Main Event - Part 1 cagewrestler

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THIS IS OUR MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING!! THIS IS A SPECIAL INTERDIVISIONAL NON-TITLE MATCH. This will be one fall to submission, with a thirty minute time limit. Introducing first, wrestling out of the middleweight division, standing five feet, ten inches tall and weighing in at 160 ripped pounds, I give you JOOEEEYYY!

Joey came down the aisle in his trademark orange trunks that showed off every inch of his muscular torso. He stopped at the cage and stuck his tongue out at the Posse, all locked inside. If they could have gotten the door open they would have been on the young wrestler like a rapid wolfpack. The rest of the crowd was cheering at the top of their lungs. Joey was one of the real fan favorites.

HIS OPPONENT, our CURRENT LIGHTWEIGHT CHAMPION, standing five feet, six inches tall, and weighing in at one hundred twenty-eight pounds, here is KEVVVVVVINNNNN!!

Kevin walked through the current wearing his lightweight jacket and wearing basketball shorts that came down over his knees. As he walked passed the cage, the Posse gave him some halfhearted, unconfident words of encouragement. They knew Kevin had built up a lot of debt on the negative side of the ledger, and it looked like Joey and his friends had the upper hand on payback tonight. He stepped into the ring, and mounted the second turnbuckle, arms in the air, but without his traditional smirk. As he worked the crowd, Joey snuck up behind him and pulled down the shorts, causing Kevin to fall flat on his face, and exposing the skimpy tigerskin trunks.

The crowd roared their approval and Kevin jumped up red-faced and went after Joey, which of course was exactly what Joey wanted as he grabbed Kevin's arm and flipped him over, repeating the maneuver each time Kevin jumped up and charged again. After five times, Kevin back away into the corner, arms hanging over the top rope, palms up, begging Joey off. The din of the crowd was deafening. The night had gone from a potential no main event to something everyone had wanted to see for some time.

Joey grinned, waved and charged the lightweight. Now Kevin was not champion and leader of the Posse because of lack of skill and guile. He wasn't quite so exhausted and caught Joey with a back elbow as he charged. Joey stumbled backwards, staggering and Kevin jumped to the middle turnbuckle, flying off, catching Joey's head and driving him to the mat in a spinning DDT. Joey was stunned, and Kevin went right after him. As Joey struggled to his knees, Kevin underhooked his arms and threw him over his back in a suplex. When they landed, Kevin didn't release the hold, but merely flipped back into the original position and repeated. It was a classic chain suplex maneuver, and after four times, Kevin hooked Joey in a perfect cradle. Joey was trapped, and Kevin pounded the mat. "Count, damn it! What's the matter with you, ref?" The ref smiled at the Lightweight Champ. "Sorry, Kev, this is a submission match!"

Kevin cursed under his breath, but mounted Joey's chest and started throwing punches. The ref caught his arm. "It's a submission match, but not a NHB match. Keep this up and I'll DQ you, and you KNOW the other stipulations!" Kevin was becoming more and more frustrated. As he was held and distracted by the ref, Joey delivered a punch right into Kevin's gut. Kevin never saw it coming and had no time to flex. The air rushed out of his lungs and he doubled over. Joey threw him off and got back to his feet. He drug Kevin up by the air, scooped him and slammed him hard to the mat. Kevin bounced several inches. Joey decided that this was fun, and again scooped the Lightweight Champ up with no problem and slammed him the the mat. Lifting Kevin up one more time, Joey locked in a full nelson, pouring on the pressure, forcing Kevin's head to his chest. Joey was just too strong for the lightweight, no way Kevin could break this hold. Joey lifted his opponent high in the nelson until Kevin's feet were a foot off the mat and began swinging the teen in a circular motion. He finally released it and Kevin went flying outside the ring through the first and second ropes, hitting hard on the Arena floor.

Joey followed him out, and grabbing Kevin by the hair, drug him back to the cage holding the Posse. He twisted Kevin's arm and then whipped him hard into the cage. Kevin bounced off and Joey DDT'ed him to the Arena floor. Instead of counting, the ref was simply standing by, asking Joey to please take the action back in the ring. Kevin had missed a payment.

