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Texas College Championship Wrestling 31
Cort/Ron versus Carter/Rick
It was a few minutes before the Saturday card. Jeff and Sean met Jessie and Jack. They were going to watch the matches with their friends. Jessie and Jack were not wrestling, since Jack's arm was still aching from the abuse dished out by Carl and Ari. In theory, Carl and Ari could have been suspended because of their deliberate and relentless assault. Cody had been suspended earlier in the year for doing far less to Kale. But Jack didn't want that. His arm ached but he had taken the risk. It was a normal injury and he would accept it as a learning experience. Despite being ridiculed for his performance in the Battle Royal and as a tag team jobber, Jack's attitude had surprised and impressed a lot of the competitors.As they sat at the back of the arena, Jessie said, "There's a new tag team debuting, Jack overheard the challenge and saw them yesterday."
Jeff arched his eyebrows, "Really? Can't wait to see them. Who are they facing?"
Jack smiled, "Cort and Ron."Jeff let out a low whistle. "They like it rough, do they?"
Jack shrugged, "Don't think so. I overheard the challenge. Cort and Ron asked them if they had experience in TCCW wrestling. They said 'no, it would their first TCCW match.' Of course Cort and Ron jumped on the chance. Wish we could have. Might be nice to get the novices before anyone else."
Sean nodded, "So what're they like?"
Jack said, "Well, they were wearing big track suits but they were definitely middleweights. Average size. But they are real pretty boys. Probably soft, too. Girls'll like them but they're gonna get squashed, I bet. First match, pretty boys, against two sharks like Cort and Ron? They gave Corwin and Drew a tough time with their cheating."
Jeff and Sean frowned. Now they really wish they could have arranged a match with the mysterious pretty boys, too. Cort and Ron were going to get an easy win and improve their status.
When match time came, Jessie, Jack, Jeff and Sean were at the back of the arena ready to watch. They saw Carl, Ari, HB and Kane watching from across the arena, near the wrestler's entrance. They were trying for a good look. Other guys were watching, too.
THE NEXT MATCH IS A TAG TEAM CONTEST, ONE FALL WITH A THIRTY-MINUTE TIME LIMIT. INTRODUCING FIRST, THE CHALLENGERS, WEARING BLACK SHORTS, WEIGHING IN AT 322 POUNDS, HERE ARE CORT AND RON!
Unlike a lot of TCCW wrestlers, Cort and Ron were not in college. They were slackers, looking for places where they could get their thrills. They were extreme sports junkies. They loved everything extreme and had a lot of backyard wrestling experience from when they were teens. The punks loved to trash their opponents. When they had discovered TCCW, it seemed like the perfect place to find new victims.
Cort was the "muscle" of the pair. He was 5'7" and 157 pounds. He had nice pecs and a firm stomach. He had tattoos on his biceps and medium length brown hair. Cort was surprisingly strong for a little guy. Ron was also surprisingly tough. Ron was taller, 5'11", but only weighed 165 pounds. He was thin with very little definition. Neither punk washed before the match, wanting to emphasize their grunge, extreme roots.
The punks wore loose fitting black shorts that went below the knee. The shorts fell just below their boxers, showing off the waistband. When they arrived in the ring, they dropped their shorts and got ready to wrestle in their baggy plaid boxer-style trunks. They wore running shoes for footwear since they were forced to keep their Doc Marten's out of the ring.
The crowd booed them and hoped that the new team was a team worth watching ...
AND THEIR OPPONENTS MAKING THEIR TCCW DEBUT, WEIGHING IN AT 351 POUNDS, HERE ARE CARTER IN THE BEIGE TRUNKS AND RICK IN THE WHITE TRUNKS.
Carter and Rick came out of the back and stopped in front of the curtain. They looked around, seemingly in awe of the sight. TCCW had been a source of great matches and the audience had grown from just the odd friend to many people from the community. TCCW was now the premier local wrestling organization.
When Rick and Carter appeared, immediately, the crowd went crazy! Girls started whistling as they walked forward. The "pretty boys" were smirking, their dimples growing as they smiled.
From one corner of the arena, Corwin and Drew watched intently. They always liked to watch new teams. Corwin let out a low whistle as he saw the pretty boys. Drew simply nodded. They knew what each other was thinking. These studs were more like models than wrestlers. Corwin thought they were about to be destroyed. Drew said as much. Corwin shook his head and whispered with a sly grin, "That's a real shame, two guys like that getting messed up."
