Mark & Dillon vs. Carl and Ari - Intro RyanCarrWeber

This match lacked pretense. The wrestlers came into it with no grudges, no intentions of mass superiority or becoming heels. Each team just wanted to win. Mark and Dillon knew each other from a prep school in Pennsylvania, while Carl and Ari were more accustomed to the street. When the prep boys got home for the summer, they joined TW and looked for a match. Carl and Ari looked to be of about equal everything, so they challenged them. A contract was signed, and the match was set.

Mark and Dillon, the challengers, were announced first, and received a warm greeting from the small group in the stands. Mark, 17, was shorter than he would have liked to have been at 5'8", but made up for it by keeping himself fit and trim, so that every inch of his 167 pounds was taught young muscle. He prided himself on being dextrous, and drew a great deal on a few years' training in gymnastics. Dillon wasn't quite so athletic, but was no slouch. A year younger than his partner, he stood three inches taller and eight pounds heavier. He wasn't crazy about TW, but didn't want Mark to do it alone, so he followed, quickly becoming as pleased that he had as were the girls who started swooning immediately over the dark, attractive young teen.

Next, Carl and Ari were introduced. Carl was a young man of Puerto Rican heritage who prided himself in never backing down from a fight. Indeed, this got him into a great deal of trouble through middle school and he was eventually counseled to join BW to vent his aggression. There, he met Ari, and despite having two years and two grades between them, the two became friends, mostly just through wrestling. Ari joined BW to prove to those who had bullied him through middle school, including Carl once or twice, that he was not just a prettyboy who'd roll over and take it. When TW formed, the two friends, who had continued to wrestle even after becoming too old for BW, signed up immediately. Carl is seventeen, stands 5'10" and weighs 180 solid pounds. Ari, at fifteen, is two inches taller and five pounds lighter. Neither is particularly strong or well-defined, but both put their all into every fight.

Dillon would start against Carl. The ref demanded a clean fight, with no jumping tags, and the bell rang for the match to begin. The wrestlers circled tenatively, making a few feints to feel each other out. After a moment, they locked up and Carl powered the younger teen into the ropes. A break was ordered, and the teens complied. A second lockup saw Dillon pull the latino teen into a side headlock, grinding on the hold until Carl pushed him into the ropes. Rebounding with a clothesline, Dillon felled Carl, who got up immediately and with enough foresight to duck another, and dropkick Dillon's back as he passed, sending the preppy teen chest-first into a corner.

Carl followed, but was kicked away by Dillon. Trying again, he dodged a punch to the chest and returned one of his own to Dillon's gut. Dillon was winded and Carl irish whipped him accross the ring into the opposite corner. Carl followed again, but Dillon moved and pulled his arm behind him into an armbar, yanking the teen over to where Mark waited. The tag was made, and Mark entered with a jab to Carl's side, which Dillon held open. The sixteen-year old got out to the apron as his partner tucked Carl's head under his arm and suplexed him to the center of the mat. Carl was feeling winded, and Ari was anxious to tag in. Mark followed up with a quick elbow and then pulled Carl to his feet and into a wrenching side-headlock.

Carl felt his neck twisting as Mark's lean but strong arm crushed around his head. His hand on the small of Mark's back, he tried pushing the smaller teen into the ropes, but only managed to get his neck stretched further in the process. Mark flexed his arms as much as possible to tighten the hold on Carl. His hair was already wet with sweat and his skin was glistening in the bright sunlight coming in the windows. The two remained, locked there, for over a minute and a half before Carl drove the first elbow to Mark's gut. The second began to weaken the headlock, and the third broke it. Carl ricocheted off the ropes with a clothesline, which Mark also attempted. The result was both of them laid out.

The ref began the double count-out but only got to four before Carl got to his knees, and hurled himself towards Ari. He came up a few feet short, and by the time he tagged his younger partner, Mark had also tagged in his. Dillon and Ari met at the center of the ring with a flurry of punches and blocks. For several moments, the two duked it out until Ari, with more experience in brawling, got the upper hand. A blow to the gut winded the sixteen year old, and Ari pushed him into the ropes, spearing the teen to the mat when he returned. Dillon was winded under Ari and got little respite as Ari sat back on his heels and grabbed hold of Dillon's abs, squeezing in a tight ab claw.

Dillon winced in pain but wouldn't give, and looked up defiantly at Ari's face above him. Ari saw the defiance in Dillon's eyes and squeezed tighter, putting his weight behind the hold to push down into the boy's abs as he squeezed them. Dillon arched his back, trying to stretch out his abs and break the hold, but Ari saw it coming and swiveled around to sit on Dillon's thighs and use his full weight to keep the teen horizontal. Beginning a mashing, kneading motion, Ari was pleased by the increased pain playing accross Dillon's boyish features. Mark was getting antsy watching his tag partner get closer and closer to submitting, and when Ari began twisting the muscle he was squeezing in his fists, Mark interceded. He darted at Ari, hitting the fifteen-year old from behind and knocking him flat across Dillon. The ref immediately took to getting Mark out of the ring.

This was exactly the opportunity Carl had been waiting for. He also entered the ring, and helped Ari to his feet. The two of them stomped Dillon repeatedly before lifting him for a double-suplex to the mat. The doubleteaming only enraged Mark more, and he stepped up his efforts to get back to his partner. Dillon was pushed into his opponents' corner, and Ari got out of the ring, wrapping an arm around Dillon's throat while stronger Carl began hammering punches to Dillon's already tenderized gut. When the ref finally turned, he found Carl laying into Dillon while an innocent-looking, angel-faced Ari assured the trusting ref that the tag had, indeed, been made.

Carl turned Dillon around, tucked his head between his legs and powerbombed the younger teen to the mat. By now, Dillon was laid out and easy pickings for an elbow to the gut. The teen rolled over, and Carl knelt on his back, pressing a knee into Dillon's back while pulling his head back into a reverse headlock. Dillon pushed down on the mat to try to deprive Carl of as much leverage as possible, but the hold still inflicted intense pain, radiating out from where Carl's knee pressed down into the prettyboy's back. Mark was itching to tag in and about to intervene when Carl released the hold and tagged in Ari. The tough teens hoisted Dillon up. Ari tucked Dillon's head between his legs and lifted him, piledriving him to the mat with Carl adding his weight by falling with them.

Dillon was face down, almost unconscious on the mat and Ari was enjoying himself when he got blind-sided by Mark, who had had enough. Carl entered and he and Mark spilled to the outside, allowing Ari to return his attention to Dillon. He pulled the prep to his knees and was surprised by a fist to the gut. Ari recovered quickly, and pounded Dillon's forehead, but Dillon again slammed a fist into the softer gut of Ari. A third punch enabled Dillon to get to his feet, and a fourth put Ari against the ropes. Dillon grabbed Ari's arm and slung him into the opposite ropes, bending over for a back-body drop which Ari saw coming. Stopping short of the maneuver, Ari stood over Dillon, hooked his arms and Pedigree'd him to the mat, smashing his face and front to the canvas.

Mark and Carl were still battling outside, and Ari had free reign to position Dillon sitting on the top rope. Climbing in front of the teen, Ari suplexed him from the second rope to the middle of the ring. Dillon was out. A leaping people's elbow from the top rope was just gravy and Ari, startling both of those fighting outside the ring, got an easy 1-2-3. Mark was incredulous, and went to his partner while Carl and Ari celebrated their victory, smiling smugly as they returned to the changing area.