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Texas College Championship Wrestling 23
Luke (MW) versus Grant (MW)
Luke had challenged Grant to a match. Luke had not wrestled in a while and had a not-so-impressive record of 1-2. He had beaten his younger cousin Will in a squash of the lightweight to make his debut. But after that, Ben and Frank had both beaten him.
Wrestling was a new experience for Luke, he was always part of a team. He was the quarterback of his high school team, the third best in the county and rising fast with him at the helm. Grant meanwhile, was the star tight end of the top-ranked team. Grant, Ryan and Anton all went to the same school.
Since both wrestlers played offense, there was no on-field rivalry to this match but the pride of their school was on the line for both wrestlers.
THIS IS A MIDDLEWEIGHT CONTEST, ONE FALL WITH A THIRTY-MINUTE TIME LIMIT! INTRODUCING FIRST, THE CHALLENGER, WEIGHING IN AT 183 POUNDS, WEARING THE BLACK SHORTS, HERE IS LUKE!
Luke ran to the ring. He was a big, strong middleweight. Some considered him a privileged pretty boy but he was not. Luke worked hard in everything he did. He was good looking, with short blond hair, a square jaw and well-defined muscles. He had been working out hard, using the summer rest period to get into even better shape.
Luke wore black football shorts with a white lace in the front holding them together. The shorts were tight and left little to the imagination. (see his picture, "2a. More Middleweights" fourth picture). Luke hoisted himself into the ring and waved to the crowd. He smiled now and nodded, appreciating their support.
AND INTRODUCING HIS OPPONENT, WEIGHING IN AT 171 POUNDS, WEARING THE GRAY SHORTS, HERE IS GRANT!
Grant had gladly accepted the challenge from Luke and looked forward to notching a second win on his record. He had not watched Luke's matches but knew Ben and Frank had gotten victories over him. He had also heard that Luke's one win was against a lightweight.
All in all, Grant felt pretty confident. The blond muscle stud flexed in front of the mirror before heading out. He was wearing gray shorts over his pale gray football shorts. He reached down and tied the lace in the front of his shorts up.
Grant had a solid body. Not the best in the league, but really well proportioned. His biceps were big and his pecs stood out from his body high and proud. He had a thick neck, tight waist and powerful legs.
Coming into this match, Grant was definitely confident and cocky. He had been training hard and really feeling great. He had won his first match against Stefan. Grant was focussed and would not accept a loss against Luke. He was going to put EVERYTHING into this match. Grant charged to the ring. He jumped around the ring, flexing and posing for the crowd.
The ref checked their gear and set them back to their corners. The bell rang and they moved in to lock up. Luke extended his hand, realizing he and Grant had not shaken. Grant waited for Luke to get closer. As Luke reached for Grant's hand, Grant pulled his hand away and ran it through his blond hair. He smirked at Luke who was more than a little surprised.
Grant turned away and flexed for the crowd. He looked very pleased at his cleverness. He turned back to Luke and said, "Sorry. Here, let's shake." The wrestlers shook hands for real. Grant was feeling good. As Luke tried to pull his hand away, he couldn't Grant squeezed the bigger wrestler's large hand in his own. Grant pressed hard. Luke had big, strong hands but Grant had surprised him. He winced as he tried to gain the advantage.
Luke felt Grant's hand digging in deeper and deeper. Luke's handsome face continued to show discomfort. Luke said through the considerable discomfort, "C'mon man ... this ... it's supposed to ... fun wrestlin' match ... I just wanted to shake hands ... let go!"
Grant released his grip, satisfied that he had won the first battle. He really wanted to win this match and he knew he wo
The wrestlers felt each other out, trading lock-ups and holds, neither wrestler dominant. Luke pushed Grant into the corner; Grant followed up by pushing Luke into the corner.
On the fourth lock-up, Grant forced Luke to the ropes. He grabbed Luke's wrist and fired him across the ring. Grant raised his arm flexing it and bouncing his pecs. Grant set up, ready to take Luke's head off. Grant would hold nothing back tonight!
