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Lightweight Survivor Tournament I

"How can anything that started out so simple become such a pain to administrate?" thought the TW administrator as he looked up at the sea of young faces confronting him. Everyone wanted to wrestle, and some of the original TW guys were getting concerned that they would never get back into the ring.

"OK guys, we've come up with this concept and hopefully this will help work as many of you back into arena matches as possible. What we've done is look at both records in terms of number of matches as well as how long it has been since you've been in the ring. We also want to give some of the new boys an opportunity. On the next card we will have our first Lightweight Survivor Tournament. Six boys will participate. The night of the event, we will randomly draw names. The first two will start the tournament. The winner will continue, with the next opponent pulled out of the hat. It will continue until the last boy is announced, and the survivor of the last match is the winner! When you enter the tournament will be entirely by luck of the draw, so good luck.Next week we will have a second tournament, and the week after that the two winners will meet. The winner of that match will be given a shot at the Lightweight Championship at some point in the future.

The wrestlers for the first tournament will be: Mikey, Shawn, Max, Xander, Stan, and Dawson.

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"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! Welcome to another card of TW. We are going to start out with a special treat for you. A Survivor Tournament for our Lightweight wrestlers. The rules are as follows: The names of six wrestlers have been placed in this bowl. I will pull out two names to begin the tournament. It is single elimination. The winner will face the next wrestler to be drawn out of the bowl, the loser is done for the night. Since we have to have a winner of each match for the tournament to continue, at the end of a 15 minute time limit with no winner, the referee will make a decision. The matches are to pinfall or submission. And now, for the first wrestler!" The announcer reached into the bowl. "The first contestant- This 14 year old grappler stands five feet, seven inches tall and weighs in at 142 pounds and has a TW record of no wins and one loss, introducing, Xander!"

"Shoot!" thought Xander to himself. To win he would have to go through all five of the other guys, but at least he would be back in the ring. Just his luck, debut match against one of the biggest lightweight wrestlers, Jacoby, and now first draw in the Survivor Tournament. Xander parted the curtains and ran down to the ring wrestling tonight in his old black and gold junior high singlet. Xander was well liked, and even though he had not had a match since Jacoby, he worked out constantly on the mats and in the rings of the practice facility with the other guys.

The announcer reached into the bowl again. "His opponent for the first match of the tournament is also 14 and weighs 127 pounds at a height of five feet, eight inches. He enters the tournament with a TW record of one win and one loss, please welcome back Stan!!!" The young blond with the cowlicked hair parted the curtains and paused a bit for effect. He had decided to throw a little personality into his return, and sported a pair of Revo sunglasses and wore a Nautica windbreaker to the ring along with his baggy shorts. As he hopped into the ring, he made a big show of slowly removing the sunglasses, sticking them into the jacket pocket, and then pretended to struggle to get the jacket off over his big "guns". The crowd enjoyed the show, hooting a bit since Stan's "guns" weren't that big. Stan put both hands on the shorts, paused for effect, and then dropped them. He was wrestling tonight in blue speedos. He did a double bi to the laughter of the crowd. Stan grinned. He was having fun - it was good to finally get back into the ring again!

  Across the ring, Xander just shook his head; he was a little more serious about his wrestling and was an active am ateur. Stan just loved the pro schtick. The bell rang and the two boys moved toward each other to center ring. Just as they were about to clench, Stan held up his arms and told Xander to wait. He ran over and jumped on the second rope in one corner and appealed to the crowd for applause. About half of them applauded and cheered, the others hooted. Stan jumped down and turned to find Xander waiting for him. Xander grabbed his arm and gave him a quick arm drag. Stan hit the mat with a thud, but bounced right back up, only to find Xander waiting for him there and again Xander flipped him with an arm drag. This time the young am ateur followed up and locked an arm bar on the blond.

Xander was perfectly positioned behind Stan and pulled back, working on the armbar. Stan wasn't clowning now, as he struggled in the hold. Xander was heavier than Stan and strong as an ox, and darn it, that arm bar hurt! Stan knew that there was no way he was going to muscle out of this hold, but saw that he was not that far from the ropes. Stretching his legs as far as he could and squirming a bit, Stan was able to get a foot on the bottom rope, and the ref stepped in to break the hold.

