jimsub81 Joey vs Jacoby ...prelude

Once Joey set his mind to something he followed through with it. He decided to challenge Jacoby and the next day he found the well built Lightweight working out, alone as usual. Joey walked up to the cocky Jacoby and tapped him on the shoulder. A few other wrestlers knew of the bad feelings between Jacoby and Joey, Wesley, Patrick and JP. They stopped their routines to watch the encounter.

Jacoby just said, "Yeah, what do you want? Here to tell me the Wesley has decided against taking me on?" Joey said, "Well, that's sort of true. He has decided not to fight you...right now." "That figures", said Jacoby. "But", said Joey "I'm willing to take you on but being that I'm a mid-weight and your just a lightweight you have to challenge me. Not me understand..league rules." Jacoby gave a smile that turned into a laugh and through his laughter managed to say, "You're on there Joey. Man I heard you were not the brightest bulb in the pack but I never really believed it. I can't believe you want your ass kick that badly! OK, league rules..Joey I challenge you to a match do you accept?" Jacoby was being sarcastic and Joey played along. "Yes, Jacoby I accept. What kind of match would you like? Standard? Two out of three falls? Ho Holds Barred?" The thought of a no holds barred match intrigued Jacoby but the league was cutting back on such events. Jacoby said he doubted if the league would sponsor a NHB match. Joey said, "Well, we could have it after hours in the practice gym." Jacoby really believed he could beat Joey and wanted the match to count on his record but the thought of puonding the muscleboy to a pulp was someting he was savoring too. Joey was a mid-weight but only 5 pounds separated their weight. That was nothing! But Jacoby knew others were watching what was transpiring he dared not show cowardice. He goaded Joey on and said, "Well if we're going to do this after hours then why not have it as a submission only match?" Joey was getting carried away and quickly said, "OK Jacoby you got it! No holds barred in the practice ring, AND submission only! The only question is when?!" Jacoby glared him in the eye and said "What's wrong with tonight?" Joey gulped down a lump in his throat. 'Tonight?', he thought He was planning on training hard with his friends to get ready for this match. He didn't want it to take place so soon but he was trapped. "OK, tonight. You got it." Joey turned and walked away thinking just what the hell he had got himself into. Jacoby just smiled and watched him exit the gym. This was going to be fun, he thought.

Once the word that went out that there was to be a NHB match in the practice gym across the street from the TW facility it spread like wild fire through the other wrestlers. As the hour for the match grew near the gym was filled with almost all of the TW wrestlers. Hard feelings were out aside...for the most part as they all gathered to see the hopefully exciting battle.

Marcus was there in eager anticipation of seeing Joey smashed. All of the Posse was present even Taylor seemed to have settled down into its ranks. The heavyweight heels were there too.

Trace and Kale gave glaring looks to more than a few wrestlers that had stopped their involvement the Outlaws recent match but they would deal with them one by one later.

Corwin and Drew themselves were there too. They were well on they way to recovering from the pounding they had taken and were already plotting their revenge on Martin and Elton and others as well. They locked eyes with the original Bad Boys of TW, Tyson and Brett. There was no love loss there to be sure.

Lucian and his snacking buddy Jordan showed up with bag filled with munchies for the event. They were in such good spirits that they even offered to share their Doritos and Ding Dongs with the other wrestlers. When Lucian actually offered Pat a Snickers bar Pat wondered if the current temperature in Hell was indeed much lower.

Joey stood with his friends who were still in a bit of shock that he was having this match so soon. JP was giving him some final words of advice on fighting Jacoby. There was no real weak point in Jacoby's armor so JP's best advice was "Keep moving.. try not to hook up with him." Dane was rubbing his shoulders and Patrick just gave him a reassuring smile. He had come to really care for Joey and didn't want to see him hurt. Jacoby was practically a middleweight and had some very good wrestling as well as judo skills. Patrick knew full well of Joey's abilities but he was in an undeniable slump. If Joey had gotten through his low period he would be more than a match for Jacoby. Patrick and the others hoped that was the case.

Jacoby stood all alone. He had no real friends in the league. He told himself he needed none. He had convinced himself that he was stronger alone and that friends were a burden. But in reality Jacoby was a lonely boy. He wanted to hang out and be popular but he just had a hard time opening up to people and making friends. When he looked at the friendly and very popular Joey who had many friends his dislike for the blonde muscleboy grew more intense. Jacoby really wanted to crush the kid!

