Mindsweeper Monday: TCCW 2

TCCW are wrestling stories from two different Yahoo! groups from the early 2000's. These entries were part of a much larger universe led by other writers. There are references to characters, events and matches that will not be posted here. Titles change hands, friendships and alliances form and dissolve, all without you ever seeing it. Imagine you are watching an Indy fed sporadically.

Note: You can find ALL (?) the stories by all authors in order in their original versions HERE - thanks for the link, Mangler!

Texas College Championship Wrestling 2

Scott (HW Champ) vs. Buzz (Challenger)

The title match was scheduled for the next card at the TCCW gym in front of a sold out crowd.

When the drinking age in Texas changed from 18 to 21 in the late 80’s, TCCW had had to leave the bars. It turned out to be the best thing for them. The new TCCW gym was impressive, housing a state of the art gym and workout center and a full-scale professional ring with a 200-seat auditorium in a former warehouse. The upper floors held five mat rooms, ranging from 12’ x12’ for private matches to one large space with another ring that could accommodate audiences and more than one match at a time.

Scott was the first Kappa Chi to be crowned heavyweight champion in TCCW. Although most other fraternities had had champions in their ranks, Kappa Chi was not like most other fraternities. They were the brains, the “geeks”, the studious guys’ fraternity. Kappa recruited and attracted the cream of the crop in terms of smarts. They liked to party, but they also had the strictest grade point restrictions, too.

Scott had brought something new. He was a big, strong guy. He worked out hard and took physical fitness seriously, too. Since joining the fraternity as a pledge, he had taken on other members as personal training clients. Scott had always felt that a healthy strong body was essential to being as smart as you could be. 

Scott had easily won the election as President, running unopposed. He had changed the fraternity in his image and was proud of it. Kappa was still not the most athletic of the fraternities, but they were getting better. 

Buzz, President of Lambda Theta, arrived an hour before the show even started at the gym to warm up and relax. He and Scott were in the last scheduled match, so it would be a good two, two-and-a-half hours before he saw the ring. Buzz was accompanied by several of his Lambda Theta brothers. Buzz immediately stripped from his street clothes. The year prior he had had three shots at the title. He had been defeated each time.

Buzz could not believe that Scott, the President of the weakest fraternity on campus had beaten Cody, a superior stud who had ruled the TCCW for months. It made Buzz even more anxious to win. After all, Buzz had consoled himself that Cody was unbeatable. But obviously not. Maybe Buzz just wasn't as good as he thought. 

Buzz stretched out. He loved combat. He loved man-to-man battle, with the stronger man proving himself. At 6’3 and 245 pounds, Buzz was often the dominant male. He prided himself on being the Alpha Male in any situation. He was built like a brick house. He was a man that was solid, hard and able to withstand tremendous punishment.

Buzz pumped himself up. He was disappointed that Scott was not present yet. Buzz loved to stretch out in front of his opponent in the locker room. His hard muscular and powerful body and his overpowering attitude were great intimidators. He loved to flex and pose before them, letting them know what a real man he was.

When he was warmed up and sure that Scott was not showing up until match time, he reached into his bag and pulled out his white squarecut trunks. The thin fabric was getting ratty and worn, but he loved them and would not change until ordered to by the TCCW chairman. He had worn them in every single match he had wrestled in TCCW.

A few minutes before the TCCW event was scheduled, more and more young men were hanging out in the back. All the wrestlers from the undercard and their friends were getting prepared for another night of action. Some Kappa Chi men arrived, wanting to wish their President luck. The whole fraternity, plus a lot of alumni were going to be in attendance hoping to see Scott kick Buzz’s cocky ass. The men of Kappa Chi generally wrestled for fun and none ever considered being the champ of any weight class. Scott’s improbable victory over Cody had excited all of them.

Scott was really building a legend at Kappa Chi. He was one of the smartest men in the fraternity, which said a lot, brilliant and analytical. He was also an incredible physical specimen. The combination of the two made him the envy of all his fraternity brothers.

