SECW - SouthEast Championship Wrestling

The Blond Bombshell:

I’m backstage in the locker room at the venue for the SECW Indie Revolution PPV Event in Williamsburg, Virginia. Just a few minutes ago I pulled off probably the best win of my life to defeat Cason and Loki in a 1v2 handicap match [The Blond Bombshell v Cason and Loki], but I sure took a lot of punishment. I’ve just managed to grab a quick shower and I’m now sat down on a bench, ice packs covering my battered body as I try to recover. I glance up and see one of the event organizers approaching me.

“Hey Matt, I know you’re hurting so I’m sorry to ask, but I need a favor,” he says, “we’ve got a new kid on the card for tonight but his opponent had to pull out. Would you be able to do another match tonight?

“Man, I don’t know, I can barely move,” I reply, standing and showing the bruises and welts on my legs and chest to emphasize the point. “Who is this guy anyway?”

“He’s new, don’t know much about him. He’s pretty small though, most of the other guys on the card tonight would be too big, that’s why I’m asking you, I’m sure you’ll be able to handle him,” he says, desperately trying to persuade me.

“Okay, I’ll do it, no problem,” I reply generously, even though I’m not sure I feel up to it I don’t want to let the fed down by having them forced to cancel a match. I wouldn’t want a new guy to miss out on his chance either. “How soon is the match?” I ask.

“Um, actually it’s right now,” the organizer replies awkwardly. “I’m here to get you ready asap.”

“Well, I’m still in my gear, so I guess I’m ready,” I say, glancing down at the same blue thong I just competed in, and I head over to stand behind the curtain and await my announcement, hoping that the adrenaline shot I got from my earlier win will see me through this one. With any luck the organizer will be right and my opponent will be some little guy who’s a pushover.

The Pocket Rocket:

I’m standing backstage on the opposite side of the arena, also awaiting my announcement. I’m excited to make my debut for SECW and showing what I can do. I know that since I’m 5’1, people often underestimate me, so to play up to that I’m geared up in classic white trunks and boots, the signature outfit of the jobber. I’m well aware that I’m no jobber though, and I’m keen to see who I’m going to be facing. I’ve just been told that my scheduled opponent had to pull out but they’ve found a last-minute replacement, so I’m curious who it will be. As the debutant I get introduced first by the announcer:

“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome an SECW rookie, coming in at just 5’1 and weighing 160lbs, please welcome ‘The Pocket Rocket!”

I walk out, feigning nervousness, playing the role of the timid jobber as I make my way to the ring and climb through the ropes into my corner. I get a warm but not particularly enthusiastic reaction from the crowd, who seem to be waiting to see who my opponent will be before choosing a side.

The Blond Bombshell:

Now it’s my turn. I put on a brave face and try not to wince or grimace from the aches in my body, wanting to look fresh and ready for my opponent. Having had my first look at him I’m not sure what to think. He’s 5’1 and sure looks like a jobber, but then he’s 160lbs which is more than me even though I’m eight inches taller, so he’s obviously packing some serious muscle. I guess I’ll just need to be careful and assess him once I’m in the ring. The announcer then calls my name and I’m ready to make my entrance:

“And now, graciously stepping in at short notice despite just finishing a gruelling match earlier tonight, please give a big welcome back to ‘The Blond Bombshell’!”

I smile wide and walk out to loud cheers, taking my time on my way to the ring, mixing with the fans, many of whom want to run their hands over my body that’s still sweaty from the last match. Eventually I climb in through the ropes and get a proper look at you across the ring. Up close, you actually look pretty tough, I’m certainly not falling for the jobber façade. Serious muscles and the tattoos definitely give off a threatening vibe, but I make sure to project an aura of confidence as I stride out to the middle of the ring to shake your hand, while the ref reminds us that this will be a standard match, one fall by pin, sub or ko to win.

The Pocket Rocket:

This just got a lot more interesting, as my opponent is introduced and turns out to be the guy I watched take out two absolute tanks just a few minutes ago. On the one hand I know he’s a great wrestler, but on the other hand he must be exhausted. I realise he must have been pushed into this despite being pretty beaten up, just so that I could have my match. I feel grateful and shake his hand respectfully as we meet, before returning to our corners to wait for the bell.

