SECW - SouthEast Championship Wrestling

23:22 Jackhammer_Rod_Jackson-Reed: I'm signed to face the new guy to the Fed... always dangerous since I've got nothing to go on. Heard he's tough.... I get geared up, white trunks with "Jackhammer" in gold letters wrapping my bubble ass, white pads, white boots, gold ring jacket. Head out as I hear the announcer's voice boom: "Wrestling fans, this next match is for one fall... introducing FIRST... from Oakland, CA, standing 6'1 and weighing in at 225 lbs... 'Jackhammer' Rod Jackson!"

I head out across the warm wooden floor, high fives and fist bumps for the fans, bound up the steps… push up on the top rope and step in, pumping a fist and flashing a killer grin for the fans.

I pace, my hands on hips, shaking out my quads and rolling out my neck, waiting on my opponent.

23:25 Anthony_Maven: I'm warming up backstage, trying to get the nerves out before my first Fed match. I stop to adjust my gear in the mirror, looking over the black boots, army green square cuts, and black armbands, making sure everhing's just right. I hear my intro music start ( "Okay," I say to my reflection, "I guess we're doing this.

As I step out in front of the crowd for the first time, the announcer comes over the loudspeaker again, "And the newcomer, hailing from Knoxville, TN, standing at 5 feet 8 inches tall and weighing in at 165 pounds, Anthony Maven!"

I trot toward the ring, eyes focused on my opponent. I climb onto the apron, grabbing the top rope and leaping over it into the ring. I turn to the crowd, arms up, flashing a smile.

23:30 Jackhammer_Rod_Jackson-Reed: Eye your muscular bod..., slip off ring jacket and step up, eyes on you, all business, raising my arms and lifting boots one at a time so the ref can pat me down... hands on hips nodding, eyeing you as he reminds us of the rules...

23:32 Anthony_Maven: I look you up and down, noting the way your gear hugs your body, barely listening to the ref as my heart beats loudly in my ears

23:33 Jackhammer_Rod_Jackson-Reed: I offer a shake and then head back to my corner, some deep stretched on the ropes before the bell... CLANG! I spin around and move out of my corner, arms up, eyes on you, closing in... ready to tie up with you ...

23:35 Anthony_Maven: I test the ropes as I head back to my corner, then I hear the bell. I move in to meet you, hands up.

23:36 Jackhammer_Rod_Jackson-Reed: Slice into a tight collar and elbow, my hands smacking your smooth muscle... wrenching with you... my wide back flaring, boots digging the canvas

23:38 Anthony_Maven: I feel your weight press in on me as we lock together in the C & E. I lower my center of gravity, bending my knees and trying to drive you back.

23:39 Jackhammer_Rod_Jackson-Reed: feel the power in those legs as you counter my drive... pull you into a tight side headlock and cinch up on it.... teeth flashing.

23:41 Anthony_Maven: My jaw throbs as you pull me into a headlock and mug for the crowd. I pull my right arm across my body, then send its elbow slamming into your ribs twice

23:42 Jackhammer_Rod_Jackson-Reed: NNNGH... teeth flashing as your elbow knifes into my ribs... HIP TOSS you to the mat, keeping the side headlock... cinch up on it.

23:43 Anthony_Maven: As you toss me, I grab onto your forearm with both hands. When I hit the mat, I pull down and drop forward, trying to let your momentum carry you over me to break the lock

23:44 Jackhammer_Rod_Jackson-Reed: Lose my grip and roll out and to a knee... eyeing the quick wrestler.

23:45 Anthony_Maven: I kip up and make a break for the ropes, rebounding off of them and aiming a running dropkick at your wide lats

23:46 Jackhammer_Rod_Jackson-Reed: Fall forward to my stomach, rolling out and back to a knee, spinning to face you, a hand on my back... eyeing you. Stand, adjust trunks and circle...

23:48 Anthony_Maven: Roll away from you and up to my feet, seeing you recover quickly. I grin at you and begin to circle

23:53 Jackhammer_Rod_Jackson-Reed: close in, tie up with you again, tight! wrenching with you... slowly bulling you back toward the ring ropes

23:55 Anthony_Maven: Our size and power difference on display, you back me up until I feel the ring rope digging into my back.

23:56 Jackhammer_Rod_Jackson-Reed: ref slaps my shoulder, calls for the break... lift big arms and step back, ass flexing nicely under my packed white and gold trunks... as soon as you move off the ropes, we tie up again...

