*Neal* vs Troy

Neal saw Troy at the gym and instantly formed a dislike for the young blonde. Troy was walking around the gym doing bicep curls while casually talking to the various friends he was seeing. Neal thought it was more than arrogant how he could casually do this with the amount of weight he had in each hand. Troy makes a comment about the local wrestling club and Neal knows he has his opening. (Troy knew it was going to be a Bratpack match...he just didn’t know there was going to be an audience.)

Troy finds himself in several headlocks quite quickly. He gets out of them and finally tries one of his own. Neal simple picks him up and back body drops him to the mat. Getting up he looks down at the blond and smirks, "Never put someone in a hold you can’t counter.

A few kicks to the side and Troy gets back up only to be greeted by a knee to the head and another headlock. Troy thinks he’s learned by his mistake and think he’ll try his own body drop. But Neal knew Troy, through his inexperience, could be goaded into trying this. When Troy picks Neal up, Neal rabbit punches the blonde in the forehead several times.

Troy loses his grip and Neal falls on top of him as they go back. Neal continues the blows for awhile as the crowd continues their cheering. Neal finally stops and lightly slaps Troy on the face, "You awake?" Troy pushes the hand away twice and then locks his legs around Neal’s waist. He grabs both of Neal’s wrists and begins to squeeze harder, "I thought this was a wrestling match, not a boxing match."

Neal lets out a slight grunt of dissatisfaction. He gets one hand free, cocks his fist and lets one rip right into Troy’s gut. Neal perfectly timed the impact when Troy was exhaling. So when the blow hit Troy’s shocked system forces all the air out of his lungs and he involuntarily releases his leg lock. Neal then moves upward onto Troy and mashes his hands into the right side of Troy’s head so it makes a deep indent in the mat. Troy squirms his legs violently and finally pushes the hands away. Neal doesn’t waste a second and grabs the sides of Troy’s meaty pecs. The young blonde screams, "Oh shit!" as Neal’s fingers dig into his flesh and nipples.

It’s hard to tell which is louder, Troy’s screaming Neal to stop or the onlookers yelling at him to continue. The muscular blonde finally yells stop several times before Neal releases his claws and gets off Troy. Neal looks down at the young man slowly caressing his bruised pecs and says, "I thought this was a Bratpack match not a kindergarten playground tussle."

Mitch Gaylord vs Wecker

These two gymnasts are each in peak physical condition. The Bratpackers always like to see gymnasts wrestle because at least one of them is bent a lot farther than any of them have ever seen before. And this match wasn’t a disappointment. Gaylord gets Wecker in a textbook Boston Crab. He even bridges himself back practically touching the back of his head against Wecker’s. But the stretched man shows little sign of pain as he positions his hands firmly against the mat. The crowd goes crazy when Wecker, still in the hold with Gaylord sitting on him, fully extends his arms in a push-up. Loud seconds pass as the arms begin to wobble as Wecker maneuvers his arms slightly and flexes his legs. Gravity forces Gaylord to fall backward. As he does he releases the legs and falls over Wecker’s head to the mat. Wecker quickly knees his way to his opponent and proceeds to return the favor. He plants hard knees to the small of Gaylord’s back. Wecker adds a few fists to the side but the don’t have as much power as they would have before his hand stand. Gaylord’s left arm is then grabbed and twisted back. Slowly Wecker gets to his feet, drags his opponent up with him, and hammerlocks the arm. Gaylord is led around in a circle as Wecker shakes each of his legs trying to avoid cramping. To appease the crowd Wecker puts his free arm over Gaylord’s throat and pulls back. Wecker gets down to one knee and takes Gaylord down with him. With his back pinning his arm to Wecker’s knee, Gaylord picks his legs up and wraps them around his holder’s leg and pushes. Wecker’s leg goes forward and violently twists Wecker’s leg at the knee. Wecker lets out a shout of pain as Gaylord’s legs pin the hurt appendage. Keeping the leg pinned between his his own, Gaylord raises himself slightly and lands elbows to Wecker’s right pec. It only takes two of these blows to convince Wecker he’s losing and losing bad. In desperation he reaches up and wraps Gaylord up in sleeper. But instead of falling back Gaylord stays forward and starts hammering on Wecker’s hurt knee. Wecker continues to keep the sleeper on but he’s not sure how long he can hold the move. Fortunately for Gaylord, Wecker feels a quick, sharp twinge in his knee and he lets Gaylord go and falls to the back of the mat. He quits on the spot.

Wil Horneff vs Dieter Brummer

The Bratpackers have done a lot of snickering before this match because both young men seem too...too...nice to be Bratpackers. Both men laugh at this sort of conversation. Just because they aren’t willing to take short cuts doesn’t mean they aren’t good grapplers or have a ‘killer’ instinct when they’re on the mat. Laugh and groans greet the two men as they shake hands before beginning. After locking up Horneff ducks under and lifts Brummer off his feet and down to the mat. Brummer wraps his legs around Horneff’s waist, hands around his neck, and holds on tight as Horness raises him into the air and drops him back down. Horneff gets Brummer to release his grip around his neck but not around his waist. Upside down, Brummer has his legs grabbed and his swayed around so his stomach is on the mat and slowly bent into a boston crab. Unfortunately for Horneff they’re too close to the wall so he can’t lean back and apply the hold as well as he’d like. He drops the legs, pivots around, and arm bars Brummer’s limbs. Horneff gets to his feet and drags Brummer upward to his knees and then to his feet. Brummer is released and goes into a wall. Horneff grabs him around the waist and lifts him into a reverse bearhug. Brummer claws at the grip holding him in the air as his opponent bends backwards throwing him over. Horneff continues throwing Brummer around the room until the young man finally gets a chance to fight back in the form of a back kick to Horneff’s face as he was bending down. Horneff shrugs it off slightly but by that time Brummer is on his feet and delivers another kick but this time to Horneff’s stomach. The young man doubles over and Brummer grabs the back of his head and moves it downward while driving a knee upward into it several times. Horneff’s head bounces like a ping-pong against the knee until Horneff slumps forward. The crowd acknowledges ‘finally one of you has a backbone!’ Brummer slowly raises Horneff upward and places the dazed man’s head between his legs. The Bratpackers know what’s coming as Horneff’s legs are raised in the air. But instead of a piledriver Brummer bends in a seated position and allows Horneff’s chest to flair outward. It wasn’t long before Horneff submitted and was released. Brummer doesn’t get much praise from his fellow wrestlers especially when he stays on the mat to help his opponent up. More than one Bratpacker gives Brummer a dirty look as both men leave.