When Luke came off the ropes, Grant went for a huge clothesline, putting all his power and weight behind it. Grant let out a scream, "AAAHHHHH!" as he charged, ready to level Luke. Grant was completely focused and committed to this one move!
Luke, though, saw the move and ducked under the arm as he ran by. Grant swung so hard that he lost his footing and stumbled. Grant spun around 360 degrees and his feet twisted, tripping him. Grant fell onto his butt in the middle of the ring.
As Grant sat stunned in the middle of the ring, Luke charged. Coming off the ropes, he hopped over Grant and came off again. Luke launched into a low drop kick, his size 13 feet planted hard into Grant's chest.The blond tight end went sprawling back. He crawled to a corner, facing in and clutching his chest. Grant felt Luke's hands under his armpits, lifting him. Luke spun Grant fast into the corner. He pushed Grant's hands from his heaving pecs and landed five hard chops to his chest.
Grant let out a cry as his rock hard chest was battered. Luke grabbed Grant's wrist and whipped him across the ring. Grant crashed into the opposite turnbuckle!
Grant hit so hard the ring shook. Grant stumbled forward like a drunk. He was met by Luke who grabbed him around the shoulders. In one fast move Luke lifted and planted Grant onto the mat, driving him down in a sidewalk slam!
Grant felt the power of Luke's slam and cried out again. He moaned as he bridged to relieve the pressure. Luke reached around Grant's bridged waist. He lifted and hoisted Grant into the air, placing him in a bearhug!
Grant was shocked that Luke could lift him from the mat into a full-on bearhug! Luke squeezed his hands together, crushing Grant's lean waist. Grant felt pain in his lower back! Luke had his hands clamped together, digging his knuckles into the small of Grant's back just above his gray shorts.
Grant hung in the air, his breath leaving him. After a few seconds his feet were back on the mat. Luke released the bearhug and pushed Grant back, hard into the turnbuckle. Grant came charging out at Luke. Grant had recovered just in time to be sent flying back to the mat by a hard shoulder block from Luke! Grant landed hard onto his butt again.
Grant thought he heard a couple of snickers from the crowd so he got to his feet quickly. He had spent way too much time on his ass in this match. He brushed himself off and faced Luke. He crouched down and got ready to take this match a lot more seriously!
Grant charged at Luke, only to have Luke duck under him and drive a knee into his exposed gut. Grant stepped back. Luke lifted Grant's chin, bringing the wrestler back to vertical. Luke landed another series of chops, driving Grant into the ropes.
Luke flung Grant into the ropes. Grant, using his frustration, twisted the move, sending Luke in. Grant dropped his head to backdrop Luke hard. Luke saw the move and drove his foot upwards into Grant's chest.
Grant fell back, landing, again, on his seat. Luke grabbed his arm and locked on a high armbar, trying to work on Grant's shoulder. Grant grunted as he was pulled to his feet by the powerful arm lock.
Grant slapped his shoulder, trying to keep the blood flowing. He managed to push Luke into the ropes and send Luke across the ropes. Grant bounced off the opposite ropes and jumped up to deliver a flying drop kick. Again, he moved far too early and Luke was ready. Luke held onto the ropes and Grant crashed down to the mat hard.
Luke leapt onto Grant's back and locked him in a double hammerlock. Grant moaned as Luke held his wrists with one hand and landed chops to his biceps with the other. Grant squirmed but could not free himself. After Luke had delivered his shots, he released Grant.
Luke dragged Grant to his feet. He landed more shots to Grant's weakening torso. Grant was completely frustrated. Grant pushed Luke off him and danced around the ring like a boxer.
As Grant showboated, Luke stood his ground, letting Grant put on a show. Grant swung out blows, only to have Luke block and parry them all. It looked like a scene out of the Matrix ... one fighter firing blows, the other standing in place and blocking them all without effort.
Unfortunately the more frustrated Grant got, the more he forgot his fundamentals. From the back, Robert was shocked and appalled. Grant had forgotten everything they had practiced. He was too busy being the big man. Robert knew what would happen and figured it would be a good lesson for the blond wrestling wannabe.
