Newbies: Thom Vs Pete: Part 1 muscle_punk

** Jobberboy Intro **

The two teens sat waiting in the outer office. Both had just moved here from another state.

The one boy sat shirtless as he flaunted his ripped eight pack abs, broad shoulders and tightly muscled body. He looked tough and mean. His name was Pete and he had been a MW Champ in his home town. Both in high school and in a teen's wrestling league.

The other boy was slightly smaller, but damn good-looking. He had a trophy sitting on his lap. The trophy was for a recent win in a teen body building competition. The young man was not ripped, but he was drop dead gorgeous. He also was quite conceited and proud of his recent victory.

His parents had insisted he join a wrestling league to meet some new friends. What they should have told him, was leave the trophy at home.

Thom, the young body builder had no concept of how to wrestle in this type of league. He was a body builder and a lover. He was not a fighter.

He knew a few basic moves, and he knew how to apply certain holds, but he was no wrestler. He had tried to talk his father out of this, but his father had told him it was time to get involved in a man's sport. Thom's father had been a champion wrestler in his school days, and he wanted his wimpy son to follow in his footsteps.Thom wasn't exactly a wimp, he just detested violence of any kind. He had witnessed Taylor's recent bout against Timon and had been sickened by the beating Timon had taken.

A few minutes later both boys were called into the office.

Twenty minutes later after the weigh ins and paper work was completed, Thom and Pete were assigned lockers and told they would face each other tonight in a lead off match.

Pete could not have been happier. He was going to get an easy debut win over this body builder.

Thom on the other hand debated about showing up for the match. He had been staring at Pete the entire time. Pete's body was awesome.

When Thom went home and told his father he had a match, his father was ecstatic. He drove his soon to the arena that night and joined the spectators. He told the people sitting next to him his soon was going to mop up the ring with some jockboy.

The lights in the arena dimmed and the announcer stepped into the ring.

Thom's dad was all smiles as he waited for his son, and in his mind the next TW MW champ to be introduced.

Thom's dad had no idea what the competition was like in this tough league, let alone this rugged and tough MW division.

Kevin as usual had already scoped out the newbies. He had just recently recruited Taylor. When he saw Pete, his eyes popped out of his head. Kevin decided then and there he would own this teen as well.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN OUR FIRST MATCH TONIGHT IS A BATTLE OF NEWBIES. FIRST MAKING HIS WAY TOWARDS THE RING IS THOM. THOM STANDS 5'10 WEIGHS 172 POUNDS AND IS 16 YEARS OLD. THOM IS AN AVID BODY BUILDER AND HAS WON NUMEROUS BODY BUILDING COMPETITIONS."

Thom's father cheered loudly as his son ran to the ring for his first ever wrestling match.

Thom entered the ring sporting white speedoes. He then posed for the audience. Thom was a showman. But could he hold his own wrestling.

"HIS OPPONENT IN THIS BOUT IS PETE. PETE STANDS 6' TALL, WEIGHS 190 POUNDS AND IS 18 YEARS OF AGE. PETE WAS A CHAMPION HIGH SCHOOL WRESTLER AND COMES TO US FROM ANOTHER TEEN LEAGUE WHERE HE WAS BRIEFLY THE LW AND MW CHAMP."

The audience was stunned by the physique on this young man. Pete had ripped eight pack abdominals and big broad shoulders. He only weighed fifteen pounds more then Thom, but it was clearly all rock hard muscle.

Pete was clad in dark blue wrestling trunks. They accented his highly tanned torso.

The audience knew this was a mismatch.

Both teens stood center mat and shook hands. Pete locked a killer grip on Thom and Thom almost fell to his knees. Pete smiled deviously. "I'm going to crush you." Pete said as he stared deeply into Thom's eyes.

Thom felt like he would piss his speedoes. He knew this was a mistake but could not just back out. Thom backed to his corner on shaky legs. He knew he was going to get the beating of his life.

Dane and Pat were standing in the entrance way. Both could clearly see they would soon have another trainee.

"Man, that poor kid looks scared shitless." Dane said remembering his first ever match.

Pat nodded, "Yeah, I remember that feeling. But at least we knew how to wrestle before we signed up. Look at his stance. He has absolutely no concept."

The bell sounded and Pete charged across the ring. Thom saw him coming and sort of cowered in the corner. Pete hit him with a splash that pinned him to the ropes. Pete stepped back and landed two solid fists to Thom's lean stomach.