23:59 Anthony_Maven: As you go to lock up with me again, I try to slip to your side and reverse our positions

00:00 Jackhammer_Rod_Jackson-Reed: scrambling with you… my back now facing the ropes.... a boot back... teeth flashing.

00:01 Anthony_Maven: I pull back and aim a chop across your pecs

00:02 Jackhammer_Rod_Jackson-Reed: thwack! I stagger back against the ropes, clutching my pecs...

00:03 Anthony_Maven: The first chop connects, so I follow it with another, then grab your arm, trying to whip you across the ring

00:04 Jackhammer_Rod_Jackson-Reed: boots thunder across the ring as you send me to the far ropes

00:04 Jackhammer_Rod_Jackson-Reed: bounce off and back toward you...

00:06 Anthony_Maven: I run forward, meeting you a few feet from where we started, then drop to the mat to trip you with a toe hold as you come crashing toward me

00:08 Jackhammer_Rod_Jackson-Reed: crash forward to the mat.... looking left, right...

00:08 Anthony_Maven: I scramble on top of you, hooking your left leg and reaching up for a cross-face

00:10 Jackhammer_Rod_Jackson-Reed: scrambling toward the bottom rope, reaching for it...

00:12 Anthony_Maven: My inexperience shows in our ring placement, as we're only a short distance from the ropes. You just manage to reach the rope as I lock the hold in, the ref calling for the break. He counts one, two... I let go, standing and backing up a few feet toward the center of the ring

00:13 Jackhammer_Rod_Jackson-Reed: Roll out and up to a knee, a hand on the middle rope, eyeing you... then up... the dude is a lightning fast wrestler... I move off the ropes and circle you, sweat glinting on my shoulders, upper back, pecs…

04:12 Anthony_Maven: I circle in, slowly closing the distance between us, looking for an opening

04:13 Jackhammer_Rod_Jackson-Reed: Slice into another tight collar and elbow...

04:15 Anthony_Maven: I grunt as you lock up with me again. Pull back, then throw a kick in toward your left leg, trying to weaken your roots

04:17 Jackhammer_Rod_Jackson-Reed: wince and shout, dropping a little... then shoving you back into the ropes, rocketing a KNEE into your abs! bam!

04:19 Anthony_Maven: Stumble back toward the ropes, still tightly wrapped up with you. Your knee connects solidly, momentarily knocking the wind out of me as I double over

04:21 Jackhammer_Rod_Jackson-Reed: Pull your head down with one hand and cock my elbow, DRILL the back of your head, BAM!

04:22 Anthony_Maven: No time to recover before I feel your elbow CRACK into me, driving me straight down to the mat. I lie on my stomach for a second, hands going to the back of my head

04:23 Jackhammer_Rod_Jackson-Reed: Deliver a big BOOT to your upper back... then step back, arms raised as the ref forces me away given your boots are under the bottom rope...

04:25 Anthony_Maven: I cry out in pain as your boot comes crashing down on my exposed back. As the ref steps in, I make my way slowly up to my hands and knees, trying to get my breath back

04:26 Jackhammer_Rod_Jackson-Reed: the ref steps away and I move in straddling you, turning you from the ropes and sitting down, locking on a camel clutch!!!

04:26 Jackhammer_Rod_Jackson-Reed: pull back on your chin, my teeth flashing, ceps peaking...

04:28 Anthony_Maven: My left arm and leg splay out, searching for the rope. I groan as you crank on the pressure.

04:29 Jackhammer_Rod_Jackson-Reed: bounce on your lower back... trying to increase the pressure... and jerk you sideways trying to keep your hand away from the rope...

04:33 Anthony_Maven: "Aack!" A sound comes out of me that can be heard over the crowd as you bounce on my back, taking full advantage of your size and position. Just as my head turns enough to see the rope, you pull me a safe distance away from it. Focus up. Breathe. Slowly, I start working my right knee forward, trying to get a leg under me to provide some support.

04:34 Jackhammer_Rod_Jackson-Reed: frustrated... struggling to keep my position and pressure on your lower back....

04:36 Anthony_Maven: Inch by inch, my knee comes forward, until it's far enough forward to take a little pressure off the hold. I reach up and grab your wrists with both hands and press to the side in an effort to shift you off of me

04:41 Jackhammer_Rod_Jackson-Reed: you force my hands down and eventually break my grip on the camel clutch.... I release and step back, then deliver a STOMP to your upper back, as much in frustration as anhing else... stepping back. It's a legal move, but its aggressiveness earns me a few boos from the crowd....

