Z and Pillman Get on TV

By Mr. Bear

Zman and Pillman were informed by the execs at Turner that they would get a televised match on the next week’s WCW show. Z and Pill decided they better train hard that week, especially since they were not told who their tag opponents would be.

Monday 9:00 A.M. came and Z met Pillman at the local gym where they worked out and sparred. "Man you took a beating last Saturday night Z." said Pillman. "I don’t know what got into those goons, every time I turned around they were all over me" answered Z. "Well we can’t let that happen again Tommy! I tried to come in and help but that ref kept blocking me. (Pillman knew because of a phonecall with a member of the management at Turner, the reason the ref was blocking him.)" said Pillman. "How are your ribs, you look like you got banged up pretty bad there." Asked Pillman. "The ring doc said they were only bruised" said Tommy. "I should be ok but man they still hurt you know."

Let’s get on with our workout" said Pillman. The two men did aerobics, and weights for an hour and a half. They then went to the ring in the gym and practiced tagging in and out and moves on each other.

SATURDAY NIGHT came at last. There was a good crowd in the TV studio for the card that night. Mostly there were jobbers getting clobbered by heels outweighing them by as much as 200 pounds. Finally the announcer got in the ring and announced the main event.

NOW ENTERING THE RING THE NEW TAG TEAM OF ZMAN AND BRIAN PILLMAN! The crowd rose to their feet and cheered as these hot young athletes entered and jumped into the ring. They wore their white speedos and boots. The promoters could see that they were an instant hit with the women in attendance and some of the guys. Z and Pill wondered nervously who their opponents would be.

WOLF HOWLING SOUNDS came over the loudspeaker as the familiar visage of MOONDOG 1 & 2 entered the studio. "Oh shit" said Z. Pillman said, "Z we gotta use our heads, we can’t outmuscle them, so we gotta be quick. I’ll go first this time ok?" "Allright buddy" answered Z, "But if I see anything fishy going on I’m coming in after you." All the two muscle studs could do was try to cover each other’s back as best they could.

The Moondogs entered the ring and promptly pushed the announcer out of the way grabbing his mike. "LOOKIE HERE BRO, AINT THESE THE TWO PUSSIES WE BEAT UP LAST SATURDAY. COME BACK FOR ANOTHER BEATING YA WHIMPS?" sneered MD1. Tommy had all he could do to hold back he knew he would be in trouble if he let them bait him into a bad situation.

MD2 stepped outside the ring and Tommy also. Pillman and MD1 circled then locked up. Pill got MD1 into an arm bar and worked him into a neutral corner. Pill raked MD1’s eyes and then delivered several slaps to the chest. MD1 looked stunned. Pill grabbed MD1’s arm and sling shot him into the opposite corner. He ran at him and dove toward his big gut but met the ring post instead. Pill hung there his shoulder awash in pain from meeting the steel.

MD1 sized the moment and grabbed Pill by the hair. Tommy looked on in horror and said oh shit. MD1 dragged the dazed Pillman into the Moondog’s corner. Presenting him to MD2 as if a gift MD2 grabbed Pillman by the chin and stretched him out over the top turnbuckle. MD1 proceeded to lay forearm smashes to Pill’s well-muscled chest.

Z was going nuts, he entered the ring. This distracted the ref and the ref instead of breaking up the double teaming worked on getting Tommy back to his own corner. Pillman was wearing down. He was in great shape, but being choked and having 300 pounds of angry Moondog pounding away at you would wear any man down.

MD1 stopped the pounding and walked over to Z and spat in his face Z tried to enter the ring again and the ref tried to part the two men. Meanwhile MD2 wrapped the tag rope around Pill’s neck and was choking him. Pill struggled violently his sweat glistening muscled body trying to get free. MD1 returned to the hapless victim in the corner. MD2 ended the choking and let Pill slump to the mat in the wrong corner. MD1 tagged MD2 in.

Pill lay there groaning, the MD2 began stomping him in the gut. Pill felt like someone was hitting him in the gut with a sledgehammer. The crowd was screaming and on their feet with all the excitement. Z tried to figure out what he could do to get Pill out of this predicament. Shouting encouragement and trying to jump in was having the opposite effect.

Amazingly when all seemed lost MD2 snatched Pill up by the hair and walked him over to Tommy. He handed him over like a tenderized piece of beef. Pill looked in a world of pain, there were bruises all over his sweat stained torso. He collapsed as he tagged Tommy in.