Scott arrived in the locker room only ten minutes before his match was about to start. He carried the large, impressive TCCW heavyweight championship belt over his shoulder. Scott had warmed up in private, knowing Buzz’s penchant for pre-match intimidation. Scott was an impressive man, with a solid body, carrying 215 pounds on his well-proportioned 6’ tall frame. Scott wore tight, traditional wrestling trunks in navy blue. Unlike Buzz, he wore a jock underneath his gear.

Out front, the announcer welcomed everyone and introduced the wrestlers as the evening progressed. He introduced Scott and Buzz.

AND OUR NEXT CONTEST IS FOR THE HEAVYWEIGHT BELT! INTRODUCING FIRST, THE CHALLENGER, WEIGHING IN AT 245-POUNDS, WEARING THE WHITE SQUARECUTS, HERE IS BUZZ! 

The crowd cheered for Buzz. Some wondered why he kept getting chances at the title, but the fact was, every time he was knocked to the bottom after a loss, he won a string of matches to get back on top. It made some wonder if he didn't have a problem with choking when the pressure was on. Not a good sign when you are trying to convince people to recruit you to the big leagues of football or wrestling. That was just another factor that made this a big night for Buzz.

AND NOW, PLEASE WELCOME THE CURRENT TCCW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, WEIGHING IN AT 215-POUNDS, WEARING THE BLUE TRUNKS, HERE IS SCOTT!

Scott trotted to the ring. He was well-liked by the crowd and he was the underdog, depsite being champ. He stretched and flexed, but not to show off, just to get ready. The auditorium was overflowing for the match.

The ref checked for foreign objects, went over the stipulations of the match. All championship matches were submission only, limiting the number of pro moves, but resulting in an honest victory. No quick counts or lucky pins in TCCW. He finally signaled the start and let the hunks battle it out. 

*****

Buzz and Scott circled. Buzz knew nothing of Scott’s ability, never having seen him wrestle. He had to admit that, clothes off, Scott was an impressive stud. Buzz had never given Scott a second thought as a wrestler, but now realized that this guy was for real. Still, Buzz knew, Scott was nowhere near his league as a physical specimen.

On the other hand, Scott knew all about Buzz. Everyone did. The arrogant football star had developed a reputation by winning a lot. Scott knew that Buzz was an excellent professional wrestler. But He had weaknesses. Scott knew he had to treat this like a submission match on mats, not a pro-match. That was how Cody, a talented pro in his own right, had done it and it had worked every time.

The men circled. Buzz charged immediately expecting to take Scott down hard and fast. As Buzz charged, Scott braced for impact. He used a technique his frat brother Kurt had taught him and rolled with Buzz, landing atop the beast from Lambda Theta.

Scott and Buzz struggled on the mat, with Scott trying to maintain his top position. The men rolled back and forth, exchanging holds. Scott locked a body scissors around Buzz’s waist and squeezed hard. He hammered two fists into Buzz’s thick chest. It was similar to punching a brick wall! The fists bounced off the firm pecs, unnoticed by Buzz. The ref warned Scott about the closed fists, but neither grappler cared or considered it worthy of notice.

Buzz rolled over and got on top of Scott. Scott held the scissors, but Buzz was barely affected. He went to lay in fists of his own, but Scott tried to block them. Scott held Buzz’s wrists tightly, but Buzz’s overwhelming power broke free. He rained his fists down and punched Scott in the pecs, twice for each pec. The ref warned Buzz, but everyone knew no one would be disqualified for that in a championship match. So the ref resolved not to warn again. Both men had done it. Both had been warned.

Scott released the scissors, realizing it wasn't really working. Buzz tried to roll him over for a full nelson but Scott slid to the side. The young men rolled on the canvas floor of the ring, trying moves, with Scott countering everything he faced and Buzz powering out of everything Scott tried. They rose and faced off again.

Together, they jockeyed in the ring for ten minutes, struggling for dominance, but none was established. Headlocks, claws, scissors, armbars were all applied, countered and re-countered. As they entered the tenth minute, Buzz was already gaining respect for Scott. He was a tough competitor. Buzz realized that this was no cakewalk.

