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Joey and Patrick entered the training room at the facility. They were to meet their new friend Dale there for an intense afternoon work out. They were dressed and ready yet there was still no sign of Dale. Patrick said, "Come on Joey. One of the benches is open. I'll spot ya till Dale shows up."

Joey was finishing his last rep and needed Patrick's help with the last lifts. He sat up exhausted but knowing that the hard work would go to make his already impressive build even more so. He was feeling good about himself. His self loathing funk of a few months ago was now just a footnote in his young life. His best friend Patrick too was feeling charged and ready to get back into a match. Both were scanning the filled room discussing potential opponents. Luckily making friends with Dale who was part of the new guys from the JW league had the side benefit of giving them the inside scoop on any opponents they may decide to face from that group. They in turn promised to provided Dale with anything he needed to know about the original TW wrestlers.Just as Patrick was laying back to do his set a buoyant Dale came walking over with a wide grin across his face. Patrick said, "Well, its about time you showed up. We were wondering where you were. So, spill it. What's up with the smile?" Dale said, "Well, the reason I'm late is all the paperwork you have to do here. There's a lot more to sign here to get a match than there was at JW." Joey said, "So that's where you've been? You were signing a match?" Dale nodded enthusiastically. Patrick cautiously asked, "Against one of your old JW mates I guess huh? Which one?"

Dale remembered the agreement that had about discussing opponents that he knew and his new friends didn't and vice versa. He hesitantly said, "Well...not exactly." Patrick sat up from the bench quickly and said, "Dale...what did you do? Who did you sign a match with? Please say Randy or Cliff!" Dale saw concern on both his friends and said, "Its, OK, really. He seemed like a real nice guy and he's like the same weight as me, a little shorter." Joey just said, "Who?" Dale said, "Oh, his name's Stefan."

Joey slapped his hand to his forehead as he threw his head back. Patrick just dropped his head and slowly shook it and said, "Dale, I thought we agreed we'd talk to each other before signing a match?" Dale was a bit perplexed at his friend's reaction to his opponent and said, "Well, he didn't seem like a bad guy. And he's no bigger than me." Joey said, "Dale, he's the same weight as you and he's four inches shorter. He's built like a freakin tank! He's one strong guy and mean as hell in the ring too!" Dale no longer wore his smile and said, "But come on guys. You've practiced with me. You know I can handle myself." Patrick said, "Dale its not that we don't think you're a good wrestler. We know you are. But Joey's right. Stefan is strong as shit and brutal in the ring. Plus, he's part of Kevin's Posse and that alone leads to trouble." Dale said, "I didn't know that. I guess you told me at one point but I can't remember who's in that Posse and who's not." "Well, you better start remembering." , Said Patrick.

Joey saw the dejected look on their new friend's face. He realized that their reaction had damaged his self image. Joey moved quickly to repair the damage, "Hey Dale, Listen man, Stefan's tough but he ain't no Cody. I took him apart good once outside the ring when Patrick here beat the creep Kyle. You go in there with a game plan and stick to it you can take him down. Shit Dale! I know you can. I hope you do! That little prick's been asking for it for months now." Dale brightened up. Patrick saw what Joey was doing and admired him for it. What Joey lacked in intellect he more than made up for in heart. Patrick picked up where his best friend left off, "He's right Dale. You're a damn good wrestler. Now what we need to do is get you ready." Then the three set about to do just that.

The night of the event saw Stefan standing with buddy Kyle and fellow Possemates, MW champion Luke and one half of the tag team champs Evan who Stefan had not seen since he signed with Dale and was telling him the story. "So, you meet this Dale guy then what?", asked Evan. Stefan said, "So I know this new JW guy's been hanging around with Joey and Patrick." As he said those two names he rolled his eyes and shoved his index finger into and out of his fist repeatedly and got a good laugh from everyone and continued, "So we start talking and I make it seem like I don't jack shit about anything. He starts telling me about all the matches he had in JW. I act all impressed and shit and ask him if he wants to sign with me. And...and, get this. this is the best part; I ask him to take it easy on me!" Everyone laughed at that one as they knew Stefan was easily one of the top guys in the middleweight class. Evan asked through a fading laugh, "So what did he say when you said that?" Stefan said, "Well he gets all big brother like on me saying he''d be happy to and that I shouldn't worry. He would never hurt me! do you believe that? He'd never hurt me!"

The group erupted in laughter till Kevin's voice said , "That's it, yuck it up guys. I just hope you're still laughing after the match Stefan." Stefan said, "What are you talking about? I'll pound this guy!" Kevin said , "I seem to remember Steve saying the same thing as he stepped into the match with Terry. I bet HB and Kane thought the same when they took on Sandy & Hal. Face it Stefan. And the rest of you listen up too. These JW guys are for real. So tell me Stef, what do you now about Dale? I mean Really know?" Stefan stammered to answer. He knew nothing about the tall but very fit boy from across town. Kevin shook his head in disgust, "See? Nothing! You know nothing about the guy yet to go off like a jackass and sign a match against him. I hope it all works out for you Stefan. I really do. But don't you dare go in there thinking your facing some dweeb. He may turn out to be one. But then again he may not. And I don't want him making a name for himself by beating my Posse members!"