Rick was the older of the two, but was shorter at 5'10". He was 24, with a ripped body. He wore the briefest of white trunks - actually a speedo. The lace hung out the front. He had white wrestling boots that came halfway up his calf.Carter was 6'1" tall and wore beige trunks, the same brief proportions as Rick's. He had beige mid-calf boots on. His body was equally ripped, his leaner muscles were rock hard. The studs had a quiet confidence; they were unusually calm for rookies.
The young studs walked forward, stopping to pose for a couple of pictures from girls who had planned ahead, knowing Frank and Luke were wrestling. They were very happy they hadn't used up all their film.
On the way, Rick and Carter stopped along the aisle, shaking hands, getting propositioned by the bolder girls. Rick spoke to a couple, arranging a meeting with a couple that intrigued him. His voice was surprisingly rough. Rick had been in an accident and his voice box was damaged. He had recovered 100% but he now spoke like Clint Eastwood doing Dirty Harry - slow, deep and raspy, or like a man who had smoked for 60 years. One of the girls told him it was very sexy. He laughed shyly and moved on.
Eventually they reached the ring. The good-looking studs strolled in, taking their time. Cort and Ron were bouncing in the ring, anxious to put a hurt on the pretty boys. Their long walk down the aisle had only made them more anxious. Cort and Ron were going to hurt these two. They were going to put them right out of TCCW. Cort and Ron realized that they had no presence in TCCW. Destroying two newbie studs would get people talking. Cort and Ron were not a team to mess with!
The ref checked out their gear and let them separate. Cort and Carter were designated to start off for their teams. Carter tucked the lace for his trunks inside and bounced in his corner, stretching out the last minute kinks.
Cort and Ron worked out exactly how they were going to beat these hunks into the canvas. They expected an easy win over the pretty boys, but had prepared extensively just in case the studs have something. Cort and Ron would not waste time finding out. They only knew one way to go, and that was extreme.
The bell rang and the match was about to begin.
Carter and Cort locked up, with the crowd solidly cheering Carter's name. Carter kept focused and circled the ring. Cort maneuvered Carter back, lunging and pulling back. Carter eased away, trying to get a sense of Cort's plan. Cort was the muscle of his team. His grunge appearance, tattoos and general uncleanness made him more intimidating than his diminutive stature would suggest.
When Carter had his back to Ron, Cort charged. Carter instinctively back up and braced to lock up. Carter was too close to the corner and Ron reached over, grabbed his thick black hair and pulled hard. Carter fell back, hitting hard onto his back. His feet went up and Cort caught them.
Cort said smugly, "Welcome to TCCW, loser!"Cort immediately drove his foot between Carter's legs, stomping his rippling abs. Cort held Carter's legs apart and leapt into the air, headbutting Carter's lower abdominals hard.
Carter rolled to his side as Cort tagged Ron in. The young toughs had started out fast, the illegal hair pull giving them a fast advantage. Ron and Cort pulled Carter to his feet. They whipped him into the ropes and charged in for a double clothesline. Carter turned to bounce off the ropes. He heard Rick yell, "Seven B."
As Carter came off the rope, he ducked, knowing that the punks were going for a clothesline. He ran under the clothesline and extended both arms out. The "Seven B" code was a double clothesline and Carter countered it perfectly. Carter delivered two punches to Cort and Ron's abs! Their abs were softer than Carter's or Rick's and Cort and Ron bent over in pain. Carter turned and jumped into the air. He bulldogged both Cort and Ron to the mat hard!
The two punks writhed on the mat as Carter pulled Ron, the legal man, to his feet. Carter pushed Ron into a neutral corner and delivered two hard knees to his scrawny mid-section.
Ron was winded. The pretty boy had surprising power. Carter stepped back to charge Ron, when he felt two strong arms sliding under his. Cort was wrapping him in a full nelson. The ref had failed to clear the dazed Cort after the bulldog, instead following the action. Cort would not miss a double team opportunity, especially when his partner was being dominated.
Cort boldly said, "Say goodbye to that modeling career, boy!"
