Classic Pro Wrestling

This is a first-round match in the Classic Pro Wrestling Federation Tournament to crown the first Fed Champ. The match is scheduled for ONE FALL by pin, submission or knockout. The winner will advance to round two.
This match is the main event on tonight’s card and is between -
You are not logged in. BigPoppa 43yo Height 6'0" Weight 277 lbs USA

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You are not logged in. Jay Jones 28yo Height 6'0" Weight 200 lbs England

Jay_Jones: I recently joined the new CPW and decided to enter the tournament to determine who will become the first Champion. The draw has not been particularly kind to me as I have been drawn against BigPoppa who I have wrestled before and who put me in hospital.

Jay_Jones: My music plays “The Clash - London Calling”

Jay_Jones: I head out to the ring greeting and slapping hands with some of the fans. I am in my black square cut trunks and matching boots with kick pads. I Jump up onto the ring apron. I then Jump over the top rope, landing perfectly with both boots slamming onto the canvas which brings a cheer from the fans. I shake hands with the referee then head to my corner, stretch and wait for my opponent You are not logged in. . yt

BigPoppa: The lights in the arena go dark......Disturbed "The Sound of Silence" starts to play in the darkness. Then one single spotlight cones on at the top of the ramp as I stand there, raise my arms as the lights come up....and then strut to the ring. Red singlet with black boots, knee pads, and wrist tape. Climb in the ring. Stretching on the ropes You are not logged in.

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Jay_Jones: I hear your music and then I see the spotlight come on, illuminating you and then as the main lights come on you raise your arms to a mixed reception from the fans. I must admit that you look every bit the pro wrestler that you are in your red singlet with black boots and kneepads, your wrist tape finishes your heel look and as you strut towards the ring your 77 lbs weight advantage is clear to me and everybody in the arena. You climb into the ring and head to your corner, stretching without paying me any attention as you try to play mind games with me and for the most part it works as I remember the last time we met.

Jay_Jones: The referee calls us to the centre of the ring and goes over the classic pro rules while we stand eyeball to eyeball. The referee finishes and I take one step back and offer you my hand You are not logged in. yt

BigPoppa: I look at your hand with a grin. Slowly raise my hand like I am gonna shake it as the crowd cheers....then in a flash, I snap my head forward....headbutting you as the ref yells at me, backing me up until the bell. Yt

Jay_Jones: You raise your hand and the crowd cheer; my nerves calm down as I believe we are at least going to start off this match with joint respect however you quickly bring your hard head forwards and deliver a headbutt to my forehead. “FUCER” I yell as I hold my head but you needed to do your homework as I have, I guess the second hardest head in the business after my little brother but nevertheless you stun me really good, giving me a migraine like headache. The referee yells at you but the damage is done. I go back to my corner holding my head playing up the damage a little but still feeling the effects of your cheating move.

The bell rings You are not logged in.

Jay_Jones: I am not wanting to lock up with a guy who has a 77 lbs weight advantage and so I rush across the ring and try to hit you with a quick forearm smash before the bell stops ringing. yt

BigPoppa: Grinning at the fans. Turn around to see you charging at me.....but not in time to do anything about it. Smashed into that corner with the forearm. My turn to see stars. Yt

Jay_Jones: My forearm catches the side of your head and seems to stun you. I grab your left arm and attempt to whip you all the way across the ring in the hope that your back lands hard against the turnbuckle as my fans cheer me on. yt

BigPoppa: Use my size advantage and take a big step.... planting a boot and spin to reverse the whip to send you to the turnbuckles instead. Yt

Jay_Jones: I get you to the point that I can release you when you use your weight and size advantage to plant your foot firmly on the canvas and spin around, sending my own back hurtling towards the same turnbuckle *THUD* my back hits hard, the rattling of the ring hides my YELL as I slump in the corner a little, grabbing the top ropes to steady myself. yt

BigPoppa: Run in right after you. Arm out for a big clothesline in the corner!! Yt

Jay_Jones: As you come towards me with your arm out I panic knowing that big arm could do a lot of damage with me trapped in the corner. I pull myself together and at the last second I roll to my right and duck at the same time. yt

