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Texas College Championship Wrestling 4
Gerritt (HW) vs. Jacoby (LW)
Jacoby walked through the gym and spotted Gerritt. From across the gym, Jacoby sized him up. Gerritt was pressing a lot of weight. He had a big shoulders and powerful looking arms. Jacoby guessed his arms were almost 18". Those are big guns. Gerritt's legs flexed and showed tremendous definition as he did leg exercises. Jacoby took note.
When Gerritt got finished his second circuit, he used his shirt to wipe his brow. Jacoby took a long look at his stomach. "Tight abs, but not as tight as mine," Jacoby thought.
There was no doubt that Gerritt was quite the muscle guy. At 5'11" and 215lbs, that made him serious. Especially compared to Jacoby's smaller 155lbs on a 5'8" frame.
Jacoby had been called a pretty boy before, with his cute face and brown hair. Gerritt was a pretty boy, too, just like Lucien had told Jacoby with his blond hair, blue-eyed and all-American looks. But overall, Jacoby thought he looked a little soft.
Jacoby remembered how Lucien had approached him at the juice bar when Jacoby had been complaining about his lack of matches to his girlfriend, Sara. Both Lucien and Sara convinced him. Challenge Gerritt. Beat Gerritt. Then guys in the lightweight division will have to pay attention.
Jacoby finally finished his examination of Gerritt and walked over. He "accidentally" bumped into him and struck up a conversation. It wasn't long before the young men were commiserating about how neither were getting much action in the ring of late. Jacoby jokingly said, "Yeah, I'm so desperate I'd fight almost anyone!"
Gerritt laughed, "Well, I'd help you out but I don't really know any of the lightweights. I'd love to get back into the running for the heavyweight title. Too bad it's all grudge matches. And with that new faction running around, I'll probably never see the ring."
Jacoby nodded. Suddenly he said, "Gerritt, how about you and me wrestle? I'm a big lightweight and you're a lighter heavyweight. It's not that crazy."
"Thanks, Jacoby, I'd love to wrestle you but that doesn't help either of us. It wouldn't count. But I'll practice with you."
Jacoby said, "Thanks but I want to be on the card in front of the crowd. There is a way it would count ... if I challenge you it counts, right?"
Gerritt said, "You would do that? Even if it puts a loss on your record?"
Jacoby said, "I told you, I'm desperate. Besides, I think they say that but it really won't matter. If we fight clean and put on a good match, maybe some middleweights will notice and challenge me. I just want to wrestle, man."
Gerritt said, "I know that feeling. Okay, let's do it. When the promoter tells me you've challenged me, I'll sign on the dotted line."
Jacoby said, "Awesome. Thanks buddy!"
Jacoby pulled out his Nokia as Gerritt went back to the bench press. Jacoby watched the big muscle dude straining under the weight as he punished his muscles. Jacoby picked up the phone and called Lucien. "It's done. We're on.
Meet me at my house. We can practice that stuff you were telling me about. I've got mats in the basement."
*****
Two weeks later, Gerritt vs. Jacoby was a highlight on the card. They were the fourth match of the night. Squash jobs had been big business of late so the promoter was happy to see another heavyweight get in on the action.
Gerritt warmed up in the locker room. Lucien came up to him, "So you're fighting a lightweight now? I'm surprised, I didn't take you for the squash job type."
Gerritt said, "He challenged me. We're going to fight clean. I think we'll both benefit from this."
Lucien smirked, "Sure. That's if Jacoby ever wrestles again, you mean. All it will take is one slip and your big muscle body will flatten him like a pancake. I got to tell you, there's no better feeling than a soft little lightweight under you. Slam him hard and you'll be able to hear the bones crack. I love it!"
Gerritt winced, "It won't be like that, Lucien. I'm not like you. I'm NOT out to hurt anyone."
Lucien said, "Look, no matter what you want, just make sure you can live with ending that jobber's wrestling days. Are you sure that isn't what you want to do? Be like me and my new faction? Are you applying for membership?"
Gerritt said, "I'm nothing like you, Lucien, or your "Heavyweight Heel" friends. This will be a fair match. Nothing will go wrong!"
Lucien replied, "Not for you. But you can hurt Jacoby real bad if you're not careful. Especially for you ... you like those power moves, right?"
Gerritt said, "Sure I do. But I don't have to use them! I won't hurt Jacoby."
Lucien continued, "Have you checked out Jacoby? Do you know his strengths and weaknesses?" Gerritt nodded. Lucien smiled, "Then you know he's not a great wrestler, more of a fighter. The guy got clobbered by Chen and should have lost to Griff. Does he even know how to avoid getting hurt in your big power moves?"
Gerritt said, "Look, I know that. Now stop bugging me. Geez, Lucien, I've got the match in a couple minutes! I need to concentrate!"
Lucien didn't let up, painting detailed pictures of how fun it was for him to slam, powerbomb and crush lightweights. Gerritt was disgusted. The two wrestlers talked intently until the promoter stuck his head in. "Gerritt, you're up, let's go!"
Gerritt walked off, then looked back at Lucien. Was he crazy for agreeing to this? He didn't want to hurt anyone. With that in mind, he headed to the ring.
*****
"OUR NEXT BOUT IS A INTER-WEIGHT-CLASS AFFAIR ... INTRODUCING FIRST THE CHALLENGER, WEIGHING IN AT 155 LBS, IN THE BLACK TRUNKS, JACOBY!"
The crowd applauded as Jacoby strutted down the aisle. He had invited a lot of his freshman college friends to watch and they went crazy for him. He wore a whole new outfit he had purchased for the occasion. He wore small black wrestling trunks, black wrestling boots and had bought a pair of black wristbands and knee pads for this match.
The 19-year old lightweight was much more defined than he had been. He had been working out hard for the past weeks since his fortunate victory over Griffen to harden his abs. They rippled as he walked, unmatched by anyone else in the weight class.
Jacoby bounced in the ring, winked at his girlfriend and ran his hand through his brown hair. Girls in the crowd cried out as he did it, which made him smile all the more.
