Pcw Mixed Wrestling Squash Match

"Peach Championship Wrestling: Featuring superstars Cal X, Wriggley Tomlinson, Gelly Roll, and the debut of Lauren Lamb" was the sign posted for this week's card.

"Who the hell is Lauren Lamb?" Ryan Lynch asked himself while viewing the marketing poster for this week's matches.

The monthly advertisement was a feature PCW used to lure loyal fans back and attract new ones. Ryan was a 3 year veteran of PCW. A reserve respected by his peers for his grit and his willingness to put the young guys over. A team-player who put his ego aside for the benefit of more talented prospects. During his entire tenure at PCW, Ryan had never been featured in any marketing campaign promoting the card. This unknown woman, despite her natural beauty, looked like a comic book character with her exaggerated muscles and villainous smile, already accomplished that feat. And she hadn't cut one promo or wrestled a soul.

Ryan loved wrestling and was a lifelong fan of the sport. He never dreamed of being an actual performer in the ring. A friend at the local gym informed him PCW needed some smaller guys to balance out their roster. Ryan showed up to tryouts and the rest as they say is history. Despite his small stature (5'9, 150 pounds) and lack of athleticism he had carved out a role in PCW as an enhancement talent. The guy who worked hard to make sure more talented stars got over. He was good at it. His small stature allowed his opponents to showcase their maneuvers without risking much injury. Ryan was thrilled to be a part of something larger than him. PCW was an escape from his 8-5 daily grind. He saw PCW as a family. He never desired to be a star and was satisfied with his small but meaningful role. Wins and losses mattered less than having the respect of his peers and fans. He had earned that much just through his sheer volume of work. All the new guys went through Ryan on their way up the ladder. When management needed to plug a hole in the card, Ryan was always their guy. That established credibility earned over his 3 year stint would be put to the test on this hot summer night.

"Ryan I need to talk to you in my office" Chris, the manager and head booker said before he could even make it to the dressing room. Ryan made his way into the office stacked with pictures and memorabilia Chris had acquired throughout his wrestling career. A former champion of PCW, he was now entrusted as its caretaker. "Listen, Corey called out so y'all's match is off".

"Wtf, what's wrong with him?" Ryan asked. Chris just shrugged his shoulders and shook his head "he's a bum". Ryan was extremely disappointed. This was the one week where he was supposed to get a W albeit in the opening match nobody cared about. That's the only reason Ryan had invited his girlfriend of 8 months to the event.

"Well who's taking his place?" Ryan asked.

"Nobody" Chris responded and quickly pivoted to what he needed. "I need you to do another job for me," Chris said.

"For whom?" Ryan asked.

Chris responded "For the new girl".

Ryan's heart sank. He couldn't hide his dismay. With his eyes furrowed he implied Chris find a girl to do the job. Chris explained that all the other girls were booked and how allowing Lauren to beat a man would help her get over quicker. Ryan asked Chris "why him?"

Chris answered sternly "listen dude, it doesn't have to be you. I don't really give a fuck. If you want to get paid and be a part of tonight's show you can play your role or you can go home and I'll find someone else." Ryan reluctantly agreed to do the match but insisted that she shouldn't beat him fairly.

Chris, now even more annoyed relayed to Ryan "listen you guys will have a 5 minute segment where she wins. You can get with her pre-match to go over what you guys want to do. I don't care."

Ryan stood up from his chair and told Chris "you guys are doing her a disservice by enhancing her image like that" pointing to the advertisement for this week's show Chris had posted on his door. The same ad Ryan saw all over social media and upon entering the facility. Chris looked over at the poster and back to Ryan.

Rolling his eyes dismissively Chris replied "we didn't enhance anything."

Ryan made his way through the hallway and into the locker room. He sent out a text to Myra telling her not to come tonight. "Corey bailed and our match is off."

Myra texted back "so you are not going to be in the show?"

Ryan paused and hesitated for a second. "I don't know yet" he texted back hoping the uncertainty would prevent her from coming. Ryan had met Myra online and their romance had blossomed into something serious. She was his Latina heat! He was her ginger boo. Myra thought the world of Ryan. Hardworking, honest, tough and loyal. Ryan thought even more of Myra. A short but beautiful Hispanic woman with long dark hair and dark skin. Her smile lit up any room. When Ryan informed her he wrestled for PCW she was shocked.