Cort clasped the full nelson on tightly and stepped to the side of Carter. He moved a foot in front of Carter and tripped him forward! The full nelson held Carter's arms back and the muscle hunk was unable to break his fall as the illegal man planted him face first into the canvas.
Cort sprang up and drove a foot down onto the writhing Carter. He screamed, "How'd ya like that?" Cort arrogantly opened his arms and looked at the crowd, laughing at the stud flat on the mat.
The young punk heel was feeling cocky as he taunted the bigger stud who lay helpless and dazed on the mat. The entire move had taken only seconds and the audience, which had been cheering loudly for their hero, started booing the heels dastardly move!
The momentum had shifted back to the heels as they began their destruction of Carter!
Cort sprang up and drove a foot down onto the writhing Carter. He screamed, "How'd ya like that?" The momentum had shifted back to the heels as they began their destruction of Carter!
The ref was pulling at Cort, trying to get him out of the ring. Cort said, "Yeah, yeah, I'm going." He planted a foot into the small of Carter's back and walked over him to get to his corner! The stunned Carter grunted in pain as the grunge punk bounced all his weight on one foot in the middle of his back.
Ron noticed Cort had the ref turned as he exited the ring. Ron had recovered sufficiently to lift Carter to his feet. Ron thrust an illegal chop to Carter's throat. Carter toppled forward and Ron drove a knee into Carter's taut abs.
To the screaming audience, Ron turned and yelled, "Ah, shut up! Get used to the abuse! You're gonna be seeing a lot more!"
Ron picked Carter up with great effort. Despite the struggle to hold Carter aloft, Ron shouted, "Anybody want a piece of meat?"
Ron had a big smile on his face as he carried the muscle stud to his corner and hung him upside down in the corner! Carter hung limply as his foot was locked under the top rope.
Ron walked over to Rick and made a swat at Rick's face, trying to entice him into the ring. He said, "When we're done with your boyfriend, we'll give you some of the same, boy."
Rick just stared hard but did not take the bait. However, the ref had followed Ron over. Behind him, Cort dropped to the floor and pulled on Carter's neck, stretching the stud out. Carter's head was pulled back under the bottom turnbuckle. His taut muscles strained against the horrible torture. Carter's amazing body was hung out on display as he struggled to free himself.
Ron shrugged as Rick ignored him. He turned and ran, doing a baseball slide right into Carter's bulging pecs as they were stretched back by Cort. The ref ordered Cort to release his grip on Carter's neck and get back on the apron. Cort complied and was tagged in immediately.
Cort and Ron stomped Carter's helpless body hard. The ref freed Carter from his predicament. Carter fell to the mat only to be pulled out of the corner and flipped onto his back. Cort bent over and pointed at Carter, "This is what happens to losers who get in the ring with us! We're the Extreme Team!"
Cort arrogantly covered Carter with one foot on his chest. Carter kicked out at one, surprising some. The big stud was tougher than people had thought. Cort smiled that Carter still had something left. He wanted to keep torturing the preppy hunk. He hated guys like Carter.
As far as Cort was concerned, he could punish Carter until 29 minutes had passed then worry about covering him. These pretty boys would learn a hard lesson about TCCW!
Cort lifted Carter to his feet and slammed him into the corner. He tagged Ron in again and the double-teaming resumed. Stomps and punches flew well past the five-count as the ref finally had to push the cheating punks away. When the ref finally got Cort out of the ring, Ron simply tagged him back in and another long five-count of punishment began. Carter slumped heavily; his taut cut torso covered in red welts.
Another tag was made. This time, as Ron entered, Cort forced Carter's head between his legs and wrapped his arms around Carter's waist. Cort lifted, ready to deliver a piledriver! Ron waited on the second ropes to put his weight into it.
As the punk lifted, Carter blocked the move and stood up. He flipped Cort over. Cort was so close to the corner that he crashed into Ron and the two punks crashed down hard in a heap.
Carter dropped to his knees and crawled forward to make the tag. Cort rolled from the ring as Ron grabbed Carter by the hair to prevent him from tagging. As much as Ron wanted to give Rick the same treatment, he was not done with pretty boy number one yet.
Ron said, "Oh no, you don't, boy, we'll beat on your boyfriend soon enough!"