'AND NOW, INTRODUCING THE CHALLENGEE ... WEIGHING IN AT 215 LBS, IN THE BLUE TRUNKS, GERRITT!"
The crowd cheered for Gerritt. Jacoby's friends were silent but the rest liked Gerritt, remembering his victory over the big heel Lucien vividly. Gerritt smiled sheepishly at the crowd as he walked to the ring. He had curly blond hair and a boyish grin for a 21-year old. He had a solid body with big pecs. Gerritt wore blue trunks with blue short boots.
A couple of his friends watching thought he looked distracted. Jacoby thought so, too. Jacoby thought, "That means Lucien must have talked to him."
The announcer explained that since Jacoby had challenged Gerritt, this was an official match. The ref went through the pre-bout routine. The whole time Gerritt was looking at Jacoby, thinking about what Lucien had said.
It was true. Jacoby was a nice guy. He was in great shape and was just trying to get some matches under his belt as a beginner in the wrestling league. Gerritt resolved not to hurt him too badly. He would go easy on newbie Jacoby.
The two guys locked up. Gerritt used his superior size and strength to force Jacoby into the corner. Gerritt's arms bulged and his back rippled as he forced Jacoby into the corner.
When they landed in the corner, Jacoby let out an "OOF!" and released his grip on Gerritt.
When the ref called for the break, Gerritt released Jacoby and backed off. Jacoby rubbed his back, as if in pain. Gerritt was surprised that one force into the corner would hurt the lightweight. This match really was a mistake.
Jacoby moved in for another lock up. Gerritt met him, but instead of pushing Jacoby, he let Jacoby force him into the corner. Jacoby's friends cheered as Jacoby seemed to overpower Gerritt this time!
Gerritt had it worked out now. He would trade moves with Jacoby then finish him off with a sleeper. Jacoby would have a headache but no more. Gerritt didn't dare use his powerbomb, powerslam or other high impact moves.
Gerritt waited for Jacoby to release the hold. The lightweight made a clean break and moved into the center of the ring. As Gerritt moved in for another lock up, Jacoby darted under his arms and drove his shoulder into Gerritt's wide open abs.
Jacoby drove Gerritt's big body back like a tackling dummy, slamming Gerritt hard into the corner.
Without hesitation, Jacoby drove his big fists into Gerritt's abs again and again. The ref tried to stop him but he ignored him until he started counting. By then, Jacoby had landed ten hard fists in the unsuspecting Gerritt's torso!
Jacoby grabbed Gerritt's arm and tried to whip him into the opposite corner. Gerritt reversed the hold and flung Jacoby's light body into the corner. Gerritt charged after him!
Jacoby, though, was an agile guy ... he leapt over the top rope and waited. Gerritt couldn't stop and charged front first into the corner! The solid steel turnbuckles drove the air out of him. Gerritt moved back out of the corner.
Jacoby hopped to the top rope and dove off, clotheslining Gerritt to the mat! Jacoby jumped up and stomped his boots into Gerritt's abs. Gerritt was winded by the stomps Jacoby's boots were devastating him!
Gerritt finally pushed Jacoby off him and scrambled to his feet. When Gerritt was standing, he saw Jacoby come flying off the ropes!
Just in time, Gerritt raised his big arms and caught the flying lightweight! Gerritt had the lightweight in perfect position to dominate!
*****
Gerritt caught Jacoby in mid-air in his big arms. Gerritt's 17-1/2" biceps pulsed with power as he paraded the lightweight around the ring. It looked like a cocky move, but in fact, Gerritt was not being a show-off. Unfortunately for the heavyweight, Gerritt didn't know what to do next! He was still thinking about Lucien's words ... he couldn't live with himself if he put the lightweight out of wrestling!
Gerritt had Jacoby helpless, but his few second hesitation was all Jacoby needed. Jacoby balled his fist and drove his fist into Gerritt's side. The hard fist to the kidney was all that it took for Jacoby to get free.
Jacoby scrambled to his feet and wasted no time. Jacoby drove his knee into the heavyweight's stomach. Gerritt's efforts to increased his arms and shoulders had resulted in softer abs. The knee doubled Gerritt over.
Gerritt cried out, shocked at the hardness of Jacoby's knee! The padded knee cut through his abs like they were nothing!
Jacoby had trained for two weeks for this. He knew exactly what he was going to do. With no hesitation, he wrapped his arm around Gerritt's neck. He reached down and grabbed the back of the waistband of Gerritt's trunks. Jacoby leaned back and drove Gerritt's head into the mat in a DDT!
Gerritt was dazed but Jacoby was like a machine. He flipped Gerritt over onto his back. Jacoby hammered Gerritt's abs with punches. Gerritt cried out. The ref ordered Jacoby to open his fists.
Jacoby jumped up and drove knee after knee into Gerritt's aching abs. Gerritt flailed helplessly as his consciousness returned. He felt no more punches. When he opened his eyes, he was just in time to see Jacoby coming in for the kill!
Jacoby had jumped onto the top rope and launched himself into the air! The lightweight drove his elbow into Gerritt's gut, sending Gerritt into the fetal position!
Jacoby raised his arms in mock victory! He had the bigger guy down and he would stay down!
*****
The blond, blue-eyed muscle stud was groaning as Jacoby seized his legs and flipped him over and continued the ab assault. Jacoby had spent two weeks learning moves, developing a plan and working on his strengths. Lucien had told him he had big and strong hands. Jacoby used them now.
Jacoby measured Gerritt's abs and thrust his hands down, digging his fingers into Gerritt's softened muscles. The claw was devastating! Gerritt kicked his feet on the mat and seized Jacoby's wrists to break the hold. Unfortunately for the heavyweight, Jacoby's new move was cinched in tight. Gerritt's own efforts to break the claw only made it hurt more.
The ref asked Gerritt if he wanted to submit. Gerritt cried out NO! He wanted to give in but he could never lose to a lightweight!
Jacoby felt the ab muscles breaking down. After a couple of minutes, Gerritt was barely resisting his claw. Jacoby released it only to drive his head down into the soft muscles.
Gerritt cried out again from the head butt to his abs. The destruction of his abs weakened his entire body. Gerritt rolled away onto his front, trying to recover.