BigPoppa: Crash hard to the corner. Bounce out...staggering back. Holding my furry pecs. Confused look on my face. Thought I had you right where I wanted you. You are not logged in. yt

Jay_Jones: You hit the turnbuckle hard and as you step back, I punch you in the kidney area and then grab the top of your head and start to slam your forehead into the top turnbuckle as my fans count with me …1…2…3… yt

BigPoppa: Ref calling for the break as you work me over in the cover. Knees wobbly. Seeing stars. Trying to push you away. Yt

Jay_Jones: The referee warns me to release you and I do so immediately. You try to push me away and I decide that after that headbutt you delivered before the bell, that the referee is likely to give me a little break so I give you another punch in your kidney area before I step away, lean against the rope and prepare to restart. yt

BigPoppa: That kidney shot lands hard and I drop to a knee. Slowly get up and turn....looking for you. Crowd cheering for you. Walk along the ropes to recover and regroup. Keeping some distance between us. Step out and start to circle. Yt

Jay_Jones: You appear a little shocked that I started so well against you as you walk along the ropes our eyes locked. You then step out and start to circle. This time I am a little more confident and agree to lock up in a classic collar and elbow, I instantly try to push you back yt

BigPoppa: We lunge into each other and lock up...struggle against you as I plant my boots. Keeping you from pushing me back. Quickly transition into a side headlock. Grinding it on tight! Yt

Jay_Jones: I soon realise that locking up was a mistake as you plant your boot again on the canvas, preventing me form pushing you back before you quickly transfer into a side headlock. Your big arm traps me tight and you grind my face against your pecs in your singlet. For the first time in this match, I cannot counter and desperately try to pull at your arm while I feel myself getting a little light headed. yt

BigPoppa: Turn our backs to the ref......then slam a fist to your head.....then tighten the headlock. Ref steps around to check and make sure it's clean. Turn again and repeat the fist. Ref checks but misses the closed fist to the head. Yt

Jay_Jones: I feel you turn us around and the “AHHHHFUCK” I moan into your singlet as you punch me in the head and my headache returns. I hear the crowd BOOING as you turn me around again and "OOOUUUUFFFFFF”, your fist is driven into my head again and this time you stun me good. I wave my hand and point towards my head hoping the referee will see what you are doing as I panic, not wanting another punch. yt

BigPoppa: I smile. Turning you for the crowd to see. Lean forward...then straighten up. Wrenching on the headlock. Yt

Jay_Jones: My fans really start to JEER you as you turn me towards them. You then straighten up and wrench on the headlock, I HOWL and in desperation I punch you in the gut just as hard as I can. yt

BigPoppa: Your fist lands hard. Ass juts out from the impact. Sucking wind. Losing my grip some. Yt

Jay_Jones: I can tell right away that my punch hits you hard in the right spot and your ass juts out and you start to double over, losing your grip on my head a little. I waste no time and yank my head out shaking it a little as I try to get some blood flowing back to my brain. I push your head down further and drive my elbow into the back of your head and neck yt

BigPoppa: Head gets hammered. Stand up...staggering back. Fall back against the ropes. Leaning there...trying to clear my head. Yt

Jay_Jones: I see you stagger back against the ropes and you are clearly a little stunned. I am still suffering the after effects of your headlock and the illegal head punches but I must press my slight advantage and I rush you, extend my right arm and attempt to clothesline you over the top rope yt

BigPoppa: See you coming but can't move in time. Do the only thing that I can think of as you level me with the clothesline. Grabbing onto you, hoping to flip you out of the ring with me as I crash to the floor. Yt

Jay_Jones: I hit you full power and indeed you start to topple over the top rope but I then get that feeling or dread as I realise you have grabbed me and that I am going over the top rope with you. *THUD* I land on my back, the lightly padded floor giving me little protection and I MOAN as a jolt of pain goes up and down my spine. I grab the barrier and pull myself up, wincing as I turn to see how you landed. yt

BigPoppa: Land hard on my upper back. Rolling on to my stomach as the momentum flips me head over heels. I slowly push up on all fours ...looking for you as I will my big body to get up and attack. Yt

Jay_Jones: To my surprise you are already on all fours and starting to gey up so I run at you, lifting my knee towards your head as I try to deliver a vicious knee strike yt

