Chapter 1 The Beginning July 1995
Eighteen-year old Simon Stusa (Mainiac) stood with his friend of six years and tag team partner, sixteen-year old Dez Christy (Green Weasel). The night before the duo became the undisputed tag team champions of Harbor Small Wrestling (HSW) and also the youngest.
The three Christy siblings hosted the fourth Annual Harbor Small promotion party as they did the past three years. Ironically this year's party landed on the day after the big pay per view (a paying audience and recorded matches sold). Michael (Marback), the oldest Christy sibling at twenty-one, had just become the new HSW heavyweight champion. It was definitely a time to enjoy.
The OMEGA Powers promotion from North Carolina was asked to come and join the festivities this year since a fellow wrestler from Harbor Small just moved down there and joined.
The three new crowned champions wore their belts, as did the other titleholders from both promotions. Dez mainly hung out with Simon and her best friend Scott Tagert (Aeroangel) as everyone played around and wrestled on the home made ring in the backyard. Most of the wrestlers wanted Dez to take them on in the ring, but Simon and Scott saved her by asking her to come and do something.
Not many females actually wrestled. Many of them were just valets for the guys. The valets were also there though. Not ones to be counted out of the fun.
When Dez finally decided she wanted to get in the ring, no one wanted to wrestle. They had all settled down and were eating. Bored she slummed down in the center of the ring, which was actually a trampoline with poles around it, until someone came over. Jonathon Coolax, who was four years older than her, walked up. She did not know him well only through her older brother.
"You look lost," he said. She gave a stupid look clueing him to let her be so he left.
"Too young for his blood," she thought. Michael walked over with two guys following him. One with blonde hair and green eyes, the other black hair and brown eyes, who she thought looked familiar but did not say anything.
"Skate," Michael called her by a nickname he dubbed her when she was a little younger. He jumped up onto the so-called apron and motioned for her to come over. "I want you to meet Matt and Jeff. They used to work in the OMEGA Powers where Jonathon is now," he explained. "I've seen your wrestling tapes. Great talent," Matt said. She blushed to the comment turning away from his brown eyes.
"Who are you waiting for?" Michael asked. Dez frowned.
"Absolutely, no one. I wanna wrestle but everyone says no," she mumbled.
"May I?" Jeff asked. She nodded eagerly, having a great love to wrestle and being physical. Especially when it was with the opposite sex.
So Jeff climbed into the ring and the pair squared off. The older brothers remained ringside to cheer their younger siblings on. Their cheers slowly brought over the other wrestlers.
Jeff started strong with a few hip tosses.
"Is that all you got?" Dez asked jumping back to her feet. Jeff smiled circling around the ring.
Her tactics were simple, make the opposition believe you were inferior. Michael knew her well and did not yell angrily when it looked as if she was losing.
"Dez, Blur!" She heard Michael say from ringside. She grinned and went into a handstand that was difficult to keep balance on the trampoline mat. Dez grabbed Jeff's neck with her legs and drove his head down to the mat. Instead of going for the normal pin, Dez sat on Jeff's chest.
"Having fun?" she asked. Jeff pushed her off and stood back up. "A little pushy, aren't we?" Dez battered her opponent as she stood to her feet. She could see in the corner of her eye Michael smiling. Wrestlers from both promotions now surrounded most of the ring and Dez suddenly had an adrenaline rush.
Jeff walked back and forth watching Dez's every move to try to judge her next action. He couldn't help but notice her body. Baggy shorts stopping above her knees so they wouldn't cover her muscular calves. A short sleeve button up T-shirt with the two tails in front tied into a knot above the belly button. Her shorts hung off of her hips perfectly framing her slender stomach.
"Jeff!" Jeff snapped out of his gaze and turned to his brother who was motioning for him to make a move.
Jeff twisted his way behind her back and pulled Dez into a left arm bar. Her face cringed into pain and Michael saw it.
"Dez you ok?" Michael asked.
"I'll be ok," she winced.
Unsure of his sister's words, Michael looked around the ring until he saw the reddish blond haired friend of Dez. He walked over to Scott who was actually a year older than she was.
"When I give you the word get in there and break it up," he ordered. Scott nodded.
"Hey you da man." Michael patted him on the back.
Inside the ring Jeff still had Dez in the arm bar. She felt him loosen up to readjust his grip. Swiftly Dez stuck her left foot behind her hooking Jeff's left ankle; pulling forward Dez tripped Jeff to the mat. He let go so he could catch himself. Dez swung her arms back and forth limbering them up and gingerly massaged her left shoulder.
Jeff came quickly back to his feet, pausing as if analyzing his next move. In a moment he built enough momentum from jumping on the trampoline and somersaulted over Dez's head. His arms locked around Dez's waist immediately as his feet touched the ground.
"Now if you wanted to hug you should have just said something," she joked. Michael laughed, but Jeff kept a straight face. She shrugged her shoulders at Michael.