The men locked up again. Scott went for a headlock, but as he turned, Buzz powered out. He used his position to wrap his arms around Scott's waist and lift. Buzz had Scott in a reverse bearhug in the middle of the ring. He shook Scott hard and Scott bounced in the air, he moved his hands back. Scott punched his mighty fists into the stone wall of muscle on Buzz’s side, but the angle made them ineffectual as he had to reach behind to land the blows. However, they were a distraction. At the same time, he planted his feet and pushed to escape.

Scott had never felt a grip this tight before. Buzz was even stronger than he had thought. Scott used his feet and drove backwards, driving Buzz into the corner hard! BANG! The ring shook from the impact. Buzz kept the pressure up for as long as he could, but then opened his hands to lock on a front facelock to escape the corner. Scott slid under the grip and countered perfectly, locking on a side headlock on Buzz. Scott moved forward, dragging Buzz behind him. Scoot went down, causing Buzz to stumble and fall to the mat. Scott knelt in the ring, Buzz sprawled out behind him. Scott poured on the pressure, showing Buzz his own impressive strength. Scott was a muscle man too. These were two big studs playing like big studs.

Everything had been isometric, power and pressure, moves that rocked the bodies hard, doing maximum damage in minimum time. Still, the match had been going on for a long time.

Buzz put both hands on Scott’s back. He hammered two fists into Scott’s wide expanse of muscle, but Scott did not release the headlock. Buzz hammered again, driving his fist higher on Scott’s back. The blow between the shoulder blades produced the desired affect. Scott’s grip loosened slightly.

Buzz pulled his head out of the headlock and immediately caught Scott by surprise. He thrust his arms upwards and locked on a full nelson before Scott could react. Buzz cranked hard, leaning back on the mat and stretching the Champ out. Scott moaned as Buzz cranked on the pressure. 

Buzz had incredible strength and force behind his grip. He forced Scott on top of him and kept his hands locked tightly behind Scott’s head. Buzz pushed up, forcing Scott’s chin to his broad and heaving chest.

As Scott went limp for a moment from the pain, Buzz spread his legs, trying to lock Scott in a leg scissors. The Champ knew what Buzz was trying and he countered every attempt. Scott knew that if Buzz locked on a scissors in the middle of the ring, it would be the end of his title reign as TCCW champion! 

*****

The tide of the match was turning. The first fifteen minutes had been a draw, with Scott escaping Buzz’s powerful holds and Buzz powering out of Scott’s moves. But now, Buzz had finally caught Scott and he cinched the hold in tightly.

Buzz lay on his back on the mat. He held Scott on top of him in the full nelson on the mat. The studs rolled back and forth as Scott struggled to break the hold. He tried powering out, but Buzz held him firm. Scott’s thick arms and shoulders strained and flexed but to no avail.

Buzz held Scott tightly for minutes, both men straining against the other. Their muscled and tanned bodies struggled, the strain showing as they glowed from the sweat that covered them.

Buzz swung his legs, trying to lock Scott up in a scissors, but Scott kept his body moving. He would not allow Buzz to capture him. He could withstand the full nelson, but it Buzz locked his powerful legs around him, Scott doubted even he could withstand the force.

With his options becoming fewer and fewer, Scott went for the obvious. As he lay atop Buzz, his body stretched on display for the watching audience, Scott spread his feet wide. With all deliberate speed, Scott arched his lower abdomen up, thrusting his hips into the air. Without warning, he dropped his hips down hard, thrusting his hard bubble butt into Buzz’s rock solid torso!

Scott repeated the move, hammering his glutes into Buzz’s abs. Buzz knew his abs were tougher, but Scott was able to get weight into each downward thrust. Buzz grunted as Scott used his body as a weapon. By the fifth time, Buzz was shaken enough that his full nelson weakened just for a split second. In that moment, Scott put all his strength into his arms and pulled down!

The watching crowd gasped as Scott broke free from Buzz’s hold. Scott rolled off Buzz quickly, spinning and delivering three quick fists to his abs. Buzz winced as the smart stud hammered his once-impenetrable muscle wall. Scott got ready for another shot when Buzz lashed out with his own shot! Buzz drove his fist out, lowing it into Scott’s unflexed pec muscle! Scott flew backwards into the bottom rope, unable to keep on top of Buzz.

