LOCKER ROOM PRELUDE

Kevin had finished suiting up in his wrestling trunks and was waiting until time for his match. Steve walked in still dressed in street clothes. He made a bee line for Kevin pushing aside other members of the Posse. "I still don't see why I can't just pound the little shit for what he did to me in the Battle Royal," he screamed at Kevin.

"Comon Steve, use a little common sense. If he did that the powers that be at TW would be up in arms. A big heavyweight like you, pounding on a very small lightweight like Benji."

"Yeah so the fuck what. They'd suspend me for a little while but it would be worth it. I've got my honor to think about you know," Steve replied hotly.

"I don't think it would be that easy Steve. Look it's one thing if you pounce on Bastian or Cody or Dane. They are big boys and know what they are getting into. But if you jumped the little guy it would be something else. Hell, truth be known if I or Willy jumped the worthless little shithead there would probably still be hell to pay. The audience has a certain respect for the little prick because he at least tries to play with the big boys. The administrator's at TW would catch hell from everyone if something like that happened," was Kevin's calm response.

"Damn it, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK. I don't care man, there is my honor - hell even my girlfriend is giving me crap," was Steve's uncalm response.

"Listen man, you are part of the Posse now. You have "group honor". I will get your revenge for you, that you can count on," Kevin replied with a certain steely calm.

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On the other side of the locker room, Benji was pacing somewhat nervously. He knew that this wasn't going to be "just" a match. He also knew that Kevin was a better wrestler. For almost a week the members of the Posse had been reminding him of that verbally at every opportunity. They had already achieved the first goal - play with the man's mind.

"Just remember, stay true to your game. You HAVE to get a fast and early edge in the match," Bastian told the nervous teen. "Once you do that just play your game out."

Just then the announcements began:

LADIES AND GENTLEMAN. THIS NEXT MATCH IS A SINGLE FALL MATCH FEATURING TWO OF LIGHTWEIGHTS. ENTERING FIRST IS 14 YEAR OLD BENJI STANDING 5'8" AND WEIGHING IN AT 136 POUNDS.

HIS OPPONENT IS 14 YEAR OLD, 5'6" 124 POUND KEVIN. There was a very loud chorus of boos as Kevin was announced and entered the ring.

Kevin and Benji approached each other toward the center of the ring. Benji raised his hands to challenge Kevin to a test of strength.

Kevin laughed "You've got to be kidding boy. But come on and I'll show you a man's strength."

Just as they were about to clasp hands, Benji kicked out with a boot to Kevin's balls. Kevin's eyes got wide and then an "umpphh" issued from his mouth as he started to bend over. Benji seized the opportunity and grabbed his opponent by the head and neck and executed a DDT on the Posse leader.

As Kevin's head hit the mat he began to see stars. The crowd was roaring it's approval. Benji quickly rolled Kevin over onto his back and delivered a series of stomps to the abdomen. He followed these up by 6 knee drops and 4 elbow drops to the stomach. Kevin's abs were on fire, but then again so were his balls. But what hurt him the most was that this little good for nothing punk had gained a quick advantage - and was working it for all it was worth.

Benji ignored the crowds cheers, reached down and pulled Kevin to his feet by his hair. He then whipped the lightweight into the ropes and as he bounced off and back into the ring he was met by the bottom of Benji's boot. The weakened abs absorbed the blow forcing the air from Kevin's lungs. The "whoosh" of escaping air was accompanied by a lot of spittle as well. Before he could slump to the mat, Benji grabbed him and Irish whipped him into the corner turnbuckle. He then charged in, driving his shoulder's into the exposed gut.

He then grabbed Kevin's arms, threw them over the top ring ropes on each side, and delivered a series of left-right combo's into the wide open gut. While his punches weren't the strongest, they took there toll on the already battered abs. Kevin was in a world of hurt.

As Benji stood back, Kevin was able to raise his right foot and deliver a kick into Benji's upper chest, knocking the teen back. While it did not do much damage, it did afford Kevin the opportunity to drop to the mat and roll out of the ring for a refresher.

However, Benji wasn't having any of that. He knew that he had to keep the pressure on or he was in trouble. He was not going to underestimate the little gangster. He quickly exited the ropes onto the ring apron and delivered an elbow to the back of the unsuspecting Kevin driving him to the floor.

Benji crotch grabbed Kevin, lifted him up and then dropped him stomach first onto his bony knee. He then dropped the teen. He quickly slipped back through the ropes into the ring long enough to break the count and then went back to the floor. This time he picked Kevin up and gut busted him over the metal security rail. Kevin thought he was going to puke.