But Jacoby was unrelenting. It was very liberating for Jacoby not to have to think about what to do. His inexperience was no longer a factor ... his efforts with Lucien were paying dividends!
Jacoby was back on Gerritt in seconds, stomping the heavyweight's back with his shiny black wrestling boots. Boots which had a solid steel plate in the soles. Lucien had gotten them for him and assured him the ref would miss it. The ref did miss it because Jacoby was a fair fighter and this was a 'friendly' match.
The steel-plated boots had taken a terrible toll on Gerritt's abs and now on his back. Jacoby dropped down, driving an elbow into the small of Gerritt's back!
Jacoby jumped back up and rested one hand between Gerritt's shoulder blades and one on his tights. Jacoby then unleashed a rapid fire assault of knee drops into Gerritt's back. Like his boots, he had plating in his pads.
The tissue of Gerritt stood no chance against the weighted knee pads or boots of the young lightweight. The mighty heavyweight muscles were softening, just as his abs had. Gerritt was struggling to crawl away, but the assault had taken its toll.
*****
Gerritt was struggling to crawl away, but the assault had taken its toll. The sight of the big, bad heavyweight trying to escape the lightweight was priceless for the crowd. People loved the underdog and loved upsets. This was certainly the best of both!
The blond pretty boy was unable to react anywhere near fast enough to what came next. Jacoby stood up, grabbed a handful of Gerritt's curls and forced him to his feet. Jacoby lowered Gerritt's head and positioned it between his legs. Jacoby smashed his fists into Gerritt's back! Gerritt dropped to his knees from the impact on his aching back.
Jacoby reached under Gerritt and lifted, hoisting Gerritt back to his feet. Jacoby lifted, raising Gerritt's feet from the ground. Jacoby could barely lift him but got him up and merely sat back. Gerritt fell forward and his head was driven into the mat by his own weight!
The piledriver was cheered by the crowd who were unhappy with Gerritt's pathetic showing! They had thought this would be a squash job which it was, but not the way they were expecting!
Jacoby rolled Gerritt over and covered him for the pin. The ref counted, "One ... two ..." but didn't make it to three. The crowd gasped and the ref was stunned.
Jacoby had reached forward, clutched Gerritt's blond hair and pulled the heavyweight up at the two count! What arrogance! It was unbelievable! Jacoby hadn't wanted to do it, but he had promised Lucien. The last thing he needed was trouble from Lucien.
Of course now that he had done it, he found he liked it. Jacoby got a little more cocky. As the ref scolded him, Jacoby said loudly, "Hey, I want to give these people their money's worth!" Jacoby turned to the crowd and yelled, "Don't you want to see more?"
The crowd screamed yes, wanting to see what the now cocky lightweight could do with the helpless 215 lbs slab of beef in the ring.
Jacoby was confident now. He certainly wasn't worried about Gerritt coming back. Even if he did somehow come back, Jacoby had made his point and had to be considered the top lightweight in the TCCW.
*****
Jacoby was confident now. He certainly wasn't worried about Gerritt coming back. Even if he did somehow come back, Jacoby had made his point and had to be considered the top lightweight in the TCCW.
Jacoby slapped Gerrit's face lightly, reviving his opponent. The crowd laughed. Jacoby smiled and dragged Gerritt to his feet by the hair again. Gerritt followed on instinct, completely unaware of his situation. Jacoby tried to raise Gerritt in a pile driver but couldn't get him up. Improvising, Jacoby reached forward, lifted Gerritt's arms behind his back.
Jacoby locked his hands under Gerritt's arms and on his back. Jacoby jumped slightly and came crashing down. WHAM! Gerritt's face slammed into the mat with all of Jacoby's 155 lbs on top of it! The Pedigree was surely the end of the match, everyone thought.
Jacoby rolled the unconscious Gerritt onto his back. The ref went to lift Gerritt's wrist to check if he was conscious when he heard from across the ring, "Look out ref, INCOMING!"
The ref moved just in time! Jacoby had hopped back onto the top rope and this time leapt across the ring splashing Gerritt's prone body! Gerritt coughed and tried to rise but couldn't!
Jacoby slowly and confidently straddled Gerritt. He lifted Gerritt's arms over his head and held them down with one hand while positioning his other hand on Gerritt's face. As Jacoby pinned him again, the ref dropped down to the mat. Jacoby loved the feeling of a squash. He loved the feeling of a heavyweight trapped in a schoolboy pin.
In fact, Jacoby loved it so much he had a nasty thought. The ref counted, "One, two ..." Again, Jacoby pulled Gerritt up from the pin! The ref scolded Jacoby but the crowd applauded! Gerritt wasn't deserving of mercy ... he had been atrocious so far! He was an embarrassment to the wrestling world!
Jacoby screamed out, "Sorry guys, but it's over. I've got a date with my girl!" Jacoby winked at his girlfriend who waved to crowd. Jacoby smiled and reached down to finish this most shocking of matches.
Jacoby pulled Gerritt to his feet one last time. Gerritt stumbled until he felt Jacoby's tight grip closing around his neck.
Jacoby locked a sleeper on Gerritt. Gerrit woke up enough to recognize what was happening. He tried to pull the arm from his neck, but Jacoby's earlier assaults had weakened his arms. He could get no power. His big, tough legs were undamaged, holding him up. But he knew it was only a matter of moments before he collapsed, defeated.
The crowd cheered for Jacoby as he tightened his grip some more ...
*****
Jacoby locked a sleeper on Gerritt. Gerrit tried to pull the arm from his neck but Jacoby was in perfect shape while Gerritt was ruined. The blond muscle dude could get no power to do anything.
In desperation, Gerritt instinctively pushed Jacoby back towards the corner. Gerritt ran backwards hard. Jacoby was ready for the move. As they got closer, he released the sleeper and slid to the side. Gerritt rammed himself into the corner hard. His aching back sent waves of pain through him. Gerritt stumbled out of the corner holding his aching back. He grimaced in pain and stumbled like a drunk.
