bgklmangler Tommy vs Steve

LADIES AND GENTLEMAN. OUR FINAL MATCH FOR THE EVENING IS SPECIAL CHALLENGE MATCH. OUR FIRST COMBATANT, WHO FOUGHT EARLIER IN THE EVINING, FROM LIGHT WEIGHT DIVISION IS TOMMY. Tommy jogged down to the ring ignoring the fans. His gut still hurt from the earlier match and it took all his concentration to look "natural". HIS OPPONENT FROM THE HEAVYWEIGHT DIVISION IS STEVE. Steve ran full bore down to the ring. He too ignored the shouts from the crowd. He had only one thought on his mind ?destruction.

As the bell sounded, Steve charged across the ring, driving a shoulder into Tommy's midsection and driving him back into the ringpost. He wasn't going to waste anytime. He followed this up by grabbing Tommy's left hand and slingshotting him across the ring into the other ringpost. He quickly followed up with another shoulder block into the stomach. Even without the earlier abuse, Tommy would have been hurting and winded. But now is was even worse.

Steve grabbed each of Tommy's wrist along with the top ring rope, spreading him out in the corner. He then delivered a series of shoulder smashes into the stomach. Tommy was really hurting because of his earlier abuse and inability to catch his breath. After the 5th shoulder block, Steve stood back and watched Tommy fall to the mat.

He then picked the smaller teen up, and delivered a gut buster over his knee. As Tommy rolled around on the mat, Steve flexed and showed off for the audience. When Steve turned to pull Tommy up, Tommy attempted to deliver a fist into the lower abdominals. However, he was so winded and Steve was so solidly built that the blow had almost no effect.

Tommy was pulled to his feet, then Steve reached around him and joined his hands together in the small of Tommy's back, lifted and squeezed. Tommy was now in a bear hug that felt like it was being administered by a real bear.

"I gotta hand it to you, " Steve said only loud enough for Tommy to hear. "You've got balls. No brains at all, but balls."

After about five minutes, Tommy was in a world of pain. He knew that he should just submit and get it over with, but he was going to last as long as he could. Maybe he would get at least a little respect from others, if not from Bastian.

Tiring of the bear hug, Steve dropped Tommy to the mat and administered a series of stomps, elbow drops and kicks to the abs. Tommy felt as if insides were being permanently re-arranged. He then turned Tommy to his stomach, sat on his back, locked his hands around Tommy's chin and leaned back trying to pull Tommy's head off in a camel clutch. Tommy couldn't decide which hurt worse, the pain in his back or the pain in his stomach.

Sensing that Tommy might be nearing the end, Steve released the hold. He then picked Tommy up in an over the shoulder backbreaker, pulling down on the chin and the thighs at the same time. Tommy felt like he was going to break in two. Steve held the hold for only a very short time because he could sense that Tommy was about to give. He wasn't going to make it that easy. Also, he decided that he was going to get the ultimate humiliation from Tommy. He was going to so torture and frighten him that Tommy was going to give without being in any hold. That should just about take care of the little shit's reputation and probably make him leave the TW as well.

Steve bounced up and down before dropping the backbreaker. He then applied a boston crab, pulling back so hard that Tommy's heels were almost touching his head. He also bounced up and down on the back. Tommy was pounding the mat in pain. He finally realized that Bastian had been right, this was a damned stupid thing to do. Just as he was about to submit, Steve dropped the hold. Tommy couldn't bring himself to submit as he lay on the mat. He still had some pride left ? but not for long if Steve had anything to do with it.

He pulled Tommy up and applied an abdominal stretch. Tommy felt the fibers of his abdomen stretching out and he swore that he could hear them ripping as well. The pain was so intense that his vision was blurred. Suddenly the pain in his abdomen intensified several fold as he felt a fist slam into his abdomen.

"You stupid little fuck. I told you not to do this. Maybe in the future you'll pay attention to your betters," Bastian yelled as he pounded away. For much to Steve's surprise, Bastian had entered the ring just after the abdominal stretch had been applied. As Steve had started to release the hold to defend himself, he was shocked to see Bastian hit Tommy.

Bastian looked up at Steve and said "sometimes you try to help the unfortunate and they just don't listen. So you gotta beat it into them."

Steve just smiled and replied "you got that right."

The ref was signaling for the bell and trying to restore order. The rest of the Posse had started toward the ring when they saw Bastian enter and now reached the ring.

"Release the little puke," Kevin commanded.

Steve looked at Kevin seeming to ignore him before he released the hold. Tommy dropped like a rock. Kevin dropped down onto Tommy's chest and began pounding away at the defenseless abs. Each blow felt like it went all the way through to his back.