"Honey you are too small to be wrestling." she told him lovingly. Ryan always insisted he held his own in the ring never mentioning his 2-33 record overall. Why would he? Despite his record, Ryan viewed himself as a competent performer. A fighter who could take a punch and despite losing as often as he did, he always came back. His durability was probably his greatest asset. He had taken a lot of bumps over that 3 year span from guys 2-3 times his size. Despite being satisfied and content with his role in PCW, the competitor within Ryan feared losing in her presence, especially in a match where he was dominated in convincing fashion by a superior opponent. Unfortunately for Ryan, this was often the case. It was all scripted of course but would his Mexican beauty be able see it that way? The LAST THING Ryan wanted her to see was him being squashed by anybody much less some chick. Losing to other men was one thing. Losing to a woman in front of his Latina heat. No way! He felt disrespected. Like a joke. After 3 years of blood, sweat and tears this is how PCW rewarded him? He was confused, frustrated and a little angry.

Ryan changed clothes and traded his day clothes for wrestling trunks. The same trunks he used for every show. Plain sky blue colored, classically styled. His toned down attire of high waisted sky blue trunks and boots represented a yeoman style Ryan tried to portray in the ring. Despite his lack of wins, Ryan saw himself as blue collar. Gritty. No matter how many losses he took in the ring he was always getting up.

"Hey! I'm going to come anyway ❤️. Bringing Evette too!" Myra texted back.

Ryan's heart was now racing. Evette was Myra's longtime best friend whom Ryan actually admired for her brutal honestly and loyalty towards Myra. She was beautiful in her own right. Tall and lean, she was a former soccer star in the same high school graduating class as Ryan. Although they were never friends, they were familiar with each other. She would often playfully tease Ryan, never letting him forget his clarinet playing days in their high school marching band. In her mind, Ryan was not the typical toxic masculine presence she had become accustom to Myra dating over the years. He was a kind and gentle soul. When Myra informed her he wrestled for PCW she couldn't believe it! Once she got the invite from Myra, it was an immediate yes from Yvette.

Ryan had to find the new girl quick to go over the match details. Maybe he could get her to cheat and win in an unfair fashion. Save him from a humiliating loss. Ryan nervously meandered through the locker room and halls searching for Lauren. He could not find her anywhere. He sees the champion Cal X and musters the courage to actually ask him if he had any idea where the new girl was.

"New girl?" Cal responds with a raised eye brow.

"Lauren" Ryan replied back quickly, pretending he was unsure as to what her name was.

Cal gives a mischievous smile. "They got her in room 14".

Room 14? The room designated for champions only. He couldn't believe they gave her that room. "This bitch must be special" Ryan told himself sarcastically. Ryan approached room 14 and knocked on the door, slowly opening it, trying not to disturb anybody. Being polite. Typical Ryan. He had no business there but in his mind the same exclusion should be applied to Lauren. He sees a stranger sitting in a chair and he asks "is Lauren here?"

The man looks at Ryan and smiles. "Yeah she's here".

Ryan still holding the door only slightly open leans in "well can I talk to her real quick?"

The man's smile disappeared. "What you need?"

Ryan clarifies "I want to talk to her about our match we are supposed to have tonight."

The man shakes his head and finally stands up from his chair and disappeared out of sight. Comforted by the fact that she's here and in his confidence that he should be able to lead the match, Ryan now opens the door fully, waiting for Lauren to approach.

The man reappears and tells Ryan "She will see you in the ring" before motioning for Ryan to leave the room.

Ryan immediately complies. Before he can say anything else the door shuts in his face. Now he's nervous! "What the fuck am I going to do?"

He speed walks back to the locker room and gathers his phone. He dials up Myra for one last ditch effort to persuade her to stay home. First attempt, no answer. Second attempt, straight to voicemail. "Answer your phone Myra!" he whispers to himself out loud.

"You ok bro?" One of the wrestlers parked next to him asked.

"Yeah I'm fine" he answered trying to hide his anxiety.

It was DJ Parkwood, a rookie whom Ryan had helped get over during his first few months at PCW.

"I heard you got booked with the new girl," he said half laughing. "Bro she's legit."

"What the hell does that mean?" Ryan asked.

Parkwood explained how he saw her working out with Chris the day prior and tells Ryan "she's a fucking star bro. She's a freak."

Before Ryan could respond his phone lit up. It was Myra!

"Hey, is everything ok?" Myra asked.

Ryan could barely hear her because of the background noise.

"Where are you?" he asked her.

"We are here!" she answered excitingly.

"At the arena?"

"Umm yes, where else would we be?"