Stan got to his feet shaking his arm, backpeddling from Xander who moved right in. Xander made a quick dive and caught Stan's leg driving him back to the mat with a classic am ateur single leg takedown. As Stan struggled to escape, he turned to his stomach, and Xander was on top of him, locking in a full nelson. Stan was trapped again, and again Xander was using his superior strength and weight to control the blond. Xander powered down on the hold, and Stan struggled to no avail. Xander then rolled to his back with Stan still trapped in the full nelson, showing off his victim to the crowd. "Come on, Stan, make it easy on yourself. Give up!" yelled Xander. Stan gritted his teeth. He was a showman, but also a tougher kid than his pretty boy looks might indicate. Anyway, he had been destroyed by the best - Kevin - in his one loss. Compared to what Kevin had done to him, so far Xander was being kind!

Xander had made a mistake in turning Stan over though. Now Stan no longer had to carry Xander's weight on top of him, and was able to use his legs to bridge his body up in the air, and he came down with his rear right into Xander's stomach. With a "whoosh" the air left Xander, and he released the full nelson. Stan rolled off and jumped to his feet. As Xander got back up, Stan leaped into the air and nailed him with a perfect dropkick that drove the am ateur back into the corner. With a yell, Stan ran across the ring, launched himself into the air and nailed Xander with a bodysplash. Xander sagged in the corner.

The blond quickly locked him in a headlock and ran across the ring, launching his body into the air and driving Xander's head to the mat with a flying bulldog. Xander's face hit the mat and he bounced over to his back. Stan hooked the leg and applied a full body press, but at the count of two Xander forcefully straightened his leg and kicked out.

  Xander got to his knees, chest heaving. "What happened?" he thought. The lightweight blond had suddenly turned it on out of nowhere. He looked up and Stan was approaching him with a cocky grin on his face. Xander quickly rose and sprang toward the blond with such speed that Stan was unable to prevent the young redhead from locking in a bearhug. From the bearhug position, Xander launched Stan easily up and over his head with a belly to belly suplex, sending the blond crashing to the mat. Stan was crushed by the move, and Xander quickly went for the pin, but Stan somehow managed to barely get a shoulder off the mat. Xander got to his feet, ready to go for the finisher. He grabbed Stan's head and pulled the boy to his feet. Stan was still bent over and Xander locked his arms around Stan's waist. Up into the air went the blond up over Xander's head and shoulders. Xander held him there for a moment, before he reversed the direction to drive Stan back to the mat with a powerbomb!

As Stan was flying back over Xander's head, the blond underhooked his opponent's head and Xander's own muscle sent him head first to the mat as Stan turned Xander's powerbomb into a power DDT. He flipped Xander to his back and didn't even bother hooking a leg. The ref counted: one, two, three. Ring the bell!!!

"The winner of the first match in 8 minutes, seventeen seconds, and advancing to the next round, STAN!!!!!!!!!" came the announcement. Stan had a shit-eating grin on his face as he paraded around the ring, the ref holding his hand up in victory. Xander sat on the mat, stunned. The blond came up to him and whispered in his ear, "Good match, man, I got lucky!" Xander was still able to grin. "I don't know, I won't fall for your comedy act again, that's for sure. You're tougher than you look. Good luck, you got some work ahead of you!"

Xander stepped through the ring ropes to the applause of the crowd. The audience knew that there were some grudge matches later on the card so it was nice to see good intense, but not brutal wrestling in this opening tournament.

The announcer came over the PA system. "Stan gets a 2 minute rest period, and then we will announce the next wrestler in the tournament!"

Round 2

"Ladies and gentlemen, the next wrestler!" Pulling a name card out of the bowl, the ring announcer proclaimed, "Stan's next opponent, is 16 and stands five feet 10 inches tall. He weighs in at 107 pounds, and this is his first match in TW, I give you DAWSON!!!"

