In which Mikey gets pounced upon RyanCarrWeber

Mikey had watched the match between Elton and Ryan... and wondered at how long the middleweight had held his own. Given the predictability of most matches involving the new faction, however, he really had no interest in watching another middlweight do the job for the sadistic heavies. He was thrilled when Frank won, though, which he heard about while lifting weights in the small weightroom through the changing area. He wanted to watch the next match - to see if his division's title would maybe change hands from Kevin.

On his way down the short corridor which led from the changing area to the main section of the building where the ring was set up, he stopped to read something on the bulletin board, a note from the Chair about increased penalties for the use of foreign objects in matches... "We are a community," the post read, "and must bear in mind that we do this for fun, not for blood." Mikey had to agree, which made him think of all the one-sided matches going on. 'I guess they're fun for the winners,' he thought. 'And it's not like we haven't all learned the right way to get powerbombed without getting too hurt.' He was about to turn to go watch Kevin fight Stan when Ryan, Trace and Kale walked through from the ring area. Mikey tried his best, but snickered despite himself, a wry little smile that would have been very satisfying to the lightweight if Trace hadn't seen it."You think you can do better, little Mikey?" Trace said as he pressed a big hand into the lightweight's chest, pressing him up against the cinderblock wall. "Don't think we're not tough, just cause that little fuck out in the ring won in a fluke."

"Oh, I don't... you, you should have won," Mikey stammered, trying to sound as convincing as possible.

Trace seemed inclined to let him go, but Ryan didn't buy it... "no, I think he's glad you lost, Kale... he thinks you're a loser." The three heavyweights exchanged glances, and then Ryan looked wryly at Mikey... "I think we need to show him what fine, upstanding, respectable heels we really are." Ryan grabbed Mikey by the front of his shirt and pulled him quickly through the deserted changing area and into the small, mostly unused practice matroom.

Mikey knew what was coming, and he dreaded it... he'd heard Rico tell a few lightweights what happened when the three heavies trapped him in the matroom. The room was supposed to be locked, but that wasn't the case until the four were inside and Ryan locked all intruders out. "Guys, come on, I didn't do anything.... please just let me out," Mikey pleaded. "You guys are the best wrestlers in TW, I know that, and I don't want any trouble, please."

Mikey had backed up against a padded wall. Like predators, the heavyweights closed around him, each towering over him and outweighing him by almost, or more than, a hundred pounds. Mikey, desperately, ducked between Ryan and Trace and darted for the door. Before he could get it unlocked, though, Ryan's full weight slammed against him, crushing the lightweight against the doorjamb.

Mikey doubled over, totally winded, to catch his breath, and realized in terror that there was no way out of what was coming. Trace and Kale were so intimidating, huge and strong in their shorts, and Ryan just looked massive in his lycra shorts and football jersey. Mikey thought he should try to defend himself, but couldn't even move as the three began raining forearms down on his back, till the lightweight collapsed to the mat. Ryan grabbed the boy's wrist, dragging his body along the mat to roughly its center, where he rolled Mikey over and sat, hard, on his chest. Mikey had to strain to breathe under Ryan's weight, which the heavyweight inched forward slowly until his crotch was pressing up on Mikey's chin and his thighs were on either side of his head so that Mikey could look nowhere but up at Ryan. Mikey's nostrils were filled with the smell of Ryan's crotch as he breathed and he tried in vain to push the massive wrestler off of him.

"I'm not budging, little man... and neither are you until we're done." Ryan pulled Mikey's face forward so as to smother him in his crotch. "That's what a real man smells like, boy... and that's what we're gonna make you today. Think of it as a favor." Mikey felt the weight of Ryan's crotch on his face, making breathing even harder until the heavyweight let his head fall back to the mat. Ryan remained there. "We're going to take you apart, piece by pathetic little piece." Ryan glanced back at Trace and Kale, who smiled sadistically and began to stomp the lightweight's gut as he was still trapped by Ryan on his chest. Mikey tried kicking them away, but only once did he hit Kale and his reward was a massive stomp to his groin. Ryan sat, comfortably, and wrapped his hands around Mikey's throat, choking him just lightly.... Ryan was aware that Mikey had done nothing wrong. All he really wanted to do was rough the boy up a bit. Well, a lot, but nothing serious.

By the time Ryan got up, Mikey's abs felt like they were on fire from all the stomping, and he begged the three heavyweights to let him go, straining to talk as his chest was still sore just from Ryan sitting on it. They didn't even respond. Kale, still infuriated at losing to Frank, grabbed Mikey's ankles and turned him over into a wickedly tight Boston crab. Mikey moaned and hollered in pain as his abs, which wanted nothing more than to relax, were stretched, as was his back. It only got worse when Ryan, muttering something about how comfortable the teen was, sat on the back of Mikey's upper back and neck, his thick thigh pressing down over the side of Mikey's face. Mikey was sweating, and uncomfortable beyond description. Aside from the pain from Kale and the crushing from Ryan, being under the massive heavyweight was hot, and didn't smell particularly lovely either.
Mikey was relieved though. He had expected pounding, tearing, stomping, and much more sharp pain... this was just like being double-teamed (oops, he thought, triple-teamed) in the ring... this was a standard submission hold. Until Trace planted his foot in Mikey's exposed, up-ended crotch and gradually applied more pressure. Mikey was screaming, though the yelps were largely muffled by Ryan's thick leg presing down on him. He felt nauseous, especially given his stomach's present position in relation to his mouth. Ryan got up, suddenly, for which Mikey was greatly relieved. The feeling of relief soon whooshed from him as, coinciding with Kale's release of the crab, Ryan splashed down on the lightweight's back.

Ryan rolled Mikey over onto his back and pressed his gut down on the boy's face and chest, smothering him while hooking one leg to secure a mocking pin on the demolished boy. Mikey strained, futilely, to push the 280-pounder off of himself, and gasped for breath when Ryan finally did roll off his face, leaning heavily on Mikey's torso. Kale leaned menacingly over the lightweight.... "so, still think I'm a loser."

Mikey wanted to respond, "not with help, obviously," but he simply shook his head 'no.' Ryan got up, and the three looked down on the exhausted boy. Trace suggested, "think he's had enough? I don't want to go so far as to be like Kevin's boys."

Ryan shook his head, "almost... I think he needs to be put a bit more firmly into his place, as a bottom." So for the next five minutes, the three heavyweights sat on Mikey, Ryan on his chest, full weight, Kale on his gut, facing his legs and periodically smacking his aching balls, and Trace on Mikey's face, holding and twisting the boy's wrists as his ass smothered the boy beneath them. Mikey wished he had never even come in that day. he had 700 pounds of muscle smashing him into the mat, and was aching all over from the abuse.

When the three heavyweights got up, they helped Mikey to his feet. Ryan left first, and then Kale. On his way out, Trace told Mikey he had to be one tough little dude to have taken all that. Mikey thanked him, mad at the three heels but more pertinently just beat. He wanted to go home, and did... but not until he'd talked to his division's champion about the need to take down the big guys. Kevin most readily agreed.