Mindsweeper Monday: TCCW 30

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 30

Frank (MW) versus Luke (MW)

The blond wrestling star, Luke, sat with a few of his TCCW friends in the locker room. He was relaxing as had just finished a hard workout. Luke was riding high, having returned to TCCW triumphantly. He had destroyed Grant in a middleweight battle and was looking for more action. He and his friends were talking about TCCW.

Frank's recent defeat and loss of the middleweight title to his younger, lightweight brother was the topic of conversation. The guys with Luke were explaining how Frank lost and how Chaz got him worked over. For his part, Luke didn't care.

Luke said, "The guy lost to his "little" brother. A kid that's what, 100 pounds soaking wet? What a fucking loser. There's no excuse for that. No wonder he dodged defending the title for so long. Guy never deserved it in the first place."

"What was that?" A voice from behind Luke asked.

Luke turned around in his chair and saw Frank standing behind him. Frank's muscular arms were folded across his square chest and he did not looked pleased. Luke smirked and looked his old friend up and down.Frank and Luke had a past in TCCW. They had been friends, in fact Frank had recommended Luke join. In Luke's first match, he had faced his cousin, Will. Frank and Chaz had coerced Luke into squashing the young lightweight. Upon reflection, Luke blamed Frank for the strain in his once-close relationship with his cousin. Frank had also beaten Luke for a shot at the middleweight title belt against Jerred. Luke had been okay with that but Frank never gave he or Jerred a shot at a rematch. Frank talked big but Luke thought he was a jerk.

Luke stood up slowly. He had been the star quarterback of his high school team and a capable wrestler in high school, too. Since then, he had focused on wrestling when he failed to make the team in college. The training had paid off. Luke no longer feared anyone, especially not his old "buddy" Frank. Luke looked Frank square in the eye and said, "I said, you never deserved the title in the first place. And if you hadn't interrupted, you would have heard me say that you make promises and don't follow-through. Jerred's still waiting for that rematch, Frank; so am I. You would have heard me say that you are a gutless wimp and a fake."

Frank lunged at Luke but was restrained by the other guys in the room. Frank angrily shouted, "What the hell do you know? You beat your lightweight cousin and a rookie. You've done nothing in this league, Luke. I beat you in that three-way, fair and square! You've done nothing! I've been the Champ! You aren't fit to lick my boots."

Luke charged, but was restrained. He challenged, "Bring it on, Fran-cis, I'll kick your ass! You better stick to fighting lightweights! They beat you but the pain they inflict is nothing compared to what I could do to you! When I'm done with you we'll see who's licking whose boots!"

Frank said, "Next card, Luke, next card I'm going to kick your ass!"

Luke accepted happily. Bastian, who was restraining Frank, got an idea. He always liked to see guys make fools out of themselves. He said, "What about the second part of the challenge?"

Luke and Frank looked at Bastian, confused. Bastian said, "I think there was a boot licking talked about?" Bastian smirked as he instigated another round of trash talking. He liked Luke but didn't care who won, Bastian just liked to stir up shit.

Luke and Frank hesitated but, after being relentlessly and skillfully egged on by the troublemaking Bastian, they agreed. The loser would have to lick the boots of the winner in the middle of the ring in front of everyone. They wouldn't tell anyone about it, but they agreed in front of the other guys, making the deal a sure one. Neither would want to be seen as going back on their word.

THIS CONTEST IS A MIDDLEWEIGHT MATCH, GOING ONE FALL WITH A THIRTY-MINUTE TIME LIMIT. INTRODUCING FIRST, THE CHALLENGER, WEIGHING IN AT 178 POUNDS, WEARING THE RED TRUNKS, THE FORMER MIDDLEWEIGHT TITLEHOLDER, HERE IS FRANK!

From the back, Frank came flying out. Frank wore new red trunks. He had decided to change after his championship loss. His white trunks were his champion gear. His red trunks were his kick-ass gear. 

Frank was a big, blond, muscle hunk. He had a tight, hard body and was strong and capable. He had bested Kale, a powerful heavyweight before losing to his younger brother Chaz. Chaz had set him up to take the beating then take his title. Frank knew what Chaz had done but couldn't stay mad at his brother. Instead, Frank was going to take out his frustrations on Luke. Frank would show everyone that he was still the number one middleweight!