Buzz charged forward, driving into Scott and flattening him hard against the rope. The referee called for a break, but Buzz grabbed Scott in a headlock, using all his incredible might to crush the Champ’s head and pull him from the ropes. Scott hammered fists into Buzz’s thickly muscled back to escape, but Buzz was immovable.

Scott rolled in the hold, trying to break free. He moved beside Buzz and wrapped his arms around Buzz’s waist. Scott applied his own pressure, squeezing Buzz’s torso in an incredible bearhug. Both men held their grips tightly, refusing to relent. The audience could only imagine the force being exuded by these two muscle men. It wasn’t often a guy like Scott, who resembled a human tank at times, would be the weaker stud. It reminded everyone of how tough this year would be if you wanted to be a contender.

A sophomore from Kappa Chi whispered to another sophomore in Kappa Chi, "Glad we’re doing TCCW for fun only. I am confident that my head would have actually been crushed like a walnut by now." His friend laughed and nodded in agreement. Scott and Buzz were tough men who could actually wrestle. They were in a class all their own right now.

All eyes focused on the mats as the titans struggled. This was a brains vs brawn match and never before had Kappa had such a good chance of winning. 

***** 

All eyes focused on the mats as the titans struggled. The battle of strength had been going on long enough that both men had developed a sheen of sweat. Scott released his bearhug-style grip and focused on opening Buzz’s iron headlock.

The destructive force contained within Buzz’s arms could crush a skull. Scott thrust his hands in and managed to wedge Buzz’s arm open for a moment. In that split second, Scott slid his head back, pulling it free! He slid back in the ring, buying time as Buzz realized what had happened.

Scott had used Buzz’s full-on man sweat like butter to slide on out. Buzz spun around, only to be met with a shoulder block! The stud with the 160 IQ leveled the football player with a perfect tackle. Scott grabbed Buzz’s legs and bent them back.

Buzz was flipped onto his stomach and his legs were tortured mercilessly by the muscle Champ. Buzz slapped the mat in frustration as Scott cranked back hard. Buzz tried to push out of the hold but Scott held him down. He reached for the ropes, but the studs were positioned in the middle of the ring. Scott positioned himself behind Buzz, locking his legs with his thigh. As Buzz reached back, trying to find a way to hammer Scott, Scott reached forward and grabbed his wrists. All of a sudden, Buzz found himself tied up like a bull.

Scott pulled so hard on Buzz’s wrists that he pulled the giant linebacker’s chest off the mat! Buzz let out a groan of pain, a great sign for Scott. Buzz had no power, no leverage in the killer submission hold. It was like a surfboard, only with his legs bound, too. Buzz struggled hard, his face revealing the pain of this hold.

Anyone in the room who doubted Scott’s ability was getting a hard lesson now. Buzz was completely powerless. The referee asked Buzz, "Do you want to submit?"

Scott thought to himself, "Come on, Buzz, Submit. I’ve got you."

Buzz snarled like a caged animal. It was true; Scott did have him. Try as he might, he wasn’t sure he could free himself. But he didn’t have to, a fact he reminded Scott of. Buzz said, "No way ref! I could stay in this all day!" 

*****

Scott cranked back again, holding Buzz in this, both of them trying to exert their will. Scott finally realized that Buzz might be right. Maybe he could stay in this all day. He was barely moaning; there were no signs of an impending submission.

Still, Scott had accomplished a goal of his. He had weakened Buzz’s big arms and shoulders. This was key for his best submission hold. Scott pulled back hard one more time, using all his weight and strength to bend the giant stud as far as he could.

Buzz roared but did not submit. Scott concentrated. Without telegraphing anything, he released the hold, using his grip to pull Buzz back into a sitting position. It was easy to slide Buzz on the wet ring floor, which was like an oil pit after over 20 minutes of these two monsters going at it and spending so much time on the canvas.

