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Texas College Championship Wrestling 17
Bill (HW) versus Mike (HW)
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THE FIRST MATCH TODAY IS A HEAVYWEIGHT CONTEST, ONE FALL WITH A THIRTY-MINUTE TIME LIMIT. INTRODUCING FIRST, WEARING THE BLACK TRUNKS, WEIGHING IN AT 203 POUNDS, HERE IS MIKE!
Mike trotted to the ring. He had not seen much action lately so he was looking forward to getting back into it. He knew that there was only so much you could experience in training. Mike did wrestle as an amateur but he really wanted to try more pro-style.
Physically, Mike was certainly well trained. Mike had a lean, hard body - one of the hardest in TCCW. His abs were like cement due to the rigorous punishment they endured every single day. Every muscle on his body was cut, perfectly defined like an anatomy chart. His body fat was practically non-existent.
Mike had dirty blond hair, which he kept short. He had classic good looks, with a square jaw and pale eyes. He was richly tanned from spending his days at the beach. He had even been working out outside to savor the summer. Mike's ring attire was simple, consisting of two items. He wore tight black spandex square cut trunks and black running shoes.Mike was not particularly nervous, just anxious. He had the same 1-1 record as his opponent. Mike looked out into the crowd, smiling and waving to his friends in the audience waiting for his opponent to arrive.
INTRODUCING HIS OPPONENT, WEARING THE YELLOW SINGLET AND WEIGHING IN AT 217 POUNDS, HERE IS BILL!
Bill did have a 1-1 record, same as Mike, but Bill had not actually wrestled another heavyweight since joining TCCW. He had made an inauspicious debut against Myca, who weighed half of what he did. After losing to Myca, he had demolished a middleweight who thought Bill was a jobber.
Bill was anything but a jobber. He loved wrestling - amateur AND pro - and was great at it. He was excited and motivated to wrestle every card but it just hadn't panned out. Between his regular amateur wrestling, schoolwork, friends and his girlfriend, he just hadn't had time to spend on TCCW. Now, after being off for a couple of months, he felt ready to get right back into it. He was excited to be wrestling a tough heavyweight like Mike.
Bill walked down to the ring wearing his tight yellow singlet and yellow tall pro wrestling boots for which he had saved up for months to buy. He was much thicker than Mike and less defined. Bill was a big guy with powerful legs and mighty arms that measured 18".
Bill left his baggage about Myca and his inexperience with heavyweights in the back. He was a successful amateur because of his concentration. When Bill stepped onto the mat or into the ring, all thoughts of anything outside the match left his brain.
He hopped through the ropes and went to his corner. The ref checked his gear and brought him to the middle. Mike and Bill shook hands and parted ways.
The crowd was evenly split between the two. Some liked Bill, remembering his professional behavior after his loss to Myca and his exciting squash follow-up. Others liked Mike just because he was a tough competitor. The girls in the crowd favored Mike for the obvious reasons.
Despite not being a grudge match or including two marquee names, the crowd was in their seats for the start of this match. Typically heavyweight matches were the shortest. The power moves were fast and intense. And victory often came down to who could land their move first.
The bell sounded and the wrestlers stepped forward.
The two wrestlers charged out of their corners, eager to get it on. They both had confidence in their bodies and in their wrestling ability.
They locked up into a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Mike powered Bill into a headlock. Bill immediately wrapped his arms Mike's waist and side suplexed him into the mat, driving his shoulders into the canvas. Bill really drove Mike back, making sure to put as much of his weight into it as possible.
Mike instinctively clutched his head and neck. In that split second, Bill rolled over onto Mike's chest and fired fists into Mike's tight abs. They didn't even make a dent as the ripped 8-pack rejected Bill's fists! Mike managed to lift his body, bridging his torso up and tossing Bill off.
Both wrestlers were on their feet in a flash. Mike leapt up and charged Bill with a flying clothesline. Bill crashed back hard. Mike dropped to his knees and fired two fists into Bill's pecs. He was surprised as Bill's pecs were rock hard under the yellow singlet!
Bill managed to roll to the safety of a corner. He rose to his feet and the wrestlers circled again. As they locked up, Bill drove his knee up into Mike's abs. Mike grunted. As he bent over, Bill reached around his waist and lifted him off his feet!