AND HIS OPPONENT, WEIGHING IN AT 183 POUNDS, WEARING THE BLACK SHORTS, HERE IS LUKE!

Like Frank, Luke came charging out of the back. On paper, this was a mismatch. Frank was the former champ and Luke had not beaten anyone except Grant, a guy with no experience. Despite Luke's tough talk, Frank HAD been cheated out of his jacket; his loss was not really a true indication of his talent. But Luke had taken some time off and had come back focused. His demolition of Grant was something he never could have done before.

Luke wore his football shorts - black and tight, with a white lace-up front. Luke and Frank were almost the same size, only five pounds separated them. Luke was a good-looking blond stud, the typical quarterback that girls loved. The females in the audience were torn, half liking Frank's tight hard muscles, half liking Luke's. The guys were equally divided as some respected the former champ's in-ring abilities while others liked Luke's.

Both Frank and Luke had killer pecs and a washboard stomach, but Frank's body was harder and tighter. Frank's body was sculpted, Luke's was not. Their dimensions were very similar - Luke's right bicep was slightly bigger than Frank's, due to his football training while his left was smaller than Frank's but not by much. Frank's chest and abs were cut and taut, more able to take a beating than Luke's. Luke's legs were stronger than Frank's. Frank knew to avoid them.

The ref brought the two wrestlers together and they shook hands, neither wanting to lose the favor of the crowd. The ref went over the rules. Neither he, nor the crowd, knew that this was now a bitter grudge match and that the loser would suffer terrible humiliation at the end.

Speaking of that humiliation, Frank wore tall, white pro-wrestling style boots on his wide, size-11 feet. They were white patent leather, polished to a shine. Luke wore similar boots in black on his size-13 feet. He had also polished his boots to a luster.

From the back, the others who had witnessed the bet were watching. All but one of them was worried for the loser. They each had their favorite and were hoping he would win.

The one guy who was not worried was Bastian. Bastian had a huge smile on his face, which only Tommy noticed but he knew better than to ask his trainer. Bastian was simply admiring his handiwork. In a few minutes, he would get to watch one of these musclehead morons get totally embarrassed. The originator of the "slave" match in TCCW had done it again.

The bell rang and the match got under way.

Frank and Luke wasted no time locking up. They were both eager to get it on, both looking forward to showing their supremacy. The two wrestlers knew this was the end. Both wrestlers knew there would not be a rematch. Once the loser licked the winner's boots, it was over. There was nothing else that could be gained from wrestling each other.

With the finality of the match in their minds, the wrestlers fought hard. Luke and Frank pushed against each other, their muscles straining. The veins in their arms, neck and legs popped out as blood flowed into their muscles, powering them against the force coming against them.

Luke won the first battle; he drove Frank back into the corner. The ref ordered a break. Luke complied. As he stepped off, Frank shot a fist into his abs. The blow deflected off Luke's abs but Luke still felt it. Luke drew back his fist but the ref settled them down.

Frank and Luke circled again. Again, Luke overpowered Frank into the corner. This time, Luke was much more cautious on the break. Despite Luke being on the look out for something, Frank still managed to get the edge. He used his greater experience to feint one way, then charge, sliding a knee under Luke's defenses into his abs. Frank spun Luke around, slammed him into the corner and pummeled two fists into Luke's abs.

The ref admonished Frank who put up his hands compliantly. Luke was winded and stared at Frank with hard eyes. Luke charged and Frank shot his forearm forward, ready to flatten the blond football star. Luke was ready! He blocked the shot and delivered a hard left. Frank staggered back. Luke followed up with an incredible right forearm and Frank crashed back to the mat. As Luke came to him, Frank whipped his legs to the side, tripping Luke, driving him into the mat.

Frank was up quickly, straddling Luke's back and placing him in a chin lock. Frank pulled back hard as Luke struggled under him. Frank released the chin lock after a minute and quickly grabbed Luke's left arm. Knowing it was the weaker arm, Frank knew it was more susceptible to punishment. He would weaken it, make Luke an one-armed wrestler and then take his time ruining the right arm before making Luke submit.

Frank pulled up hard on Luke's arm, sending waves of pain into Luke's shoulder and bicep. Frank drove his knee into the muscle, making Luke grunt with every shot. Luke scrambled to the side, dragging Frank with him. Luke clutched the bottom rope and the ref ordered Frank off. Luke stood slowly, shaking out his left arm.