Jeff lifted Dez up executing a belly to back suplex. Dez scampered to her feet but Jeff still held on.
She turned her head to either side to see where he was. Then brought both arms over her right shoulder to grab his head. Leaning forward, Dez was able to pull Jeff off of her back and onto the mat.
She gave a quick smirk and then climbed a corner post. She saluted Michael from the top then jumped, completing two somersaults before landing on her back with no victim under her, only mat. She lay stunned.
Jeff had rolled out of the way and now was climbing the corner post himself. Once up he leapt and completed a senton, then continued to cover her.
Michael tapped Scott on the shoulder who immediately jumped on the apron. Dez kicked out after two though and rolled Jeff to an inside cradle. Justin Kusmer, HSW booker, counted three for the win.
"See Mikey I told you I had it," Dez said wobbling to her feet victorious. Michael smiled and pulled Scott down from the apron. Kusmer tried to raise Dez's hand but she shook her head no insisting it was just a little scuffle. Instead, Dez gave Jeff a hand to stand up.
"Good match and nice senton," she complimented.
"You did not do so bad yourself. By the way what the hell do you call that last move you did from the top rope?" Jeff asked perplexed. Dez laughed. She did not expect him to know or at that point did not expect him even to ask what it was.
"Hell's Bomb. I was trying to learn the 450-degree splash but I kept screwing it up in matches until I saw that what I was doing was working fine." Jeff nodded. Michael assisted Dez from climbing down to the outside of the ring. Wrestlers around them were complimenting Jeff and Dez on their performance.
Dez began to favor her left shoulder as they continued to walk toward the porch.
"Want ice?" Michael asked. She nodded as some fellow wrestlers came up to talk. Matt and Scott followed Michael in the house while she started up a conversation with the guys from her promotion.
"I guess you didn't need me," Scott said
"Hey I'm glad to have you around during her scuffles. I hate to see her break that collarbone again," Michael stated. Scott smiled as he grabbed a drink and exited back outside.
"Collarbone?" Matt asked closing the freezer door behind Michael.
"Early January of this year Dez fouled up one of her tricks on her rollerblades and landed on her left shoulder. She crumbled like an accordion. Its been healing but it stills gets aggravated," Michael explained while putting ice into a bag. Matt nodded.
"Michael!"
"What?" he asked turning toward the sliding door. A brown hair green eyed boy was sticking his head inside and kept glancing back.
"We may have some slight problems," he said stepping out of the sliding door and back outside.
Eighteen-year old Simon Stusa (Mainiac) stood with his friend of six years and tag team partner, sixteen-year old Dez Christy (Green Weasel). The night before the duo became the undisputed tag team champions of Harbor Small Wrestling (HSW) and also the youngest.
The three Christy siblings hosted the fourth Annual Harbor Small promotion party as they did the past three years. Ironically this year's party landed on the day after the big pay per view (a paying audience and recorded matches sold). Michael (Marback), the oldest Christy sibling at twenty-one, had just become the new HSW heavyweight champion. It was definitely a time to enjoy.
The OMEGA Powers promotion from North Carolina was asked to come and join the festivities this year since a fellow wrestler from Harbor Small just moved down there and joined.
The three new crowned champions wore their belts, as did the other titleholders from both promotions. Dez mainly hung out with Simon and her best friend Scott Tagert (Aeroangel) as everyone played around and wrestled on the home made ring in the backyard. Most of the wrestlers wanted Dez to take them on in the ring, but Simon and Scott saved her by asking her to come and do something.
Not many females actually wrestled. Many of them were just valets for the guys. The valets were also there though. Not ones to be counted out of the fun.
When Dez finally decided she wanted to get in the ring, no one wanted to wrestle. They had all settled down and were eating. Bored she slummed down in the center of the ring, which was actually a trampoline with poles around it, until someone came over. Jonathon Coolax, who was four years older than her, walked up. She did not know him well only through her older brother.
"You look lost," he said. She gave a stupid look clueing him to let her be so he left.
"Too young for his blood," she thought. Michael walked over with two guys following him. One with blonde hair and green eyes, the other black hair and brown eyes, who she thought looked familiar but did not say anything.
"Skate," Michael called her by a nickname he dubbed her when she was a little younger. He jumped up onto the so-called apron and motioned for her to come over. "I want you to meet Matt and Jeff. They used to work in the OMEGA Powers where Jonathon is now," he explained. "I've seen your wrestling tapes. Great talent," Matt said. She blushed to the comment turning away from his brown eyes.
"Who are you waiting for?" Michael asked. Dez frowned.
"Absolutely, no one. I wanna wrestle but everyone says no," she mumbled.
"May I?" Jeff asked. She nodded eagerly, having a great love to wrestle and being physical. Especially when it was with the opposite sex.
So Jeff climbed into the ring and the pair squared off. The older brothers remained ringside to cheer their younger siblings on. Their cheers slowly brought over the other wrestlers.