After having berated enough Kevin said with a sly grin, "Stefan, go kick his ass! Just be careful about it and don't take chances." Kevin gave Stefan's bulging bicep a squeeze saying, "This and this", tapping Stefan's head , "will win you almost any match in the league. Just be sure to use them both equally." Stefan saw the trust Kevin still had and was buoyed by it, "I got ya Kev. Don't worry, I'll be careful! and kick his ass while doing it!" Kevin smiled back and said, "That's my boy!"

Following the LW match between Timmy and Nick the announcer said, "And now our next bout is a middleweight event. First, standing 6 feet 1 inch tall and weighing in at 170 pounds, making his TW debut...DALE!" The tall yet hard bodied 17 year old ran to the ring. There was still some biased cheering from the fans based on whether a JW boy was facing an existing league member but it seemed to be fading a little. "And, his opponent, standing 5 feet 9 inches tall and weighing in at 170 pounds...STEFAN!" Stefan trotted to the ring. Almost everyone booed him with the exception of fans of the Posse, which surprisingly were steadily growing in numbers but they were still in the minority. Stefan faced off with Dale for instructions.

Dale was taller and leaner without a hint of softness. But Stefan was built exactly like Joey described him, 'like a tank!' His chest bulged as did his 6-pack in perfect definition. This was the first time Dale had seen him shirtless and was duly impressed as he fought off a twinge of apprehension. He had faced tough, strong wrestler in JW and done well. But none of them was quite on Stefan's level. Stefan gave a slight slap at Dale's hand when he extended it. They returned to their corners as the bell rang...

Joey and Patrick had told Dale that Stefan was a bit lacking in agility and advised him to keep moving and try not to lock up. Dale charged out fast and swung a long leg catching Stefan in the right hip spinning him around. Dale turned and brought a sweeping clothesline into those hard pecs knocking Stefan yet not off his feet. Dale then launched a standing drop kick that did send Stefan to his butt as he fell into a corner.

Joey and Patrick watched from their seats near the ring. Both were apprehensive about their new friend taking on such a formidable opponent but now that Dale took quick control they breathed a little easier. But both knew Dale had a long way to go if he were to get a "W" in this match.

Dale leapt over top of the downed Stefan and began stomping down into the hard chest and abs with his big size 15 boots. Stefan was still more stunned and angry than hurt but as Dale delivered another stomp that caught Stefan's in the sternum he knew he had to get out from under this foot assault.

Dale powered his foot down again and Stefan timed his counter perfectly. Dale was shocked when Stefan simply caught his big foot in two strong hands. Stefan looked up at the taller boy and spoke a quick, "You lose!", as he gave a hard twist sending Dale down to the mats and over to his stomach. Stefan still held the black boot as he stood. He sent a hard kick into the firm thigh. He then put his weight behind a knee drop that drove into the same spot. That painful blow got a good loud cry from Dale that made Stefan smirk.

He stood and turned facing Dale's feet still holding the right foot. Stefan fell straight back in what could only be called a back to back splash. Dale was crushed into the mats. Stefan stood again and twisted the foot rolling Dale to his back. Stefan moved to apply a leg lock. Dale was hurting but managed to put his left foot to the chest and shoved Stefan off him at last.

Dale struggled yo his feet obviously favoring his right when Stefan struck again by plowing his shoulder hard into Dale driving him sideways into the turnbuckles. As Dale grunted on the impact Stefan draped Dale's arm over his shoulder and suplexed him back to the center of the ring.

Dale was wondering if Joey and Patrick were talking about the same Stefan when they told him he was not very agile as Stefan was up very quickly and dropped another knee this time to Dale's chest. A swift shot to the head had him even more stunned as Dale was lifted. Stefan placed his arms together and swung them like a bat slamming them into Dale's firm pectorals. The shot rocked Dale back to the ropes and hurt like hell to boot! When Stefan made to land another Dale flinched and covered his chest with his arms. But Stefan held up and redirected his double ax handle slightly lower and connected hard across Dale's upper abs. Dale hunched over as the whack drove his breath away.

Stefan hooked the new boy's head and fell backward taking Dale down in a DDT. Posse members Kyle and Luke high fived each other. Kevin still watched with caution.

Joey groaned to Patrick, "I can't watch."

Stefan rolled Dale over to his back driving a fist into the tall boy's lower belly right at the waist line of his trunks. Dale grunted as Stefan stood and aimed an elbow and dropped. Dale reacted on instinct alone as he rolled away allowing Stefan to connect with mats only.

Stefan rolled away slightly stunned but not really hurt. Dale meanwhile slowly pulled himself up to his hands and knees. Each movement was painful as Stefan had really done a number on him. Stefan closed back in on him from behind to finish the job. He reached down to grab a leg but Dale managed to fire back with a mule kick. Dale's boot heel hit Stefan right in the diaphragm. Stefan was muscular but nothing could shield his body from such a well placed and hard shot. He fell back onto his side hugging his upper gut and gasping to take a breath.