Luke waited until Frank made the first move. Luke kicked out with his left foot but Frank caught it. Frank smiled as he contemplated what to do next. He waited too long. Luke leapt and swung his right leg up, smacking Frank's head flush with the side of his foot.

Frank sprawled down to the mat, dazed. Luke stomped at Frank's side, hammering him with heavy boots. Luke grabbed Frank's arm and held it in an armbar. He did not twist the armbar, only wanting it to control the former middleweight champ. Luke held Frank's head down with his knee and wedged Frank's arm under his own. With his free hand, Luke pounded on Frank's side. Frank let out cries of pain with each blow. The soft tissue was absorbing every shot! 

Luke pulled Frank up and whipped him into the corner front first! Frank stumbled back. Luke grabbed him by the wrist and lifted his arm up, exposing his side. Luke drove his knee into Frank's side. He drove twice more before Frank pushed him off and fell back to the corner.

Frank's side was hurting and so was Luke's left arm. The two wrestlers circled again. They had staked their turf and telegraphed their plans. Now it was a matter of who could finish the job.

Luke charged forward. Luke came forward with everything he had. The more experienced Frank saw the charge and pulled Luke over with an arm drag takedown!

Luke flew over Frank and slammed down hard. He cursed himself for a novice as Frank held onto his left arm with a tight armbar. Frank twisted Luke's arm, countering every counter Luke tried. Frank slammed his forearm into Luke's left shoulder.

He pushed Luke to the mat, using the football star's arm as a rudder to steer the compliant wrestler wherever he wanted. Luke tried to break free, but couldn't. In the meantime, Frank was landing knee after knee to the softening muscles on Luke's left side.

Frank pulled Luke up. He cinched in a hammerlock. As Luke tried to elbow Frank, Frank sent Luke hard into the corner, left shoulder first! Luke staggered back, only to be pushed in again. Luke was moaning with every shot, giving Frank great pleasure. Frank locked the hammerlock back on, ready to dish out more punishment!

Frank lifted Luke up and slammed him down, all the while maintaining the hammerlock. Luke felt his left arm quiver and quake. He could not take much more before his arm was useless! Frank marched forward towards the kneeling Luke.

A desperate Luke drove a fist into the side of Frank's abs. His earlier punishment made the blow powerful. Frank stumbled back, surprised and shocked at Luke's energy.

Luke ignored the pain and went to work on Frank's side, continuing to abuse his midsection. He picked Frank up in his arms, easily holding the former champ across his square chest. Luke stepped forward, delivering a modified backbreaker! Instead of slamming Frank's back across his knee, Luke opted to slam Frank's side onto his knee. Frank cried out as Luke repeated the move three more times. Luke pushed the moaning Frank onto the mat.

Frank lay on his stomach, writhing on the mat holding his side. Luke pulled his boot back and drove it forward, leveling kick after kick after kick into Frank's reddening and softening side. Frank rolled away; his midsection was aching. The ab abuse was wearing him down.

Luke picked Frank up and rolled Frank over his shoulder! Frank hung limply in the over-the-shoulder backbreaker. Luke held Frank firmly in place and tried to bend Frank in half! Frank tried to raise his feet but his abs were too weak. Instead, he swung his arm up and raked Luke across the eyes! Luke dropped Frank and staggered to the side.

Frank rolled under the bottom ropes and rested outside the ring. He looked back at Luke, whose vision had cleared. Luke decided that Frank's move was a desperate one. Luke smirked at Frank and flexed his muscles. Frank was not happy with how this match was going, not happy at all.

Luke did not want to give Frank even a moment to recuperate. He charged to the ropes, ready to pull Frank back in by his hair. Frank saw Luke and as Luke reached over the top rope, Frank grabbed his left arm and pulled down hard! Luke's armpit was dragged onto the top rope, stretched painfully as Frank hung on his wrist. Frank let go and Luke went flying back as the top rope snapped up. Luke grabbed his arm, feeling as though it had almost been ripped out of the socket!

Frank rolled back in, ready to take advantage. As he approached, Luke drove his knee up, letting everyone know that he was still in the match. Luke followed up with a fist into Frank's abs. Luke wrapped his arm around Frank's head and grabbed the side of his tight red trunks. Luke hoisted Frank up and fell back, driving Frank into the mat with a hard suplex!

