muscle_punk MW: Randy Vs Thom: Part 1 JOBBER BOY Vs THE WIMP

The TW promoters were looking for an under card match. They wanted to use a couple of guys that had little to no ring time. They checked the roster and came up with a couple of names.

But even they had second thoughts as the two names on the list came down to Randy (The Wimp) and Thom alias Jobber Boy.

They wondered how much interest a battle between wimps would garner.

Thom had won body building contests, but the kid was not a wrestler. Randy on the other hand looked like your all around wuss. He even had a scared look on his face. The look said hit me hard enough and I'll cry. Thom on the other hand could take the punishment in the ring, he just did not know how to counter the moves.

The promoters decided to get the match signed.

Both teens were eager for more ring time. Thom thought he might actually walk away with a win.

Randy eyed the good-looking teen, but knew this was a waste of even his time. He had no doubt he could beat this jobber badly.

The audience was not overly enthused about this match of wimps. They showed their displeasure as soon as the contestants were introduced.

'LADIES AND GENTLEMEN OUR LEAD OFF MATCH IS A MW CONTEST. FIRST MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING WEIGHING 159 POUNDS AND STANDING 5'8 IS RANDY."

Almost immediately taunts of "Randy the WIMP" swept through the arena.

Randy was undaunted. He was called far worse in school.

The funny thing was, Randy knew he was a wuss. But he loved wrestling.

Randy stood in his corner and waited for the Jobber Boy to make his entrance.

"His opponent for this match is making his way down the aisle. HE STANDS 5'10" TALL AND WEIGHED IN AT 172 POUNDS. HE IS THOM"

A few young ladies whistled as the well built Jobber made his way to the squared circle.

Like with Randy the taunts started. "Jobber BOY, Jobber Boy" Swept the arena.

Thom did not care. He was about to shed his image as Jobber BOY by squashing this wimp. He had been training hard the last few weeks with guys like Patrick and Joey. This was done under the watchful eye of Dane and Cody.

At first Thom had hated the hard working overs he was taking, but gradually he got tougher.

Now he was going to prove himself and his new found ability.

Dane, Joey, Patrick and Cody were seat in the arena. They wanted to see how well Thom performed. They were glad he had a match with a guy he could possibly squash.

The bell sounded and the Wimp and the Jobber locked up. Randy was surprised that Thom was as strong as he looked. Thom started to muscle him back to the ropes. Randy put on the brakes and slammed a hard knee low to Thom's crotch.

Before the ref could caution him Randy shoved Thom to the ropes and drove another knee in hard and low.

Thom crumbled to the mat in a quivering heap as he hugged his groin.

The ref shoved Randy back. "Watch the low shots. This was wrestling not a NHB match."

Randy shrugged and moved in on Jobber Boy. He drug the teen to his feet and shoved him back to the corner. Randy then drove four hard closed fists to Thom's hard looking but soft gut.

As Thom doubled forward Randy drove his knee to Thom's pretty boy face.

Dane and Cody looked at each other as Thom got squashed by Randy the Wimp.

Thom's head snapped back and Randy again attempted a low blow. He knew it was the only way he could win. Thom was dazed but ready. As Randy's fist headed for his balls, Thom sent a hard fist deep into Randy's soft belly. Randy whished out his air and fell to his knees.

Thom gripped the ropes and waited for Randy to stand. As he did Thom sent both feet crashing into the Wimp's gut.

Randy cried out and clutched his stomach. He stumbled back to the opposite corner and dropped to his knees.

Thom waded in. He gripped Randy by the nape of the neck and stood him erect in the corner. He slammed a back handed chop across his lean chest and followed this with two knee lifts to his soft belly. Thom then gripped Randy's wrist and Irish whipped him across the ring to the opposite corner.

Randy hit hard and slumped in the corner trying to catch his breath.

Thom charged. Randy saw him coming and instinctively raised his foot. Thom crashed gut first into Randy's upraised foot.

Thom fell to his knees sucking wind.

Randy sent a hard side kick to Thom's head.