Scott moved fast. He came up behind the unsuspecting Buzz. He towered over the larger stud and made his move. Scott reached down and grabbed Buzz’s left arm. Before Buzz could move, Scott clamped on a tight arm bar, wedging the thick limb between his torso and forearm. Scott then clamped down hard on Buzz’s shoulder!

Scott’s fingers forced their way into the flesh. At first Buzz thought the hold was weak. He used the first few moments to rest up. Scott was a much tougher guy than he had thought. As Scott probed and clawed for weakness, Buzz noticed that the claw was hurting him. He felt the muscles in his thick shoulder being ripped asunder!

It was too late for him to react. For the first time in his life, Buzz felt muscle-bound. He could not reach back and hit Scott and he could not lift Scott, who had the leverage advantage. Buzz twisted and turned, all to no avail.

Buzz had come to respect Scott in this match. Trapped in this hold, with his arm shooting darts of pain, Buzz finally realized how Scott had defeated Cody. Buzz wanted to cry out his submission but his strength and indominitable willpower prevented it. He would not submit, he could not submit!

But as the pain grew, he knew a growing part of him wanted to submit desperately …

*****

The assembled group could only imagine the pain running through the mighty stud right now. The claw looked devastating and those that had seen Cody submit to it doubted Buzz would be able to resist any better. The nerve pinch that had put the previous champion out and given Scott the belt was weakening Buzz tremendously. He had never felt anything like it. The hold sapped not only the strength in his left shoulder and arm, but seemed to be affecting him all over.

Buzz winced and used the remaining power in his right arm to slap his hard left pec, trying to keep blood flowing to the left shoulder. The audience members surrounding the mats were watching silently as Scott took it to Buzz.

Scott’s solid muscles were throbbing visibly, shaking as he squeezed hard. Buzz’s conditioning was unbelievable. Scott had won the TCCW championship easier than this!

The power and strength in Buzz was unbelievable, it was what made him the number one linebacker on the team. He could concentrate and focus through pain. Two years prior he had played nearly the entire season with a broken hand. Buzz summoned those memories now as his bulging pecs sagged and his thick, powerful right arm drooped to his side, while his power-packed left arm hung like a wet noodle in Scott’s arm bar. Buzz’s chiseled abs expanded and contracted with every breath now, breathing itself becoming harder.

Buzz used all his training and then willed power into his mighty muscles. The Lambda Theta stud would not go down. He screamed a terrible roar, like an animal and drew his brawny legs into him. He could feel the sweat running off Scott and falling onto him like a rain shower. Buzz was sweating profusely as well.

The buckets of sweat that had been spent in the match made the ring slick. Buzz used that, planting his feet and driving back. Scott tried to hold position, but when 245 pounds of force crash back at you, very few men can withstand it! 

*****

The mob watching the match were all excited by what they had seen. The claw had seemed to be finishing the match, but now Buzz's desperation push had turned the tide again! Scott stumbled back, never releasing the nerve hold. As Scott stepped back, his bare left foot went right into a puddle of their man-sweat and he slipped. Instinctively, as he slipped, his grip on Buzz’s left shoulder weakened. 

Buzz seized the moment and twisted his body hard, first feinting left and then actually turning hard to his right. "AAAAAHHHHHH!" Buzz let out another scream as he broke free.

Buzz scrambled to his feet as a stunned Scott stood across the ring from him. Buzz looked more intimidating than ever. Scott looked at the monster. Buzz’s thin white squarecuts were soaked through, becoming nearly transparent. Scott took a good hard look at Buzz, who was all man.

Doubts crept into Scott’s mind. Buzz puffed out his chest and made sure NOT to reflect the tremendous pain and weakness he felt. Scott had kept him down a lot. It was a smart strategy, Buzz knew. Scott had taken Buzz's size and power advantage away from him. Scott was a genius after all, Buzz thought ruefully. Buzz never wanted to let Scott know how close to victory he had been.

Scott and Buzz circled. No one could believe this marathon match was going to continue. As they moved around, Scott knew the slippery mat had cost him his hold. Scott grabbed a towel from the corner without taking his eyes from Buzz. He wiped his brow, hands and thick, heaving torso. 