Thom coughed as the fists tore in. No one had told him his opponent would be slugging him.

Dane and Pat winced. Pat was right, this guy looked good, but had NO CONCEPT of wrestling.

Pete knew a jobber when he saw one. He decided to take full advantage. He gripped Thom's arm and flung him to the ropes. As the smaller brawler ricocheted off, Pete slammed his knee deeply into his gut. Thom gagged and flipped over Pete's knee. Thom was flat on his back and lying there with his gut exposed and begging to be stomped.

Pete landed two hard stomps to Thom's stomach. The boy retched and rolled to his side as his hands hugged his gut.

Pete reached down and effortlessly pulled Thom up by his speedoes. Pete hefted Thom over his head like he was a sack of flour. He pressed the 172 pound MW five times before dropping him over his knee in a brutal gutbuster. Thom rolled from the ring and to the floor.

Thom was on his knees hugging his stomach. He had never been in the ring, much less a fight before.

Thom tried to remember what his father and big brother had shown him. All that came to his mind was go for the balls.

Thom slowly got to his feet. He gripped the bottom rope and pulled himself up to the ring apron. Pete was there and gripped his speedoes. Pete Lifted Thom straight up and held him erect.

Pete suplexed Thom to the mat. Thom cried out as his back and head impacted hard to the canvas.

Pete covered his man. The ref started to count but Pete pulled Thom up at the count of two. He wanted to have some more fun with this body builder. Pete wanted to crush his abs and his spirit.

Pete whipped the kid to the ropes. As Thom bounced back, Pete dropped to his knees and slammed a hard uppercut punch to Thom's lower belly. As Thom doubled over, Pete locked a claw hold on Thom's lean stomach and lifted him into the air. Thom's own body weight now worked against him.

Pete held the young teen over his head as his ab claw dug deeply into Thom's now soft abs. Thom was sweating and struggling not to give up. His eyes were closed as he fought back tears.

Pete maintained his ab claw and slammed Thom over his knees in a brutal bone jarring back breaker. Thom cried out weakly in pain.

Pete then dug his other hand to Thom's beat red stomach. He locked both hands on the Jobber's abs and lifted him from the mat. Thom cried out in excruciating pain as his stomach muscles were torn and contorted.

Pete maintained the double ab claw and slammed Thom to the center of the ring. Thom thought he would vomit from the pain in his gut. He could not get enough air to cry out his submission.

Pete straddled Thom's legs and released his brutal double claw hold. He sat back and fired four power punches into the kid's now purplish gut.

Thom gasped for breath. Tears were streaming down his face as this muscleboy beat the living hell out of him.

Thom just wanted the torture to end. His eyes locked with Pete's pleading for the stud to pin him and end this torture.

Pete fired one more hard shot to Thom's gut. He then stood up and drug Thom to his feet. Pete fired the whipped boy to the ropes. As Thom flew back towards him Pete locked on a reverse bearhug. His big biceps bulged as his meaty forearms crushed into Thom's gut and forced his air from his lungs.

Thom tried to choke out his submission but he had no air. He could feel himself fuzzing out. Thom finally blacked out from the pain. The ref raised the teen's arm three times. Three times it fell limp to his side.

The ref called for the bell. Thom was unconscious.

Pete lowered the beaten teen to the mat. He could not believe the kid did not counter any of his moves.

Pete did not give it a second thought as his arm was raised in victory. He lavished in the cheers from the females in the crowd. He stood center ring and rippled his hard eight pack abs and flexed his big 17" guns. Pete planned on making a name for himself in TW.

The medics moved ringside to help Thom recover. Thom was not physically hurt, but he was disappointed. He had not been ready to face any competition.

Later as he sat in the locker room with his head in his hands, Pat and Dane entered. Dane quietly sat down by the defeated young boy. "Hi, I'm Dane. My buddy Pat and I train some guys on the weekends. If you want we can teach you to wrestle."

Thom looked up and smiled weakly. "My dad was a champ in high school and coaches tiny tots wrestling. But yeah, I would like to learn from you and your buddy. Thanks."

Dane quickly scribbled down the address and handed it to Thom. "Saturday and Sunday mornings. We have a few guys we practice with. After we practice, we have some matches so you can learn to use what you have learned."

Thom thanked them both and headed to meet his father. He was embarrassed, but next time he would do better.

As he headed towards the exit, he heard one of the lightweights refer to him as "Jobber Boy."

Thom put his head down and walked to the parking lot.