With Mike aloft, Bill dropped him hard over his knee, driving Mike's abs down hard! Mike felt the air leaving him. Bill threw him off his knee onto his back on the mat. Mike brushed his abs - the muscles were holding up but Mike knew Bill was smart and tough - he would keep attacking that one area.
Bill was quick for a bigger guy. In the time it took Mike to figure out that Bill was going to work his abs over, Bill was back on the offensive. He forced Mike up to his feet. Moving in from behind, he tied them up and stretched Mike out in an abdominal stretch. Mike's lean hard body twisted as his right side was stretched out.
Bill cranked hard on the submission hold. Mike was feeling it ... it showed on his face and his muscles. Although it seemed like the guys were just standing in the ring, this was an intense battle! Mike was trying to move Bill and counter the hold. Bill was trying to stretch Mike further and further.
Both guys were already sweating profusely, their gear getting soaked in sweat as the muscle versus muscle battle continued. Mike's muscles began to quiver as his muscles were forced beyond their normal limits. Bill's awesome power was tearing him apart!
To make matters worse for Mike, Bill pounded his free right hand into Mike's rock-hard muscles. He leveled quick and random blows all over Mike's torso! Mike grunted with each blow.
Mike was now drenched in sweat. He had been flexing his tight muscles to resist the stretch and punches while also trying to counter the move. He had a permanent grimace on his face as effort and pain combined. Mike continued to try to flip Bill but couldn't get the leverage.
Bill was also sweating. It looked as though he was in complete control but keeping Mike from countering and breaking free was no easy task. Mike's strength was awesome and Bill had to use every ounce of power just to maintain the hold. Bill felt his grip slipping from the combination of stress and sweat made the hold less effective.
As Mike's wet body slid a little, Bill let go to change moves. Mike fell to the mat clutching his side. He was on his knees, hands on his side and forehead on the mat. He started crawling to the corner. He needed to get outside and rest for a moment!
Bill had done some solid groundwork he knew. He also suspected that Mike had better endurance than he did. It was time to keep the pressure on Mike - a long match was to Mike's advantage.
Bill released the abdominal stretch. Mike tried to crawl away but his side ached. Before he got very far, he felt Bill's hand slide inside the waistband of his black squarecuts. Bill pulled Mike back to the center of the ring.
Bill launched a hard boot into Mike's right side! Mike fell over onto his back then rolled back onto his stomach. He turned and raised his right side from the mat to take the pressure off. Bill smiled as Mike was presenting him with the perfect target! Mike's already softened right side was raised and presented just for Bill!
Mike was breathing hard. As he writhed on the mat, he tried to focus through the pain. Unfortunately Bill knew how to use an advantage. Bill wasted no time. He followed up with a series of stomps to Mike's right side and kidney.Mike cried out with each stomp. He bounced along the mat, the force of the boots crumbling his gym-built muscle wall! When he hit the ropes, Bill was forced to stop and wait for him to rise.
Mike got to his feet and stumbled forward into the corner, his side aching. He couldn't believe his muscle wall was failing him but he knew Bill had focused a lot of punishment into a small area. Mike looked back at Bill who was impatiently waiting to lock up again. With Mike up on his feet, the ref signaled for the wrestlers to lock up again.
As Bill charged forward, Mike charged with a shoulder block! He started to drive Bill into the mat but Bill countered. He rolled them over so it was Mike that landed on the bottom. Mike landed hard as Bill's weight drove the air out of him!
Bill straddled Mike's chest facing backwards. Mike opened his eyes and could see Bill's wide yellow back. He tried to throw Bill off but his arms were trapped under Bill's legs. Mike tried to bridge, lifting his lower torso high into the air.
This was exactly what Bill wanted. Mike's waist and abs rose, perfectly presented for more torture! Bill hammered his fists forward, sending Mike's hips back to the mat! This time, Mike's abs did not reject Bill's fists as they had before. Bill felt the difference from the start of the mat. All Mike could do was twist and turn under the big wrestler.
The crowd watched eagerly as Mike thrust his hips up to throw Bill. They wondered if he could actually move Bill. They winced with each mighty blow that followed. The crowd had thought Bill was crazy to go after Mike's abs but here was the proof he was right. They could hear the difference as it was no longer the sound of fists into hard muscle. Bill's fists sunk just a little deeper with each blow!