The guys were a little surprised when Dawson had indicated his desire to join TW. He had only moved to town recently, and when he found out about TW he showed up at the practice facility to sign up. He looked a bit like a poster child for eating disorders. Dawson was one of those kids who could consume a ton of food but just couldn't seem to put on any weight, but he had decided not to let the lack of bulk prevent him from having some fun. He loved wrestling, especially pro style, so here he was! The curtain parted and the thin teen ran down the aisle to the ring, also in a blue speedo like Stan. It would be the battle of the bluebloods so to speak. As Dawson entered the ring, he grabbed the ring announcer and whispered in his ear. The announcer grinned broadly, sometimes he really loved these guys! "Ladies and Gentlemen, I have been advised that I made a mistake in my ring announcement. Our next contestant informs me that he is actually a native of the planet Xeron where the heavier gravitational pull means that he has an earth weight of 307 pounds, I give you the intergalactic champion, Muscles Dawson!!!"

The crowd hooted as Dawson went through a posing routine, upstaging Stan's schtick. The ref signaled for the bell, and as Stan turned around to face Dawson he saw his opponent flying across the ring his arm extended. The clothesline hit perfectly, flipping Stan backwards. The blond hit the mat with a thud. Dawson was on him in a flash, lifting him up off the mat, throwing him into the ropes and catching him with another clotheslines. Dawson's boney arms made a lethal weapon when used in this fashion. Stan was stunned. The older boy wasn't giving him much of a chance to recover. Again Dawson launched Stan into the ropes and caught him with a backdrop, sending the blond high over his head, and once again Stan hit the mat with a THUD!

Dawson had wrestled backyard style all his life, but no one really knew that much about him and his style. He had more than a few tricks up his sleeve. He slipped behind Stan and locked his legs around the kid's head with a triangle leg scissors being careful not to put the pressure on the windpipe as a choke, but rather on the side of the neck. Still, applied properly it could cut off the flow of blood and work as a sleeper, but Dawson didn't have it locked in quite that well. The thin kid had learned years ago he couldn't out power anyone with upper body strength, but his legs could be lethal weapons. Stan struggled trying to escape the hold, but Dawson had it locked in well, Stan's chin right behind his knee, trapped.

The crowd was psyched by this quick start and was yelling loudly. Stan's legs kicked wildly in the air but he couldn't break the hold. Dawson leaned back on both hands and grinned as the blond struggled to escape. Finally, Stan was able to thrash around enough that he got the momentum to turn to his belly, which forced Dawson over also. Slowly Stan brought his knees up under him, taking some of the pressure off the hold. He rested there a minute, gathering his strength. With a deep breath, Stan went for the only move he felt would get him out of this predicament -- slowly, but surely Stan extended his legs, getting his feet planted, and stood up, Dawson perched on his shoulders. The crowd went wild! That was a pretty impressive display of strength from a lightweight!

Stan staggered a bit from Dawson's weight, he really couldn't get his balance and the thin Sophomore was twisting and trying to lock in more pressure with his leglock. Stan couldn't keep his balance and suddenly fell face forward to the mat. Dawson didn't see this coming, and as Stan fell, Dawson's neck dropped across the bottom rope. Stan hit he mat with a thud, while Dawson bounced backwards and hit the back of his head on the mat behind Stan.

The blond looked around to see Dawson stunned on the mat. Stan quickly mounted the top rope and launched himself into the air with a five star frog splash. He hit perfectly, but Dawson's chest was a pretty hard landing area. Stan bounced off and rolled on the mat in pain. The move may have hurt him as much as Dawson. He crawled over and lay exhausted across the thin teen's chest. The referee counted, one, two, three, and the bell sounded loudly.

"The winner of the match, in 4 minutes, twenty seconds, and advancing to the third round, STAN!!!!!!!"

The crowd cheered loudly as the blond had pulled another one out of his hat. Stan was too tired to prance, and collapsed on his butt in the far corner for his two minute rest period. Some of the boys from the back came out to help Dawson back to the lockerroom. He was just about out of it.

Round 3

The two minutes seemed like 20 seconds to Stan. Dawson's leglock had almost put him out, and he had drawn all his reserves to break the hold. The ring announcer was back up in the ring though, and reached into the bowl to pick one of the three remaining names. Introducing our next wrestler. He is also making his debut in TW although he is a JW veteran. This 16 year old wrestler stands five feet, ten inches tall, and weighs in at 143 pounds. Introducing MAX!!"

