A Partnerships Demise

 

A Partnership's Demise:

Tim vs Choirboy

By

The Mangler

Tim and Choirboy had reluctantly joined up to become a tag team.  Choirboy was convinced that he could bring Tim, usually a good guy, around to his style of wrestling –cheating and doing anything necessary to win.  Choirboy had been wrong and the animosity between the former tag team partners had been intensifying for some time and had finally reached the breaking point.  The two decided to settle the matter in the only way they knew– in the Arena wrestling ring.  It was decided that this would be a “normal” Arena match i.e., standard rules.

Tim, 6' 1" and 215 pounds, had started as a ref in the Arena and continued to do on occasion.  Due to some abuse from some of the wrestlers, he had moved into the wrestling side as well at first to extract some revenge.   He had some dark moments, but was essentially a good guy and refused to move away from that.  His partner known as the Choirboy, 5’11” and 185, appeared to be a face with angelic features, but actually, he was the devil in disguise.  To him, the only thing was winning, no matter the tactics or the cost.  It was inevitable that tonight was going to happen sooner or later.

Frederik vs Ash

 [This is a prequel story.  It takes place between Theo’s Debut and The Gould Twins Take Control]

Frederik vs Ash

By

The Mangler

Ash exited the ring and walked toward the dressing room.  He got some applause from the audience because they appreciated that when he reffed a match he was fair, but not a stickler for every little rule violation. 

As soon as he walked into the ref’s dressing room he was verbally assaulted by Frederik with “And what the fuck do you call that?”

“Call what,” was the response even though Ash knew what was coming.

“Whatever the hell it was you were doing in the ring.”

“Oh, you mean refereeing?  I can see how you wouldn’t understand that as you can’t do it worth a shit.”

Frederik stepped forward and pushed Ash against the set of steel lockers.

JSWA Event 3, Match 3

 [Another in the JSWA series.  Again, I did not write these.]

Event 3 Match 3

 LW Ian vs. CW Dane

Ian had challenged the middleweight straightaway, planning to heel up in order to save face after his brutal beat-down by Lenny and George at the previous event. Dane accepted cheerfully, planning to have a match in which he didn't get assaulted by numerous opponents not even in the match. Yet the short blond lightweight had other thoughts about interference. Harry came back to the locker room area, flanked by Tyrone. The lightweight approached, and Harry seemed more than interested in helping him out. Besides, it was always fun to beat on Dane, that jobbers-are-people prat.

As Ian walked to the ring when George announced him at 153 pounds, Harry flattened himself against the wall by the door out of the cruiserweight locker room. Tyrone waited, too, on the other side of the door. As George began to announce the cruiser, at 204 pounds, they heard Dane get up and move toward them. In unison, as the red-singleted wrestler stepped over the threshold, both Harry and Tyrone kneed him in the gut. Dane doubled over, and Harry fluidly grabbed his head and piledrove him to the bare concrete floor. Then Tyrone pulled Dane up and whipped him across the hallway into the cinderblock wall. Harry collided a second later with an elbow across his face. Wobbly and dazed, Dane emerged as George called him out a second time, and staggered toward the ring. As he got close, though, Harry shot from the back and plowed into him, smashing Dane head-first into the corner support pole. Then he rolled the cruiserweight job boy in the ring and went back to the locker rooms.

In the ring, George knelt down by Dane. "You still want to have this match, man?"

Dane, never put off by odds increasing against him, said, "yeah sure," and braced himself on the ropes after George helped him up. The bell rang, and as the wrestlers went to lock up, Ian cut Dane short with a kick up into his gut. The cruiser doubled over, and Ian pulled him into a grinding headlock. The lightweight held it until Dane backed him into the ropes and pushed him off toward the opposite ropes. Ian ran off and came back with a slide between Dane's legs as the cruiser tried a clothesline. Dane turned, still dazed and slow, too late to see or avoid a perfect standing dropkick by Ian, which landed the cruiser on his back. Ian was all over him, with a follow-up elbow drop and a series of stomps. Dane sat up and tried to get up, but Ian bounced off the ropes and drop-kicked the wrestler's back, sending him stretching forward and then whipping back to the mat. Ian was on him again, holding his right leg up by its ankle and butt-stomping the cruiser's knee several times. Dane groaned and finally just pulled away with sheer strength. Still, his knee already hurt. The big teen rolled, and finally, George called for a break when he found the ropes. Ian waited right there, though, and as soon as Dane indicated he was ready, the would-be lightweight heel stomped him in the same knee, taking him down to it. Then Ian leveled Dane and impressed most of the audience with a roundhouse kick across the cruiser's face as he was still on one knee.