Carter turned and, from his knees, slugged Ron hard in the gut. Ron fell forward and Carter grabbed him. Carter stood and lifted him into the air. The crowd cheered wildly! This pretty boy was tough!
Carter held Ron aloft, preparing to slam him and then make the tag. But with Cort and Ron, nothing was ever easy! Cort sneaked into the ring, sliding behind Carter. He hammered his forearm between Carter's legs. Carter dropped Ron and staggered towards his corner. Cort grabbed him by the back of his speedo, keeping him from the tag. The lycra stretched to the max but Carter was still too far from his corner.
Ron rose and dropped an elbow to the back of Carter's head, helping Cort control the stud. The ref was ordering Cort out of the ring, but he ignored him, holding Carter's arms behind him in a double hammerlock while Ron dished out three solid blows to Carter's lower abdominals.
Cort shouted, "Yeah, how'd ya like that, boy? Those abs feeling good?"
The ref threatened to disqualify them and that restored order. Cort didn't care about being disqualified but he and Ron had only begun to squash these wimps. They planned to reduce Carter to a slab of beef and then throw him to the corner to tag in Rick. Both wrestlers wanted to give Rick an even bigger dose of their extreme punishment.
The audience was really into this match. Cort and Ron had only begun to squash the pretty boys. They planned to reduce Carter to a quivering slab of beef and then throw him to the corner to tag in Rick. Both punks wanted to give Rick an even bigger dose of their extreme punishment.
Ron forced Carter into the corner. He blocked the ref's view and drove his knee into Carter's beige spandex-covered crotch. Carter whimpered as the blow hit low. Ron wrapped his thin long fingers around Carter's throat, choking him hard. Carter battered on Ron's forearms as the ref counted.
Ron taunted Carter, "Man, you're a wimp! What made you think you could wrestle, wimp?"
Ron released the choke and drove forward with yet another low blow! Carter fell forward, hands on his aching crotch, as he knelt in the corner trying to get his wind back. Ron reached down and grabbed a handful of Carter's silky black hair. He dragged Carter up and fired him into the enemy corner. Cort had positioned his boot perfectly and Carter's lower back connected hard!
Carter's lower back struck Cort's foot and the young hunk bent back, his arms falling limply over the top rope as his body arched back. Ron charged forward and hit him with a clothesline.
Carter slumped in the corner. Cort started pounding his back illegally as Carter sagged more and more. Everyone was surprised that Rick had done nothing about the double team other than looked irritated.
Cort and Ron were relentless with punishment and with trash talking. But Rick was impassive. In the stands, the other teams were either enjoying this or repulsed, but none were surprised. New teams just could not compete against cheating and Cort and Ron did nothing but cheat.
People behind Rick started yelling at him, trying to help the novice learn the ropes. They told him to help Carter, but he did not acknowledge their helpful advice. They were growing frustrated that he either did not hear them or did not understand.
In fact, Rick was ignoring them. He knew what Carter could take. Cort and Ron weren't that strong, so Rick had calculated that Carter could take more punishment than this. If their opponents had been 250-pound brawlers, he would have stepped in long ago and doled out some justice. Carter and Rick had wrestled together a long time. Rick would fight fire with fire, but he would not insult Carter by "saving" him, especially from little twerps like Cort and Ron.
Carter was hearing it from the now-cocky punks in the corner; the trash talk was relentless from the young punks. Carter was feeling every shot, every blow. Cort and Ron were both in the ring again, Cort still as the legal man. As Cort held Carter in a full nelson, Ron got ready to punish the pretty boy into submission.
Carter dug deep. His entire body was aching. He had long ago realized these punks were never going to play fair. Carter finally summoned the strength to respond. He kicked forward, driving his foot into Ron's soft abs. He snapped his arms down and broke Cort's full nelson.
Carter swiftly delivered a DDT to Cort and stepped over Ron towards his corner. As Carter staggered forward, Ron charged behind him. Rick grunted sharply, "Mule RIGHT!"
Carter instinctively thrust his right foot back and mule kicked. His kick connected flush into a shocked Cort who staggered back. Carter kept going and made the tag. Rick said, "Nice 'job' in there."
Carter slid through the ropes, "Yeah, yeah. Didn't know they'd be so sneaky. Just give me two minutes before you need me."
Rick said, "Two minutes it is." With that, Rick marched across the ring towards the young punks.