Mike was unable to do anything but suffer. As he rolled his torso, Bill would hammer his sides - especially his already devastated right side. Mike lifted his hips, which only made Bill's blows more powerful. Mike had no leverage for his arms to throw the 217 pound wrestler from him. Mike was left on his back to suffer - his eyes filled with Bill's wide V-shaped torso covered in his yellow singlet. Bill's ass had slid back to cover his face which made even breathing hard.
Bill stopped punching and rested for a moment. With the offensive moves stopped, the ref started counting a pin. Bill realized he had had Mike pinned but his own punches were breaking the count! Bill scrambled forward to hook a leg and win the match but that made it possible for Mike to slide one arm free and lift his shoulder at two-and-a-half. Bill cursed to himself as he recognized his stupidity. He had had Mike pinned but his own effort to make the pin more effective had freed Mike's left arm. Now he had no chance at the pin!
Bill slapped the mat, knowing he had blown a perfect opportunity to put this match away!
Bill rolled off Mike. He forced Mike up and lifted him into his arms. Bill held Mike aloft, then dropped down again, driving his knee into Mike's right side and back. He rolled Mike into an over-the-knee backbreaker. Mike's body was stretched again, this time even more painfully. Mike flailed but that only made the pain worse. The ref was asking if he submitted.
Mike screamed "NO!" He welcomed the chance to scream without seeming weak. He wanted to scream yes, but would not submit! He could suffer a lot of abuse and would not give in easily.
Bill tossed Mike from his knee. Mike could not react in time to Bill's fast-paced and varied attack! Bill bounced off the ropes and splashed down hard onto Mike's torso!
The blond stud writhed out in pain under the dominant force of his opponent, suffering on the mat as the larger stud crushed him! Mike had not expected Bill to be so skilled and so quick for a big guy!
The ref counted two but Mike lifted his shoulder. Bill was upset that he had forgotten to hook the leg. He knew that pins against guys like Mike are hard to come by and now he had blown two of them.
Bill sat up and drove his fists into Mike's abs, sending more spasms of pain through his body. The blows stopped but when Mike opened his eyes, he saw an impressive Bill standing over him. Bill looked focused. His yellow singlet was drenched in sweat, clinging to him and showing off the amazing power underneath.
Mike could not move out of the way as Bill lifted his foot. When the boots started raining down on him, Mike wanted to curl into a ball and quit! Bill stomped Mike ten times. He then grabbed Mike's arms, forcing him to a sitting position. Bill bent down and lifted Mike over his shoulder.
The ref and the crowd were wondering how much more Mike could take. He was stubbornly refusing to submit and had lifted his shoulder with every pin attempt. They admired his guts but questioned his sanity!
Bill leaned forward, slamming Mike back to the mat hard. He put power behind the move as he slammed Mike down. Bill grabbed Mike's legs and rolled him up into a small cradle. The ref only reached one before Mike kicked out!
Bill was tired. He was frustrated. He wanted to end this. He picked Mike up and bodyslammed him hard to the mat. Bill had tremendous power and Mike arched his body up to relieve the pressure. He bridged his hips, holding his suffering abs aloft.
Bill wasted no time. He knew Mike was tough and could come back at any time. Bill had made a mistake by not pinning Myca while he could. Bill bounced off the ropes and came down with another awesome splash! Mike's body quivered from the impact. Bill stayed on him and the ref counted to two. Mike was able to lift his legs and kick out again.
Bill was really winded. He had done a lot of high impact moves in what had turned into a long match. He lifted Mike to a seated position and moved behind him. Bill wrapped his legs around Mike's waist and tied Mike's arms up in a full nelson!
Bill leaned back and stretched and squeezed Mike hard! Mike cried out but refused to give in. Bill cranked on unimaginable pressure but Mike's hard, gym-built muscles were holding up. Bill squeezed his massive legs tighter and tighter while at the same time trying to shake Mike into submitting.
After a minute in the hold, Bill had to release it, realizing that despite all the ab and side work, it would not win him the match. He stomped his boots to Mike's damaged sides, really laying into the lanky stud again.
Bill was impressed that Mike was holding out. He realized that Mike might not submit no matter what. Bill started focusing on the best pinning moves in his arsenal. One way or another, Bill would finish this match ... this would NOT be a repeat of the Myca fiasco. He had had Myca beaten only to pull him up because Myca asked him to. That decision had resulted in his humiliating defeat.