Jeff started strong with a few hip tosses.
"Is that all you got?" Dez asked jumping back to her feet. Jeff smiled circling around the ring.
Her tactics were simple, make the opposition believe you were inferior. Michael knew her well and did not yell angrily when it looked as if she was losing.
"Dez, Blur!" She heard Michael say from ringside. She grinned and went into a handstand that was difficult to keep balance on the trampoline mat. Dez grabbed Jeff's neck with her legs and drove his head down to the mat. Instead of going for the normal pin, Dez sat on Jeff's chest.
"Having fun?" she asked. Jeff pushed her off and stood back up. "A little pushy, aren't we?" Dez battered her opponent as she stood to her feet. She could see in the corner of her eye Michael smiling. Wrestlers from both promotions now surrounded most of the ring and Dez suddenly had an adrenaline rush.
Jeff walked back and forth watching Dez's every move to try to judge her next action. He couldn't help but notice her body. Baggy shorts stopping above her knees so they wouldn't cover her muscular calves. A short sleeve button up T-shirt with the two tails in front tied into a knot above the belly button. Her shorts hung off of her hips perfectly framing her slender stomach.
"Jeff!" Jeff snapped out of his gaze and turned to his brother who was motioning for him to make a move.
Jeff twisted his way behind her back and pulled Dez into a left arm bar. Her face cringed into pain and Michael saw it.
"Dez you ok?" Michael asked.
"I'll be ok," she winced.
Unsure of his sister's words, Michael looked around the ring until he saw the reddish blond haired friend of Dez. He walked over to Scott who was actually a year older than she was.
"When I give you the word get in there and break it up," he ordered. Scott nodded.
"Hey you da man." Michael patted him on the back.
Inside the ring Jeff still had Dez in the arm bar. She felt him loosen up to readjust his grip. Swiftly Dez stuck her left foot behind her hooking Jeff's left ankle; pulling forward Dez tripped Jeff to the mat. He let go so he could catch himself. Dez swung her arms back and forth limbering them up and gingerly massaged her left shoulder.
Jeff came quickly back to his feet, pausing as if analyzing his next move. In a moment he built enough momentum from jumping on the trampoline and somersaulted over Dez's head. His arms locked around Dez's waist immediately as his feet touched the ground.
"Now if you wanted to hug you should have just said something," she joked. Michael laughed, but Jeff kept a straight face. She shrugged her shoulders at Michael.
Jeff lifted Dez up executing a belly to back suplex. Dez scampered to her feet but Jeff still held on.
She turned her head to either side to see where he was. Then brought both arms over her right shoulder to grab his head. Leaning forward, Dez was able to pull Jeff off of her back and onto the mat.
She gave a quick smirk and then climbed a corner post. She saluted Michael from the top then jumped, completing two somersaults before landing on her back with no victim under her, only mat. She lay stunned.
Jeff had rolled out of the way and now was climbing the corner post himself. Once up he leapt and completed a senton, then continued to cover her.
Michael tapped Scott on the shoulder who immediately jumped on the apron. Dez kicked out after two though and rolled Jeff to an inside cradle. Justin Kusmer, HSW booker, counted three for the win.
"See Mikey I told you I had it," Dez said wobbling to her feet victorious. Michael smiled and pulled Scott down from the apron. Kusmer tried to raise Dez's hand but she shook her head no insisting it was just a little scuffle. Instead, Dez gave Jeff a hand to stand up.
"Good match and nice senton," she complimented.
"You did not do so bad yourself. By the way what the hell do you call that last move you did from the top rope?" Jeff asked perplexed. Dez laughed. She did not expect him to know or at that point did not expect him even to ask what it was.
"Hell's Bomb. I was trying to learn the 450-degree splash but I kept screwing it up in matches until I saw that what I was doing was working fine." Jeff nodded. Michael assisted Dez from climbing down to the outside of the ring. Wrestlers around them were complimenting Jeff and Dez on their performance.
Dez began to favor her left shoulder as they continued to walk toward the porch.
"Want ice?" Michael asked. She nodded as some fellow wrestlers came up to talk. Matt and Scott followed Michael in the house while she started up a conversation with the guys from her promotion.
"I guess you didn't need me," Scott said
"Hey I'm glad to have you around during her scuffles. I hate to see her break that collarbone again," Michael stated. Scott smiled as he grabbed a drink and exited back outside.
"Collarbone?" Matt asked closing the freezer door behind Michael.
"Early January of this year Dez fouled up one of her tricks on her rollerblades and landed on her left shoulder. She crumbled like an accordion. Its been healing but it stills gets aggravated," Michael explained while putting ice into a bag. Matt nodded.
"Michael!"
"What?" he asked turning toward the sliding door. A brown hair green eyed boy was sticking his head inside and kept glancing back.
"We may have some slight problems," he said stepping out of the sliding door and back outside.