Buzz just watched Scott towel down. This was a completely primal experience for him, both on the football field and man-to-man like this. As he watched his opponent towel his hard body, Buzz knew Scott had dominated him and proved his masculinity. Buzz had to stop playing Scott's game and instead set the tone for the match.

Scott finished and threw the towel at Buzz. Scott moved to the corner and waited. Scott made a "come on" motion. Buzz used Scott’s towel to clean himself off. He massaged his muscles and smiled a thin, mirthless smile at Scott.

Buzz now regretted badmouthing the Kappa Chi. Scott was a worthy opponent and maybe an equal. Buzz’s respect had grown immensely. But Buzz was also impressed with himself. He knew now that his act had paid dividends. Scott had no idea that he had Buzz beat. He was letting him regain his strength. Buzz hadn't been able to even lift his arm. If Scott had gone after him, he would celebrating in the center of the ring right now.

Big mistake for the brainiac, Buzz thought. Now he had to take advantage of that mistake.

*****

Buzz took his time, seemingly drying off his torso thoroughly. But Buzz knew that he had been rocked by the terrible claw nerve hold. The more time he got, the better it would be.

Buzz finally finished and sauntered to the middle of the mat. Scott crouched, ready for action, but Buzz held up his hand. He said, "Let’s finish this, Champ." Buzz extended his right hand. Scott was surprised. He knew that Buzz had thought of him as an illegitimate champ, as someone who could not have really beaten Cody. Scott stood and accepted Buzz’s hand. The surrounding Kappas actually clapped and the rest of the audience did, too.

The two gladiators stepped back and got ready for another round. Both men knew that this would have to be it. They both felt weak and tired. Although neither knew how weak the other felt, the depth to their breathing gave a clue. The thick concrete slabs they called chests were rising and falling a mile a minute now.

Scott charged quickly. Buzz was ready. He grabbed Scott’s right arm and dragged him to the mat. Buzz moved in behind Scott and wrapped his brawny arm around Scott’s throat. He fell back, dragging Scott atop him. Buzz pulled back hard, wrenching Scott’s neck.

Scott moaned involuntarily, revealing his weakness. As he felt Buzz tightening his grip, moving to a sleeper, Scott reached back and rained fists into Buzz’s sides. Buzz was wider than Scott, making him an easier target. Buzz felt the fists pounding into him. He was so tired that he felt every blow. He tried to hold the sleeper but the body shots weakened his hold with every shot.

The assembled crowd were in awe at the power being exuded. Neither young man was willing to give. Buzz finally tossed Scott off him to break the hail of fists.

As Buzz rolled onto his stomach, Scott leapt atop his back and he tried to lock on a full nelson. Scott straddled Buzz wide back. Scott reached under Buzz’s dripping, hairy armpits and thrust his hands over Buzz’s shoulders. Buzz winced in pain as he felt his still sore shoulders being forced into the hold. Buzz flexed his lats and shoulders, drawing his arms in and widening his back to its largest dimensions.

As Buzz flexed, Scott found that he could not lock his hands behind Buzz’s head! The thick mountain of muscle was too much for him now to bend compliantly to his will. As Scott thrust to lock his hands again, Buzz ignored the weight on his shoulders and pushed up to his hands and knees, hoping to throw the big man riding him off. Scott wobbled but stayed on Buzz. It looked like a rider on a horse, as the muscle and sinew in Buzz’s back popped with power.

Buzz, acting as the horse, bucked his torso and flipped the disoriented Scott onto the mat. Buzz knew he had to seize the advantage. Scott had been everything that he could have asked for in an opponent and more.

Buzz pulled Scott onto him. Buzz draped his thick legs around Scott’s body. Buzz locked in the scissors, actually wrapping Scott’s arms up and pinning them to the side. Scott was now helpless, but most thought Buzz had made a BIG mistake. No matter how hard he cranked the scissors, everyone doubted Scott would submit. His arms would protect him enough until he could break free.

