropped for a pin. Tyrone counted, but just before three, Harry yanked the rookie up for more. Then he pulled Lance back up and ran him by a handful of hair into a corner, where he bashed Lance's head into the turnbuckle four times - and then Lance stopped himself. Pumped with adrenaline, the rookie grabbed Harry's mess of hair and drove his head to the turnbuckle - once, twice.... five times before the big bodybuilder pounded an arm across Lance's back. The rookie fell into the corner, but Tyrone pulled him right back out and lifted the teen onto his shoulders, into a torture rack while Harry shook off his daze.

When he had cleared his head, the cruiser climbed to the second rope, and as Tyrone bent the jobber brutally down around his shoulders, Harry jumped and slammed an elbow into Lance's gut. Tyrone kept racking the boy, and all Harry could do was pound his gut and taunt him. "Do you submit? Do you?"

Everyone could see Lance's pain, as his every stomach and chest muscle were strained in high relief against the white singlet. "YES! I GIVE!" Lance screamed, but Tyrone kept racking him, bending him further and further, and Harry just laughed.

"TOO BAD he's not your opponent."

A minute later, the heavyweight "referee" let go of Lance's legs and pulled his head down, flopping the kid onto his stomach on the mat. Harry grabbed Lance's ankles and lifted him up. The kid tried to turn over and twist away, but Tyrone planted a foot down on his upper back. Harry held Lance's legs, holding him up, and then began kicking the jobber's gut, doing so five times before delivering a last, utterly unnecessary kick to the kid's groin. When he was done, Harry hit the ropes and brought his knee down on the back of Lance's head. Then, looking out at the audience, he drew a finger across his throat. He pulled the jobber to his feet and threw him in a corner, following with a flying armpit to the face- the Dirty one's Stink bomb. Then the nasty heel Irish whipped Lance across the ring and delivered another Stink bomb. He pulled Lance out of the corner, and both Harry and Tyrone double-DDT'd him. Finally, Harry covered the boy again and Tyrone began a count. 1 - 2 - just before three, Harry pulled the dishrag teen's head up yet again.

"I forgot," he called out to the audience, and pulled Lance up to his feet. The dirty heel turned the boy upside down and planted his face in the cruiser's crotch, clamping the boy's head between his legs. There he held Lance for almost a minute, bearhugging his thin waist and utterly suffocating him in his gross crotch. On Harry's cue, Tyrone joined in, adding his own crushing bearhug around the jobber and Harry, squashing the teen into his opponent. Then, after another minute, they dropped together, burying poor Lance under 500 pounds of tombstone piledriver. Harry laid the KO'd boy out and planted his ass on the jobber's face for his signature humiliating pin. Tyrone counted the pin, and then as Harry gloated for the crowd, he roused Lance. The lightweight came to, and the heavy helped him up - and into a cruel crucifix, holding the teen by his chin as his back dangled over Tyrone's back. Harry, of course, made it worse. He grabbed the boy's legs, and soon both big wrestlers were stretching the rookie, with Harry headbutting his crotch a few times for good measure. Finally pleased at their squash on Lance, after Tyrone dropped the jobber, Harry rubbed the boy's face in it once more before they returned to the locker room area.

Lance had lasted only twelve minutes before being pinned. After Harry and Tyrone were gone, Ty and Benji emerged from the changing area and helped Lance up and back to it. Both seemed strangely compelled to apologize to him repeatedly. Though dazed out of his mind, and though is gut hurt like hell, Lance told them, "aw shut up, that was fun... I had a match at least. I knew what I was getting into. Ow- but it was fun... you saw when I reversed on Harry and smashed his head? If the heavy weren't there, I could'a won... this is cool."