WHUMP! Jacoby launched a massive kick into Gerritt's wide open stomach! Gerritt toppled over, desperate not to puke. He knelt on hands and knees gasping.
Jacoby positioned himself behind Gerritt and leapt onto Gerritt's back. This sent the blond heavyweight flat onto his aching abs and powerful chest. Jacoby sat on Gerritt's back and pulled the blond wrestler back into a camel clutch!
Gerritt cried in pain. Jacoby leaned into the hold, grabbing Gerritt again in a sleeper! The combination was devastating. Again, Jacoby's flexibility as a lightweight was his advantage. Jacoby was able to execute the dual hold with ease.
For his part, Gerritt was done. The ref asked if he wanted to submit. Gerritt held out as long as he could but eventually had to admit defeat. He softly said, "Yes." When he did, Jacoby pretended not to hear and tightened the sleeper. He had wanted to hear Gerritt submit but Lucien had wanted Gerritt to be left unconscious in the ring like the sack of dirt Lucien thought he was.
The ref had the bell rung. By the time he returned and told Jacoby that Gerritt had submitted, the sleeper had put Gerritt out. Jacoby immediately released the hold and told the ref he hadn't heard the submission. The ref said, "I'll bet. If I ever ref you again and you pull that false pin stuff, I'll DQ you right away. I'd do it now, but you did release it as soon as I asked."
Jacoby smiled and said, "Thanks. I'm sorry but you have to understand, this was supposed to be a squash of me. I'm sorry, sir. I don't normally do anything wrong."
The ref looked down at Gerritt and shook his head. "Okay, Jacoby, I'll believe you. Wow, you really did a number on this guy. Some heavyweight." Jacoby just nodded shyly. He didn't want anyone to know just how much of a number he had done on Gerritt.
Jacoby stood victorious, his arm raised. His friends went wild in the crowd. Jacoby flexed and posed over Gerritt, the fallen heavyweight! He showed off his tight, strong body to the crowd. He kind of disliked mocking Gerritt but the thrill was too great to resist! He knew it would be a while until Gerritt woke up.
Jacoby hopped out of the ring and headed to the back. He saw the promoter and approached him. "Can I challenge Kevin now? Can I? I want a shot at the lightweight belt!"
The promoter said, "Congratulations, Jacoby. That was a great win for you. Tell you what ... you challenge Chen to a rematch. Chen beat Kevin and deserves a title shot soon. If you win against him, you get a shot at the belt. Guaranteed. Have to tell you, though, there are three guys lined up for the belt, including Chen, so it may take a month or so. And I wouldn't be so sure Kevin will still have it. But that was a great match, the crowd loved it."
Jacoby was pumped. He searched out Chen for the challenge. He just squashed a heavyweight. He would get retribution for his one loss and get a shot at the title. And he owed it all to Lucien. Amazing.
*****
In the locker room, Gerritt sat disappointed at his performance. He had actually been SQUASHED by a lightweight. Gerritt was really out of the heavyweight picture now.
The promoter confirmed as much. "Gerritt, I don't think your head is in this. I have to take you out of the rotation. Keep working out and in a month or two, if you can show me something new, I'll consider bringing you back in."
Gerritt was out of the TCCW, maybe forever. He had packed his locker up. He knew he should go but Gerritt just sat with his broad shoulders slumped. Eventually, he noticed Lucien standing at the end of the row of lockers.
Lucien asked why his stuff was all packed. Gerritt said, "I'm done. Tonight's loss meant that I'm out of the fed for a while."
Lucien laughed, "Awesome. That's exactly what I was hoping would happen."
Gerritt was completely confused. Lucien laughed and arrogantly said, "Remember, loser, how you took advantage of me that night? And then I had to take time off? Consider this payback."
Gerritt stared open-mouthed, "What did you have to do with any of this?"
Lucien shook his head, disappointed." Well, I may as well tell you. Revenge is no good unless you know what I did. I arranged everything. See, loser, you weren't worth my time so I contracted out to get revenge. It had to be as humiliating as possible. Jacoby wasn't getting any matches so I told him I could guarantee him a win against a heavyweight. I set him up to challenge you. I spent the last two weeks training him on how to wrestle you and how to beat you."
Lucien continued, "I got Jacoby LOADED boots and LOADED knee pads that wiped you out, punk." Lucien smirked as he said this last part, "And, of course, I had my 'little talk' with you. Everyone knows that anyone can be beat anyone if their head's not in it. See, you muscle-headed moron? Payback sucks! HAHA! Enjoy retirement, loser."
Gerritt's face went red with fury! He charged at Lucien. Lucien was ready for him. He seized Gerritt in a bearhug. Lucien hugged Gerritt tight. After the beating Gerritt had taken, a bearhug was the perfect hold. Gerritt could summon no strength to his back or abs. Gerritt was shocked and helpless. He tried to punch his way out, but his fists had no force. They just made Lucien laugh harder.
Lucien shook Gerritt's 215lbs like it was nothing. Gerritt had charged without thinking and was paying for it. Combined with the squash job Jacoby had put on him, Gerritt was in no shape to face Lucien. After only a couple of minutes, he slumped in Lucien's grip, not even resisting any longer. Lucien swung him around like a ragdoll! Lucien laughed as Gerritt dangled in his grip. Bored with Gerritt, Lucien charged forward, releasing his grip. SLAM! Lucien drove Gerritt's back into the lockers, splashing his own 260lbs on top of him. The row of lockers wobbled from the impact of 475 lbs crashing into it.
Gerritt felt like more pain than he had ever felt as he was sandwiched between the lockers and the 260lbs body of Lucien. Lucien stepped back. Gerritt collapsed and fell right onto the bench, his stomach taking the impact. Gerritt rolled onto the dirty locker room floor writhing in pain. Tears were running down Gerritt's all-American face as he struggled to keep conscious on the floor of the locker room.
Lucien grabbed a handful of Gerritt's hair and pulled him up to his knees, "I suggest you make this break of yours permanent, little man. Either you end your career or me and my buddies will end your career for you."
Gerritt couldn't respond, just fell back to the floor when Lucien released his hair. He could hear Lucien's laughter as the cruel monster left the locker room.