Unknown to Scott and the observers, Buzz did not want a scissors submission. He merely wanted to avoid another barrage of fists raining onto him as he locked in his real submission hold. Buzz leaned over Scott. Scott was writhing back and forth, desperately trying to break out. Buzz looked down at the incredible chest and legs that he now controlled. 

*****

The gathered mob watched as the battle of the super studs winded down. Buzz clamped down hard on his smaller opponent. The scissors held Scott still, despite his best efforts to break free. Instead of immediately locking on his submission, Buzz hammered his right fist into Scott’s big pecs! Each blow stopped Scott from fighting for a couple of seconds. Buzz hammered down on the thick muscles, subduing Scott.

Buzz locked on a pec claw, crushing the muscles of his worthy opponent. Buzz appreciated Scott’s strength. He admired the stud, knowing that as a Kappa, he was a top student but he also had the self-discipline to be a top athlete, too. Buzz admired strength and he admired dedication.

Scott moaned helplessly in the pec claw, feeling his steel muscle collapsing under the grip. Scott moaned, but refused to submit. Buzz squeezed harder, then let go, firing two more fists into Scott’s pec. The muscle bounced as he did it, revealing the damage that had been done.

Scott’s head rose as he winced in pain from the pain he was in. Buzz slid his arm over Scott’s neck and cinched in his favorite submission hold. Scott was a big man in his own right, but wrapped up and completely compliant in Buzz’s legs, he looked more like a child. Scott knew that Buzz had him at his mercy, but Scott would not submit. He tried to push back with his feet, moving back and forth, anything to turn the tide.

Buzz had his arm over top of Scott’s neck and in perfect position now. He cranked back, locking in a Dragon Sleeper. Scott bucked wildly as Buzz locked the hold down tightly! The assembled crowd was gasping as the veins and muscles in Scott’s now-red chest and thick neck bulged out from the pressure being applied! Scott felt like he was being torn apart by the mighty football stud. Buzz tightened his grip on Scott’s neck and squeezed the Dragon Sleeper hard. The linebacker wrenched Scott’s neck in the submission hold.

The referee asked Scott if he wanted to quit. Scott’s eyes rolled back into his head as he was being put under. Buzz saw Scott weakening and said, "Come on, man, submit. I don’t want to put you out."

Scott grunted, "No. No."

Buzz’s admiration for him grew. Everyone knew what would happen but Scott would not submit. Buzz clamped down tighter. Scott’s body went limp completely as the referee asked repeatedly for a submission. Scott refused, but then was silent. The referee lifted Scott's arm and let it drop three times. He said, "That’s it, Buzz. Let him go." The referee signaled the bell.

Buzz immediately let go. He rolled Scott off him and the referee stooped to check on him. Scott was the hero of Kappa Chi before this match. He had been President for two years running. The referee looked down at his massive, muscled body, listened to the crowd cheering for Buzz's hard fought victory, but also cheering Scott's name. He was even more of a hero for Kappa Chi now.

Buzz was handed the belt. He slung it over his shoulder nonchalantly. Without celebrating, he went back to Scott. No one was sure what would happen. Buzz had a reputation for being cocky and not the best sport. When Scott woke up, he moaned. He had a wicked headache but the referee’s massaging helped.

Scott heard from behind him, "Are you okay?"

Scott turned. It was Buzz, holding the belt with one hand, the other outstretched offering congratulations. Scott nodded that he was fine, shook Buzz's hand, and turned away. Buzz said, "You really should have submitted. That wasn't very smart for a smart guy."

Scott smiled and nodded again. Buzz continued, "Scott, you’re the toughest guy I have ever faced, Cody included. Thanks for the match."

Everyone was really surprised at Buzz’s attitude. He normally gloated over his victims. Word had gone around that Buzz had not gloated over Blake in a private match either. Maybe he was maturing in his old age. He was nearing the end of his eligibility for TCCW. Scott crawled to his feet without help. He faced Buzz eye-to-eye, man-to-man, and shook his hand proudly.

Scott said, "Can’t believe the claw didn’t end it. You deserve that belt Buzz. Congrats."

Buzz smiled. The two studs agreed to a rematch before a standing ovation. 

The End.