Middleweight Travis, ever the showman, volunteered to be the announcer for the match. Even though it was evening he wore his David Duval style shades. The gym had no mic so Travis just shouted to silence the crowd. "Shut up... ya bunch of animals!" The wrestlers quieted down a bit as Travis continued, "OK, I guess we all know why we're here. Its time. Here's our first combatant. Lets all put our hands together for...JACOBY!" The tough lightweight took the ring as his peers clapped for him. He didn't have friends but neither did he have enemies. And the wrestlers appreciated his hard nosed approach to the sport. Travis went on, "And his opponent...You either love him or hate him....JOEY!" Joey had a mixed reception from the crowd. Many of them were friends like Zack and his pals but the Posse detested him as did Marcus. But they all knew Joey's skills and knew this should be a good match up. As they faced off there was apparently no difference in the size of the two. Joey had a much more defined body as his abs and pecs were well toned and his stomach was a nice looking six pack. His arms and legs showed the long hours hitting the weights. He was an incredible physical specimen for a 16 year old. Jacoby had nice bulging pecs too. His stomach was not as well defined but it was hard as a rock and thick. His arms and legs too were loaded for bear with tough muscle. Jacoby was young, strong and tough! Travis said, "Well, by your own decision there are no rules and no holds are barred. Winner is by submission only and there is no time limit, so..as soon as I say 'go,' you guys, well...GO AT IT, got it?" Both nodded and Travis shouted, "GO!"

Joey figured Jacoby would come out trying his judo skills. He guess right and Jacoby lunged forward with a front kick that Joey dodged caused Jacoby to slide past him. Joey drove a fist to the ribs and Jacoby grunted but turned quickly. Joey scooped him up and slammed him hard on his back. with Jacoby temporarily stunned Joey dropped down with an elbow to the gut. He was back up fast and dropped down with a knee to the chest. He bounced off the ropes and came down with a splash that Jacoby dodged. Joey splashed himself across the canvas!

Jacoby got up and reached down and grabbed a fistful of blonde locks and hoisted Joey upward. A hard kidney punch sent a stinging pain through Joey's back. He spun Joey around and rammed another hard fist to Joey's strong abs. The fist hit with a dull smack and Joey bore the punch but felt it rock his insides. Joey moved to deliver one of his own but a knee to his balls took the fight out of him fast. Joey gasped and crumpled like a leaf and Jacoby kicked him in the side. Another kick to the back and Jacoby pulled him up and fired a punch to Joey's lip. Red blood burst out of the lower lip and Joey staggered back to the ropes. Jacoby took careful aim of the stunned boy and shot a judo kick to the center of Joey's six pack. Joey doubled over but didn't go down. Another kick and Joey started to fall only to get caught by his opponent. Jacoby was almost face to face with Joey as he raised another knee to the cute guy's balls. Joey again wanted to fall but Jacoby held him fast by the shoulders. Jacoby then head butted Joey across the bridge of his nose and Joey was almost out on his feet as he bled freely from his nose and lip.

Jacoby Irish whipped Joey to the ropes and planted the sole of his boot into the muscleboy's belly on the redound. Joey was stopped dead in his tracks and Jacoby quickly followed up with a shoulder block to the chest that sent Joey falling through the ropes.

The wrestlers were loving this hard fought action. All but Joey's pals that is. Patrick was especially worried for his new best buddy.

Jacoby followed Joey out of the ring and jumped down onto Joey's stomach landing with both feet. Joey's face grew bright red as he was squashed under the falling weight of the 155 pound boy. Jacoby then stomped the forehead slamming the back of his head to the floor. He then pulled Joey up and rammed him gut first into the ring apron. He stood behind him and shot in four hard punches to the small of the back. Jacoby then took Joey by the hair and rammed his face to the canvas before tossing him back into the ring. Jacoby saw Joey laying beaten and measured his entrance carefully. He climbed to the top rope and stood posing for the wrestlers. He then leaped down aiming his knee perfectly as it drove into Joey's hard stomach. Even Joe's hard gut muscle could not withstand that sort of blow as Jacoby's knee sunk deep into his body Joey gasped and curled in pain.

Jacoby stood over him and as Joey rolled his way Jacoby stomped the bulge in Joey's crotch. As Joey grabbed at his groin Jacoby saw an opening and swung a kick into the chest. Jacoby felt the hard chest muscles give a little as the boot toes tore into the strong pecs over and over. Jacoby then planted a boot on the side of Joey's head and slid it down hard over his ear. Joey howled in pain as the boot raked the side of his head. Joey hardly knew what part of his body to hold as Jacoby pulled him up and dropped him down in an atomic drop. Joey went staggering toward a corner. Jacoby planted a boot to his butt and shoved him into the corner hard. He came in fast and grabbed Joey by the back of the head and rammed it to the turnbuckle. He then noticed the tag rope and wrapped it around his neck and pulled it tight. Joey kicked and gagged as his face grew redder and redder. At last Jacoby let go and Joey slumped in the corner. Jacoby then teed off on his abs with front kick after front kick. Fifteen big boot toes ripped Joey's proud abs apart. He followed the last kick with a double knee drop to those same battered gut muscles. Joey though he would blow his cookies at the drop but he held it in. Jacoby was taking it to him hard!