While Bill was debating how he could end the match, Mike was only able to think about the pain running through his tightly muscled body. Bill had countered the few offensive moves Mike had managed. Later, Mike would be embarrassed at his showing but for right now, all he could think about were his failing muscles. But despite everything, he refused to surrender. Bill would have to beat him with a pin because Mike would never submit!
Bill had laid an awesome beating on Mike, but the rock hard stud was determined to keep going. Bill had out powered and out wrestled him for a very long time. When the announcer said, "FIVE MORE MINUTES IN THIS MATCH. FIVE MORE MINUTES" Mike heard it and, in his stupor, realized two things: he had been Bill's whipping boy for 25 minutes and that if he could hold on, he could get a draw! Mike felt like a total jobber for not thinking about the win but Bill was just that good tonight.
Bill clutched Mike around the waist. He lifted the lighter stud over his side and slammed his back to the mat. Bill landed on top of the stud Mike, driving his 217 pounds right onto him. Mike grunted and groaned. Bill was continuing to give it to him!
Bill tried another pin. Mike's muscles were failing but he could dig deep and shift Bill enough to free his shoulder. He stubbornly kicked out, forcing his shoulder off the mat. He was going to make it five minutes! He would!
Bill got off him and lifted Mike up. He stood beside Mike, grabbed one arm and wrapped their legs together. Bill yanked them back, driving Mike backwards with a Russian Leg Sweep. Mike landed hard again on his aching back.
Bill opted not to try the cover, figuring Mike could still kick out. Bill forced Mike to his feet again. He picked Mike up and planted him on top of the ropes. Mike straddled the top turnbuckle as Bill climbed up. Bill dragged the dazed Mike up. Mike shot a fist into Bill's gut, but the weak blow bounced off.
Bill locked his arm around Mike's neck and grabbed hold of his tight black squarecuts. Bill used his awesome strength and fell back. Mike felt himself go up! He knew exactly what was happening but was powerless to stop it. Bill lifted Mike into the air. He was going to end this match with a Super-Plex from the top rope!
The Super-Plex planted both wrestlers hard onto the mat. Bill felt the jarring as the entire ring shook from the impact of 420 pounds landing so hard! Bill struggled up. The move was hard on his body but he knew it was a great move. He rolled onto Mike, pinning his shoulders.
Mike was completely dazed. His back was in spasms and he felt Bill's 217 pounds crushing his torso. He willed himself to kick out but he simply could not. The ref counted "One ... two ... three!" and the match was over.
Bill slowly stood. He was exhausted and realized that he had wrestled a 27-minute match! Bill lowered his sweat-soaked singlet to his hips. His chest and stomach were heaving from the effort. He waited in his corner as the ref came over and officially lifted his hand. The crowd was on their feet and he did a tour of the ring for the fans.
Across the ring, Mike rolled out of the ring and fell onto the mats. He was in tremendous pain. He was upset that he could not hold on to get the draw. Bill had totally outclassed him. He struggled to his hands and knees. He clutched the ring apron and hoisted himself to his feet.
He felt dejected but as he listened, the people at ringside were yelling encouragement for him. They appreciated his toughness and were calling to him. Bolstered, he found a third wind and stood straight. He smiled his killer smile. He tried to wave but could not raise his right arm. He started to the back. As he rounded the ring, he found Bill waiting. Bill said, "Thanks for the match, buddy."
Mike smiled and said, "Sorry it wasn't more of a match. I just didn't have it tonight. But you were on fire!"
Bill said, "Thanks, I felt great. I wouldn't have poured it on but you kept kicking out! You are one tough guy, probably the toughest I've seen"
Mike smiled at the compliment. He asked Bill, "Tough only gets you so far. When do you workout? I never see you at the gym here or at the outdoor one."
Bill said, "I usually workout here from 6 to 9am."
"Oh, no wonder I never see you. I guess the gym is deserted at that time. Mind if I crash sometime?"
Bill replied, "Yep, usually it's pretty quiet. It'd be cool to have someone else to spot for me, motivate me and spar with me. What are you looking for?"
Mike nodded, "All of the above. A spotter, a motivator and a sparring partner. Oh yeah, and a rematch."
Bill agreed to a rematch anytime, knowing Mike had a lot of great moves he had left in his bag. Bill's loss to Myca had changed him - he was happy with the win but really just loved the battle. If Mike beat him next time, so be it. He would love to see and feel Mike's best stuff. The two wrestlers went back through the curtain and made plans to workout together.
THE END
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