The Posse's Night Off - Part 1 cagewrestler

The Posse Takes a Night Off

Kevin and the Posse had commandeered ten primo ringside seats for the night's activity. In spite of all the flack he was taking for his few and specially selected title defenses, Kevin had used his Dad's influence to get a night off for not only himself, but the entire Posse as well. Kevin's Dad was pretty well-off and influential, but more involved with his business and country club activities. So when it came to Kevin, he pretty much gave him what he wanted as long as it kept him out of his hair. Jet ski, ATV, motorcycle, personal gym, backyard pool, when Kevin said "I want. . . " his Dad delivered. It really helped him when he needed recruitment incentives for the Posse.

So tonight he was kicking back. It had been an interesting night so far. A couple of preliminary matches with some of the guys who didn't get to wrestle much, but the last event, the "I Quit" match between Frank and Chaz had been a barnburner. Kevin had mixed feelings. Chaz had pretty well knocked Frank well down the ladder as far as a challenger for Martin's middleweight title. On the other hand, there could be more pressure on Kevin to defend against Chaz. As if he didn't have enough trouble with Jacoby on the horizon. But he would think of something, he always did.

There was a break in the program. There was to be another semi-main event before the main event of the evening. Thanks to Kevin pulling the Posse out, the TWL officials were scrambling trying to come up with something. On the program, it simply stated, " A Special Main Event, To Be Announced". There was also a roped off area just outside the entrance to the dressing room. Something really big was being hidden by a curtain, and security was not letting anyone near. So Kevin was curious to see who would show for the main event.

The crowd was milling about during the intermission. Kevin was showing off. He was dressed in jeans and had on no shirt, just the Lightweight Title Jacket. Since it was so damn hot, he had the jacket fully opened, and partially pulled back over his shoulders. In spite of being inside, Kevin still wore his sunglasses (well, he did take them off to watch the matches, but always quickly put them back on to maintain his supercool image). While Kevin was pretty unpopular with the non-Posse members of the TWL, he had quite a following among the kids who hadn't made this level yet. He was something of a local star, and right now the kids were clustered around him, asking him to autograph pictures (yes, Kevin, egomaniac that he is, had 8 x 10 glossies available), wrestling singlets, hats, etc. He enjoyed signing with a thick tip felt marker in huge letters.

As Kevin signed a cap, he noticed a couple of good looking girls looking at him and giggling. Lori, he had never been able to score with, she seemed to prefer some of the face guys, but her friend was new. He hadn't seen her before. "Well, this lightweight championship jacket IS a chick magnet" Kevin thought to himself. "What can I do for you ladies? Want a ride on Space Mountain?" The two came up. Lori seemed less than impressed, but her friend smiled at Kevin. "Hi, I'm Sandra, Lori's cousin. Just visiting for the summer, but I saw some videos of TWL and just wanted to meet you in person. I'm your biggest fan!"

Kevin grinned. "Well, I'll check my calendar. I may be able to show you around town sometime this week, but no promises."

Sandra gushed and turned to Lori as only a teeny-bopper could with an excited whisper, still clearly audible to Kevin, "OH. . . . . . MY. . . . .GODDDDDDDDD!!!!!!! Me and Kevin. Nobody at home will EVER believe this!" She turned back to Kevin, fumbling in her purse. She brought out a piece of paper and a pen. "Here's my cell phone number. Call me ANYTIME! "

Kevin took the paper, and with a smirk to the Posse slipped it into his pocket. Lance and Rusty gave him the thumbs up, shouting "You da MAN, Kev!"

Sandra turned back around. "Oh my God, I almost forgot! I have a fanpage newsletter I write following your career. Please sign a copy for me. Right here on the last page, and then I'll photocopy it for the fan mailing. I'll send you a copy, too!"

Kevin took the stapled newsletter that was flipped to the back sheet and scrawled out his signature. "Tell you what, maybe you should just deliver my copy in person! Who knows, you might get a real up close and personal interview for the next issue!" That really brought the wolf calls from the Posse as Sandra sort of buckled at the knees then ran off with her cousin.

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Luke and Willy were waiting for Frank. They were on the card as a special interdivisional tag team bout and had dressed for the ring while Frank had his meeting with Chaz. They had been afraid Chaz might jump him again. As Frank gingerly limped into his dressing room Willy asked, "You OK Frank? Don't worry, you'll get him next time. Little bastard always seems to luck out no matter how much you beat on him."

"There won't be a next time. I'm not planning on wrestling Chaz again."  

Willy shook his head. "No, that's just the exhaustion talking. It was a fluke. Look, we can get back to our training. How about my staying over at your place a couple of weeks while we work on some moves?"

Frank looked at Willy. "Chaz is coming back home. I asked him to move back in. Hell guys, he IS my brother!"

Willy looked at Luke with a look of disgust. "Frank, you are such a fucking loser!" With that Willy turned and slammed his fist into the pit of Frank's stomach. Frank doubled over in pain, and Willy slammed his head into the metal lockers. Frank collapsed on the floor in a heap.

"Get him Willy! Show the pussy what you've learned from me!" Luke screamed.