This seemed to be the day for blue trunks. Max's had a gold stripe on one side. Max walked to the ring purposely. This was his debut with the new group and he wanted to make an impression, not a mistake. He had watched from the back and seen that his younger opponent was not to be taken lightly. Stan seemed to be able to pull rabbits out of his hat at will.

Max stepped into the ring and leaned back in his corner arms draped across the top ropes, eyes locked on his blond opponent. The bell rang and Max moved to the center of the ring, beckoning Stan to come out. Stan slowly came out of his corner, and Max extended his hand to the kid. Stan shook it, and Max held on and drove his knee right into the pit of Stan's stomach. WHOOSH!! Out went the air as Stan doubled over. Max underhooked his head and drove him to the mat with a DDT! Stan's head bounced and he flipped over on his back, stunned. The bigger teen slowly climbed to his feed and stood over Stan, then jumped in the air and came down with his knee across Stan's chest. Stan bounced on the mat, writhing in pain. A cruel grin spread across Max's face as he once again stood over Stan. The newcomer methodically repeated the maneuver, not just one more time, but TEN more times. Stan was helpless, but Max refused to go for the pin. Stan had gone through two tough matches only to find himself pitted against an older sadistic newcomer.

Max liked beating up on smaller kids. Well, he enjoyed beating up on anyone, but especially the younger smaller guys. He was your classic bully. Although he was listed at 143 pounds his true wrestling weight was closer to 150 and that gave him over 20 pounds on an exhausted Stan.

As Stan moaned on the mat beneath him, Max extended his arms up in the air to the crowd to a chorus of boos. The tournament had been hard-fought but with respect, but Max had shattered that. Hearing the boos, Max arrogantly flipped off the crowd and turned his attention back to Stan. Lifting Stan's limp body off the mat, Max easily knelt down and hoisted the exhausted blonde across his shoulders in a torture rack submission. Stan screamed in pain and quickly shouted out, "I GIVE, I GIVE, PLEASE I GIVE UP, I GIVE UP!!!!!!!!" Max grinned evilly and kept pouring on the pressure as the referee began the five count. At four, Max dropped to his knees and let the limp body of his opponent fall to the mat. The ref was in his face, but Max sneered at the official, giving the "I'm number one" salute right in front of his nose. Max then DEMANDED that the ref hold his hand up in victory. The ref was disgusted, but there was nothing else he could do.

"The winner of the match, in 4 minutes eighteen seconds, and advancing to the next round, MAX!!!!"Stan had to be helped back to the locker room, but the crowd gave him a standing ovation. Max shouted to the crowd, "What are you cheering him for? He's a LOOOOOSSSSSEEERRRR!"In the back, Mikey and Shawn, the two remaining wrestlers looked at each other. Shawn spoke up. "Whether it's you or me, we've got to shut this asshole's mouth. No way he's moving in on TW this way!" Mikey nodded. "Yeh, he's going to learn that payback is hell!"

Round 4

Max had been prancing around the ring, irritating most of the members of the audience except for a few of his friends from the JW who were hooting and shouting to everyone else, "JW RULES MAN, JW RULES!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The ring announcer reached in and picked out one of the two remaining roster slips. Our next wrestler has a TW record of one win against two losses. This sixteen year old weight in at 153 pounds, and stands five feet ten inches tall, MIKEY!!!!!!!!" When Mikey heard his name called he bolted from the back like lightning, racing to the ring and rolling under the bottom rope, ready to destroy Max. He wasn't really thinking, though because he distance between the entrance curtains and the ring was far enough for Max to see him coming and know what was on his mind. The announcer ran from the ring as Max met Mikey before he could get to his feet and started stomping across the young teen's chest. Mikey still was in his droopy pants and shorts, he hadn't had a chance to strip down to his ring gear, and Max wasn't planning on giving him the opportunity.

Max reached down and pulled Mikey's cap off his head and threw it into the crowd. He then grabbed the youngster's hair and drove his forehead into the top turnbuckle. He forced the teen around, and trapping him in the corner, draped Mikey's arms over the top ropes, opening up his midsection. Max drove knee after knee deep into the pit of Mikey's stomach. Mikey was well built, but not muscle bound. He worked his abs, but did not have that true hard six pack developed yet - Max's knees were having a devastating effect. Mikey felt like his gut was on fire. Max paused from his fierce attack to turn and hold his arms up in a victory pose to the crowd. The crowd reacted predictably, booing loudly except for the JW jerks who were whooping it up.