As Jacoby got up he rammed a hard punch to the navel that hit with a dull "splatting" sound and Joey groaned again. With Joey now flat on his back Jacoby jumped straight up and came down with both feet on the lower belly area. He then reached down and hooked Joe around the head and grabbed the waist band of the bright orange bikinis and pulled him up into a suplex. He dropped Joey hard and the ring shook as he hit the canvas! Joey was in a world of hurt and really needed to mount some sort of offense or it would be over soon.

Dane got up to the ring apron and pounded the mats to get Joey's attention. When Joey looked at him Dane said, "For god sakes Joey this is no holds barred! Wrestle like it is!" Joey got the

as he felt Jacoby's hand in his hair yet again pulling him up. Jacoby looked him in the eye and said, "What I think your big, dumb ass friend wants you to do is something like this." , he grabbed the mound in the front of Joey's bikini and felt the soft lumps of his genitals. Jacoby then closed his fist and the strong fingers crushed the boy's balls and rod too. Joey sank to his knees with a look of agony on his face. Jacoby released the grip and rammed Joey's face with a quick jab. The blow struck him in the nose and more blood poured out of it.

Joey went falling backward and the ropes prevented his fall as he almost went over the top. Jacoby stood over him and saw the kid's six pack gut heaving in and out as he was nearing exhaustion. Jacoby decided that now was the time to work them over good! Another judo kick speared Joey right above his belly button. He let out an, "Oooofff!" as his wind was driven from him. Jacoby pulled him forward by the back of the hair with his left hand. Using his right he slammed it repeatedly into the taunt gut. After fifteen hard gut punches Jacoby allowed him to fall to the ring. Joey was having a hard time breathing but Jacoby showed no mercy and he came in behind him. Pulling Joey into a full nelson Jacoby hauled him to his feet and then ran him forward into the nearest turnbuckle. Joey's front was slammed hard into the corner with Jacoby's weight coming in behind crushing him. Jacoby spun him around and placed his left arm across the upper part of his chest and took his right and again began slamming Joey in the belly. Joey's gut had taken a severe beating so far and now the well sculpted stomach muscles were starting to give way to the pounding. Jacoby laid in another twenty massive blows. The last one Jacoby put just a bit more force behind and Joey thought Jacoby had hit his spin from the front! Jacoby stepped back and admired his work as Joey fell to his knees.

The once proud abs were now beaten red. They bulged out and hung over the waistband of the orange bikini like a small pouch. Joey was still bleeding from his nose and lip and blood spattered his chest and chin. His head was spinning and his stomach ached like mad but Joey still knew that he had a chance. Dane was outside the ring and called in to him, "Come on Joey, that's enough. Just submit!" Joey looked at him and the word 'submit' really struck a nerve in him. He almost immediately got to his feet and Jacoby just smiled.

As Jacoby came in to finish off the blonde muscleboy Joey struck like a wounded animal. He rammed a punch to Jacoby's nuts stunning the tough lightweight. Joey brought a forearm across the back and Jacoby went to his knees. A hard kick to Jacoby's underside flipped him over and Joey dropped his dead weight down onto Jacoby's still relatively unhurt gut. Jacoby grunted and Joey balled his fist and rammed it into the lightweight's face! Joey was mad and now he launched into a series of punches that had Jacoby hurt and bleeding from his nose too. Joey then pulled Jacoby up.

Outside the ring Marcus wrapped his hands over his head as he saw the tide change and he groaned with displeasure and said, "Come on Jacoby! Get back to your game plan and beat the shit out of him!"

Jacoby felt himself being tossed to the ropes. He had had total control of the match so far and wanted to get it back. He allowed himself to get thrown to the ropes. As he bounced back he saw Joey set up to land a clothesline. Jacoby ducked under it swinging a hard fist to the battered belly. Jacoby's momentum plus his own strong arm caused the swinging fist to sink deep in the shredded abs and Joey doubled over instantly and went to his knees holding his hurt midsection. Jacoby hit the ropes on the other side and came bouncing off them and dropped a forearm across the back of the head driving Joey down to the mats face first! Jacoby continued to use the ropes and bounced off them again and launched himself up into a semi-swan dive and drove his full body weight into Joey's back with a big splash!