The End.
Gerritt (HW) vs. Jacoby (LW)
When Gerritt got finished his second circuit, he used his shirt to wipe his brow. Jacoby took a long look at his stomach. "Tight abs, but not as tight as mine," Jacoby thought.
There was no doubt that Gerritt was quite the muscle guy. At 5'11" and 215lbs, that made him serious. Especially compared to Jacoby's smaller 155lbs on a 5'8" frame.
Jacoby had been called a pretty boy before, with his cute face and brown hair. Gerritt was a pretty boy, too, just like Lucien had told Jacoby with his blond hair, blue-eyed and all-American looks. But overall, Jacoby thought he looked a little soft.
Jacoby remembered how Lucien had approached him at the juice bar when Jacoby had been complaining about his lack of matches to his girlfriend, Sara. Both Lucien and Sara convinced him. Challenge Gerritt. Beat Gerritt. Then guys in the lightweight division will have to pay attention.
Jacoby finally finished his examination of Gerritt and walked over. He "accidentally" bumped into him and struck up a conversation. It wasn't long before the young men were commiserating about how neither were getting much action in the ring of late. Jacoby jokingly said, "Yeah, I'm so desperate I'd fight almost anyone!"
Gerritt laughed, "Well, I'd help you out but I don't really know any of the lightweights. I'd love to get back into the running for the heavyweight title. Too bad it's all grudge matches. And with that new faction running around, I'll probably never see the ring."
Jacoby nodded. Suddenly he said, "Gerritt, how about you and me wrestle? I'm a big lightweight and you're a lighter heavyweight. It's not that crazy."
"Thanks, Jacoby, I'd love to wrestle you but that doesn't help either of us. It wouldn't count. But I'll practice with you."
Jacoby said, "Thanks but I want to be on the card in front of the crowd. There is a way it would count ... if I challenge you it counts, right?"
Gerritt said, "You would do that? Even if it puts a loss on your record?"
Jacoby said, "I told you, I'm desperate. Besides, I think they say that but it really won't matter. If we fight clean and put on a good match, maybe some middleweights will notice and challenge me. I just want to wrestle, man."
Gerritt said, "I know that feeling. Okay, let's do it. When the promoter tells me you've challenged me, I'll sign on the dotted line."
Jacoby said, "Awesome. Thanks buddy!"
Jacoby pulled out his Nokia as Gerritt went back to the bench press. Jacoby watched the big muscle dude straining under the weight as he punished his muscles. Jacoby picked up the phone and called Lucien. "It's done. We're on.
Meet me at my house. We can practice that stuff you were telling me about. I've got mats in the basement."
*****
Two weeks later, Gerritt vs. Jacoby was a highlight on the card. They were the fourth match of the night. Squash jobs had been big business of late so the promoter was happy to see another heavyweight get in on the action.
Gerritt warmed up in the locker room. Lucien came up to him, "So you're fighting a lightweight now? I'm surprised, I didn't take you for the squash job type."
Gerritt said, "He challenged me. We're going to fight clean. I think we'll both benefit from this."
Lucien smirked, "Sure. That's if Jacoby ever wrestles again, you mean. All it will take is one slip and your big muscle body will flatten him like a pancake. I got to tell you, there's no better feeling than a soft little lightweight under you. Slam him hard and you'll be able to hear the bones crack. I love it!"
Gerritt winced, "It won't be like that, Lucien. I'm not like you. I'm NOT out to hurt anyone."
Lucien said, "Look, no matter what you want, just make sure you can live with ending that jobber's wrestling days. Are you sure that isn't what you want to do? Be like me and my new faction? Are you applying for membership?"
Gerritt said, "I'm nothing like you, Lucien, or your "Heavyweight Heel" friends. This will be a fair match. Nothing will go wrong!"
Lucien replied, "Not for you. But you can hurt Jacoby real bad if you're not careful. Especially for you ... you like those power moves, right?"
Gerritt said, "Sure I do. But I don't have to use them! I won't hurt Jacoby."
Lucien continued, "Have you checked out Jacoby? Do you know his strengths and weaknesses?" Gerritt nodded. Lucien smiled, "Then you know he's not a great wrestler, more of a fighter. The guy got clobbered by Chen and should have lost to Griff. Does he even know how to avoid getting hurt in your big power moves?"
Gerritt said, "Look, I know that. Now stop bugging me. Geez, Lucien, I've got the match in a couple minutes! I need to concentrate!"
Lucien didn't let up, painting detailed pictures of how fun it was for him to slam, powerbomb and crush lightweights. Gerritt was disgusted. The two wrestlers talked intently until the promoter stuck his head in. "Gerritt, you're up, let's go!"
Gerritt walked off, then looked back at Lucien. Was he crazy for agreeing to this? He didn't want to hurt anyone. With that in mind, he headed to the ring.
*****
"OUR NEXT BOUT IS A INTER-WEIGHT-CLASS AFFAIR ... INTRODUCING FIRST THE CHALLENGER, WEIGHING IN AT 155 LBS, IN THE BLACK TRUNKS, JACOBY!"
The crowd applauded as Jacoby strutted down the aisle. He had invited a lot of his freshman college friends to watch and they went crazy for him. He wore a whole new outfit he had purchased for the occasion. He wore small black wrestling trunks, black wrestling boots and had bought a pair of black wristbands and knee pads for this match.
The 19-year old lightweight was much more defined than he had been. He had been working out hard for the past weeks since his fortunate victory over Griffen to harden his abs. They rippled as he walked, unmatched by anyone else in the weight class.
Jacoby bounced in the ring, winked at his girlfriend and ran his hand through his brown hair. Girls in the crowd cried out as he did it, which made him smile all the more.
'AND NOW, INTRODUCING THE CHALLENGEE ... WEIGHING IN AT 215 LBS, IN THE BLUE TRUNKS, GERRITT!"
The crowd cheered for Gerritt. Jacoby's friends were silent but the rest liked Gerritt, remembering his victory over the big heel Lucien vividly. Gerritt smiled sheepishly at the crowd as he walked to the ring. He had curly blond hair and a boyish grin for a 21-year old. He had a solid body with big pecs. Gerritt wore blue trunks with blue short boots.
