Jerry Suter vs *Carl*

Suter has done work for AMG and Old Reliable.

Suter is a punk who likes to beat up on preppie wrestlers and there’s none preppier than Carl. Throughout the match Suter reminds Carl of his prettyboy looks, especially when he has an arm bar locked in which gives him an opportunity to rub his hand across Carl’s ‘baby butt smooth’ face and make such a comment.

Carl gets disgusted enough to finally get Suter in a standing headlock and bulldog him to the mat. Suter is stunned and Carl takes full advantage. He lifts Suter to his feet again, bends him down and lifts his knee to his head and jerks him downward. Suter screams in pain as the side of his jaw impacts the knee. Again Suter is raised up but this time with his chin on top of Carl’s head. When Carl goes to his knees, still holding Suter’s head, Suter’s scream of pain is heard even outside the Bratpack room.

Carl tries to pick Suter up again, but the heel staggers. Slowly Carl is backed into the wall as Suter gets up to his feet and delivers a blow to Carl’s balls. The good looking young man winces at the blow and closes his eyes completely upon receiving a second. Hisses come from the audience as Suter keeps him pinned against the wall and rams his fist into Carl’s basket until he finally lets the young man fall. On all fours, Carl gulps in air and tries to recover, but the heel has other plans. Picking Carl up half-way, Suter puts the man’s head between his legs, lifts him up and piledrives him. Carl barely moves as Suter lords over him. He picks up the dazed young man’s legs, spreads them and bares down. Carl lets out short, low, continue groans as his legs are moved farther and farther apart. Suter lets go and slams his head into Carl’s crotch. The hurt young man grimaces upward and then slowly falls back flat against the mat not moving. Suter gets to his feet, puts a foot on Carl’s hurt groin and rubs it around. Carl shudders under the movement as Suter says, "One...two...three." The heel then leaves Carl to nurse his wounds.

*Simon* vs Gil

Simon is considered a bully and he’s glad people feel that way. Gil has decided enough is enough and thinks Simon needs to be taken down a peg or two....and the Bratpack mats are the perfect place to do it.

Simon does a big double bicep pose in front of his opponent but Gil isn’t impressed. The bully turns his back and Gil says, “Still not impressed.” The bully back kicks Gil between the legs and the young man doubles over wincing. Simon says, "Impressed with that?"

The bully then picks up Gil and powerbombs him to the mat with a thud. Simon pulls the staggered stud to his feet and puts him in a reverse bearhug. Gil starts grunting as he’s picked up off the ground and flailed left and right.

"Come on, studbasket," Simon says, "I’ve squeezed guys in two bigger than you."

Gil pushes against the big arms of Simon but the grip is too good. Gil finally cups his left fist into his right hand, swings both arms to his right, and rams his left elbow into the jaw of Simon. Gil repeats this twice more before he’s released from the grip. But as he turns around he’s greeted by a body tackle to the mat.

Before Gil’s body hits the mat Simon has a big forearm jammed over his throat. Gil coughs and sputters as he tries to breathe. Simon keeps repeating, "Lungs just too empty, lungs just too empty." as Gil’s eyes slowly roll back and he stops resisting. Simon laughs and does another double bicep pose for the crowd, "Go for the balls, any defense stalls, go for the throat, and my ego will bloat!" Suddenly, Gil drives both fists into the unprotected balls of Simon. The heels eyes bug out as he’s slowly pushed off Gil’s chest. Gil is slow to get behind the kneeling bully.

Gil goes back to back, reaches behind and pulls on Simon’s back. Gil goes forward and puts Simon in a kneeling hangman. The bully screams and and immediately submits.

*Tanner* vs *Harold*

These two Thailand bodybuilders are just visiting a friend who shows them the Bratpack matroom. They watch a few matches and can’t believe how ‘tame’ it is compared to what they’re used to doing. The Bratpackers think they’re blowing smoke up their ass (at least that’s the term TNT Horrigan uses). Both orientals get up, strip down to posing trunks and go toward the mats. Their audience eggs them on as they shake hands and lock up.

Any chance they get the ram fists into each other’s bodies. (Regardless of where on the body the blows might land) There are some obvious low ones which don’t impress the Bratpackers much. What does impress them is when Tanner hoists Harold up as if to bodyslam him. But instead of throwing the muscular man to the mats Tanner goes across the room, runs to the other side yelling, and rams Harold into the door on the other side making sure the doorknob hits the small of Harold’s back. Harold lets out a continual scream even when Tanner runs backward and then does it again. Even TNT Horrigan was impressed by this and adds his cheers into the mix.

Harold is thrown to the ground like a sack of flour and he rolls over on his stomach and reaches to check his spine. Tanner relishes the encouragement he’s getting. He jumps up and lands not one but both knees onto the small of Harold’s back. The man yells his displeasure and some other words which would probably translate into English using only four letters. Tanner gets to his feet and pulls his opponent up by the back of his posing strap. Still pulling he jerks Harold back and slams a fist into the sore back. Tanner tries it again, but Harold raises a leg and back kicks into Tanner’s groin. Tanner lets go and backs up in pain. Harold doesn’t miss a beat. He turns around, does a front kick as low as the first which drives Tanner into the wall. Harold then bends down and rams his head into the same damaged groin. Unfortunately, Harold tries to do the same thing again. Tanner jumps in the air precisely at the right time. Harold’s head not only rams into the wall but gets caught between Tanner’s legs. Tanner just raises his legs, continues downward, and pummels Harold’s head into the mat.

The Bratpackers again begin cheering as Tanner gives them a coy smile and a two thumbs up. He sits there for awhile until Harold taps the mat a few times. Tanner gets up and then helps Harold to his feet. They hug each other and a smile begins to appear on Harold’s face. The onlookers are overjoyed and give their approval to the the two men as they shake hands while sitting down to view the next match.