Dane spun around and fell into the ropes, where Ian choked him for a minute before George made the kid relent. Slowly but surely, and certainly favoring his right knee, Dane pulled himself up. This time, he was ready when Ian came after him and flattened the teen to the mat with a clothesline. But Dane could barely put pressure on his right knee, and by the time he got to Ian, the lightweight had sprung back up, hit the ropes, and was flying at him with a side body block. Dane fell back with Ian on top of him, and George counted 1 - 2 - before the cruiser pushed Ian off. Not deterred, the lightweight went right back to the right leg, twisting it until Dane had to roll onto his stomach, and then bending it up behind the cruiser. Ian also grabbed Dane's left wrist and pulled him back by his arm, stretching him back and holding him in place while painfully bending his leg, wedging Dane's own heel in his butt. The cruiser moaned in pain, but refused several offers of submission from George, with Ian leaning harder on his leg and pulling his arm further after each one. Finally, the lightweight let him go.

Dane couldn't believe this. DAMN that Harry! The cruiser focused, trying to ignore his leg and clear his head as Ian pulled him up to his knees. He left Dane sitting back on his ankles, hit the ropes, and rebounded with a dropkick right to the cruiser's chin. Try as he was, Dane wasn't catching any breaks. He snapped back to the mat and lay wide open for the teen to climb the ropes and plant an elbow in Dane's gut. The cruiser doubled up on the mat and was soon back on his feet and hurtling into a corner, where Ian propped him against the turnbuckles and unleashed a brutal series of rope-supported gut stomps. Soon the cruiser had sunk to the mat in the corner. Ian pulled Dane back standing and mounted the second rope right before him. The lightweight slammed Dane's face in his crotch once, just to show the audience his dominance, and then grabbed Dane's hair and began pounding his head.

The cruiser soaked up eight blows to his head before he'd had enough. Adrenaline surging through him, Dane grabbed Ian around his legs, ran forward, and plowed the lightweight to the mat. Then he waited and flipped Ian over with a vicious clothesline when he got up. Another followed, and then Dane Irish whipped Ian into the corner. Dane followed, swatting away a kick and plowing a shoulder- block into Ian. The cruiser then climbed the ropes and pounded Ian's head eight times. When the red-clad wrestler moved, Ian was dazed hard in the corner. Dane pulled him into a headlock and suplexed him to the mat. Then Dane went to the top rope. He measured his shot but waited too long. Ian, lying on the mat, saw Dane preparing to jump and rolled fast out of the cruiser's way. Dane, attempting a leaping people's elbow, got a side full of canvas, and rolled to his back. George began counting both wrestlers out.

Ian rolled to the ropes and got to his knees, ending the count at 6. As Dane got to his hands and knees, the lightweight ran at him, punting the cruiser in his gut. Dane fell to his side, and Ian pulled him to his feet. The cruiser was backed into the ropes and Irish whipped across the ring. Dane ducked a clothesline, and then another, but Ian nailed him the third time 'round with a flying shoulder block to the chest that sent Dane into the ropes. Ian approached and used the middle rope to drive a shoulder into the cruiser's gut. Then he head-locked Dane and piledrove him to the mat. As George dropped to count, Ian hooked Dane's leg and covered for 1 - 2 - just before 3, Dane threw the kid off him again. Ian got right up and stomped his opponent in the head twice before leaving him lying by a corner. Ian climbed the ropes and leaped, frog-splashing onto Dane full-force and hooking his leg again. Again, though, George only got to two. So, Ian sat Dane up, plowed a knee into his back, and pulled the cruiser's wrists back, bending Dane's shoulders painfully around his knee.

The cruiser moaned and groaned in the hold, and George was right there asking for a submission. But Dane was resolute and finally managed to twist an arm free and break the hold. Ian was even more resolute, though, and stayed right on top of Dane with an elbow to the top of his head. As Dane lay dazed on his back, Ian picked up his ankles and dropped a leg between his legs, nailing the cruiser's gut and crotch. Then, holding the ankles still, Ian turned him over into Crab. Again, George was there and ready to take Dane's submission. But, after three minutes, he would not give in and Ian gave up. He got up and climbed the ropes, waiting for Dane to get to his hands and knees before leaping with a leg drop across the back of the cruiser's neck, slamming his head to the mat. Ian pulled Dane up again after this and planted the bigger blond wrestler's head between his legs. Then he piledrove him. A cover finally elicited a full 1-2-3, with Dane kicking out just barely too late, and Ian raised his arms in victory with a foot planted on Dane's chest. The cruiser couldn't believe he'd lost to Ian. No wonder everyone thought him a jobber. As Dane lay dazed and defeated on the mat, Harry emerged again from the back, with Major Squash in tow.