A couple of his friends watching thought he looked distracted. Jacoby thought so, too. Jacoby thought, "That means Lucien must have talked to him."
The announcer explained that since Jacoby had challenged Gerritt, this was an official match. The ref went through the pre-bout routine. The whole time Gerritt was looking at Jacoby, thinking about what Lucien had said.
It was true. Jacoby was a nice guy. He was in great shape and was just trying to get some matches under his belt as a beginner in the wrestling league. Gerritt resolved not to hurt him too badly. He would go easy on newbie Jacoby.
The two guys locked up. Gerritt used his superior size and strength to force Jacoby into the corner. Gerritt's arms bulged and his back rippled as he forced Jacoby into the corner.
When they landed in the corner, Jacoby let out an "OOF!" and released his grip on Gerritt.
When the ref called for the break, Gerritt released Jacoby and backed off. Jacoby rubbed his back, as if in pain. Gerritt was surprised that one force into the corner would hurt the lightweight. This match really was a mistake.
Jacoby moved in for another lock up. Gerritt met him, but instead of pushing Jacoby, he let Jacoby force him into the corner. Jacoby's friends cheered as Jacoby seemed to overpower Gerritt this time!
Gerritt had it worked out now. He would trade moves with Jacoby then finish him off with a sleeper. Jacoby would have a headache but no more. Gerritt didn't dare use his powerbomb, powerslam or other high impact moves.
Gerritt waited for Jacoby to release the hold. The lightweight made a clean break and moved into the center of the ring. As Gerritt moved in for another lock up, Jacoby darted under his arms and drove his shoulder into Gerritt's wide open abs.
Jacoby drove Gerritt's big body back like a tackling dummy, slamming Gerritt hard into the corner.
Without hesitation, Jacoby drove his big fists into Gerritt's abs again and again. The ref tried to stop him but he ignored him until he started counting. By then, Jacoby had landed ten hard fists in the unsuspecting Gerritt's torso!
Jacoby grabbed Gerritt's arm and tried to whip him into the opposite corner. Gerritt reversed the hold and flung Jacoby's light body into the corner. Gerritt charged after him!
Jacoby, though, was an agile guy ... he leapt over the top rope and waited. Gerritt couldn't stop and charged front first into the corner! The solid steel turnbuckles drove the air out of him. Gerritt moved back out of the corner.
Jacoby hopped to the top rope and dove off, clotheslining Gerritt to the mat! Jacoby jumped up and stomped his boots into Gerritt's abs. Gerritt was winded by the stomps Jacoby's boots were devastating him!
Gerritt finally pushed Jacoby off him and scrambled to his feet. When Gerritt was standing, he saw Jacoby come flying off the ropes!
Just in time, Gerritt raised his big arms and caught the flying lightweight! Gerritt had the lightweight in perfect position to dominate!
*****
Gerritt caught Jacoby in mid-air in his big arms. Gerritt's 17-1/2" biceps pulsed with power as he paraded the lightweight around the ring. It looked like a cocky move, but in fact, Gerritt was not being a show-off. Unfortunately for the heavyweight, Gerritt didn't know what to do next! He was still thinking about Lucien's words ... he couldn't live with himself if he put the lightweight out of wrestling!
Gerritt had Jacoby helpless, but his few second hesitation was all Jacoby needed. Jacoby balled his fist and drove his fist into Gerritt's side. The hard fist to the kidney was all that it took for Jacoby to get free.
Jacoby scrambled to his feet and wasted no time. Jacoby drove his knee into the heavyweight's stomach. Gerritt's efforts to increased his arms and shoulders had resulted in softer abs. The knee doubled Gerritt over.
Gerritt cried out, shocked at the hardness of Jacoby's knee! The padded knee cut through his abs like they were nothing!
Jacoby had trained for two weeks for this. He knew exactly what he was going to do. With no hesitation, he wrapped his arm around Gerritt's neck. He reached down and grabbed the back of the waistband of Gerritt's trunks. Jacoby leaned back and drove Gerritt's head into the mat in a DDT!
Gerritt was dazed but Jacoby was like a machine. He flipped Gerritt over onto his back. Jacoby hammered Gerritt's abs with punches. Gerritt cried out. The ref ordered Jacoby to open his fists.
Jacoby jumped up and drove knee after knee into Gerritt's aching abs. Gerritt flailed helplessly as his consciousness returned. He felt no more punches. When he opened his eyes, he was just in time to see Jacoby coming in for the kill!
Jacoby had jumped onto the top rope and launched himself into the air! The lightweight drove his elbow into Gerritt's gut, sending Gerritt into the fetal position!
Jacoby raised his arms in mock victory! He had the bigger guy down and he would stay down!
*****
The blond, blue-eyed muscle stud was groaning as Jacoby seized his legs and flipped him over and continued the ab assault. Jacoby had spent two weeks learning moves, developing a plan and working on his strengths. Lucien had told him he had big and strong hands. Jacoby used them now.
Jacoby measured Gerritt's abs and thrust his hands down, digging his fingers into Gerritt's softened muscles. The claw was devastating! Gerritt kicked his feet on the mat and seized Jacoby's wrists to break the hold. Unfortunately for the heavyweight, Jacoby's new move was cinched in tight. Gerritt's own efforts to break the claw only made it hurt more.
The ref asked Gerritt if he wanted to submit. Gerritt cried out NO! He wanted to give in but he could never lose to a lightweight!
Jacoby felt the ab muscles breaking down. After a couple of minutes, Gerritt was barely resisting his claw. Jacoby released it only to drive his head down into the soft muscles.
Gerritt cried out again from the head butt to his abs. The destruction of his abs weakened his entire body. Gerritt rolled away onto his front, trying to recover.
But Jacoby was unrelenting. It was very liberating for Jacoby not to have to think about what to do. His inexperience was no longer a factor ... his efforts with Lucien were paying dividends!
