*Brian* vs *Mel*

It’s America versus Australia in this ring match up. Both these guys are huge and the whole ring shakes as they battle back and forth. Both men lock up near the center of the ring. Mel puts his hands behind Brian’s head forces two knees into the American’s gut. This is quickly followed by one to the head. Brian staggers back but ducks when Mel tries a clotheslines. Brian then grabs Mel around the waist and german suplexes him to the mat. Brian keeps the reverse bearhug on and picks Mel up again. He grinds his fist into the Australian’s gut as the stunned man uses his huge arms to try and remove his opponent's. With great strength Brian picks Mel off the mat and shakes him up and down. Mel looks down at his heaving chest and knows he needs to do something or the match is over.

Cocking his arm back, Mel slams his elbow into Brian’s face. He does this twice more before the American drops the Australian. Mel knows when he’s got a good thing going and take full advantage of his dazed opponent. Again grabbing the back of Brian’s head, Mel flips him over onto the mat. Mel then steps back to the corner and waits for Brian to sit up. When he does, Mel makes a running kick to the back of Brian’s head. The American’s head snaps foreword with a violent jolt. Brian rolls slightly on the mat nursing his neck as Mel drags him to his feet. The Australian then puts the big American in an over-the-shoulder backbreaker. As he bounced Brian on his shoulders he makes sure his grip over Brian’s neck is firmly pressured down. He can tell by Brian’s reaction that he’s more interesting in his aching neck than his currently tortured back.

This may be sapping Brian’s resolve but Mel knows he’s not going to get a pin. So he drops to his knees, jars Brian’s back one more time, and then drops him to the mat. Getting to his feet he turn around to Brian who’s still stomach down against the mat. Slowly Mel puts Brian into a full nelson and drags him to his feet. Spinning around and around, Brian’s aching neck is as disorienting as his ever shifting vision. Finally, Mel stops spinning and just shakes the helpless American back and forth and grinds him downward. Forcing Brian to look directly down at his sweaty chest and well defined thighs. The ref checks Brian’s arm twice. The third time Brian’s able to clench a fist and keep is arm slightly up. This was enough to continue the match. But not for long, thought Mel.

Using an amazing amount of force, Mel violently jerks Brian upward, and backward, while still keeping the full nelson on. Brian’s head hits the mat and stays there as he’s head over heels with Mel arching to keep him there. The ref counts, one....two...and three.

*Mark* vs *Justin*

As usually, the better looking Justin in the one who has been getting worked over. Mark uses every opportunity to punch the young hunk. The ref tries his best but he can’t see everything. Which is exactly what Mark is banking on when he drives a knee into Justins nads. Justin double overs which gives Mark the opportunity to under lock Justin’s arms, pick him up, and power bomb him to the canvas. Justin arches and exclaims his pain as Mark kicks the downed man in the gut. The heel then goes down for the cover but Justin kicks out after the two count.

Mark picks Justin up by his hair, puts the young studs head between his legs, lifts him up and piledrivers him. Justin is motionless as Mark smiles and makes the cover. But again after the two count Justin, kicks out.

Mark gets to his knees and is pissed. He curses as he looks around a bit. Grabbing Justin’s hair again he slowly raises Justin upward. But suddenly Justin grabs between Mark’s legs, pulls him down and rolls him into a small package. The ref counts one, two, three and he gets the win.

He quickly rolls out of the way and gets to his feet. But he’s not fast enough. Mark gives Justin a kick to the balls, grabs the lowering head, and gives Justin a rude awakening. The heel springs to his feet yelling at the crowd who are yelling their own displeasure. Giving them the finger before leaving the ring, Justin’s head slowly moves as the ref checks on the ‘winner’ of the match.

*Damon* vs *Samuel*

These two young pros have something to prove. Damon wants to prove he can take it. Samuel wants to prove he can dish it out. The dark haired heel does this by concentrating on Damon’s six pack abs. He especially likes to corner the young stud and then make a running dive ending with a back elbow to Damon’s head. This leaves the hurt hunk wide open for a series of hard elbows to the gut. Damon’s left bent over gasping and gagging in pain. To add insult to injury, Samuel uses some knife edged slaps to Damon’s pecs which could be heard throughout the gym.

Grabbing Damon by the hair, Samuel drags him to the middle of the ring, lifts both of Damon’s arms, and then double claws those undefended pecs. The young hunk practically melts in pain as Samuel’s fingers prod underneath his pec flesh. The heel also made special note to jab his thumb directly into Damon’s nipple’s.

Going down to one knee and then two, Damon sinks in pain as is shoulders hit the mat. Showing no signs of letting up, Samuel looks intensely at Damon’s facial expression of pain and the pleading, almost moaning, sound coming out of the loser’s mouth.

Damon only wishes the pain would stop...as well as wishing there would have been a ref to supervise their private match.