Jacoby flipped Joey over and sat on his chest putting his ankles over his arms. He then teed off yet again on the soft belly with driving punch after driving punch. Jacoby's fists plunged into the soft belly meat that now offered no resistance again and again. Joey's guts gurgled and growled as if they were trying to speak their dislike of their treatment but Jacoby hammered away more. Another twenty or so lefts and rights drove into the quivering mass of flesh that once were Joey's impressive abdominals. Joey had tears well up in his eyes at the beating. Jacoby drove one more final punch into the navel and felt it drive deep within the body and he stood. Joey could not believe how badly he was getting beaten. Jacoby strutted above him and looked over to where Joey's friends stood watching with great concern. Jacoby looked from Wesley to Patrick and said, "So, which one of you is next?" Both boys stared back at him with a steely gaze.

As Jacoby taunted his friends Joey managed to crawl up the ropes to his feet. When Jacoby turned back to him he was shocked to see his opponent standing before him. On wobbly legs Joey made his hands into fists and said, "Come on!" Jacoby was more than happy to oblige. He danced in still with a lot of bounce in his step as Joey could barely stay on his feet. Jacoby shot in a kick to the sagging belly and Joey doubled over again. Jacoby then grabbed him in a side head lock and slammed a punch upward that hit Joey in the eye opening up a gash above it. Joey fell backward to the mats wondering which part of his body hurt most.

Jacoby then flopped his butt down on Joey's gut and decided to give the pecs a treatment. He laid in fist after fist to each of the bulging pectoral muscles. Jacoby actually was growing tired of having to throw the punches but they continued to pepper the hard chest muscles as Joey's chest grew redder by the second! Jacoby then put both knees into Joey's soft gut and clamped on a claw over each of the now beaten pecs. Joey pounded the mats in frustration and grimaced in pain. From the outside Joey heard Dane say, "Joey, come on give it up!" and heard Patrick too say, "Joey PLEASE submit!" Again the word submit went through him like a knife. He used his hands in a more constructive manner than hitting the mats. He brought both of them up and slammed either side of Jacoby's neck stunning the tough lightweight and knocking him off.

Joey rolled to his side and tried to get up but he found that using his abdominal or chest muscles at all was causing pain. He barely got to his feet with the use of the ropes. Jacoby was not nearly so badly hurt and when Joey turned he saw him standing before him fully recovered. Jacoby slammed a fist into the gut that he turned into a claw. The fingers sunk deep into the tenderized guts and Joey moaned. Jacoby then steered Joey to the center of the ring and put his left arm around Joey and continued the claw sinking it deeper all the time. Jacoby could feel the vibrations as Joey's guts gurgled and growled. Jacoby then hurled himself backward to the ropes and turned the rebound into a belly to belly suplex with his claw firmly planted in between. As Joey hit the mats Jacoby's driving weight forced the claw that much harder into the not totally softened gut. Joey thought he felt Jacoby touch his backbone. Tears streamed down his face. He felt his emotions spinning out of control. He didn't want to lose again the idea of being a "jobber" was almost as painful as the claw ripping his guts apart....almost. At last he could stand no more. He pushed his pride aside and said, "I submit..OK OK I submit!" Jacoby did not release the hold he only clamped int on harder and Joey screamed, "Aaaaghhh!..I SAID I SUBMIT!" Still Jacoby did not let him go and smiled as he dug in deeper. Joey screamed in agony.

Jacoby felt a hand pull him off of his victim. As he turned he very briefly saw the angry face of Patrick followed quickly by fist to the face. Patrick straddled Jacoby and rammed another three hard fists to the face as he said, "He fucking submitted you jerk! When a guy submits you let him go! Or don't you understand?" Patrick drove his point home with another punch that nailed Jacoby in the stomach. Patrick then went to Joey's side. Wesley was there too as was JP and Dane. Patrick took Joey's head into his lap and used a tissue to wipe away the brave boy's blood, sweat and tears. Joey was hurt but he was more concerned with another loss. He was perhaps the toughest all around competitor in the league and was crying at the thought of being known as a loser or jobber. "You're no jobber Joey", said Patrick, "you're on tough SOB!" Patrick ran his hand down Joey's gut and when it touched the beaten lower belly area Joey flinched a little and Patrick said, "Come on, lets get you home." With the help of the others Patrick got Joey to his feet and they slowly made their way out of the gym.

Jacoby had won and a few wrestlers congratulated him notably Marcus who was pleased beyond belief at Joey's destruction. The rest of the wrestlers left in groups or pairs. Even the now much despised Corwin and Drew left with each other. At last Jacoby, the winner of the match, was left to exit the building...alone still.