Grant, upset that his chops had been blocked so easily, kicked out in frustration and anger. Luke caught Grant's foot in his hands. Grant tried to kick out with the other one, but Luke was ready. He pushed back and Grant toppled. Both his feet were in the air and he landed face first, crashing down hard. Grant hoisted his face off the mat with one hand and shook off the impact.
He heard the crowd laughing at his clumsiness. Now Grant was pissed. However before he could do anything, Luke grabbed a handful of blond hair and dragged him up. He pushed Grant back into the corner hard!
Luke reached for Grant's wrist. He pulled Grant out of the corner, ready to ship him into the opposite corner. As he did, Grant found the strength to reverse the move! Luke crashed into the opposite turnbuckle hard.
Grant flexed to show his dominance. He got ready to take charge of this match!
Grant flexed his biceps for the crowd, showing off his pulsing muscles. He kissed his right bicep and charged Luke! Grant had spent almost a minute flexing and posing. Luke had completely shaken off any impact from hitting the corner. He could not believe Grant thought the one whip into the corner would hurt him.
As Grant charged, Luke simply flipped himself up and over the top rope, leaving Grant to slide under him and deliver his shoulder block to the ring post!
Grant fell backwards, his shoulder aching. He heard the crowd cheering for Luke, some of them laughing at Grant. He had been stupid to show off and now was paying for it.
Luke hopped onto the top turnbuckle and launched himself at Grant. He caught Grant flush in the right shoulder, driving Grant back with the awesome flying shoulder!
Grant crashed onto the mat. His arched his hips into the air and clutched his right shoulder. Luke grabbed his arm and forced him to his feet. Luke spun Grant around and slid his own powerful arms under Grant's. He pulled his hands together and locked them in tight.Grant felt the full nelson cinched in. He flexed his shoulders and arms, pushing down hard but Luke's grip was unbreakable. Luke moved around the ring getting ready to finish the match. Luke was pissed at Grant's attempts at showboating at his expense. The crowd watched as Luke's back rippled and Grant's chiseled torso strained in the grip. When Luke fell back, dragging Grant down and he locked his legs around Grant's torso in a scissors move, they started cheering!
Grant felt as though his shoulder, which had been crunched by his impact with the ring post, would come apart but it was nothing compared to the feeling of his torso being squeezed in this boa-constrictor-like grip. He could not believe the hold was so painful! Luke shook back and forth, twisting Grant's aching body, increasing the pressure until Grant was forced to submit. Luke let go and left Grant lying on the mat, writhing in pain.
Luke pumped both fists in the air. It was his first win against a middleweight and it was a decisive one. His extra training was helping. Luke knew that Grant had made a lot of mistakes in the match but it was still his victory.
Grant refused to take Luke's hand, smacking it away hard. The crowd gasped. Grant realized what he had done. He said, "Look, buddy, thanks for the offer but I can get up on my own."
Luke nodded and stepped back. He could guess how Grant felt being the clown in their match. Grant was a major middleweight muscle stud. He was strong, smart and a football star. Luke knew that no one had probably ever laughed at Grant in his life. Until tonight.
Luke was right. Grant did not like being embarrassed in the ring and that was what had happened. He stood up, his face red. His debut singles match was not supposed to go this way. He was not mad at Luke; none of this was Luke's fault. Grant sucked up his pride and walked up to Luke. He extended his hand and congratulated Luke.
Grant then left the ring in a hurry. His arrogance had made him a laughingstock. He had thought one win meant something. Guys could act however they wanted if they won. But his posing and posturing in a decisive loss made him look the fool. Grant cursed his own carelessness and walked down the aisle. He knew he was better than his performance. He had beaten Stefan and more than held his own with Robert in sparring.
Grant turned and saw Luke, hands raised, parading in the ring. The bigger blond quarterback savored his win. Grant glared and swore that the next time he fought, that would be him. He didn't care who it was but Grant would wipe the mat with them and show everyone that he was not a blond muscle jobber.
THE END
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