They joined Ian in the ring, where Harry and the lightweight shook hands for a moment before Harry pulled Ian into a headlock and DDTed him to the mat. Ian lolled on the canvas, rolling into a corner, while Harry and MS took over on Dane. The cruiser had just got to his hands and knees again when MS dropped to a knee and brought his arm down massively across Dane's back. The collegian collapsed back to the mat, and Harry dropped a knee to the back of his head. Dane's hands flew to the spot as he rolled in pain on the mat. Trapped between them, though, Dane could not roll away from the huge pro as he jumped and slammed his huge gut down onto him. When the Major moved, Dane was severely winded. Harry pulled the cruiser up to his knees and rubbed Dane's face in his crotch. The beaten cruiser wanted none of that, though, and pulled back a bit before head-butting Harry in his groin. Unfortunately, even as Harry fell back, MS was right behind Dane and slammed an elbow down on his shoulder. The cruiser fell back, sitting on his ankles, and the superheavy walked around to face him. Taking a handful of Dane's hair, the huge pro pounded his forehead three times before backing up and kicking Dane in the chest, sending him back over his feet to the mat. Harry was still holding his balls but had slid out of the ring, grabbed a chair, and slid back in. After adjusting his crotch in his singlet, Harry took the chair to where Dane was pulling himself up on the ropes and smacked the steel across his back. Dane collapsed into the ropes, hanging over the middle one, defenseless against three more chair shots that left his back bright red. Then MS stepped over Dane's head and shoulders, straddling the jobber and choking him on the ropes. Held there by his neck, Dane was easily pulled up by his ankles by Harry, who proceeded to stomp the poor cruiser's balls over and over until George - finally fed up - demanded that they at least stop choking Dane.

Harry let him go and grabbed the chair again, as MS got off of the hapless jobber. Soon as the monster had moved, Harry brought the chair down on Dane's head, knocking him flat on the mat. Harry didn't stop, though. He brought the chair down on Dane's body five more times until it was so bent up it was hard to handle. Then Harry and MS dragged Dane head-first into a corner, and the massive pro climbed the ropes. Bouncing on the second rope, he got up huge momentum before jumping and crashing his 650 pounds down onto Dane's chest. The audience was furious, and Dane utterly squashed as MS got up and stepped up on the ropes again. Again, he bounced, jumped, and splashed, his ass slamming again onto the cruiserweight's chest. By now, the audience and George were both furious and protesting. As the massive heel got up and prepared to bury Dane under a third vertical splash, George decided that had been enough. He surprised Harry with a DDT and pulled Dane out from under MS, whose ass slammed onto a bare mat instead. Both heels fought with George, but he insisted that was more than enough punishment for Dane right now, and made them leave the ring before helping Dane up and sending him back, and grabbing the mike to announce the next match.

Walking back to the locker rooms alone, Dane felt totally winded, his chest aching from the enormous splashes. Then, when he was mere feet away from the door to the cruiser locker room, Harry and BAM shot out of it, double-clotheslining him to the floor. MS appeared instantly, saying, "I want my third." Then, as Harry and BAM rolled Dane over into a double-Boston crab, one bending each of his legs back, MS stepped over Dane's back and jumped up a bit before plowing his ass down on the jobber's upper back and the back of his head. Satisfied now, they left the destroyed cruiserweight lying face-down in the hallway that led to the locker rooms, where the wrestlers for the next match would have to step over him.

 

Spike-Patriot vs B&B

 

[Spike and Patriot are from the Campground and B&B are regulars in the Redneck Arena.]

Spike & Patriot vs B&B

By

The Mangler

"And now entering our ring for the first time in six months, we have B&B, Brad, and Barry, also known as Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb."

The cage door opened and the twins walked into the alleyway leading down to the ring both displaying double middle fingers to the announcer, who just blew a kiss and finger waved back.  They stood at 5’8” and 160 pounds of thin hard muscle. Today they were dressed in dark red wrestling singlets with “Anarchy Rules” spelled across them in flaming letters.  They also wore black knee pads and wrestling boots.

This was their first appearance back in the Redneck Arena after their suspension for the actions against Taylor, the ref (see B vs B).  During that time, they had spent more time in the gym and had put on 10 pounds of muscle.  While they had not been wrestling in the Arena, they had been wrestling in other leagues to keep in practice.  However, they had not enjoyed it as much due to the lack of opportunity for mischief and mayhem like in the Arena.