"Is it that packed?" Ryan responds hoping Myra was mistaken. He then asked her to hold on. He walks out of the locker room and peaks out the curtain to gather a glimpse of the crowd. Myra was not mistaken. The 3,000 capacity arena was sold out. In his 3 years it had never been sold out. They were lucky to draw a crowd of 500 on ordinary nights.

"Wow, you are right it's full. Awesome!" He says to Myra trying to hide his nerves.

"Yeah everybody wants to see Lauren Lamb. Evette says she wants to see you kick some ass tonight!"

Ryan nervously laughs and tells her "he will try". They end the call exchanging I love you's. Ryan was now in full panic mode.

"Everybody wants to see Lauren Lamb" Ryan said to himself. "Jesus Christ. Who is this bitch?"

Ryan was about to be properly introduced.

Ryan was pacing the locker room nervously waiting for his name to be called. What was he going to do? How was he going to get out of this? Fake sick? Fake an injury? He needed the money but did he need it this bad? If he lost to a woman would he be seen as a joke? What would Myra think? Those were just a few of the anxious thoughts rolling through his mind.

Finally Chris entered the room "You're up."

Ryan submissively nodded and made his way toward the curtains. He heard his music cue and he stepped out into the arena. No turning back now. No way out. He fast walked and halfway jogged down the aisle doing everything he could do to hide his fear. The crowd was quiet which oddly gave him comfort. He climbed the steps and into the ring, greeted by a slight smile from PCWs head referee Caitlyn Clark. The boys just called her CC. Ryan nodded at her before his attention was interrupted by a woman from the crowd yelling "Go Ryan!"

It was Myra and Evette standing and cheering. They were easy to spot, being the only ones in attendance acknowledging his entrance. Nobody was cheering for the pale skin ginger who looked small and out of step relative to the other competitors. The announcer didn't even introduce him to the crowd. Ryan fisted his hand and tapped his chest, nervously smiling, pointed to Myra and Yvett.

Yvette turned to Myra with a big smile "he looks funny in his underwear."

Myra laughed at Yvette's slight dig. "Shut up. He looks cute."

Ryan was doing his best to be calm, cool and collected. "She loves me he reminded himself. I got this."

BOOM!!!! Fireworks exploded. Ryan jumped nervously at the surprise theater. "PCW has fireworks now?" he says to himself.

A strong music bass pumped the arena and the crowd stood to attention awaiting the announcement. Ryan recognized the entrance music PCW was using for their new girl. It was Jade Cargills AEW theme. Ryan actually liked it but right now he couldn't care less about the music. Then he saw her...

Lauren stepped out from the curtains looking like a Greek goddess. Ryan had never seen a woman with a body like hers. He hadn't seen men look like that! Chris was not bullshitting him earlier. There were no enhancements within the ad images. Lauren was the real fucking deal. Ryan's mouth dropped along with his courage. After capturing his first glimpse of Lauren, Ryan was already defeated.

The announcer took to the microphone. "This bout is scheduled for 1 fall with a 15 minute time limit. Introducing first, from Milwaukee Wisconsin. Lauren Lamb!!!!!!"

The crowd was stunned, cheering and whistling wildly at the physical specimen put before them. They hardly noticed the announcer "And her opponent, already in the ring. Ryan Lynch."

Ryan almost forgot his introduction, mesmerized by Lauren's size and toned body. She made him look small. He heard his name and raised his right arm looking over to Myra who had her eyes all over Lauren. He couldn't blame her.

"Is he wrestling her?" Evette asked.

Myra shrugged her shoulders "I guess."

Lauren walked down the aisle slowly in calm like fashion. Like she had made the walk a thousand times before. She put Ryan's nervous walk and half jog to shame. She appeared to be the the veteran. Her attire was nothing fancy. High waisted navy blue spandex shorts coupled with a sports bra that was the same color. Her white sneakers shined on her feet. Lauren didn't need any fancy gear. She was enough. She climbed the steps and entered the ring through the middle rope, pausing while doing so, teasing the crowd with a view of her tight buttocks. She halfway smiled as she finally entered the ring, still gazing towards the crowd looking like an apex predator. She struck a pose in the center of the ring. Flashes of light flickered throughout the arena as photos captured the main attraction making her PCW debut. This was one of biggest moments in PCW history maybe. At least the biggest that Ryan could recall. Ryan just stood in his corner honoring her entrance like he always did for the boys. He was mesmerized by her presence. Star struck. All the confusion, anger and frustration had disappeared. The music subsided. Then came the bell.

