Trace/Kale vs. Christian/Mitchell/Eric RyanCarrWeber

Following the squash jobs by Lucien and Ryan over Robby and Aaron, respectively, other heavyweights in TW began to see the usefulness of following suit. After all, most of the heavyweights had aspirations to being heels and how could they become heels without destroying some jobbers along the way, right? And it's not like it hurt the little guys, since TW rules stipulated that cross-class matches didn't count for statistics unless the smaller wrestler made the challenge. So it was a win-win situation, really - the heavies got crushing wins and the little guys got exposure and lessons on how to take it. At least, this is how Trace and Kale saw it. They wanted to prove that, even in tag team competition where strategy is more important, muscle matters most. And they wanted to prove it harshly. They agreed early on that a three-team would give the appearance of worthy opposition while still providing none for the heavyweight tag partners. And what better three-team to squash than the smallest of the four?

When Christian, Tim and Eric received the challenge, their first inclination was to turn it down. It seemed hopeless - yes, tag team matches involved strategy, but for all intents and purposes a tag match is really just a singles match with the option to tag out, and none of the three felt confident about facing either Trace or Kale one-on-one at any given time. Then Eric, the smallest of the three, came up with an idea to level the playing field some: "What if we do the match, with the rules altered so that there're always two of us and one of them in the ring?" Both of his partners liked that idea. It was still a very longshot, but if they could pull off a win against the biggest registered tag team, they'd be huge and ready to try for the champs. They wrote it down, signed it, and sent it off to Trace and Kale. The heavyweights were amused by the inventiveness of the smaller teens, but not troubled by the prospect of fighting two at once. After all, both Trace and Kale were nearly twice the size of any two members of the other team. So they signed, and the match was set.

On the day of the match, Trace and Kale, being the challengers, were called to the ring first. "Please welcome, entering the ring now, two of our seniors, at a combined weight of 475 pounds, Trace and Kale!" Both muscle-bound teens were welcomed graciously by the crowd, and several female voices yelled out their names. "Next we have the challenged team, one of four in the league comprised of three members, and three of our youngest and smallest at that, at a combined weight of 434 pounds, Christian, Tim and Eric!" The audience gave the lightweights a warm reception, very much aware that they were the underdogs in this match. Trace, the heaviest at 240, would start out against Christian, the largest of his team at 152, and Eric, by far the smallest at 133. The ref asked for a clean match, and the bell rang.

In sync, Chris and Eric locked hands and dove for Trace's throat, connecting with a clothesline that dragged the big teen down hard to the mat. The audience erupted in applause at the unexpected opening move as the lightweights followed up with a double-elbow to Trace's chest, which the heavyweight seemed not to notice. They guided him to his feet and, with a massive effort, managed to reverse-suplex the heavyweight back to the mat, slamming his front on the canvas. Christian jumped and sat on Trace's upper back, pulling his arms back behind him and crossing them as far as he could, while Eric bent his right leg, crossed it over the left and slammed the left forward into a painful kneelock, swinging around to sit on the heavyweight's lower back, back to back with his partner.

On the apron, Kale couldn't believe what was happening... it was almost funny, watching huge Trace getting dominated by the two smaller boys. Trace, meanwhile, was fuming. He felt embarrassed, having been downed by two smaller boys, and he had no intention of letting it go on any longer. He snapped straight the leg which Eric was holding, sending the 133-pounder sailing several feet in Kale's direction. Christian had barely registered what happened when the heavyweight pulled an arm free and got to his knees. Christian held on, wrapping his legs around Trace's thick chest as he slid his arms down into a sleeper on the muscleteen. Eric was up now, and attacked Trace with a drop-kick. The first one had no effect, but the second drop-kick had enough momentum to send Trace, with Christian still on his back, reeling back into a turnbukle.

Eric immediately cursed himself, seeing Christian's lower back crushed against the turnbuckle under Trace's 240 pounds. The lightweight also served to soften the impact for Trace, who bounced right back out of the corner with a clothesline to Eric which put him to the mat so hard that he rolled over his head onto his stomach. Trace returned to Christian, barely even winded from the lightweights' early advantage, and rammed a shoulder-block at him. Christian saw it coming, though, and moved out of the way before Trace's shoulder slammed into the turnbuckle he had occupied only a second ago. He grabbed the heavyweight's wrist and attempted to irish whip him to the opposite corner, but Trace reversed, sending Christian slamming into the corner instead.