04:43 Anthony_Maven: Your boot drives me toward the ropes. I hang on to the lower rope and use them to scramble to my feet, stumbling on the way up, leaning back against them as I get to my feet

04:44 Jackhammer_Rod_Jackson-Reed: ref forces me back...

04:45 Anthony_Maven: The ref makes space between us and checks in on me, I give him a nod, then dash forward into a baseball slide, trying to sneak between your legs

04:48 Anthony_Maven: Slip between your legs, turning as I pass by you. As I stand, I grab your ankles and jam my shoulder straight into the back of your thigh to push you into a forward trip

04:49 Jackhammer_Rod_Jackson-Reed: crash forward to the mat... on my stomach, bracing with my arms, looking left, right...

04:49 Anthony_Maven: As you fall, I step to your right and drop an elbow aimed for your mid back

04:50 Jackhammer_Rod_Jackson-Reed: BUCK up off the mat, a hand going to my lower back, boots drumming the canvas sideways, wincing in pain...

04:51 Anthony_Maven: Drop a couple of quick boots, zeroing in on your low back, then take off for the ropes, rebounding off of them

04:53 Jackhammer_Rod_Jackson-Reed: bucking on the canvas from those big hard boots to my lower back....

04:55 Anthony_Maven: I skip over you, and take a leap toward the near ropes, springboarding off of the middle rope into a corkscrew senton, aiming a leg to drop right on top of you: https://m.facebook.com/WrestlingWithUnicorns/videos/standing-corkscrew-senton-by-garrison_vera10-to-johnnyrocketmpwsilverbellsmpwwat/265838535538246/

04:59 Jackhammer_Rod_Jackson-Reed: JACKKNIFE up, clutching my torso and fall back... dazed, boots drumming the canvas, staring up in the ring lights

05:03 Anthony_Maven: Trying to capitalize on the momentum, I pull you up to your feet wrapping an arm around you in a side headlock. Using a lot of what I've got left in the tank, I push forward toward the turnbuckle. Holding the lock, I walk up and around the corner, trying for a flying bulldog toward center ring.

05:05 Jackhammer_Rod_Jackson-Reed: carried with you, trapped against your powerful torso and carried up the corner buckles, then SMOCKED head first into the mat. BOOOOM!!! Ring ropes shake as I flop to my back, cradling my head in my arms, bucking and kicking, staring up into the ring lights... the crowd gasping.

05:06 Anthony_Maven: I roll out and up, riding high on adrenaline. A quick glance to you, then I run for the corner and start climbing

05:07 Jackhammer_Rod_Jackson-Reed: dimly aware of shouts from the crowd growing louder... people getting to their feet... then glance to the corner and realize you are climbing the corner buckles for a finishing move... on instinct and adrenaline I roll toward the ropes and lunge up, grabbing the top rope to JERK it, sending waves along that rope into the corner...

05:09 Anthony_Maven: Climbing as fast as I can, but not fast enough. My foot slides on the rope, and I slip forward, straddling the turnbuckle, the anguish on my face clearly visible to the crowd

05:11 Jackhammer_Rod_Jackson-Reed: I stagger backward along the rope line and run toward the corner, leaping up and landing a big roundhouse KICk to the back of your head!

05:12 Anthony_Maven: The SLAP of your boot leather against my skin echoes through the venue, and my eyes unfocus for a second. I grip the buckle with both hands to keep from falling out to the ring floor

05:17 Jackhammer_Rod_Jackson-Reed: I climb the corner buckles, pulling you forward and under my pit, locking my arm around you and LEAPING up and back... BIG DDT off the corner buckles!

05:22 Anthony_Maven: I hear the amped crowd through the fog, then I'm pulled forward and PLOWED face-first into the canvas. I bounce, then lie dazed on the mat, face down

05:23 Jackhammer_Rod_Jackson-Reed: I flop you over and slide on you for a quick cover, pressing thick pecs into your, hooking your boot and hauling it up and back, the ref dropping, slapping ONE!
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TWO!
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05:25 Anthony_Maven: For a moment, all I see is the lighting rig over your shoulder. Out of nowhere, I hear "2!", and I act on instinct. I jam my right hand forward, pulling my shoulder off the mat

05:30 Jackhammer_Rod_Jackson-Reed: crowd, as one, says "Ohhh!" not expecting that... I sit back on heels of my boots, quads pillowing out for my white and gold trunks, abs having as I breathe... shaking my head, frustrated... I haul you up with me... tuck your head under my arm again... brace your hip with my hand and HOIST up with a loud GRUNT, holding you upside down.... move a step closer to the ropes and drop your thigh down onto that top rope and then HOIST You up and back, using the assist from the top rope as a springboard, BIG SUPLEX!

