Zman and Pillman VS Moondog 1 & 2

By Mr. Bear

It is a smaller venue than usual, this show was never taped as the execs at Turner were just testing out Z and Pillman as tag partners. It was held in an old run down sports arena, which had seen better days. The crowd was mostly rednecks who had been swilling beer and throwing things at the wrestlers all evening. Several of them had been tossed from the arena already. No doubt, several more would be added to the list before the main event, this tag match, was over.

The Moondogs were a seasoned tag team both weighing in over 300 pounds! They were scruffy, stank of whiskey, and wore dirty overalls and tan bulldogs. They were the first to enter the ring. The crowd hissed and booed and began to throw things at them as the ring announcer, announced them.

After the cacophony had died down the announcer introduced Z and Pillman. The crowd rose to their feet as they first saw these pretty muscle boys enter the ring in their tight, white speedo shorts and white wrestling boots. The crowd knew that they were cannon fodder for the Moondogs, but wanted to cheer them on anyway. Like hungry sharks they smelled blood.

Z and Pill entered the ring and stripped off their ring jackets. Dozens of redneck women whooped and hollered admiring these muscle studs. Some of the guys in the audience called out, "you’re gonna get your ass kicked pretty boy!" Z and Pill paid no attention to them. They knew they had to do well tonight if they wanted to make it on the televised WCW show, which was filmed in Atlanta.

The bell rang and both Moondogs rushed at them as they were deciding who would be first in the ring. MD1 got a hold of their hair and banged their heads together. Z and Pill fell backward dazed and disoriented. MD2 grabbed Z by the trunks and tossed him out of the ring through the center ropes.

The decision had been made for them. Pill was the first man in the ring. Z was on the floor gathering his wits as the MDs double teamed Pill in Z and Pill’s corner. MD1 choked Pill against the ropes as MD2 delivered ax handles to his muscular back. Pill was dazed and riveting from the blows. Z got himself together and climbed the apron to help Pill delivering a fist to the forehead of MD1 forcing him to let Pill up. The ref finally got in between them and forced MD2 back into his corner.

Z tagged Pill as Pill dropped to the mat and rolled out. Z quickly put MD1 into an arm bar and got him to the mat. The crowd let out a loud yell. MD1 was groaning and straining in the hold Z had on him. He growled at Z, "I’m gonna kick your ass pretty boy." Z barked back, "Try it fat man." All of a sudden MD2 walked outside the ring and attacked Pill in his own corner, banging his head into the turnbuckle. The ref launched quickly over to try to keep order and MD2 rolled into the ring. Pill tried to follow him in but the ref interfered and was distracted.

MD2 planted all his weight and elbow into Z’s exposed gut. Z let out a groan and curled into a fetal position. The ref, sensing what was happening came over and ushered MD2 back into his corner. MD1 lethargically got to his feet and stood over Z. He planted several nasty kicks into Z’s back. Z recoiled every time with each blow. MD1 then grabbed him by the hair and dragged Z into the MD’s corner.

MD1 tagged in MD2 but held Z’s arms behind his back as MD2 entered the ring. The ref began the counting and had to stop when Pillman came from behind trying to stop what was about to happen. The ref grabbed Pill by the waist and began pushing him back to his own corner. Z was helpless and exposed! MD2 turned back to his task of punishing Z. Though it was illegal he delivered several hard blows to Z’s gut. Z could do nothing but hang there helpless and trapped and try to let his muscled abs take the punishment as best they could. The ref, having got Pill back to his own corner, turned to sort out this double-teaming.

He insinuated himself between MD2 and Z and shouted at MD1 to leave the ring. MD1 reluctantly did so and went through the ropes onto the apron. MD2 grabbed Z, who was now clutching his gut and sucking air, and tossed him between the ropes out onto the concrete floor. He landed with a sickening thud on his back.

Z lay on his back stunned. His gut ached from the pounding he just got. MD2 got in the ref’s face and accused Pillman of cheating. Pill got riled up and jumped over the top rope into the ring. The ref was busy trying to get these two men in line. MD1 knew exactly what MD2 was doing and knew it was his cue to attack Z.

Before Z could get to his feet, he felt a shadow loom over him, MD1! Three hundred pounds, of angry Moondog promptly landed square on Z’s muscular chest! The world went blank for Tommy as the air was forced out of him. The next thing he knew he was on his feet and flying toward the steel security railing. WHAMCRACK! His ribs made contact with the railing. Z doubled over the top of the railing like a rag doll. Something gave and it wasn’t the railing. Z felt a throbbing pain in his side and the hand of MD1 on his neck.

Z was starting to wonder how much more he could take as MD1 walked him over to the ring apron. The ref was yelling at the Moondog to get him back into the ring. MD1 slammed Z’s head into the ring apron and rolled him back into the ring.

Pill was screaming for Tommy to hang on and tag out. Z could only half hear him and had no idea where his corner was at this time. MD2 growled at Z laying on his back in front of him and sneered, "F*&^ pretty boy, hows this feel!" With that he stomped his Bulldog boot into Z’s now bruised ribs. Z yowled in pain and rolled to his other uninjured side trying to escape the punishment.

MD2 grabbed him by the hair and hoisted him up and into his patented bearhug. Z howled in pain as his muscular torso was crushed and twisted in this finishing move. His strength began to leave him and his arms and head drooped as he collapsed against the Moondog.

Pill was crazed, he knew he had to get in to help Tommy, but every time he did that damned ref got in his face. He knew Tommy couldn’t last like this. He began to think that this is what the management wanted, that is why the ref was so one sided. He realized that they only wanted a couple to pretty boys to get squashed.

Z was trying his best to hang on and he rallied his last ounce of strength to box the ears of MD2. IT WORKED! MD2 was forced to let him go. Z fell to the mat and tried to crawl to tag in Pillman.

WHAM, MD2 came crashing down onto Z’s back. Z flattened like a pancake under the crushing 300-pound weight. Stunned and barely conscious Z lay there coughing and sucking air. MD2 got up and tagged in MD1.

MD1 gently sat on Z’s tight ass and hoisted Z’s arms up over his knees. He then pulled up on Z’s chin. Z was awash with pain. Everything was pain his ribs, his back. All he could see was the bright light over the ring. He vaguely heard the ref asking if he had had enough. He could not get the words out, but managed to hand signal that he could take no more.

The ref signaled for the bell and MD1 let his victim flop to the mat. The Moondogs exchanged high fives and moved back to their corner and out of the ring back to their dressing room. The redneck crowd was booing them all the way and throwing all manner of trash at them. They just sneered and chortled in an unsavory manner.

Pillman jumped in the ring and gently rubbed Z’s back. "Tommy, you ok man?" he asked. Z lay there and groaned.

He was not aware that the crowd was going crazy and that they had just got that TV spot. Pillman helped Tommy to his feet and the two athletes struggled back to the dressing room.

The feud had only just begun.

End.