The impact was enough that Christian fell out of the corner, face-first to the mat. Trace turned to beat on Eric just in time to see the small teen tag in Mitchel, who entered with a technically perfect dropkick sound enough to send Trace between the second and third ropes and to the arena floor. He was up quickly, though, and rolled into the ring while Mitch was still helping Christian up. A clothesline put Chris back on the mat, hard, and a heavy fist to the gut doubled Mitch over. Trace grabbed the lightweight teen by the head, lifted and slammed his forehead down to the mat. Mitch rolled over onto his back and soon wished he hadn't as a second heavy blow slammed into his unprotected gut. As Mitch doubled up, Trace turned to tag out, but Christian wrapped his arms around the muscleteen's waist, pulling him back in an attempted belly-to-back suplex that, while unsuccessful, lept Trace from making the tag.

Trace managed to keep his balance, however, and reached between his own legs, grabbing Christian's and pulling while he sat down with force into the boy's gut. Christian was winded and let go, enabling Trace to get up and tag in Kale. Trace got out of the ring, while Kale took over. He walked casually to Mitchell, still doubled over, and punted a kick deep into his gut. Mitchell slid a few feet accross the mat, wheezing from the huge impact, and Kale smiled. He pulled Christian to his feet. The scrappy teen took a shot at Kale's face with a rake to the eyes. Kale staggered back to the ropes, and Christian followed, bouncing him off them and into the opposite ropes. Christian attempted a clothesline, which Kale ducked under and wrapped the lightweight into a full nelson. Christian's toes were barely grazing the mat as the big teen walked him over to Trace, who obliged his partner with a huge fist to Christian's crotch.

Christian crumpled to the mat in his opponents' corner. Kale stomped his side twice, and turned toward Mitchell. Again, the heavyweights were surprised by the smaller teens' tenacity as Mitchell put all of his strenght behind a punch to Kale's chin. The heavyweight's head snapped back, but all the shot really served to do was enrage him. Mitchell followed up by wrapping his arms around Kale's waist to try to trip him to the mat, and Kale used this to wrap his own arms under Mitchell's thin waist, grab the boy's crotch roughly and squeeze with all the strength in his massive arm. Mitchell hollered in pain as his crotch was crushed in Kale's grip, and he squirmed to get free but the heavyweight held him there, with the pretense of preparing for a slam. Finally, he executed it and Mitchell curled back into the fetal position he now wished he had never left.

Kale turned back to Christian and pulled the teen to his feet. Christian tried to pull away from the heavyweight, but Kale maneuvered him up into a gorilla press high above the mat. One hand held the lightweight's chest while the other gripped his bike shorts uncomfortably close to the crotch. Kale held Christian aloft for almost thirty seconds before tossing him up and getting out of the way so that Christian flopped heavily to the mat, rolling a few feet while clutching his chest and gut. He smashed another elbow accross Christian's chest before turning back to Mitchell just in time to see him tag in Eric. The little teen shot through the ropes and took Kale by surprise by spearing him to the mat. Taking revenge for his partners, he followed up with a fast, bony fist to the heavyweight's package. Kale was now the one doubled up, and Trace was furious.

Ignoring the ref's objection, Trace leapt at Eric, toppling on top of him and holding the boy down as he started punching his chest. Eric had no defense against the much larger teen and even as the ref ordered him from the ring, Trace made sure to get in one final stomp to the lightweight's gut before leaving the squared circle. Kale took over as Eric was just getting to his feet as Kale pulled him into position for a powerbomb, which shook the ring as the small teen's frame crashed to the mat. Christian, running on empty, attempted a clothesline of Kale, who instead lifted the teen and powerslammed him to the mat. Eric was still not moving as Kale stepped outside the ring and climbed to the top rope to leap with a huge elbowdrop to Christian's gut. Christian doubled up and shrunk away from Kale, who nonetheless pulled him to his feet and turned him upside-down to deliver a tombstone piledriver. Christian was out cold, and Kale turned to Trace: "hey, man, this one's out... what should I do?" Trace smiled wickedly and replied, "concentrate on the little one."

Kale pulled Eric to his feet and wrapped him into an abdominal stretch, which, due to the size differential, was intensely painful for the lightweight, as Kale's huge limbs stretched his small torso to its limits. Kale's control was such that he was able to sidle over to Trace while still holding Eric, and make the tag. Eric winced just from the sight of Trace's entry into the ring, and did so again when the biggest man in the ring planted his fist into the smallest's gut. Kale let Eric go, and Trace held him up, dragging him to the center of the ring, where he gorilla pressed him, holding the lightweight for a minute before unceremoniously dropping him onto Christian's still-unmoving form. Eric moved as quickly as he could to relieve Christian of his weight, and threw his own aching body at Trace, desperate to do something to stay in the match. Trace caught the teen mid-lunge and pulled him into a bearhug, squeezing the small teen with his huge arms. Eric's feet were well above the mat as Trace squeezed his lower back, and he felt himself going out.