BigPoppa: Head snaps to the side as my big body flips with it. Crashing into the ring steps. Ref starting his count as we both are outside the ring. Yt

Jay_Jones: My knee strike snaps your head to the side and your body flips with it as you crash into the ring steps. The referee starts counting and so I know my time is limited. I drag you up by the back of your neck and try to slam your head into the apron so that I can stun you more before I attempt to throw you back into the ring as the referee is up to the count of …4… yt

BigPoppa: Head bounces off the apron and I drop to a knee.....seeing stars circling my head. Trying to focus. Hear the ref counting. Trying to push up and roll back into the ring. Can't let this little shit win by count out. Yt

Jay_Jones: I see you drop to a knee and then try to get up again the referee is up to …7… now and I grab the back of your neck together with that hot ass of yours through your tight singlet "let me give you a hand there Poppa" I growl and throw you back under the bottom rope as the referee count …8… yt

BigPoppa: Roll into the ring. Pushing up on my knees. See you climb in and swing a big fist aimed at those abs. Yt

Jay_Jones: As I step through the ropes your fist drives into my unflexed abs, I GASP and COUGH as I fall forwards through the ropes face first to the floor with my feet resting on the middle rope GROANING and holding my abs. “My fans start BOOING you again yt

BigPoppa: Push up to my feet. Grabbing your head under my arm in a facelock, take a step back. Stretching you out. Your head under my arm....your feet hooked on the ropes. Nope to the crowd, then drop to my back with a ddt! yt

Jay_Jones: You grab my head and lift it up under your pit in a face lock I try to struggle but my feet are stuck on the middle rope and then *THUD* you drive my head into the canvas I see flashing lights and my hearing sounds muffled as I remain facedown my legs lightly kicking the ring floor. yt

BigPoppa: Roll you to your back. Hooking a leg as I lay across your chest for the pin. Ref counts 1! Yt

Jay_Jones: I am aware of you rolling me onto my back and then you lay your 277 lbs across my chest and hook my leg. I hear the referee count ….1…. but my head hurts and you are just too heavy laying across my chest the ref hits the mat again ….2…. “Shit” I mumble and I think about Tue and his light weight having to face you and I shoot my right arm up and manage to get my right shoulder up just enough to break the pin, I hope. yt

BigPoppa: Roll off and up. Yelling at the ref about a slow count. Reach down, grabbing a handful of hair, dragging you up to your feet. Yt

Jay_Jones: The referee stops the count and you do not seem happy. I am still very dazed when you reach down and drag me up to my feet by my hair. “FUCK YOU POPPA” I growl as I put my hands on your head and grip it, my head is locked under your jaw and try to drop to my knees and give you a jawbreaker yt

BigPoppa: Stunned as my head bounces off of yours. Arms waving as I stagger. Finally fall backwards....catching myself on the turnbuckles. Rubbing my jaw as I lean there. Yt

Jay_Jones: I kneel in the ring holding my head. I turn around and see you in the corner holding the turnbuckle and rubbing your jaw. I get to my feet needing to capitalise I rush in turning my back towards you as I try to thump my ass into you and back elbow your sore jaw yt

BigPoppa: That elbow lands hard as you smash me in the corner...stagger as I take two steps and just face plant to the mat. yt

Jay_Jones: I watch you land face first to the mat and start to feel a little happier. I walk over to you and try to drop an elbow to you back. yt

BigPoppa: Body jerks on impact. Roll to the ropes to pull up. Ref telling you I'm in the ropes. Get to a knee. Slamming a fist to your abs again as you step towards me. Yt

Jay_Jones: I approach you as you try to get up but the referee stops me, you get to your knees I move the ref out of the way and “FUCK” You drive your big fist into my totally unflexed abs and I drop to my knees, desperately trying to gasp back in some air yt

BigPoppa: Grab your head and just slam it forward to the mat. Then roll up to my feet. Crowd booing the dirty moves. Yt

Jay_Jones: While I desperately try to recover from your gut punch, you grab my head and slam it into the canvas, my head starts pounding as I start to succumb to your size and experience advantage. I grab my head while I continue to try to take on some oxygen. yt