Jacoby was back on Gerritt in seconds, stomping the heavyweight's back with his shiny black wrestling boots. Boots which had a solid steel plate in the soles. Lucien had gotten them for him and assured him the ref would miss it. The ref did miss it because Jacoby was a fair fighter and this was a 'friendly' match.
The steel-plated boots had taken a terrible toll on Gerritt's abs and now on his back. Jacoby dropped down, driving an elbow into the small of Gerritt's back!
Jacoby jumped back up and rested one hand between Gerritt's shoulder blades and one on his tights. Jacoby then unleashed a rapid fire assault of knee drops into Gerritt's back. Like his boots, he had plating in his pads.
The tissue of Gerritt stood no chance against the weighted knee pads or boots of the young lightweight. The mighty heavyweight muscles were softening, just as his abs had. Gerritt was struggling to crawl away, but the assault had taken its toll.
*****
Gerritt was struggling to crawl away, but the assault had taken its toll. The sight of the big, bad heavyweight trying to escape the lightweight was priceless for the crowd. People loved the underdog and loved upsets. This was certainly the best of both!
The blond pretty boy was unable to react anywhere near fast enough to what came next. Jacoby stood up, grabbed a handful of Gerritt's curls and forced him to his feet. Jacoby lowered Gerritt's head and positioned it between his legs. Jacoby smashed his fists into Gerritt's back! Gerritt dropped to his knees from the impact on his aching back.
Jacoby reached under Gerritt and lifted, hoisting Gerritt back to his feet. Jacoby lifted, raising Gerritt's feet from the ground. Jacoby could barely lift him but got him up and merely sat back. Gerritt fell forward and his head was driven into the mat by his own weight!
The piledriver was cheered by the crowd who were unhappy with Gerritt's pathetic showing! They had thought this would be a squash job which it was, but not the way they were expecting!
Jacoby rolled Gerritt over and covered him for the pin. The ref counted, "One ... two ..." but didn't make it to three. The crowd gasped and the ref was stunned.
Jacoby had reached forward, clutched Gerritt's blond hair and pulled the heavyweight up at the two count! What arrogance! It was unbelievable! Jacoby hadn't wanted to do it, but he had promised Lucien. The last thing he needed was trouble from Lucien.
Of course now that he had done it, he found he liked it. Jacoby got a little more cocky. As the ref scolded him, Jacoby said loudly, "Hey, I want to give these people their money's worth!" Jacoby turned to the crowd and yelled, "Don't you want to see more?"
The crowd screamed yes, wanting to see what the now cocky lightweight could do with the helpless 215 lbs slab of beef in the ring.
Jacoby was confident now. He certainly wasn't worried about Gerritt coming back. Even if he did somehow come back, Jacoby had made his point and had to be considered the top lightweight in the TCCW.
*****
Jacoby was confident now. He certainly wasn't worried about Gerritt coming back. Even if he did somehow come back, Jacoby had made his point and had to be considered the top lightweight in the TCCW.
Jacoby slapped Gerrit's face lightly, reviving his opponent. The crowd laughed. Jacoby smiled and dragged Gerritt to his feet by the hair again. Gerritt followed on instinct, completely unaware of his situation. Jacoby tried to raise Gerritt in a pile driver but couldn't get him up. Improvising, Jacoby reached forward, lifted Gerritt's arms behind his back.
Jacoby locked his hands under Gerritt's arms and on his back. Jacoby jumped slightly and came crashing down. WHAM! Gerritt's face slammed into the mat with all of Jacoby's 155 lbs on top of it! The Pedigree was surely the end of the match, everyone thought.
Jacoby rolled the unconscious Gerritt onto his back. The ref went to lift Gerritt's wrist to check if he was conscious when he heard from across the ring, "Look out ref, INCOMING!"
The ref moved just in time! Jacoby had hopped back onto the top rope and this time leapt across the ring splashing Gerritt's prone body! Gerritt coughed and tried to rise but couldn't!
Jacoby slowly and confidently straddled Gerritt. He lifted Gerritt's arms over his head and held them down with one hand while positioning his other hand on Gerritt's face. As Jacoby pinned him again, the ref dropped down to the mat. Jacoby loved the feeling of a squash. He loved the feeling of a heavyweight trapped in a schoolboy pin.
In fact, Jacoby loved it so much he had a nasty thought. The ref counted, "One, two ..." Again, Jacoby pulled Gerritt up from the pin! The ref scolded Jacoby but the crowd applauded! Gerritt wasn't deserving of mercy ... he had been atrocious so far! He was an embarrassment to the wrestling world!
Jacoby screamed out, "Sorry guys, but it's over. I've got a date with my girl!" Jacoby winked at his girlfriend who waved to crowd. Jacoby smiled and reached down to finish this most shocking of matches.
Jacoby pulled Gerritt to his feet one last time. Gerritt stumbled until he felt Jacoby's tight grip closing around his neck.
Jacoby locked a sleeper on Gerritt. Gerrit woke up enough to recognize what was happening. He tried to pull the arm from his neck, but Jacoby's earlier assaults had weakened his arms. He could get no power. His big, tough legs were undamaged, holding him up. But he knew it was only a matter of moments before he collapsed, defeated.
The crowd cheered for Jacoby as he tightened his grip some more ...
*****
Jacoby locked a sleeper on Gerritt. Gerrit tried to pull the arm from his neck but Jacoby was in perfect shape while Gerritt was ruined. The blond muscle dude could get no power to do anything.
In desperation, Gerritt instinctively pushed Jacoby back towards the corner. Gerritt ran backwards hard. Jacoby was ready for the move. As they got closer, he released the sleeper and slid to the side. Gerritt rammed himself into the corner hard. His aching back sent waves of pain through him. Gerritt stumbled out of the corner holding his aching back. He grimaced in pain and stumbled like a drunk.
WHUMP! Jacoby launched a massive kick into Gerritt's wide open stomach! Gerritt toppled over, desperate not to puke. He knelt on hands and knees gasping.
Jacoby positioned himself behind Gerritt and leapt onto Gerritt's back. This sent the blond heavyweight flat onto his aching abs and powerful chest. Jacoby sat on Gerritt's back and pulled the blond wrestler back into a camel clutch!