The Blond Bombshell:

We shake hands and head back to our corners, and then the bell sounds. If possible, I want to try to win this match quickly as I don’t have a lot of energy left in reserve, so I step forward and immediately look to go on the attack. I extend my arms out to lock up with you, confident that I can use my significant height advantage to bully you down to the canvas.

The Pocket Rocket:

You step forward and offer to lock up, which I accept. We begin trying to overpower each other, it’s hard work for me since you’re pushing down with gravity on your side. I briefly have to go down to one knee, but I then use that as a base and push back up and use my strength to shove you backwards.

The Blond Bombshell:

You’ve certainly got plenty of strength, powering back up and pushing me backwards, so I instead try to twist and use your momentum against you, moving to the side and hoping to see you go stumbling past me.

The Pocket Rocket:

As I keep surging forward you cleverly twist around to the side and my momentum carries me past you towards the ropes. I quickly put on the brakes and turn around to face you again, expecting to find you closing in and getting ready to defend myself.

The Blond Bombshell:

My plan works and you end up heading towards the ropes, so I follow you getting right up close to your back, and then the moment you begin to turn around I unleash a devastating European uppercut into your jaw, snapping your head back.

The Pocket Rocket:

I’ve just barely turned back around when I see a blur and feel something smash into my jaw, sending me reeling back to slump against the ropes. My head spins and my vision blurs for a few moments, as I move sideways along the ropes to try to slip away from you.

The Blond Bombshell:

I see you trying to escape and create some distance between us but I’m not about to let that happen when I’ve managed to gain the early advantage. I grab your closest arm to stop your retreat, and then I spin and use my grip on your arm to slingshot you across the ring towards the opposite corner. I then charge after you to press home my advantage.

The Pocket Rocket:

Still feeling a bit dizzy as I suddenly find myself catapulted across the ring, I see the corner post approaching fast and I manage to twist myself around so that I crash into it with my back rather than my face. I look up to see running at me, maybe this time I can use your momentum against you and my small size in my favour. As you get close, I bend over a little at the waist and headbutt you in the abs, getting a good impact as you were moving fast.

The Blond Bombshell:

Oof, I carelessly rush straight into your headbutt and get smashed in the abs, taking a couple of steps back and sucking down the air you just knocked out of me. I try to position myself to keep you trapped in the corner though, not wanting to let you escape.

The Pocket Rocket:

My unorthodox headbutt makes you back off, but you stay close enough that I can’t really break out from the corner without a direct attack, so that’s what I decide to do. Showing off the speed that earned me my nickname I push off from the post and rush at you, wrapping both arms around your waist and throwing you to the side. You land on your stomach and I drop down onto you back.

The Blond Bombshell:

Holy fuck, what the hell just happened, this guy moves like lightning. All I saw was a blur and suddenly I’m down on my stomach staring at the canvas, not really sure how I got here. I try stretching my arm out to reach for the nearby bottom rope, hoping for a break.

The Pocket Rocket:

I trap you firmly underneath me, and then when I see your arm stretching out for the rope I pounce, grabbing it and twisting it up behind your back in a nasty chicken wing. I then slowly inch my weight forward to push your arm further and further up your back, increasing the pressure of the hold.

The Blond Bombshell:

Ow, this is real trouble, I want to submit but I know I can’t this early in the match, the fans would be disappointed with such a short match, I have to find a way to escape. I wriggle my free arm out from under my body and reach back to grab your ankle. I tug it forward, hoping to make you lose your balance which might create a chance for me to slip my arm free.

The Pocket Rocket:

I get too focused on dialling up the pressure on the chicken wing and I don’t notice your other arm sneaking back until I suddenly feel one of my legs yanked out from under me, causing me to fall of your back to the side, losing my grip on your arm. You’re still down though, and I quickly spring back up to my feet and kick you in the ribs to make you roll over onto your back, then I stomp on your abs which are already a bit red and sore from my earlier headbutt.