The ring shake. I slide onto you, another cover, pecs pressed on yours... the ref drops... again slaps ONE!

The crowd leaping back to its feet…

There’s a slap on the mat and the bark of the ref's voice in unison: TWO!

05:35 Anthony_Maven: The room is spinning, then I'm slammed down again. "1!" I feel your weight pressing down on me, making it hard to breathe. "2!" I kick my legs and twist, managing to push a shoulder up again before the ref slaps three.

20:38 Jackhammer_Rod_Jackson-Reed: Sit back on heels of bots, sweaty abs heaving... SLAP the mat, frustrated... grab your wrist and roll up to my boots, pulling you up with me... plant boots and send you across the ring into the ropes, launching myself backward to the opposite ropes... slingshotting off...

20:43 Anthony_Maven: Feel myself LAUNCHED across the ring, hearing you a few steps behind me. I hit the ropes and grab on, keeping myself from rebounding back toward you. Bracing myself on the top rope for support, I jump up and kick with both feet

20:44 Jackhammer_Rod_Jackson-Reed: You stop me with a pair of boots to my jaw, sending me staggering back and dropping sideways to one knee...

20:46 Anthony_Maven: I dash in, knowing it's now or never. I leap at you, aiming to send you to the mat with a flying headscissors

20:48 Jackhammer_Rod_Jackson-Reed: CRASH to the mat, my head trapped in those powerful thighs, slapping my hands on them, thrashing left and right slowly on the mat, teeth flashing…

20:50 Anthony_Maven: You slam into the mat hard. I let go as you hit canvas, stumble my way over to the corner, and begin climbing

20:53 Jackhammer_Rod_Jackson-Reed: I get to all fours... see you climbing the buckles and leap up, hoisting you from behind and crotch lifting you, stepping backward toward center ring, you overhead, my triceps quivering... my glorious v-shape torso on full display... I DROP to one knee and slam you, abs first, over that outstretched knee, GUTBUSTER!

Crowd gasps!
20:55 Anthony_Maven: I crumple across your knee and bounce onto the mat, clutching my abs and gasping

20:56 Jackhammer_Rod_Jackson-Reed: Drop and cover you for the third time, hooking your big meaty leg and pressing thick pecs into yours as the ref drops and again counts, slapping ONE
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TWO
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20:58 Anthony_Maven: You stretch my body out underneath you and cover me. "1! 2!" I hear the yells from the crowd, feel your powerful frame pressing into me. It's too late. I've got nothing left in the tank.

20:59 Jackhammer_Rod_Jackson-Reed: THREE!

The bell rings and I sit back on heels of boots, the ref hoisting my arm...

I’m a bit relieved… the new dude turned out to be tough as fuck...

21:04 Anthony_Maven: "3!" The crowd roars for you as you roll up to your feet. I lie back on the canvas, trying to decide how I'm going to get over losing my first Fed match as your music starts to play.

21:05 Jackhammer_Rod_Jackson-Reed: Sit on heels of boots, hands on my hips, rolling up slow… pump a fist for the crowd… eye your sexy muscled bod on the canvas… and after a beat, offer you a hand up

21:06 Anthony_Maven: Then a hand enters my field of vision. I look over to see you offering me a hand up. Hesitantly, I take it, letting you help pull me to my feet.

21:07 Jackhammer_Rod_Jackson-Reed: I slap your thick pecs... "Good match" I say. and split the ropes, heading out through the crowd, thinking to myself "that's a guy who could beat me..."

21:11 Anthony_Maven: I'm left standing in the ring, watching you exit, finally allowing myself to be starstruck by you now that the match is over. Jackhammer Jackson just told me 'Good match'. I take it in for a moment, then slide under the bottom rope and make my way through the crowd, grinning when a few new fans slap me on the shoulder or reach out to high five me. Good match, I think again, a broad grin crossing my face as I hit the arena entrance and disappear from sight.

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Published: 2022-09-05, viewed 77 times.