Willy was all over the exhausted teen muscleboy, pounding away. He finally stood up over Frank's crumpled body and said, "I think you've got a couple of more submissions in you tonight, big man!" He slowly lifted Frank up off the lockerroom floor and wrapped his arms around Frank's waist in a bearhug. At 5'8, Willy fit perfectly against Frank's torso. The natural position of his arms was just below Frank's ribcage. Willy could benchpress more than most middleweights, his short arms bringing him almost unnatural power. Frank was helpless as Willy poured on the pressure, squeezing what little oxygen Frank had replenished back out of his lungs. Frank screamed in pain, yelling "I submit, I submit!" but Willy just kept pouring on the pressure. Finally, after a three minute bearhug, Willy dropped Frank's limp body to the floor.

"OK Willy, now show him your new finisher! " Luke was pushing Willy on, encouraging him to deliver more punishment.

Willy lifted Frank by the hair and slapped him in the face a couple of times. Wake up musclehead, I ain't done with you yet." Willy dropped to the floor and slipped behind Frank. He scissored Frank's midsection, then cupping Frank's chin under his right armpit, Willy cranked on a Dragon Sleeper. Even if Frank was submitting, his mouth was covered by Willy's pit. In sort order, Frank's body went limp yet again this night.

Luke high-fived Willy, and the two left the locker room and headed out for their match.

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By the concession stand, an exchange was taking place. "Did you get it?" "Yep, it's a done deal"

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Just as Luke and Willy were about to part the curtains one of the TWL officials held them up. "Hold on, boys. Before your match they've scheduled an interview. It will be just a couple of minutes longer." Luke and Willy stood aside to see what was going on.

The ring announcer stepped into the ring. "Since the card is a little short tonight. . . "

Martin chimed in from the Posse's ringside seats-"Yeh, that's because your BEST wrestlers are sitting right here!"

". . . as I was saying, we've got some extra leeway in the card, and one of our wrestlers has asked for some time, here is a special treat. One of our most popular middleweights, ladies and gentlemen, I give you. . . . JOOOOEEEEYYYY!!!!!!!!!"

Joey raced in from the back, he was dressed in cargo shorts and his favorite "Will Wrestle for Food" tee shirt. He bounced around the ring, waving his arms to the cheers of the crowd. Kevin and the Posse booed lustily, but they were drowned out.

"Thanks. I've got some things I wanted to get off my chest. I had a great match recently with another middleweight, Zack. It was tough, but I respect him and still consider him a friend. We keep getting newcomers who fall in with the wrong crowd and seem to think they need to prove something my hurting people." Joey's eyes fell on Taylor. "Yeh, you, punk. You're obviously pretty good, nobody expected you to handle Timon like that, but you're getting some bad advice." Joey looked at Kevin, who, with theatrical yawn shot him the finger. "Well, this is just a warning. There are more guys around that have agreed to watch each others backs both BEFORE as well as during a match with one of you Posse punks."

That brought screams of approval from the audience, and about ten "you're number one's" from the Posse. Joey was a pain in the butt to them, holding impressive wins over both Martin and Tyson.

"On to other things. So far, there is no main event match tonight. Now I've got my gear, and I'm ready to wrestle, so I went in the back to try to round up a match. No luck, seems everyone wants to get prepped for me. I was desperate, so I asked if there were ANY open contracts available. As luck would have it, one was found at the last minute. So right here and now, I'm going to sign the contract and go back and change into my trunks!" Joey took a pin, and using the ref's back scrawled his signature on the contract and handed it to the ring announcer and stood by.

The ring announcer took the contract and read it over, a small smile coming to his face. "Ladies and Gentlemen after this next tag team match, our main event of the evening will be a one fall match to submission. It will be a special interdivisional match. Joey, wrestling out of the middleweight division, at 5'10, one hundred and sixty pounds. His opponent will be. . . and he milked the audience with a long pause before rapidly spilling out. .. "THE CURRENT LIGHTWEIGHT CHAMPION, AT 5'6, 128 POUNDS, KEEVVINN!!!!!!"

The audience screamed their approval. Kevin just tried to scream, but nothing came out of his wide open mouth. The ring announcer continued. It appears that there are a couple of special stipulations here. First, for the main event, the remaining members of the posse will be locked in a special cage here in the Arena. . ." At that, they dropped the mystery curtain revealing an iron cage cell. . . . second, should Joey defeat Kevin, Kevin must put up his lightweight belt against Jacoby in a title defense on the next card. . . and third, again, if Joey wins, Martin will have to defend his middleweight belt against Joey on the same card!!!"

The audience was going nuts right now. Kevin was bonkers. He jumped into the ring, jumping up and down in a tantrum. "NO WAY!!!! I NEVER sign open contracts. I don't even have my wrestling gear here!"

Joey grinned and reached into his pocket. "We've taken care of that. Nick has volunteered his trunks!" Joey pulled the skimpy tiger print trunks out of his pocket. He knew Kevin hated those trunks, constantly making snide remarks about Nick and his gear and possible sexual orientation. He tossed the trunks had Kevin.

Kevin charged the ring announcer. "Give me that contract, I never signed it!" But there, scrawled on the last page right next to Joey's signature was Kevin's unmistakable scrawl, in a heavy felt tip print. He recognized the paper. Joey's side had been blank when Kevin had signed it. He looked up and saw the two girls smiling and waving from the back.

Kevin had been had.

Author's note: I mention a tag match on this card featuring Luke and Willy against an unnamed tag team. My purpose was for story flow, to give these two a place to go after beating on Frank. I don't plan on actually writing up that match, so if anyone wants to jump in and do it, please feel free.