Dale was still moving slow as he pulled himself up the ropes. But seeing Stefan down and helpless, for the moment, put a quicker bounce to his step. Dale jerked Stefan to his feet. He could sense the muscular teen was still struggling to breath so he decided to help keep him that way by ripping a big knee up into Stefan's hard gut. The blow didn't really hurt Stefan but it did keep him winded allowing Dale to whip him into the corner. Stefan's shoulder hit the corner hard and he slumped down leaning on the middle turnbuckle.

Dale sprang up and landed flush onto Stefan's broad back squishing the side of Stefan's face and throat into the turnbuckle. Dale saw the damage being done then leaned his weight into Stefan making the effect that much worse. Stefan thrashed wildly as his air was cut off. The refereed made Dale step back. He did but then immediately began with the heavy stomping to the back. Stefan jerked with each strong blow. Dale was tall and well put together without looking bulky. His stomps were packed with a lot of force.

Stefan did a quick roll to his back and tried to catch the foot as he did at the beginning of the match. Dale saw him turn over but didn't allow himself to get caught a second time. He simply changed his target and stomped Stefan's knee! As Stefan arched up with his face contorted in pain and reaching for his knee, Dale grabbed to top rope on either side of the post and heaved himself up and brought both feet down solidly into Stefan's chest!

The referee began to count Dale for his use of the ropes but before he reached his limit Dale had repeated the move three more times. He released the ropes and drug Stefan by the ankle to the center of the ring. He didn't want the ropes to aid his opponent as he flipped Stefan over and applied his camel clutch.

The Posse was watching in stunned disbelief as Dale manhandled one of their toughest members. Kevin shook his head fighting to keep the "I told you so" from escaping his mouth. He would handle Stefan and his impetuous nature later.

Joey and Patrick gave each other a knowing look. It had not looked good for Dale for most of the match but he was able to raise to the occasion.

Stefan felt the hold being applied. Dale was stronger than he looked. Stefan felt Dale's strong right hand cinch in under his chin. As Dale brought his left hand down Stefan managed to grasp it with both of his. He gave a hard tug and Dale was jerked forward into the canvas.

Dale was momentarily taken off guard and spun back around quickly. Stefan had moved to a sitting position and swung a foot up catching the bottom of Dale's chin making him bite his tongue hard. Dale flinched in pain allowing Stefan to grab his wrists and plant both feet into Dale's chest monkey flipping him. Stefan put everything he had into the legs as he heaved Dale up. The intense training on the leg press paid off as Dale was thrown high into the air. He came down with a resounding thud actually bouncing as he hit the mats.

Stefan took a leap and came down landing both knees into Dale's hard but lean gut smashing it with his 170 pounds. He jerked Dale to his feet and Irish whipped him to the ropes. Dale showed some expert ability and, even though in agony, reversed the move! But Stefan was not to be out done. He reversed the move again and sent Dale into the ropes after all. He charged forward as Dale rebounded. Stefan's charging weight and the recoil off the ropes made Stefan's shoulder block made Dale think the impact was more like that of a truck..make that a tank!

Dale was laid out hard. Stefan stood over him like a conquering hero. He pulled the dazed kid to his feet and whipped him to the ropes again. Dale barely had had the ability to think clearly let alone reverse the move. On the rebound Stefan caught Dale up in a double handed throat slam. He actually held the struggling boy aloft for a split second as he tuned him into the powerful choke slam. SPLAT! Dale was driven to the mats with terrifying force. Stefan school boy pinned him in a rather humiliating fashion as the referee dropped and counted to three!

The bell rang and the ring announcer said, "Here is your winner...STEFAN!"

The crowd booed with the few exceptions. When the referee dropped Stefan's arms the winner saw Dale just now getting to his feet. Stefan almost snarled as he drove into him again driving his forearm into Dale's chest and plowing him back into the ropes while putting his other hand back to the throat. He spoke to Dale through clenched teeth, his voice filled with anger for what Dale had done to him in the match, "When you see your little asshole friends, you know that dork Patrick and air head Joey, you tell them that they're next. I don't care which is first! They both go down! You understand me?" When Dale didn't answer because he was gasping for air Stefan leaned into him harder but eased off on the throat some and asked again, "Do you understand me?" Dale gasped out a weak ,"Yes." Stefan shoved him harder and went for the total humiliation of the new boy, "Yes WHAT?" Dale gulped down some more air still feeling the effects of the hard throat slam. He hated to but knew he was beat and he relented, "Yes Sir."

Stefan tossed Dale to the center of the ring like an old bag of rags. Then as a parting verbal shot said, "At least you kept your promise not to hurt me!" Stefan laughed as he exited to a cold reaction from the crowd but a welcoming embrace from his Possemates awaited him back in the locker room.

As Joey and Patrick helped Dale from the ring he weakly said, "OK, next time I promise to ask you guys first before I sign a match!"