As Frank suffered again on the mat, Luke ran back and hit the ropes. He used the momentum to gain speed as he leapt up and splashed down hard onto Frank's battered midsection!

Luke got a two-count but Frank kicked out before three. Luke lifted Frank up for another suplex. This time, instead of going back, Luke went forward, dropping Frank over the top rope. The air gushed out of Frank and he almost threw up as he hung on the top rope helplessly.

Luke dragged Frank off the top rope by the hair. He pulled Frank to his feet, then pushed him hard into the corner! Luke delivered another two knees into Frank's ruined abs. Luke knelt down and thrust his fist in deep! Frank cried out as Luke's fist tore through him! Luke grabbed Frank's wrist and pulled him out of the corner, whipping him across the mat.

Frank dug deep and found the strength to reverse the whip, sending Luke into the corner back first. Luke slammed hard. When he staggered out of the corner, Frank dropped Luke with a perfect drop kick, sending the football stud to the mat hard. Luke writhed on the mat as Frank's surprise move had winded him.

Frank dragged Luke to his feet. One good suplex deserved another, Frank reasoned. He locked Luke's head under his armpit and reached down. Frank grabbed a big handful of Luke's black shorts. He wrapped the shiny black fabric around his hand, securing his grip. Frank set himself then snapped back hard! Before Luke even knew what was happening, Frank had executed a snap suplex at blinding speed. Frank's supporters in the audience immediately cheered.

Frank kept his grip and rolled Luke up. Frank then hoisted for another suplex! This time, instead of the fast snap variety, Frank opted for a long drawn out punishment. Showing incredible control, Frank circled the ring with Luke held straight up. The blood rushed into Luke's head. Frank's ripped muscles throbbed as he held the blond football player in the air.

Frank started to lose his grip. He fell back, letting Luke collapse back to the mat! Frank twisted slightly; making sure Luke's left side took the brunt of the devastating maneuver.

Frank went for the cover, but Luke showed his own internal fortitude and kicked out at two. Frank grabbed a handful of short blond hair and pulled him to his feet.

Frank sent Luke into the ropes, ready to finish off the tough football player and make him lick his boots!

In the back, the wrestlers were still unsure who would win. Normally after this much action, it was clear. But this match was all about back and forth!

Frank waited for the weakened Luke to come off the ropes. Frank had his entire finishing combination planned out. Including the boot licking he was getting more excited about!

Of course, Luke did not know about Frank's combination plan. So, he did not follow Frank's fantasy plan. Instead of being hammered by Frank's mighty arm, Luke ducked under Frank's clothesline and stopped behind him. Before Frank could turn, Luke delivered a crushing kick to Frank's lower back. Frank cried out and was driven forward, right into the ropes. He bounced off, only to be caught in a vicious reverse bearhug. Luke's powerful arms wrapped around Frank's lean waist. Luke continued to attack Frank's midsection with relentless determination.

Frank struggled in the submission hold, his feet off the ground. He tried to drive an elbow back, but could not reach Luke's head. He hammered Luke's shoulders and arms, back Frank was fading fast. His legs kicked air. Frank looked like a little punk being squeezed by a man!

Frank looked down. He could see Luke's throbbing forearms locked just above the waistband of his red trunks. Frank reached down and tried to pry open Luke's steel grip. Frank grunted and groaned, his face showing the strain. Luke's face was buried in his back. Frank could feel Luke breathing hard.

Frank let out a roar and put all his energy into breaking the hold. The crowd was on their feet as Frank roared like an animal as he thrust his hands in between Luke's arms and his battered sides. Frank slid his hands down, sliding them in, Luke tried to hold tight but Frank was like a man possessed! The football player's weakened left arm was giving out. Frank's earlier moves had given him an opening. The former middleweight champ was not going to lose this match to this hick!

Frank had his hands inside the bearhug and in one fluid move, he broke free! Luke stumbled as Frank turned and pummeled Luke's heaving pecs with forearms, driving him to the ropes. Frank drove a knee into Luke's abs and whipped him off the ropes.

As Frank let go, Luke held onto Frank's wrist. Instead of crossing the ring, Luke pulled Frank to him. Luke deftly moved behind the former champ. Luke wrapped his big arms around Frank's neck, locking on a sleeper. Luke pulled back and the two studs dropped to the mat. Luke spread his powerful legs and wrapped them around Frank's beaten waist. Luke squeezed tightly on both sleeper and scissors!