  Max reached down and popped the remaining fly buttons on Mikey's jeans open, then gripped the bottom and pulled them off, the movement pulling Mikey's legs out from under him and sending his head hard against the bottom turnbuckle. Max threw the jeans out of the ring. "Come on, punk, you should at least look like a wrestler when you get into the ring!" Max knew Mikey's ring gear was beneath a couple of layers of wardrobe, but the crowd didn't know that, so there was a little gasp as Max reached for the boxers and pulled them down to Mikey's ankles. Mikey was dressed in black Hunter gear square cuts. Max twirled the boxers up over his head in triumph. "Looks like I've got a trophy!"

Max was a bit overconfident. Mikey was hurt, but he wasn't out. With a low growl the teen sprang, driving his shoulder into Max's stomach. Max had a little better muscular development than Mikey, but not much, and his stomach muscles were not tensed and ready for the blow. He felt the air leave his body and he fell back on his butt. Mikey was mounted on his chest and he started raining down fists, left and right as Max held his arms up to block the shots. Luckily for Max, only a couple of the blows landed and those were on top of his head before the ref grabbed Mikey's arms and physically pulled him off.

"This is a WRESTLING match, boys! If you two don't get it under control I'll DQ BOTH of you and your friend in the back will win this tournament without even having to work up a sweat!" the ref lectured the two boys, finger wagging.

That slowed them down a bit. Mikey got his emotions under control. He was a little frustrated. He had been considered to be one of the more promising lightweight wrestlers and in spite of a debut loss to Billy had been one of the lightweights invited to the inaugural championship tournament. Then he had met Kevin in the finals, and had not had a match since that faithful day. He had something to prove to himself and to TW officials tonight, and he couldn't do it by getting DQ'ed.

The two teens circled, now back in a slower, wrestling mode. Max sensed that he had pretty well lost that initial advantage so he was a bit more cautious. They locked up, collar and elbow and struggled in a test of strength in the center of the ring. They were very evenly matched both height and weight-wise, and when they shifted from collar-elbow into an overhead wristlock, the test of strength was on. The two stood chest to chest, straining their muscles trying to gain the leverage advantage. Suddenly Max dropped to his knees and shot a fist right into Mikey's stomach. The ref cautioned him, but the damage was done. Mikey doubled over in pain.

Max grabbed Mikey's hair and pulled his head back. "I'm going to show you a few JW power wrestling moves now, punk!" Max slipped one arm through Mikey's legs and easily crotchlifted him up into a position over his head, then slammed the teen hard to the mat. Mikey bounced, and Max was on top of him, again grabbing his hair, ignoring the ref, and pulling the teen to his feet. Max grabbed one of Mikey's wrists and then brought Mikey's own arm up under his crotch and then lifted him up and slammed him with a pump-handle slam to the mat. Pain coursed through Mikey's head as he hit the mat. Max again grabbed his opponent's hair as a lever to pull him up, but this time Max stopped with Mikey still on his knees, his face about level with Max's crotch. Max then forced Mikey's head between his legs, and grabbing the teen around the waist lifted him up into the air and then let his own feet fly out as he drove Mikey to the mat with a vicious piledriver. It was over. Mikey was barely aware of his opponent flipping him over to his back and covering him with a full body press. As the refs hand lifted for the third time to pound the mat, Max grabbed Mikey's hair and lifted his head off the mat.

"Well, shit, he kicked out, ref!" Max grinned up at the official. The ref glared at the teen, just about ready to disqualify him. "One more body slam, Mikey! Max pulled the groggy teen up and as he knelt to crotch him, Mikey hooked Max's head, slipped his feet around Max's legs, and rolled the teen up into a tight cradle. The ref jumped to the mat as quickly as he could and with maybe a little bit too much speed pounded the mat three times in succession. Hey, refs are human!

The bell rang and the crowd exploded cheering. The PA system blared, the winner in 7 minutes fourteen seconds and advancing to the final round, MMMIIIIIKKKEEY7YY!!!!!"