As they sauntered down toward the ring, they oozed cockiness and arrogance.  They stopped at the point the entryway entered into the fenced area 6 feet around the ring.  They both went into double bicep poses to much cheers and applause from the audience.

Wiley vs The Executioner

 

Wiley vs The Executioner

By

The Mangler

The buzz in the crowd was increasing in intensity.  All the preliminary bouts had finished and the main event was coming up.  Tonight’s match was the culmination of the Heel Faction’s campaign against the faces in the UWA.  With the Heel’s decisive victory over Marshall (twice), the Faces were being demoralized not to mention destroyed in matches usually by illegal moves and double and even triple teaming.

Wiley, the agreed leader of the faces, had issued a final challenge to The Executioner, the leader of the Heel Faction.  Wiley knew he should feel some guilt about what happened with Marshall, but didn’t.  Marshall had felled in the job he was hired to do, though through no fault of his own other than not being tough enough.

Once again the larger arena was sold out and the crowd was getting impatient as the lights flickered to signal the beginning of the match, and the introductions began.

Wrestledaddy vs BJ

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Payton vs Marauder (#1)

[Fallout from B&B vs the Marauders]

Payton vs The Marauder (#1)

By

The Mangler

With B&B out on suspension, (see B vs B) Payton felt this would be the perfect time to start getting his revenge.  Since B&B couldn’t be in the ring or the locker room, the Marauder #1 would not have them as backup.  This would give Payton the perfect opportunity to extract some revenge by beating the shit out of him.

Payton was Payton Harding William the IV, the son of the high society Williams family and also a former actor.  He had wrestled as a masked wrestler known as the Marauder #2 along with his partner the Marauder #1.  However, his identity had become known after a match with B&B in which he was also stripped naked (for which he earned the nickname Horsedick).  The fallout of exposing his identity had been tremendous.  He had been disowned by his family and released from his TV show.  He had a very substantial trust fund so was in no danger financially.  While initially he was very upset, he decided that maybe all that was a good thing.  Now he was free to do what he wanted and what he wanted was revenge.  He could always buy himself back into society if that is what he desired. 

Happy Birthday To Me

 

Happy Birthday

to

Me!!

In order to celebrate my birthday, I have created the following wrestling card (imaginary unfortunately)

The Gould Brothers Take Charge (2)

 

 [Part 1 can be found here:  The Gould Brothers Take Charge 1]

The Gould Brothers Take Charge 2:

Marshall & Theo Gould vs The Executioner & Adam

By

The Mangler

As soon as Marshall dropped to the ring floor and began his roll, Adam, realizing what was about to happen, turned and grabbed Ash by the front of his ref’s jersey and whipped him around so that his back was towards Theo and Marshall as they made their tag.

Theo leaped over the top rope to enter the ring just as Adam, once again, turned the ref around to see Theo leaping over the top rope, fists ready, and Marshall laying on his back with his head near the turnbuckle.

Ash rushed to step in front of Theo screaming, “Out of the ring.”

“What?? What?? We made a tag,” Theo protested.

“I didn’t see or hear a tag, so out of the ring.”

“Goddamn it, you fucking stupid idiot.  We made a tag.  This is the second time your worthless ass didn’t see it,” Theo screamed as he tried to get around the ref.  Ash was having none of it and kept pushing and grabbing to keep Theo out of the action.

The Gould Brothers Take Charge

 [Added a picture of the Gould brothers just to give you a visual of the brothers]

[This is the third in a series following Marshall's Revenge and Theo's Debut.]

The Gould Brothers Take Charge 1:

Marshall & Theo Gould vs The Executioner & Adam

By

The Mangler

Marshall stepped out of the shower following his run, looked in the mirror, and really liked what he saw.  He was handsome, shredded, and intelligent.  Because of his defeat by the executioner and the machinations of his brother,  he was still having to work at the wrestling gym as an "assistant" (wrestling dummy) but he had actually started to become part of the team and not just a body to be abused.  He was just slipping on his boxer briefs when the doorbell rang.  Expecting his Door Dash breakfast delivery, he walked out to the entryway still in just his briefs.  He always enjoyed others admiring his perfect body so he opened the door.

“No! You’ve got a fucking lot of nerve. Go the fuck out of here,” he said as he tried to slam the door.

A booted foot stuck itself across the threshold to prevent the door from fully closing.

 “Look, I know you don’t want to see me but I am here and we need to talk.  Please.”  The interloper adopted a lost puppy look.

Marshall desperately wanted to say no but the pleading look on his brother's face won out and he opened the door and waved Theo in.  Theo always seemed to know how to get to Marshall. Theo was wearing tight-fitting clothing to also show off his muscles.