Thom fell to the mat. Randy moved slowly and lifted Thom from the canvas. He gutbusted the body builder over his knee and let him roll to the mat. Randy stood back and kicked the Jobber twice in the ribs.

The audience cheered as the Wimp took it to the Jobber.

Randy took his foot and rolled Thom to his back. He then dropped down with both knees to the Jobber's stomach. Thom whished out his air as the 159 pounds crushed his soft gut.

Randy pulled the jobber from the mat and flung him to the corner. He waded in and started digging hard shots to Thom's gut. Thom was sagging in the corner as the Wimp worked him over.

It was apparent neither teen knew the basics of wrestling. They were going for fists and knees, but no real power moves of holds.

Thom was slowly being punched down to his knees. He was gasping for breath. As he fell he acted out of desperation. He slammed a head butt to Randy's groin.

Randy yelled out and stumbled backwards.

Thom knew he had to get his mind on wrestling and off the pain in his gut. He took a few deep breaths and moved out of the corner.

He reached down and slipped a headlock on Randy. As he did he turned it into a neck breaker. Randy's head bounced off Thom's powerful shoulder.

Randy fell to the mat clutching his head and neck.

Thom pulled the teen from the mat and hooked his waist. He lifted the Wimp up and dropped him over his shoulders in a snap suplex. Randy hit the mat hard. Thom kept his waist hook and moved into a bridge pinning Randy's shoulders to the mat.

The ref counted. He got to one and Randy rolled out of the hold.

Randy was sucking wind ad Thom got to his feet and laid two hard kicks to his soft gut. Randy folded up and gasped for air.

Thom gripped Randy by the nape of the neck and pulled him to his feet. He gripped the Wimp's arm and whipped him to the ropes. As Randy flew back Thom drove a super kick deep into his belly. Randy fell backwards to the corner clutching his stomach.

Thom charged hard and fast. He plowed a hard shoulder block to Randy's gut. As Randy doubled over Thom lifted him and back body dropped him to the center of the ring.

Randy hit hard and lie still. Thom climbed the ropes and stood on the top one. He took aim and leapt off. His knees impacted with Randy's soft stomach. Randy yelled out as the blow dug in deep. Randy thought he would blow his lunch as he felt his stomach being squashed under the 172 pounds of Jobber Boy.

Thom stood from his battered foe and drug him to his feet again. He whipped him to the ropes. This time as Randy came off Thom lifted him and applied a back breaker. Thom held Randy draped over his knees and slammed three elbows to his gut. Randy yelled out in pain as his gut took another bashing.

Thom let Randy roll from his knees to the mat. He stood behind Randy waiting for him to get to his knees. As he did Thom slapped on a full nelson. He pulled Randy to his feet. Thom muscled the Wimp's chin to his chest. Thom then kicked Randy's leg out from under him.

Thom locked on a rear body scissors along with his full nelson. He squeezed down on Randy's tender stomach.

Randy cried out as he felt the powerful legs start to crush him. He tried to break the full nelson, but he was spent.

Thom decided to end this. He released the full nelson and locked his arms around Randy's head and applied a sleeper hold.

Randy struggled but he could feel himself going out.

The ref was there and lifted the Wimp's arm three times. As the arm fell limply to Randy's side for the third time the ref called for the bell.

Thom released the hold and leapt to his feet. He had a victory.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN YOUR WINNER WITH A BODY SCISSORS / SLEEPER HOLD IS THOM."

Thom savored his moment in the sun. He knew victories for him would be few and far between unless he worked even harder.

He stepped from the ring and strutted back to the locker room.

A short time later Randy stumbled back to the locker room. He walked right up to Thom. "Listen Jobber BOY, you got lucky. I want a rematch." Randy said as he hugged his stomach.

Thom stood to his feet. "Any time, WIMP. I will be glad to whip you again."

A few others watched as the Jobber and the Wimp agreed to a rematch.

Randy turned and walked away. He was sore and knew he needed to do some work if he were to start winning in TW. He was sick of being called a WIMP.