The Blond Bombshell:

My arm gets free, much to my relief, but the relief is short lived when I take a couple of hard kicks, one to the side and one to the gut which has be coughing and groaning in pain. My abs are strong as bricks, but they’re pretty sore from the punishment they’ve taken tonight across both matches so I need to protect them. Not wanting to take another stomp, I sit up and then I reach around behind your leg and drive my fist into the back of your knee, causing your leg to buckle. As you start to fall forward, I roll onto my back and swing my legs up to deliver a big double kick.

The Pocket Rocket:

I see you sit up and go to grab your hair to yank you to your feet, but before I can get there I get nailed in the back of my knee which causes me to stumble forward. I have the idea of using the stumble to drop down on top of you, but you obviously anticipated that and as I start to go down I’m met by both your feet coming up and smashing into my pecs. I go flying, seriously I must be fully airborne for a couple of seconds, then I crash down on my back in the middle of the ring with two massive red welts on my chest.

The Blond Bombshell:

Perfect, I manage to connect absolutely flush with a big double kick that sends you flying. Wanting to take advantage, I get to my feet, shaking out my sore arm, and quickly move over to you. I reach down and grab one of your ankles in each of my hands, and then I step over your body to twist you over onto your stomach and sit down on your back for a Boston crab.

The Pocket Rocket:

Oww, you sit down heavily on my back and bend my legs up into a Boston crab that sets my back on fire. I try putting hands on the floor and pushing up but you’re too well set to shift. Changing my plan, I try to grip the canvas and claw myself forward towards the ropes.

The Blond Bombshell:

I keep on working your back in the hold, but to my surprise I feel you managing to slowly inch us towards the ropes. You really are a strong little guy to manage that, but I’m not about to let you catch a break. As you get close to the ropes, I stand and drag you by your ankles back towards the middle of the ring, where I turn around and sit back down on your back facing up towards your head. I then slide my arms under pits and bring my hands together at the back of your neck, securing a full nelson that lets me mash your face into the canvas.

The Pocket Rocket:

Fuck, I thought I was making progress but you were just toying with me, letting me use up my energy to drag myself towards the ropes only for you to drag me back again and transition to a full nelson which leaves me tasting the sweat on the canvas. I wriggle and squirm underneath you but I can’t get out from under your weight, so I try instead bringing my knees up under me to get my body off the canvas slightly, hoping I might be able to get to my feet from there.

The Blond Bombshell:

You bring your knees up under you, so I decide to go with it and climb to my feet, lifting you with me. Since I’m several inches taller, when I stand up straight with you in my full nelson, your feet dangle in the air above the floor of the ring. I then turn to face one corner and run towards the post as fast as I can while carrying you like this, and crush you between the post and my equally hard body.

The Pocket Rocket:

Oh fuck no, I can see what’s coming but I can stop it as I see the corner post approaching fast and then I get absolutely smashed into it. I groan in pain and slump so that only your grip is keeping me upright, my resistance crumbling for now.

The Blond Bombshell:

Right now it feels like I have you at my mercy, I’m still feeling surprisingly strong and fresh thanks to the adrenaline still coursing through my system. I bash you into the post a couple more times, and then I spin around, drop down to one knee, and smash you down over it in an over-the-knee backbreaker.

The Pocket Rocket:

I barely know which way is up or down right now, smashed repeatedly into the post, spun around dizzyingly and then bashed down so hard over your knee I feel my spine creak in protest. In desperation, I reach up with one hand and try to smash you in the jaw with a fist in an urgent bid to escape.

The Blond Bombshell:

I press down hard on your legs and your neck to really bend you over my knee. It almost seems like you might be on the brink of submitting when all of a sudden one of your hands shoots up and clocks me cleanly in the jaw. I collapse to my back and you roll of my knee, I try to shake my head clear as I blink up at the lights.

The Pocket Rocket:

Thank goodness that worked, otherwise I might have had to take the loss, but now I have a chance. Rubbing my aching back, I get up to my knees to see you still lying on your back looking a bit stunned, so I take the chance to throw myself on top of you to go for the pin, my chest flattening your shoulders to the mat as the ref starts to count.