Benji pulled Kevin by his hair and literally drug the woozy, hurting teen back into the ring. He made sure that both of them were in the middle of the ring and then applied an abdominal stretch. Kevin screamed in agony.

"Common, "Mr Posse" man," Benji challenged with sarcasm dripping from his voice, "let's hear you give up."

Kevin's reply was a very anguished "fuck you, asshole." Kevin tried to power Benji over his hips, but his abs did not have the power. He was in world of hurt and knew that if something didn't change soon he was going to have to submit to the smallest guy in the league.

However, that something soon was charging down toward the ring even as Kevin was trying to figure out what to do.

LOCKER ROOM INTERLUDE

Although not really happy, Steve had decided that Kevin was right. Still he wanted to pound the shit. Although he didn't like it he also agreed with Kevin that the other Posse members could not interfere in this match. The powers that be were aware of the antagonism surrounding this match and were determined to see that it not get out of hand. Therefore the posse had agreed to stay in the locker rooms for the match's duration. After the match was another story all together.

Steve began preparing for his match. He had just finished stripping when he overheard a couple of the other wrestlers laughing about how Benji was beating Kevin's ass. He needed to see for himself. He quickly grabbed his gray shorts and slipped them on and walked toward the door. What he saw incensed him. The no good worthless like shit who called himself a wrestler had Kevin in a very affective and potentially match ending hold.

He didn't give a fuck what happened or what he promised Kevin, he wasn't about to let that happen. He pushed off the other Posse members (much to his later regret) and entered the arena.

Steve had come out of the dressing room as and was charging the ring. He wasn't about to let this damned little punk embarrass another member of the Posse. Steve was wearing his gray shorts, but did not have his wrestling boots on. Un-noticed by Steve was that Tommy was sitting in the front row watching the matches as a spectator and to cheer on his friend Benji.

Tommy saw Steve coming and started toward the ring as well. He wasn't sure what the hell he was going to do but at thought that at least Benji and he would go down fighting. Just as Steve reached the ring and jumped up on the apron, Tommy jumped for Steve. Hearing the commotion, the ref turned to see what was happening and approached toward Steve.

Tommy's jump was mistimed and he was unable to grab Steve by his shoulders and instead found himself slipping down the back. As his hands reached the waistband of Steve's shorts he grabbed onto the material on both sides. With his momentum and the fact that he was literally "hanging" from the shorts, the shorts slipped down over Steve's waist. His attempt to grab at them was futile. His shorts were quickly around his ankles and Steve was mooning half the audience. A load roar of laughter was heard.

As the shorts hit his ankles, Tommy also hit the floor and fell backward, pulling Steve off the apron and onto the arena floor. As Tommy quickly got to his feet, he realized that he had Steve's short's in his hands. For a moment it was if the world had stopped as Tommy looked down at Steve. He could see the face turning red and the murderous intent in the eyes.

"Oh, Fuck", thought Tommy. He then did the only smart, logical thing to do - He ran like hell back toward the dressing room. He tossed the shorts into the crowd where a small fight broke out between several of the girls who wanted to own those shorts.

Once Steve realized what was happening as he fell naked from the ring apron, he abandoned any attempt to help Kevin. Instead he stood, covered his groin as best he could and charged back to the dressing room. The roar of the crowd was in his ears, but everyone could hear his bellow of outrage at the back of the residing Tommy. "I'm going to kick your skinny little ass you fucking son of a bitch."

When Tommy hit the dressing room he did not stop, instead making a beeline for the back door before anyone could figure out what happened. As he exited the building he slipped and hit the right eye on the corner of the door, but still didn't stop. He was on his bicycle and away from the arena as quickly as he could. While he knew that there would be hell to pay, he was laughing as he pedaled away.

Once back in the locker room, Steve was swearing, shouting and slamming things around while Bastian and some of his friends broke out in a chorus of Credence Clearwater Revival's "Bad Moon Rising". This only antagonized the heavyweight more and he vowed to get retribution.

BACK TO THE ACTION

When the ref turned to check on the distraction that was occurring, Kevin saw his opportunity to strike. He quickly brought his free left hand up and raked Benji across the eyes. Benji tried to hang on, but Kevin repeated the move forcing Benji to break the hold. As Kevin hit the mat he spun around and delivered a pump handle up between the larger teen's legs, slamming his forearm into the balls and forcing them up against the pelvic bone. Benji's was one of the least experienced of the wrestlers. He had not had much opportunity to toughen up, especially his nuts. He felt like a bomb had gone off in his crotch and his eyes bugged out, his lips opened but no sound came out and he collapsed to the mat.