Joey pulled Kevin up one more time by the hair, dragging the young champ over to the cage, holding his face against the bars. "How do you like your fearless leader now?" he sneered to the caged animals, forgetting that he was so close. Big mistake.

Big Lance reached though the bars and grabbed Joey's hair pulling him back to the cage. Now that he was close, Lance reached his other big arm through the bars and around Joey's neck. As he held him there, Martin took careful aim, making sure his hand went between the bars and delivered a lightening quick left right left snake strike to Joey's kidneys.

Kevin, recovering quickly saw Joey trapped and started a flurry of punches into Joey's exposed gut. This had the ref's attention, and he leaped out of the ring to separate the fighters. "Back off you guys or I'll DQ Kevin right now. Take it back into the ring."

The damage was done, though and it was Kevin dragging Joey by the hair this time, as the Posse delivered high fives to one another in the cage. Kevin rolled Joey back into the ring. Joey was flat on the mat as Kevin mounted to the top turnbuckle and came down with a bomb's away flying elbow to where Joey's chest used to be a few seconds ago.

Joey had rolled away just in time. He quickly grabbed Kevin's damaged arm and twisted away, finally flipping Kevin over and flat on his back. Holding the arm pinned to the mat, Joey threw his legs backwards high into the air and came down with a hard knee right across Kevin's bicep. Once, twice, three times the knee found its mark as Kevin thrashed and twisted on the mat in pain.

"Now that we've got one point of balance taken care of, why don't we work on another, heh Kev? Joey grinned as he reached down and held one of Kevin's legs up, then crashed down with an elbow to the inner thigh. Joey repeated the maneuver a couple of times. He then twisted the leg around his, folded up the opposite leg across and fell to the mat, trapping Kevin in the figure four leg lock. Kevin was screaming, pounding the mat in pain. "Give it up you little punk, come on, give it up!" screamed Joey. Kevin managed to bounce enough that he could reach the bottom rope. He grabbed on for dear life and screamed at the ref to break the hold. Reluctantly, the ref twisted the two wrestlers' legs apart.Kevin was hurting, and Joey wasn't going to give him a chance. He pounded away, then picking Kevin up off the mat sent him across the ring hard into the corner turnbuckle. with such force that Kevin flipped upside down, his feet trapped under the top turnbuckle. Joey looked up to see his opponent in a totally helpless position, dangling upside down, unable to get his feet free. Adding to the pain was the fact that due to Kevin's height, his head wasn't even resting on the mat. His entire body was suspended in the corner. Joey walked over with a grin and started delivering hard stomps to Kevin's midsection. Even though the ref was inclined to be lenient with Joey, this wasn't a no DQ match, so he had to push Joey back. "Get back, Joey, I don't want to have to DQ you!"

Joey backed off, and went to the opposite corner. The ref wasn't too skilled, nor was he in any big hurry to release Kevin, but he at least pretended to try to work him loose. The crowd was so loud, you really could not hear anything in the Arena but a din of overwhelming noise. Joey leaned back in the corner, arms resting comfortably on the top rope, his chest heaving from the exertion of the match. Without warning, he felt two hands grab his ankles and suddenly Joey was face first on the mat. With a second sudden thrust, Joey was pulled backwards and crotched hard against the corner post. Not everyone had seen, but from where he had taken over one of the Posse's vacant ringside seats, Chaz had vaulted over the railing and into action. He rolled Joey out of the ring, scooped him up and then drove the muscleteen's back into the ring post three times. A hard DDT down onto the Arena floor put Joey's lights out. Chaz then rolled Joey's sweaty, limp body back into the ring.

Kevin was finally free, and standing on his knees, he couldn't believe his eyes. Joey was down in the other corner, hardly moving. The ref was stunned, but there was no one around, Chaz had already made his exit. As he passed the cage, the Posse wasn't sure what to do, but Lance piped up, "Way to go, little dude - we owe you one!"