"You stupid little shit. Nobody fucks with the posse without paying the price." Kevin punctuated each word with a fist into the destroyed abdominals.

Finally other wrestlers and the TW officials entered the ring and managed to get Tommy out of harm's way and back to the dressing room.

Kevin picked up the mic, "Nobody, but NOBODY, fucks with the Posse," he screamed. The crowd boo'd. The Posse and their newest member, Bastian, then made their way back to the locker room.

Tommy was sitting on a bench hunched over. It was all he could do not to puke or cry. Not just because of the beating, but because Bastian had betrayed him.

"Hey Steve, you think the little shit's debt is paid up now, " Bastian smirked while looking at Tommy.

"Oh, yeah, he is paid up in spades. Don't need anything else from him," Steve replied, laughing.

"Let that be a lesson to anyone who screws with the posse," Kevin yelled at the assembled wrestlers.

While many of the wrestlers took exceptions to the comments and were about to "comment" themselves, they stopped when they saw Bastian heading toward Tommy. Dane and Cody started to get between the two.

"Relax guys," Bastian replied. "I ain't going do anything to the boy. Just a couple of words I need to have with him. You can stand and watch. If I do anything, you can beat the shit out of me then."

Warily Dane and Cody stepped back, but stayed within striking range.

Bastian went over, sat on the bench next to Tommy and placed his arm over the defeated teens shoulder. Tommy tried to pull away but didn't have the strength.

"What time you leave to take the bus to school on Monday?", he asked.

"What??" Tommy replied in a bewildered tone.

"What time you leave to take the bus to school on Monday, I asked. Just answer the damn question,"

"7:30. Why?"

With that Bastian rose, turned to Tommy's locker opened it, reached inside and pulled something out.

All the other wrestlers, including the Posse, were waiting for anticipation to see what Evil Bastian had in mind. Dane actually had to reach out and put an arm on Cody's to stop him from attacking Bastian saying "cool it, nothing's happened yet."

Everyone' was still watching when Bastian turned around and looked directly at Steve. "Tommy here says you can pick him up for school at 7:30 on Monday morning."

Tommy looked at Bastian horrified ? wasn't his former friend satisfied with the beating he had already taken.

Steve looked perplexed and then laughed, "And just why the fuck would I do that?"

Tossing the item he had taken from Tommy's locker at Steve, Bastian sneered "Because you are a fucking loser, asshole."

Steve grabbed the object. At about the same time both Dane and Cody began laughing and doubled over.

Steve looked at the object in his hand and opened it up to see that it was the grey sweatshirt with the word "loser" on it. He still looked a little confused.

Bastian decided to help him out. "You lost the match, therefore by the contract you have to wear that and do what Tommy here wants for a week."

"No fucking way. I beat the shit out of the little dickhead," Steve screamed.

"Sorry boy, you were disqualified. That make Tommy here the winner and you the LOSER," Bastian screamed the last word.

Of the Posse, Kevin was the first to figure out what had just happened. "Fuck", he muttered to no on in particular as a look of disgust came over his face. He just looked at Steve with murder in his eyes.

By now Dane and Cody were laughing so hard they could barely stand up. Tommy looked like to wanted to crawl under the floor. What the hell was Bastian doing to him.

"There is no fucking way I am wearing this and doing what that toady wants," Steve screamed as he threw the shirt back at Bastian.

"You will unless you want to face a suspension," came a voice from the doorway. Everyone turned to see the commissioner standing there. "You signed the contract, so you live up to it or else."

"But Bastian interfered in the match causing a DQ. I had the little fuck beat," Steve yelled.

"Contract doesn't have any exceptions to DQ's. You either live up to your end of it or face the consequences." While the commissioner had come in here to let Tommy have it for his little stunt, he had overheard the conversation and decided that maybe he would just let things work themselves out. It would hopefully teach the Posse a little lesson.

In spite of Steve's ranting and raving the commissioner wouldn't back down. Kevin shot Bastian what could only be described as the ULTIMATE evil eye before he and the Posse left. The other wrestler's went back to their business. Bastian then turned and walked over to the bench where Tommy was sitting. "Sorry about the punches Tommy, but it's all I could think of to get you out of the mess you had gotten yourself into," he said with some regret and sadness in his voice.

"Oh thanks a lot. Not only did I just take the beating of my life, but now the Posse is even more pissed off at me and out to get me," Tommy sobbed as he began to cry.

Bastian placed his arm around his little friend. "Nah, buddy it's not you they are after. It's me. They have a new target now so you will be safe. Just don't do much to piss Steve off this week. Let me and the other kids do that. Nope, they aren't after you anymore, now it's me they want." And Bastian got a quant little smile on his lips because there was nothing he liked better than a little feud.