*Kyle* vs *Yancy*

Yancy thinks he’s the only ‘real man’ to Bratpack wrestle and calls all his competition ‘boy’. He especially likes using that term while physically intimidating his opponent. Kyle bodyslams Yancy down but is a little too assured of himself, and gets a little too close. Yancy quickly reaches up and grabs Kyle by the balls. Kyle yells and cringes as Yancy gets to his feet and backs Kyle to the wall.

"What’s wrong, boy?" Yancy asks while Kyle continues to fight to remove the tight grip, "Yeah, you, boy! There doesn’t seem much down there so you can’t be a man."

Kyle isn’t doing well defensively so he decides to go on the offensive, but where? He looks forward and thinks Yancy’s pecs are too good a target to pass up. He’s too close to have his punches have any effect so he does the next best thing. Reaching up, Kyle pinches Yancy’s nipples hard. Yancy’s eyes pop out of his head as he exclaims four letter words over the shouting and cheering of the audienece, "You faggot, ah, you faggot!"

Kyle keeps pinching and squeezing the soft tissue between his calloused fingers. Yancy releases his grip and now is the one backing up, "Who’s the one grabbing peoples ball for fun? You’re the faggot."

This enrages Yancy who plants a knee right between Kyle’s legs and his still aching pouch. Kyle goes down to one knee and Yancy capitalizes on his opponents current posture. The heel bends down and wraps his arms around Kyle's stomach, lifts him in the air, pulling him upward and flipping him over, wrapping his hands under his chin, putting him in a hangman. Yancy jumps up and down like a madman loudly asking Kyle to submit until one finally is yelled outs.

Yancy drops him to the floor, wipes the sweat off his face and body, flings it onto Kyle and says, "Who’s the man, boy?"

After Yancy walks off the mats Kyle gets up, points to his own crotch and says, "My man's right here, faggot. You want a ballbreaking match I’ll give you one. Motherf..."

*Sal* vs *Brian*

Ever time Sal goes to the gym Brian is already their in the roman chair doing crunches. Every time Sal and his friends go to the gym’s matroom Brian is again already there doing situps. Brian is polite enough to make room for the wrestlers when they show up. But one day Sal asks Brian if he’s all for show or does he actually workout for a reason. Brian acknowledges he has his own group of freinds he wrestles with and the reason they’ don’t use the gym’s room is because a friend has his own. By this time Sal and his friends slightly giggle and snicker at one another thinking Brian is lying through his teeth and wonder if he’s up to an exhibition match. Brian smiles and thanks them for the offer but he’s not into freestyle type of wrestling. Now Sal and his friends laugh out loud. Brian does too, shakes his head, and then Sal says he’s willing to be more ‘hardcore’. Sal motions his friends to back against the wall while he and Brian go toward the center of the mats.

Brian quite easily ducks under Sal’s arms and leg drags him down to the mat. Brian gets up and waits for his opponent to get to his feet... then does it again. This time Sal slams his fists against the mat before rising. Immediately he jumps toward Brian and he’s able to do his own takedown. But unlike before, Brian is able to flip Sal around onto his stomach and locks his lean arms from behind. To Sal’s credit, it took Brian a full minute to muscle him over on his shoulders. But his shoulders do hit the mat. Brian release Sal and gets to his feet and turns away. But before he gets far Sal gets up, puts a hand on Brian’s shoulder and turns him around. Sal already has his arm cocked back and drives a fast fist in the middle of Brian’s gut. Brian grunts slightly but holds his ground. He looks right at Sal’s fist again driving into his hard midsection. Brian keeps his body tight and absorbs the full force of the blow. Sal looks up into Brian’s staring eyes and then back down as he rapid fires, with both fists, two more blows to his opponents abs. Brian still stands there looking down at Sal. But before his swinging opponent can meet his gaze Brian grabs Sal by the hair and brings his knee up into Sal’s face two times before letting him fall down to his knees. Sal sees droplets of blood falling from his nose and in angry takes another swing without looking. Brian grabs the arm, lifts his leg over it, pinning it between his thighs and pulls both of them to the mat. Sal screams for help as Brian twists and pulls his arm practically out of its socket. But none of his friends move. One of the gym’s instructors looks in and asks what’s going on. Brian releases Sal, gets up, and walks to the door. The instructor looks at Sal surrounded by his friends who are helping him up and then at Brian and says, “Let me guess...he was willing to go ‘hardcore’?”

*Cameron* vs *Bill*

Cameron doesn’t waste any time attacking Bill. The redhead gets hit by a barrage of upper chest punishment. Bill’s a feisty scrapper and Cameron knows he’s got to wear him down fast. Unfortunately, the asian isn’t as quick as his opponent is. Bill gets his wits about him and maneuvers out of the way of being put into a kneeling abdominal stretch.

Bill gets behind him and puts him in a sleeper. The crowd goes wild as the red-head bears down and wraps his legs around Cameron’s waist. As Cameron sinks to his knees, Bill sits on top of Cameron’s back, legs still wrapped around his waste, when Cameron pushes back and slams Bill into the wall. Cameron then drives his head back so Bill’s head is crushed between his and the wall. Calls of pain come from the crowd as Bill goes limp.

Cameron reaches behind and pulls Bill over his body so the red-head is lying on the mat in front of him. Pulling Bill’s arms to the side, Cameron sits on his opponent’s biceps. Holding up two tight, outstretched hands, Cameron gets approval from the crowd as he slams them down onto Bill’s already sore pecs. Bill yells as he tries to arch and kick upward. This only goads Cameron on as he rotates from claws to punches and back again. Bill’s struggling becomes more and more evident as Cameron begins to his balance on his opponent’s arm muscles. Digging his fingers into the red-heads nipples, Cameron pulls, twists, and grinds the elastic flesh. Bill holds on for as long as he can but eventually yells out loud submissions. Still sitting on Bill’s arms, Cameron looks at the crowd and says, “All he had to do was tap out.”