Kevin had his second wind. He pulled Joey part way out of the ring so that his chest was hanging over the ring apron outside. Kevin mounted the top turnbuckle and delivered a devastating flying elbow that found its mark just beneath Joey's throat, sending the teen tumbling out of the ring. Kevin rolled his victim back into the ring. In keeping with the Posse's tradition, Kevin was now going to deliver a message. He drug Joey to his feet by the hair, bearhugged him in the center of the ring, and then flipped him up and over in a beautiful grand suplex. Kevin shouted to the crowd, "How about a little wrestling lesson for this chump!" Again, Kevin repeated the amateur maneuver. He had been working out with Taylor and realized that some amateur moves could be pretty devastating. Each time Kevin threw Joey up and over, he twisted and came down on top;, with his arms still locked in place. His hands were locked and positioned in the small of Joey's back, so each time they hit he mat, the impact was terrible.

The audience was stunned by this turn of events. The two wrestlers had been going at it for over twenty minutes now, but Kevin definitely had the upper hand. Quite a few people were surprised that the Lightweight champ was so strong.

Still showing off, and now with that famous smirk super broad across his face, Kevin scooped up Joey and dropped him across his knee with a backbreaker. Joey gasped in pain, as Kevin allowed him to slide off his knee to the mat. Kevin stood over Joey, wiped his hand across his brow to pick up some sweat, and threw it down on the muscleteen with a sneer. Slowly he lifted Joey to his feet, ducked under and lifted the blond up across his shoulders in a Rack Submission. Joey stood there, arms flailing helplessly as Kevin locked one arm under Joey's chin, and with the other hand positioned away from the ref grabbed Joey's balls and squeezed. Joey screamed out his submission as Kevin bounced him across his shoulders, "I SUBMIT, I SUBMIT!!!! PLEASE LET GO, NO MORE, YOU WIN MAN, YOU WIN!!!!!!!"

Kevin finally dropped Joey to the mat and kicked the beaten muscleboy out of the ring. "Let's clear the trash here!!" Kevin was pumped has he held both arms up in victory, then moved into a double bi. Nick's tigerstriped trunks barely contained Kevin, but now he had decided that maybe these weren't so bad after all. The crowd was stunned, as were Joey's friends, but the Posse had been released and hit the ring in celebration. Kevin was lifted high in the air and tossed up in a victory celebration. This had been a huge win for the Posse and for Kevin, and a devastating loss for their opposition. Jacoby was still the number one contender, but he didn't get the guarantee of a title match that Joey and his pals had hoped for.

From the PA: "The winner of the match by rack submission, at 26 minutes 12 seconds, the TW Lightweight Champion, KEVIN!!!

EPILOGUE

Back in the dressing area, Chaz felt a hand on his shoulder. "Hey little man, why'd you wanna go and do something like that? When did you join up with the Posse?" Chaz turned to see Daryl in his face.

"No way. Posse is not my scene man. Just something I felt like doing. Joey's got a HUGE ego and needed to be taken down a peg. Anarky, man!"

"Come on Chaz, what is all this anarky bullshit? You are one confusing little dude. You know, I can dig some of your style and you've picked up some killer holds - you're good man, but I don't know what your agenda is. Now my friend Joey's got a lose against that little wimp Kevin."

Chaz smiled. "Your friend? I like you Daryl. You're willing to take on the heavyweights and give up pounds rather than go against lighter weight wrestlers in your own division, but where are you in TW? Joey pals with you, but he was the one that was going to get the middleweight title match if he beat Kevin, a lightweight? You whipped him all over the ring when you met him and then he flashed his prettyboy doe eyes at you before you could finish him off, and you let him off with an easy pin. Now Joey and his pals have you comfortably buttonholed, real predictable. Anarky rules man. The minute they think you are in one camp, or wrestling one style, you've got to switch. Nobody in TW is going to step out of the way for somebody else to get a title shot, and they'll do anything to push guys like us to the background. You've got a choice man. Bodyguard for the prettyboys, and be their Eskimo Pie, black on the outside, but white on the inside. . . or. . . . be unpredictable make your own breaks until they can't ignore you any more--Anarky rules, man!

As Chaz walked away, the buffed black teen started thinking. "Little Dude is right. . . I have lost the edge. . . .