While Benji was down, Kevin was by no means in much better shape. However, because of his experience he knew that he would recover first. Once the ref determined that Steve was not any danger (except maybe for breaking a few obscenity laws) he turned back to the action. What greeted him was both Benji and Kevin laying on the mat. He began a ten count. Kevin was nothing if not ring wise, so he waited until the count of nine before getting back to his feet. It was a little struggle, but he was fired up now. He walked over, grabbed Benji by the hair and pulled him to his feet.

"Payback time now pussy boy", he hissed as he drove his fist into Benji's lower gut. Kevin knew that a good solid blow to the balls, did more than hurt the nuts, it also made it more difficult to tense the abs - and he intended to use that to his advantage. He was going to show Benji what gut work was all about.

Kevin pulled Benji back up and whipped him into the ropes. As Benji rebounded he was met by Kevin's knee into his midsection. As he bent over from the blow, Kevin quickly grabbed him by the neck and the trunks and gut busted the teen over his knee. Benji dropped to the mat where he was turned over onto his back and Kevin jumped landing both knees into the gut. Benji "oomphed" and sat up to try to relieve the pain in his abs. Kevin quickly followed up with two kicks with the toe of his boots into the abs. As Benji sank back to the mat, Kevin, straddled the wrestler and then splashed down on his chest forcing the air from his lungs. Kevin was now sitting on Benji's chest facing his feet. Benji's arms were trapped under Kevin's knees. Kevin began a rain of fists into the exposed and open abdomen. As the ref started the count for use of the fist, Kevin continued to slam into the abs until the ref hit four and then the next blow went to the balls.

Benji felt as if his entire trunks was on fire. Kevin stood, flexed and posed for the crowd and then pulled Benji off the mat. He bent him over and locked his head under Kevin's pit and then lifting him up in what looked liked a suplex. However, instead Kevin brought him forward and slammed him gut first into the corner ringpost before pulling back and executing the suplex. Kevin dropped a series of knees into Benji's softening abs, before throwing him out of the ring. He quickly followed the teen out and picking him up, gutbusted him over the security rail twice. Benji was now in a world of hurt. He was tossed back into the ring.

Kevin looked toward the dressing room and saw Lance and Rusty standing there. He nodded and then went for the finisher. He delivered a series of three knee drops into the open gut before turning the teen over on his back. He reached down, grabbed Benji's ankles and bent the leg's at the knee. It almost looked like he was going for a Boston crab. However, instead he crossed Benji's ankles and locked them under Kevin's butt. He then reached back grabbed Benji's arms a the wrists and then lifted. Benji was now is a floating bow and arrow. The pain in his abs became unbearable and he uttered his "I give, I give, no more".

"With more respect than that asshole," was Kevin's response as he refused to release the hold.

"Stop, stop, no more, I give, I give" screamed the hurting teen. Finally the ref got Kevin to release the hold. By then Lance and Rusty had entered the ring.

"Where's Steve," asked Kevin somewhat confused. He had not seen what had happened to his HW earlier.

"Uh, ah, he's not available," was all Rusty said.

Lance had pulled Benji to his feet and at Kevin's signal had whipped him toward Rusty who was kneeling on the mat. As Benji ran into Rusty, Rusty dug his fingers into the gut in a powerful claw and lifted Benji over his heads. The scream of agony was pouring from Benji's lips. Rusty ignored the ref's attempt to help Benji.

Finally Bastian came charging down the aisle to assist, only to be met by a flying Benji. As Bastian had gotten closed to the ring, Rusty had just tossed him over the ropes and into Bastian who went down under the weight. As the Posse walked by, Lance delivered a kick to Bastian's unprotected nuts.

The posse members loved the boos and chaos they left behind.

POST MATCH

Kevin was livid when he got the report of what had happened to Steve. He wanted to destroy Tommy then and there but was told that Tommy had high tailed it.

Kevin looked over at Steve who sat on the bench in his wrestler trunks. His face was still purple from his rage and embarrassment. "Well, looks like the LW's are going to have to redeem the honor of the HW's again," he spoke with scorn.

Steve looked up and was about to respond both verbally and physically, when an official from TW walked in.

"Look Steve, sorry about what happened tonight, but it was an accident."

"Accident my ass," Steve started to say, but with those choice of words other wrestlers chortled. Steve stood and was ready to take on everyone at that point.

"It was an accident and it stops here. Understood??"

Kevin restrained Steve and said, "Understood." He understood all right, the league was run by a bunch of wussies. But he and the Posse would get even.

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Bastian helped Benji back into the locker room. While no serious physical damage had been done, Benji was beginning to rethink his entire interest in TW wrestling.