Luke had the sleeper wrapped up around Frank's neck. His legs were squeezing the life from Frank, making it hard to breathe. Frank found it harder and harder to resist. His arms fell limply to the sides. Luke was putting him out. Frank did not want to believe it but it was true. He struggled to free himself but it was to no avail.

Luke saw Frank's limp arms and realized that he didn't want Frank to be unconscious. He arrogantly released the sleeper hold, confident that the former champ was done, overpowered by superior muscle. Luke switched his grip, sliding his arms under Frank's armpits. Frank was stirring but could not resist Luke in time. Within seconds, Luke had transferred Frank to a full nelson!

The crowd was on their feet cheering for their guy. The wrestlers in the back were debating whether this was in fact the end. Had Luke pulled off the big upset? Would the more accomplished, more ripped and more experienced Frank actually be the one who had to decide whether or not to follow through with the bet?

The crowd was roaring; half of them were cheering for Luke, half of them for Frank. Each blond stud had impressed everyone as the punishment had been dished out and absorbed.

Frank was held tightly in the combination full nelson/leg scissors. The sheer force was crushing his muscular mid-section. His gym-built muscles had been taken apart methodically. Luke had had a plan and done to his mid-section what Frank had attempted on Luke's arm. But Luke had secured his finisher first. Finally, Frank screamed his submission; unable to withstand the crush of Luke's mighty legs any longer. "I GIVE, I GIVE!"

Luke released Frank right away. He ran from side to side, screaming. He pumped his fists and flexed his muscles for the crowd. Luke posed, flexing his biceps and pecs for the admiring crowd. Everyone was shocked that Luke would be so excited. They didn't know about the stipulation yet.

Frank rolled to his side. His aching body screamed at him. He heard Luke going crazy around the ring. Frank rose up, only to hear Luke say behind him, "Stay on your knees, Frank-o, I'll be right there!"Frank knelt in the center of the ring. He couldn't believe he had lost to the football star. The ex-champ felt he had sunk lower than he could have dreamed. But what he felt was nothing compared to how he felt when he saw Luke's boots in front of him.Frank was staring at the mat when Luke's shiny black boots entered his field of vision. Luke swatted at Frank's head, slapping the ex-champ's head lightly. The audience was silent, wondering what was going on. Luke walked around the kneeling Frank, slapping his head. Luke called for the mic.

Luke announced to the assembled crowd the terms of their match. The crowd gasped. In the back, Bastian cheered. He loved it. Luke had won, making this match perfect. Luke moved back in front of Frank. Luke slid his right boot into the v-shaped space between Frank's legs.

Frank looked up Luke's powerful body, staring at the muscles that had bested his own. Their eyes met, Luke's eyes dancing with glee, Frank's eyes resigned. Frank knew better than to ask out of the deal. That would result in him owing Luke if he agreed or being humiliated by being denied. Frank waited, summoning his courage and strength. He knew he had to do it. He had to go through with it just as he would have made Luke do it. Frank never expected to lose. Now, faced with the reality, he hesitated.

Frank's face was bright red like his trunks as he looked again at the boot between his spread knees. His humiliation was increased as his own delusions were thrown back in is face. Frank had believed that he was still the number one middleweight. Chaz had beaten him through trickery. Frank knew that he could best any middleweight one-on-one.

Now that was proven to be untrue. Luke, not even a top middleweight, had beaten him in the ring. He had made Frank submit.

Frank's shoulders slumped and his body quaked as he bent forward. He gave Luke's right boot a quick lick. Luke pulled it back and slid the left one in its place. He said, "We said boots, with an 's', Frank old buddy."

Frank leaned forward and quickly licked the left boot, leaving a trace of saliva on the black patent leather. Luke tossed the mic away and left the ring, waving to the crowd. He looked back at Frank who was rising in the ring. Their eyes met and Luke gave Frank a cocky grin and mock-saluted. Luke turned his back on the ex-champ and went to the showers.

Frank stumbled back to the lockers, trying to avoid everyone. He saw Chaz. His little brother, the 18-year old middleweight champ, was wearing his belt. He had watched the match. Chaz had to face Martin later that night, but he wanted to see his big brother in action. Frank tried to speak to Chaz, to explain about the bet. Chaz had always admired Frank and tried to be just like him, but now he walked away, shaking his head from side to side in disgust.

THE END