Trace kept squeezing, crushing the lightweight's small frame against his own muscular torso, and taking great satisfaction from the pain in Eric's eyes, which was soon replaced by discomfort, and then by lethargy. Eric fought the grip, trying to get his thin arms down between Trace's, but the heavyweight was far too strong for him. Eric knew he would soon succumb, and indeed after only two minutes of the powerful hold, his head sunk to Trace's strong shoulder. This was enough for Trace, who wanted to pin someone still conscious, and he dropped Eric to the mat. Walking around to Christian, who was just beginning to stir, he pulled the teen to his feet, shoved his head between his legs, and powerbombed him to the mat. Again, he pulled the teen up, and threw him at his own corner, watching Mitchell as he entered the ring. "Now, BOY, give me some effing challenge."

Mitchell looked briefly at Christian, and at Eric, both decimated by the heavyweights, and knew it was pointless. Thinking it best to get it over with quickly, he bounced off the ropes and flew at Trace with a cross-body block which the heavyweight, as expected, easily caught. Mitchell pushed against the heavyweight's strong torso, but was no match for Trace, who held him only briefly before powerbombing him to the mat under his own 240 pounds. Eric had just sat up, and Trace pulled him the rest of the way to his feet. Slamming the lightweight, Trace bounced off the ropes and slammed a huge legdrop down onto his chest, causing Eric's thin legs to bounce. Returning to Mitchell, he pulled the teen up and then lifted him further into the gorilla press already endured by the other two lightweights. Mitchell, however, was not dropped to the mat. Trace walked him to the edge of the ring and dropped him a good 10 feet to the matted cement floor below. Mitchell was out of it.

Trace went back to Eric, lifting the teen upside-down for a humiliating crotch-to-face upside-down bearhug. Eric hung limply from where Trace held him, his arms barely retaining the strength to hold onto Trace around his waist. The heavyweight didn't hold the bearhug long before locking his thighs around Eric's head and jumping forward in a reverse moonsault. He remained on Eric for a pin, sitting back onto the teen's face for further humiliation. The ref got to two before Trace was knocked off of Eric by a last-ditch effort by Christian to save the match. Christian would have continued attacking the heavyweight, but Kale caught him quickly by the throat. Holding him, the heavyweight smiled gleefully as he executed TW's first chokeslam, which Trace followed up by kicking Christian out of the ring and to the floor below, leaving Eric alone with both heavyweights.

The two heavyweights threw little Eric into the ropes, and when he returned, they both caught him by the throat, and executed a double-chokeslam. Eric was down for the count, but the heavyweights, now quite intent on ignoring the referee's complaints, were not done. Trace climbed to the top rope while Kale got Eric up onto his shoulders and moved into position. As Kale fell backwards, Trace jumped into a sitting position on the lightweight's chest, crushing Eric under their full 475 pounds. Trace got up before a pin could even start and Kale stepped up onto Eric, planting one foot on his chest and one in his gut. This, the ref counted, and the annihilation of Eric, Mitchel and Christian finally ended. But only officially.

Trace pulled Eric to his feet and into a full nelson, laughing that the lightweight's feet were way off the mat as Kale began leveling blows into his gut. After a moment, Trace turned to the ref and chokeslammed him to shut him up before turning back to Eric. Mitchell entered to try to help his partner, but got the same treatment as the referee, followed by an elbow-drop to the gut. The heavyweights tied Eric upside-down in the corner, tree-of-woe style, and began stomping his gut. When Christian entered, he was chokeslammed right onto Mitchell, and also elbow-dropped. Eric just whimpered as the boys who were, together, almost four times his size continued to stomp him into oblivion, and finally passed out when one of Kale's huge stomps landed heavily in his groin.

The audience was in a rage at the brutality shown by the heavyweights, and only got louder as newcomer Ryan walked down to the ring, holding a mic connected to the PA system. "Now, now.... come on! What are heavyweights for, if not to demolish lightweight jobbers like these losers?! I'm starting a new faction in TW, right now - Heavyweight Heels. We will rule, if you guys will join me." Kale and Trace didn't even need to consult each other before shaking Ryan's hand. The super-heavyweight smiled, and pulled Eric to his feet once again to not slam, but throw him to the mat. Ryan instructed Trace and Kale to each take one of the lightweight's ends - Kale planted a foot in Eric's crotch and pulled his ankles, stretching his legs while crushing his groin. Trace did the same with Eric's shoulders and wrists, so that Eric was fully stretched and wide open in the center of the ring. Thus held, the already-broken lightweight was totally destroyed when, from the top rope, Ryan's 270+ pounds crashed down on his stretched and beaten torso. All three heavyweights spit and stepped on the destroyed teen before leaving the ring, smugly and disgustingly victorious and boo'd all the way out.