Max was incensed!!! No way! That asshole referee pounded the mat as fast as he could, that wasn't a fair count! The teen snapped. He drove his knee down across the back of Mikey's neck, driving him to the mat. He locked his head between his legs and grasping Mikey around the waist once again, Max drove the kid's neck into the mat again with another piledriver. He wasn't through. He lifted Mikey up and draped him stomach first over his shoulder. Max then climbed the corner turnbuckles. From the top turnbuckle, with Mikey draped over his shoulder, Max launched himself into the air and drove Mikey into the mat with a top rope powerslam!

As he knelt to grab Mikey again, Shawn hit the ring and Max ran. The guys from the back poured out, and drug Max back to the back, as more for his own protection that to keep him from going back into the ring.

Mikey lay in the middle of the ring, victorious, but destroyed. The two minute rest period may not be enough for him.

Final Round

Shawn knelt down beside Mikey. "You OK, bud?" Mikey grinned slightly. "I'll live-at least for two more minutes!"

The crowd applauded Shawn's rescue of Mikey, but it was questionable whether Mikey could go on. The ref walked over to him and asked him if he wanted to continue. "No way I'm quitting now!" replied the game teen. Shawn would be a tough match. The teen had a 3-1 record, but it was a little suspect. Shawn had only wrestled 2 guys in TW. He had beaten Alex twice, and split with Timmy, but in his last match, Timmy had done a number on him, and Shawn had not wrestled since. Plus he was giving away two years and ten pounds to Mikey.

 After two minutes, the ring announcer waddled to the ring. "This will be the final match of our first lightweight Survivor Tournament. The sixth and final wrestler, already in the ring, brings a TW record of three wins against one loss to this match. This 14 year old wrestler stands five feet, nine inches tall, and weight in at 143 pounds. Wearing the black Adidas trunks, I give you SHAWN!"

The crowd applauded politely, but their hearts were with Mikey. Shawn asked the ring announcer for the mic. "Mikey took some punishment after he one his last match. I think it only fair that he gets five minutes instead of two to rest up. I want this to be a fair match!"

The crowd cheered the good sportsmanship. The ring announcer shrugged his shoulders and looked over at the TW administrator on duty. The administrator beckoned him over. "Ladies and Gentlemen, I have been advised by the TW official that although Shawn's offer epitomizes the good sportsmanship that TW is looking for, we are bound by the official contract and the rules of the tournament. We simply can't change the rules. Ring the bell.

Shawn and Mikey stood in the center of the ring facing each other as the ring announcer walked away. Shawn followed him and grabbed the mike. "Well, rules are rules, but there is nothing to keep me from just standing in my corner for a while!, and he threw down the mike and started to walk back to his corner, the crowd cheering. Mikey smiled to himself. Shawn was a good kid.Mikey never saw the superkick. It landed square on his jaw and "sweet chin music" knocked him out cold. He never heard the ref as he reluctantly pounded the mat as slowly as possible three times.

To a chorus of boos, the ref raised Shawn's hands as the blond's famous smirk spread across his face. "The winner of the match and the tournament, in an official time of twenty-three seconds, Shawn!" The ring announcer's customary bravado was absent and his voice subdued. The TW officials entered the ring and handed Shawn his special trophy for winning the tournament as the boys from the back carried a barely conscious Mikey back to the dressing room. Shawn held it high over his head, beaming. Suddenly, Max appeared at ringside and climbed into the ring. By all rights, it should have been him raising the trophy.

The older, taller boy stood facing the blond. Their eyes locked together. Then huge grins spread across their faces and they high-fived. The crowd was stunned. Then it began to dawn on them. Max had worked Mikey over for some time before Shawn had made the run-in, and Shawn had not laid a hand on Max! If this weren't enough, suddenly another figure entered the ring. The arrogant blond face was becoming all to familiar to the crowd at the TW arena. Geoffrey high-fived with the two boys and he and Max hoisted Shawn up onto their shoulders, parading him around the ring in victory, the trophy high above his head.

When the TW officials had hoped for the TW wrestlers and JW wrestlers to merge together, this probably wasn't exactly what they had in mind. . . . .. .

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