BigPoppa: Stand, dragging you up with me. Grab you around the waist with one arm....other arm under your thigh....lift you up and drop you straddle my knee and immediately step back into the ropes...bouncing out with a clothesline......crowd gasps at the atomic drop and clothesline combination. yt

Jay_Jones: You drag me up and grab me and then lift me with one arm around my waist and the other under my thigh, I then scream as you drop my balls onto your knee, they feel like they have burst as pain explodes in my lower regions. My hands drop to my bulge as your left arm hits my chest and sends me to my back. My fans are quiet now as my hopes of a big upset win slip away. I sit up and grab the rope clutching my chest, my balls throbbing with pain yt

BigPoppa: Turn back towards you. Dragging my thumb across my throat….signalling for my finisher. Then I grab your head....dragging you up to your feet and to center of the ring. Shoving your head between my thighs. Yt

Jay_Jones: You drag me up and shove my head between your thighs. FUCK I know what’s coming and I need to counter or it is all over for me. Before you secure my head, I ram it upwards as hard as I can into your balls, I then quickly grab your lower legs, yanking them towards me and as you fall, I quickly step between your legs and drop my crotch on your face, pulling your legs with me and pressing your feet down to the floor. The referee drops down and slaps the canvas …1… a huge ROAR goes up from the crowd You are not logged in. . Yt

BigPoppa: My balls explode in pain. Totally caught off guard. Next thing I know I am on my back with a mouthful of your bulge. I hear the ref count 2! Struggling and squirming. The ref counts 3! As I buck and kick you off of me....but too late! The crowd roars as the bell rings after the pinfall!!! Yt

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Jay_Jones: I hear the bell and I cannot believe it, my fans go ballistic I let your legs drop but cannot help but keep my bulge on your face maybe a little longer than I should and then I stand as the referee lifts my arm while I am announced as the winner. I look down at you and offer you my hand to help you up. yt

BigPoppa: I take your hand and pull up. Crowd cheering at the show of sportsmanship, then gasp as I snap a boot up into your big bulge. Kicking those balls like I was kicking a football! Yt

Jay_Jones: You take my hand and I pull you up as the crowd cheer. I then almost throw up over you as your boot hits my balls so hard that I am damn sure that you have busted both of them. I drop to my knees, feeling faint as the referee steps in holding his hands up to you. yt

BigPoppa: Shove the ref out of the way .
I then grab your head....shoving it between my thighs. Wasting no time as I grab your trunks and jerk you up inverted. Dropping to my ass with a piledriver.

BigPoppa:

Jay_Jones: Fuck I see you push the referee away and you grab my head and shove it between your thighs then you grab my trunks and hoist me up “NOOOOOOOOOOO” I shout as you drop to your ass and drive my head into the ring floor. I feel my neck compress and I get a painful tingling sensation in my shoulders and with it traveling down my arms I know instantly that you have just caused at least some serious nerve damage to my upper spine. My head also hurts like hell and my sound and vision is fading in and out. yt

BigPoppa: Evil grin as I stand. Dragging you up. Step back to the corner as you wobble there.......then run forward....slamming a hard fist strike to the back of your head and neck. Focusing on that now damaged neck! Bammmm! yt

Jay_Jones: You drag me up to my knees but I have no idea what’s going on and then BANG I experience a level of pain that I have never experienced in my neck area before, my arms go completely numb as I faceplant the canvas teetering on the verge of consciousness. yt

BigPoppa: Laugh as I slap my furry pecs. Then reach down. Dragging you up. Scoop you up across my chest. Turn you....inverting you....holding your head by my bulge. Drop to my knees with a tombstone piledriver. But hold you there. Seeing security start to rush the ring, I push up. Lifting you with me as I stand again and drop with another tombstone. Then roll out of the ring. Security sliding in and calling for the medics. yt

Jay_Jones: You pull me up and invert me I get a hugs whiff of your strong sweat and musk from your crotch and then BANG I feel a terrible CRACK in my neck and then nothing at all just darkness.

Jay_Jones: I only find out hours later in hospital that you held onto me and gave me a second tombstone piledriver. My neck is encased in a surgical collar my dad and Tua are at my bedside as we wait to find out just how much damage you have done to me.

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Jay advances to the second round of the tournament but if he can make it, what condition will he be in?

Published: 2022-12-10, viewed 58 times.