Gerritt cried in pain. Jacoby leaned into the hold, grabbing Gerritt again in a sleeper! The combination was devastating. Again, Jacoby's flexibility as a lightweight was his advantage. Jacoby was able to execute the dual hold with ease.
For his part, Gerritt was done. The ref asked if he wanted to submit. Gerritt held out as long as he could but eventually had to admit defeat. He softly said, "Yes." When he did, Jacoby pretended not to hear and tightened the sleeper. He had wanted to hear Gerritt submit but Lucien had wanted Gerritt to be left unconscious in the ring like the sack of dirt Lucien thought he was.
The ref had the bell rung. By the time he returned and told Jacoby that Gerritt had submitted, the sleeper had put Gerritt out. Jacoby immediately released the hold and told the ref he hadn't heard the submission. The ref said, "I'll bet. If I ever ref you again and you pull that false pin stuff, I'll DQ you right away. I'd do it now, but you did release it as soon as I asked."
Jacoby smiled and said, "Thanks. I'm sorry but you have to understand, this was supposed to be a squash of me. I'm sorry, sir. I don't normally do anything wrong."
The ref looked down at Gerritt and shook his head. "Okay, Jacoby, I'll believe you. Wow, you really did a number on this guy. Some heavyweight." Jacoby just nodded shyly. He didn't want anyone to know just how much of a number he had done on Gerritt.
Jacoby stood victorious, his arm raised. His friends went wild in the crowd. Jacoby flexed and posed over Gerritt, the fallen heavyweight! He showed off his tight, strong body to the crowd. He kind of disliked mocking Gerritt but the thrill was too great to resist! He knew it would be a while until Gerritt woke up.
Jacoby hopped out of the ring and headed to the back. He saw the promoter and approached him. "Can I challenge Kevin now? Can I? I want a shot at the lightweight belt!"
The promoter said, "Congratulations, Jacoby. That was a great win for you. Tell you what ... you challenge Chen to a rematch. Chen beat Kevin and deserves a title shot soon. If you win against him, you get a shot at the belt. Guaranteed. Have to tell you, though, there are three guys lined up for the belt, including Chen, so it may take a month or so. And I wouldn't be so sure Kevin will still have it. But that was a great match, the crowd loved it."
Jacoby was pumped. He searched out Chen for the challenge. He just squashed a heavyweight. He would get retribution for his one loss and get a shot at the title. And he owed it all to Lucien. Amazing.
*****
In the locker room, Gerritt sat disappointed at his performance. He had actually been SQUASHED by a lightweight. Gerritt was really out of the heavyweight picture now.
The promoter confirmed as much. "Gerritt, I don't think your head is in this. I have to take you out of the rotation. Keep working out and in a month or two, if you can show me something new, I'll consider bringing you back in."
Gerritt was out of the TCCW, maybe forever. He had packed his locker up. He knew he should go but Gerritt just sat with his broad shoulders slumped. Eventually, he noticed Lucien standing at the end of the row of lockers.
Lucien asked why his stuff was all packed. Gerritt said, "I'm done. Tonight's loss meant that I'm out of the fed for a while."
Lucien laughed, "Awesome. That's exactly what I was hoping would happen."
Gerritt was completely confused. Lucien laughed and arrogantly said, "Remember, loser, how you took advantage of me that night? And then I had to take time off? Consider this payback."
Gerritt stared open-mouthed, "What did you have to do with any of this?"
Lucien shook his head, disappointed." Well, I may as well tell you. Revenge is no good unless you know what I did. I arranged everything. See, loser, you weren't worth my time so I contracted out to get revenge. It had to be as humiliating as possible. Jacoby wasn't getting any matches so I told him I could guarantee him a win against a heavyweight. I set him up to challenge you. I spent the last two weeks training him on how to wrestle you and how to beat you."
Lucien continued, "I got Jacoby LOADED boots and LOADED knee pads that wiped you out, punk." Lucien smirked as he said this last part, "And, of course, I had my 'little talk' with you. Everyone knows that anyone can be beat anyone if their head's not in it. See, you muscle-headed moron? Payback sucks! HAHA! Enjoy retirement, loser."
Gerritt's face went red with fury! He charged at Lucien. Lucien was ready for him. He seized Gerritt in a bearhug. Lucien hugged Gerritt tight. After the beating Gerritt had taken, a bearhug was the perfect hold. Gerritt could summon no strength to his back or abs. Gerritt was shocked and helpless. He tried to punch his way out, but his fists had no force. They just made Lucien laugh harder.
Lucien shook Gerritt's 215lbs like it was nothing. Gerritt had charged without thinking and was paying for it. Combined with the squash job Jacoby had put on him, Gerritt was in no shape to face Lucien. After only a couple of minutes, he slumped in Lucien's grip, not even resisting any longer. Lucien swung him around like a ragdoll! Lucien laughed as Gerritt dangled in his grip. Bored with Gerritt, Lucien charged forward, releasing his grip. SLAM! Lucien drove Gerritt's back into the lockers, splashing his own 260lbs on top of him. The row of lockers wobbled from the impact of 475 lbs crashing into it.
Gerritt felt like more pain than he had ever felt as he was sandwiched between the lockers and the 260lbs body of Lucien. Lucien stepped back. Gerritt collapsed and fell right onto the bench, his stomach taking the impact. Gerritt rolled onto the dirty locker room floor writhing in pain. Tears were running down Gerritt's all-American face as he struggled to keep conscious on the floor of the locker room.
Lucien grabbed a handful of Gerritt's hair and pulled him up to his knees, "I suggest you make this break of yours permanent, little man. Either you end your career or me and my buddies will end your career for you."
Gerritt couldn't respond, just fell back to the floor when Lucien released his hair. He could hear Lucien's laughter as the cruel monster left the locker room.
The End.
Loved this match. It's one I could have written. Love the "Good guy" finding out how much fun being bad can be.
ReplyDeleteYou probably inspired the idea. But it is a classic way to get a heel turn ... seduced by the power that comes with being bad. Until the good guys get revenge, of course.
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