*Ned* vs Devlin

Ned’s thrown everything he has at Devlin and all the blonde does is walk around, arms spread, goading Ned to take his shot. The brown haired bo-hunk tries. He hits him with punches that have no visible effect. The ref backs Ned up and reminds him of the rules which only aggravates Ned more. This, of course, is Devlin’s plan. He’s not really a heel. He’s just cocky as hell so his opponent will get pissed and start making mistakes. Which is exactly what Ned does next.

Both men lock up and Devlin gets put into a tight headlock. Ned then tries to ram Devlin’s head into the corner turnbuckle but the blonde stops and pushes Ned into it instead. Ned hits chest first and falls back only a little before Devlin comes running in and shoulder tackle’s him forward. Devlin moves back slightly and does it again and again. Each time Ned lurches forward as his back lurches as forward as it can. Slowly slinking downward, Devlin raises his arms to the side again, and looks at the crowd like he’s saying, “That’s it? That’s all he’s got?”

Devlin then looks at the ref and shakes his head as if telling him to get ready, this is it. Pulling Ned’s trunks he maneuvers the hurting man to the middle of the ring. Devlin then lifts Ned over his shoulders for a backbreaker. He jumps up and down as Ned’s arms slightly flail and then barely move at all. The ref lifts one arm up once....twice...and then a third time before signaling for the bell.

*Damien* vs *Toby*

This just isn’t Damien’s day. The slightly bigger Toby has manhandled him from the very beginning and now he’s on the receiving end of a knee to his side. Right above his hip flexor, Damien feels the grinding knee bone and a hand firmly grabbing his previously punched pec. Two more knees and then Damien is lucky enough to reach the ropes. The ref waves Toby off as Damien gets to his feet. Toby pushes him toward the corner so he hits sideways, with his already injured side exposed. Tony hammers it with fists until the Ref pulls the big black bodybuilder back. Damien is in a lot of pain now and is slow in leaving the corner. A quick, fake move by Toby gets a response from Damien who now is a little gun shy.

Locking up, Damien is thrown into the ropes. On the rebound, Toby sidesteps his opponent and locks Damien in a tight ab stretch. Of course, the sore side is up making it easy for Toby to poke, prod, finally claw the injured hip flexor. A screaming Damien feels like Toby is trying to pry his hip bone loose as every movement is more painful than the previous. To his credit, Damien has to be asked three times before the ref hears a submission. And to Toby’s credit...well...he drops Damien immediately on his ass when the ref tells him to.

Glenn vs Michael Douglas

Yep, another county fair match. (The operation running the matches have no relation to the previously mentioned group.) Michael thinks this is an easy way to make money. Taking cash from hicks is how he gets his kicks. (At least that’s how he puts it.)

Glenn is goaded by his friends to take a shot at it. And anyway, he could use the $100. He just has to last fifteen minutes. It turns out to be a long fifteen minutes.

Michael loves wrestling the wiry guys. Stretching, twisting, and pulling them until they practically come apart. After a lot of blows to the back, including some nasty illegal punches to the base of the spine, Glenn is on the mat and is put into a boston crab. The young man’s eyes squint in pain as Michael leans back. Through Glenn’s sweat covered glare he sees the ropes. He tries three times before he finally reaches them. The ref pulls Michael off but not before the heel gives Glenn a kick to the lower back.

Glenn has to use every rope to get to his feet. This crap isn’t worth $100 he thought. But then he looked at the digital display clock and saw he only had to last another minute. Sucking it in, his tired frame did best it could under the situation. In the end, Glenn has his stomach flat on the mat again in another boston crab. But this time it’s in the middle of the ring and there’s no way Glenn can reach the ropes. So he buckles down, beats his fist against the mat, closes his eyes tightly and hopes he can hold out.

The next thing Glenn knows he’s being tapped on the shoulder by the ref who tells him time is up. Glenn slowly gets to this feet as the crowd gives him a standing ovation. He looks around and Michael has already left the ring. So much for sportsmanship. He angrily grabs the hundred dollar bill from the promoter who says, “You want a job next year let me know.”

“No thanks,” Glenn said, “If I want to get this badly beaten I’d piss off my three older brothers all at the same time.”