*Jimmy* vs *Karl*

Who says teen bodybuilders don’t make good Bratpackers. Both these guys work their asses off to entertain the crowd. They also get damn sweaty doing it. Jimmy makes the comment that he didn’t know this was suppose to be an oil match when Karl easily slides out of a full nelson.

Karl has equal troubles when you puts Jimmy in a bearhug. Someone out of the audience yells, “We can leave if you two want to be alone.” The crowd goes crazy with laughter as both men try to stop smiling and start winning. The action on the mat is fast and furious and one wonders if they’ll wear themselves out and there won’t be a clear cut winner. But being the fiesty fireplug that he is, Jimmy twists his slippery legs around Karl’s and has the muscleman yelling a submission to the figure four.

Jimmy pleases the crowd even more after he releases the hold by giving them some of the best posing the Bratpackers have ever seen. Karl gets up and does some posing of his own and before you can say ‘buffed beefcake’ you’ve got another competition going. Both men then motion that they’re willing to take on all comers. Someone in the crowd then yells, “Comers or Cumers?!” which is replied to with a four-bird salute.

*Buddy* vs *Lars*

These denim clad stud puppies completely ignore the whooping of the crowd. They grind, punch, claw, and squeeze each hold for all it’s worth. Lars thinks he’s got the win when he gets Buddy with his back to the mat and he’s able to drive some knees straight into his gut. He thinks that’ll set Buddy up for any hold he wants to put him in. Lars tries to pick Buddy up but is pulled down instead. Buddy is still trying to recover from having the wind knocked out of him but is able to get Lars on his stomach. Sitting on his opponent’s back, Buddy cups his hands under Lars’ chin and pulls back. Lars yells a little but Buddy doesn’t think he’s going to get a submission out of it. So Buddy, still holding the chin lock, lets Lars get to all fours. Buddy then jumps up and lands his full weight onto Lars’ lower back. Taking a cue from earlier, Buddy starts to continually land knees to the small of Lars’ back. Lars tries to squirm away but Buddy keeps his fingers intertwined in the belt loops of Lars’ jeans. Knowing he’s been beat, Lars submits. But it’s a hollow victory. While Lars nurses his back Buddy sits on the mats nursing his gut. It’ll be awhile before either of these guys hit the Bratpack mats against.

*Ben* vs *Scott*

Scott’s not sure which is more ominous, Ben’s stare or his friend’s grin. Throughout the match Scott notices ever time he’s put in a hold Ben looks over to his asian friend to see if he’s impressed. (Which he always is.) After awhile Scott wishes the asian sidekick was his opponent so he could shut up his encouragement screams and wipe that stupid grin off his face.

While in a full nelson, Ben maneuvers Scott around so he’s face to face with his other half. The screaming of, “You’re gonna lose!!!!” was deafening. Scott kicks the asian between the legs. Ben throughs his opponent aside and sees if his friend is okay. From behind, Scott grabs Ben around the waste and throws him to the mat. Before Ben can get his barrings, Scott puts Ben’s head under his arm and runs toward the wall. There’s a dull thud when Ben’s head hits it.

By this time the asian is on his feet and isn’t smiling anymore. He throws a punch toward Scott which is easily blocked. Scott goes for another kick below the belt but the asian backs away real quick.. Scott shifts his attention toward Ben who’s still hearing the ringing in his head. Bringing the dazed hunk to his feet, Scott puts Ben in a textbook cobra clutch. Ben hardly struggles and the asian can only watch with worry as his friend slowly fades into unconsciousness. Scott lets Ben slump to the mat as the crowd claps and cheeers his victory. The asian comforts Ben who slowly comes to and assures him everything is going to be all right. The onlookers boo and hiss and this prissy sign of concern. Some even tell Ben that he should leave his ‘wife’ home next time.