The Blond Bombshell:

No, I refuse to be beaten yet. Although my head is still spinning, I dig deep to bridge up and lift a shoulder off the ground at the count of 2, forcing you to break away from the pin attempt. You have to get up and I slowly try to get back up to my feet.

The Pocket Rocket:

You break the pin, but as I break away and get back to my feet I see you still moving sluggishly, so I grab your hair and pull you up to your feet, then I hook an arm down between your legs to give me leverage to lift you. I then arch backward and lift you up to flip you over my shoulders and down hard onto your back in a powerful suplex that shakes the ring.

The Blond Bombshell:

I feel you pulling me up and I try to resist as you set up to throw me over your back for the suplex, digging my heels in and fighting to stay on the ground. You’re so strong for your size though, and lift me pretty effortlessly despite my resistance, and when I land on my back I let out a loud groan of pain and reach behind me to massage my back.

The Pocket Rocket:

You’re really looking pretty beaten up now, maybe the adrenaline from your previous win is starting to wear off. I decide to go for the kill, rolling you over onto your stomach I balance carefully on your legs and reach down to pull your arms back behind you. I then rock backwards, going down to my back and raising you up above me in a suspended surfboard.

The Blond Bombshell:

I howl in pain as you suspend me helplessly over your body, my sweat dripping down onto you as you twist my limbs and bend my back agonizingly. I can’t take much more of this, but there’s not much I can do except hope you get tired as I know this a tough hold to maintain.

The Pocket Rocket:

You show brave resilience as you refuse to submit, even when I and the ref both step into ask you a couple of times. After a couple of minutes of torture my own limbs are starting to burn from maintaining the hold, so I make a rapid transition, suddenly releasing the tension in my arms and legs to allow your body to drop down on top of mine, at which point I immediately lock in a sleeper, locking one of my powerful arms tightly around your throat.

The Blond Bombshell:

Damn, I can see how you earned that Pocket Rocket nickname, another lightning-fast transition catches me off guard and before I know it I’m struggling to breathe, too worn down to really fight it as I feel my face going red and my eyes closing.

The Pocket Rocket:

I think I’ve got you now, but I’ve thought that a couple of times before in this match so I’m taking no chances. I use my free hand to grip the wrist of the sleepering arm, pulling the choke tighter and making it more secure, then I lie back and watch you fade.

The Blond Bombshell:

I’m fading fast now and I’ve just got nothing left in the tank, looks like this match was just a bridge too far after my earlier exertions, although I’m glad I accepted the challenge to take on this little stud. I slowly drift into unconsciousness as your rock hard bicep cuts off all my air and my body goes limp in your hold.

The Pocket Rocket:

Finally I’ve managed to put an end to your resistance, but fuck you’re a tough guy. The ref comes in to check that you’re out, lifting up your arm and letting it drop for the 1..2..3.. count, and then rings the bell. I release you and get up to celebrate, climbing onto the ropes and posing to the crowd as rivers of sweat run off my body after the toughest match I’ve had in a long time. I look back and see you starting to stir and go to check you’re okay and to help you up. “Unlucky man, good effort, you really are tough. Thanks for stepping in to give me a match, I feel like if you were fresh I wouldn’t have had a chance.”

The Blond Bombshell:

After about a minute I slowly start to regain consciousness and you kindly come over to help me up, offering a hand to pull me up to my feet. “Thanks man, although I’m not sure about that,” I reply, “I think you’d be a handful in any circumstances.” We share a sweaty embrace full of mutual respect in the middle of the ring as the crowd roar for both of us, and then an idea pops into my head. “Hey, I have a suggestion for you. How would you feel about being my tag team partner? I think we could take down any team on the roster here!”

The Pocket Rocket:

“I would love that, although based on what I saw earlier it doesn’t seem like you need much help to take down a tag team, but I’d love to be your partner. I’d certainly prefer we be on the same side next time we get in the ring together, rather than having to go against you.” With that agreed, we exit the ring and head back to the locker room to hit the showers. All SECW tag teams should consider themselves put on notice, because we’re coming for you.

Published: 2022-07-25, viewed 67 times.