Z entered through the middle rope and carefully approached MD2. The two men locked up. Tommy actually felt and adrenaline rush as their hands locked up. Quick as a cat Tommy launched a boot into MD2’s gut. He was not about to be surprised as he was last week. Pillman leaned against the ropes in the corner groaning and rubbing his tortured chest.

To his surprise MD2 went down to his knees. Tommy suspected he found a weakness. He gave the brute another kick and another. MD2 actually looked to be in trouble. Z kicked him in the back and MD2 was on his great stomach in the middle of the ring. Z grabbed his arms and rode him like a surfboard. MD2 was the groaning and in pain for a change. "How you like that asshole" growled Tommy. After what seemed an eternity to MD2 Tommy let up on the hold and rolled him over trying for a pin. 1……2…….ROLLOUT. MD2 rolled out of the pin successfully. Z grabbed MD2 by the arm and pulled him over toward their corner. Tommy reached to tag in Pillman, but to Tommy’s surprise Pillman REFUSED to tag in.

Z forgot about MD2 for a moment and looked in amazement at Pillman. To his surprise Pillman jumped off the ring to the floor and began to exit the studio. Tommy yelled for him to get back now and help him.

WHAM WHAM Wham, Tommy slumped face first into what should have been his safe haven. Dazed and stunned he now realized that he was left alone to face these two monsters and he had broken the cardinal sin of tag team wrestling, Never turn your back on the other team!

The shock of Pillman deserting him grew secondary to the pounding he was beginning to get from MD2. MD2 spun Tommy around in his own corner and squashed him back into it. Though Tommy was 230 pounds of muscle an opponent over 300 pounds is still a lot to handle. MD2 began working on Tommy’s sore ribs. Z was taking insult after insult to the injured ribs and a welt began to form. MD2 grabbed Z’s arm and slung him into the Moondog’s corner. Tommy’s back made hard contact with MD1’s knee. Tommy fell face first onto the mat.

Z was recoiling on the mat when MD2 tagged MD1 in. MD1 grabbed him by the hair and hoisted him up. He walked Tommy over to the ropes and dragged his face over the length of the top rope. Tommy danced wobbly around trying to gain his composure only to get a hard boot into his injured ribs. He instinctively clutched his side as he tried to ward off another attack, but MD1 double axe handled him in the back as he bent over. Z went down.

Lying on his gut in the center of the ring and sucking wind, Z knew he had to get out of this but had no idea how. Crazy things went through his mind. Was Pillman, his trusted partner, paid off? WHAM! The world spun around as 300 pounds of Moondog landed on his back. Tommy let out a groan as his chest caved in again.

He knew he could not take much more of this and began to hope that the Moondogs would finish him off soon. Z was a rag toy for the Moondogs to play with. MD1 snatched him up to his feet. Z was wobbling and stunned unable to mount a resistance. MD1 spat in his face and applied a double pec claw on Z’s well-defined chest. MD1 moved him over against the ropes. Tommy’s arms dangled helplessly at his side. The throbbing pain in his chest was making him dizzy and faint.

"How much more can you take punk?" growled MD1. Tommy groaned and muttered, "please stop, no more man, you’re the better wrestler. Pleeeeeeeeease arrrrrrrrrgh NO MORE STOP!". "Say I give SIR so everyone can hear it" shouted the MD1.

AAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH, I GIVE I GIVE SIIIIIIIIIIR!, screamed Tommy. The clanging bell signaled the end of the match, but not the end.

MD1 released the hold and let Z drop to the mat. He then began kicking him violently in the side till Z dropped to the concrete floor landing on his back. MD2 frustrated at his missed opportunity to torture this young muscle stud jumped to the floor and grabbed a steel-folding chair.

He rammed it into Tommy’s gut. Z lay there helpless to stop the punishment. His body was almost too weak to react any more. Suddenly 5 wrestlers came charging out of the locker room to Z’s aid. Beating back the Moondogs.

Tommy lay in a world of pain. The doc at ringside signaled for the stretcher and carefully Z’s comrades maneuvered him onto it.

A veteran wrestler grabbed the mike from the announcer and challenged the Moondogs to a rematch. "This is the most sickening display of taking advantage of a rookie I have ever seen!" he shouted. "If you guys want to have a match you have one. Right here right now.", he growled. The announcer took the mike back and prattled on with the usual verbiage. TV time was up and Z was on his way to the hospital.