Lauren hadn't even acknowledged Ryan during her entrance to the ring. Her first glance over at the sight of her victim didn't occur until the sound ding ding ding, indicating the match had officially started. Ryan was still awestruck at her body. Oiled, tanned and glistening in the arena lights. She put his pale thin body to shame. But he knew what the sound of that bell meant.

A rush of anger came over him! His reward for 3 years of loyalty was a squash match to put over a woman! And this bitch didn't even respect him enough to talk with him before the match.

"Who the fuck does she think she is?" he told himself. "Fuck it. I'll show her what wrestling is all about!"

The presence of Myra and Yvette had given him newfound courage. He couldn't disappoint them! He rushed over to her and gave her 3 stiff punches back to back to back to her forehead. He never punched the boys this hard. Lauren barely even budged. She smiled at him in teasing fashion as her 6 foot 1 inch frame towered over him. She tilted her head to her left smiling as the crowd roared back in approval. And then she looked to her right. The crowd roared once more. The 3,000 capacity crowd was all still standing. She then moved her eyes back to Ryan. Her smile faded to a face that shook Ryan to his very core. The 3 seconds of courage that came over him had evaporated as quickly as it came. His stiff punches had no impact on the beautiful beast before him. His eyes widened in fear. Ryan stood there like a deer in the headlights. SLAP! The crowd roared!

Ryan didn't even know what hit him. Lauren didn't even move her body for any extra momentum. She simply raised her right hand and with an open hand, slapped Ryan into next week. His body immediately dropped to the canvas. Flat on his back, he lay dazed and confused. His senses now gone as he lay motionless on his back. The roar of the crowd reminded him of where he was. Lauren looked off into the audience smiling and then back to her prey. She could pin him now and get the W but the crowd wanted more. She did too. She looked down at the motionless body sprawled out below her. She took her right foot and placed it over his throat. Ryan couldn't breath as his legs danced in pain trying to escape the choke.

There was nothing he could do to escape. CC began her 10 count, indicating the move was illegal. Lauren, smiling wildly like a killer, didn't release her foot from his throat until CC had reached the count of 9. Ryan felt a sense of temporarily relief. He could breathe again. His vision returned. He rolled over trying to get up before he felt the hands of a lion grasped his small head. Lauren lifted him up and swung him to the ropes. Still dazed, Ryan came off the ropes hard and was met with a sharp elbow directly to his sternum. It was the hardest elbow he ever took. He fell flat on his back grasping his chest in pain. Lauren calmly walked over to him and lifted him from the mat like a ragdoll. Performing a power clean, she lifted his dazed body to her chest and then over her head high into the air. All Ryan could hear was the crowd counting 1, 2, 3, 4.

Lauren was showcasing her godlike strength, pressing Ryan's dead body over and over again. Ryan, wide eyed, ears still ringing, just shook his head no over and over again begging for the heel to let him go. When the crowd reached the count of 10, Lauren tossed Ryan high into the air, his body hitting the mat chest first. Sprawled out before her like road kill, his butt and legs twitched in pain. The only relief he had was his ability to hide his pained face within the canvas. The Apex predator took another moment to flex to the crowd and then walked over to Ryan's twitching body and stepped on his back in brutal fashion. She then grabbed his hair and lifted him up from the canvas. Ryan willfully complied showing no fight. He knew now that his fate was sealed. There would be no offensive counters from him tonight. This was an old fashioned squash match.

Lauren then grabbed the jobber's trunks and squeezed his head under her left arm, readying him for a suplex. They both squatted and Lauren lifted Ryan high into the air and held him there. Ryan had been on the receiving end of this maneuver plenty of times. He knew what to do. Only this one came with a surprise. Instead of a smash landing on the canvas, Lauren brutally placed the job-ginger on the top turnbuckle.

"Ahhhhhhh!" Ryan screamed, shocked at the pain to his private area.

Lauren smiled at him and placed her hand over his cheek, patting it as if he were a dog. Ryan just sat on the top turnbuckle, unsure what came next.

"What are we doing?" he whispered to her.

Lauren ignored him and turned to the crowd, giving them an awe shucks shoulder shrug. She glanced back over to Ryan and... SLAP!!! Ryan's face shook. His body crashed to the mat outside the squared circle, left shoulder first, before plundering onto the concrete floor below. The brutality on display was almost comical to the capacity crowd, ooohing, ahhing and laughing at the bitchslap followed by the crash landing.