The crowd leapt to their feet as the action intensified. No one knew what to expect from Rick. He had a face made of stone. Ron threw a fist out and discovered he also had abs of stone. Ron grimaced. Rick opened his big hand and wrapped it around Ron's bald head like a basketball.
Rick drove Ron's face into his knee hard! The crowd gasped as Rick lifted the stunned Ron into his arms. Rick slammed Ron on top of Cort who was just rising from the DDT. Rick looked at the ref and said, "Anorexia-punk here is the illegal one, right? I'm supposed to be wrestling the midget?"
The ref smirked, despite himself. He said, "Yes." Rick nodded and reached down to pick up Ron. Ron fired out a fist, this time winding Rick. Ron pursued, despite the ref warning him off. Rick drove forward, surprising Ron. He planted his shoulder into Ron's lean gut and lifted him up. Cort was finally on his feet. He turned just in time to see Ron's back flying at him!
Rick slammed Ron into Cort, which in turn slammed Cort into the corner! Both heels coughed violently from the force. Rick rose and drove four stomps into Ron, each one sending him into Cort against the turnbuckle. Carter pounded the two punks for two minutes, driving his shoulder into both of them as they wailed in the corner. Rick looked back at Carter and said, "This is the illegal one, deal with him."
Carter nodded. Rick grabbed Ron's wrist and whipped him hard across the ring. Ron went sailing across the ring and slammed into the opposite turnbuckle. He felt Carter's bulging biceps wrap around his head. Carter tightened and locked on a sleeper!
Rick focused on Cort, knowing Carter could deal with Ron for the moment. Rick grabbed Cort by the throat and dragged him from the corner. He bent down and grabbed Cort's crotch. In one fluid move, he lifted Cort into the air, pressing him above his head! The 157-pound punk hovered 7 feet in the air, as Rick impressed everyone with his strength!
Rick quickly turned and nodded at Carter. Carter released the sleeper, which had almost put Ron out. The tall stud pushed a dazed Ron forward. Ron stumbled forward. He saw through hazy eyes Rick's picture perfect muscles, looking like an anatomy lesson as he held Cort aloft. Before Ron could react, He saw Rick toss Cort forward! Ron opened his mouth to scream, but was cut off as his partner crashed forward, cross body blocking him to the mat!
Cort groaned and tried to rise. He was helped to his feet by Rick, who moved in from behind. He locked his arm over Cort's throat. Cort was stretched back, feet on the mat and head under Rick's arm, face in Rick's armpit. Rick tagged Cort's wide-open pecs with three forearms then dropped him in a reverse DDT.
The extreme punk was writhing on the mat. Rick stood and grabbed Ron. Ron had not recovered from the sleeper much less the cross body block! Rick lifted the dead weight of the lanky thug and literally hurled hiim across the ring!
Ron landed hard on the far side of the ring, slamming down. His momentum carried him out, right onto the floor. Rick looked at Carter and said, "That was way more than two minutes. Ready yet?"
Carter smiled and nodded. He couldn't wait to get back into the ring and end this match.
At the back of the arena, the destruction was not going unnoticed by the gathered tag teams. No one had heard Rick's signals but it was very obvious Carter and Rick were no novices.
Since Carter had said he was ready to re-enter the match, Rick was going to set him up. Rick reached down and grabbed Cort under the thigh. He reached over the punk and held him under his lat. Rick lifted and held Cort parallel to the mat. It looked like the set up for a sidewalk slam. He moved to the corner and let Carter tag his shoulder. In one fluid move, Carter leapt to the top rope. He jumped off and came down, delivering a leg drop to Cort's chest as Rick dropped him down, driving his weight into Cort's abs.
The studs stood up and stomped relentlessly on Cort, giving him a taste of his own medicine. Rick was ordered out of the ring. Before he left, he and Carter lifted Cort to his feet. With an arm each, they threw Cort forward then back, driving the grunge punk into the corner hard!
Ron was back in the corner. He was dazed but had seen enough to know Cort was in big trouble. As Rick slid out of the ring, Ron entered, ready to kick some pretty boy ass again. The ref stopped him, pushing him back. With the ref distracted, Rick wrapped the tag rope around Cort's neck, choking the punk's lights out.
Carter, meanwhile, used Cort's pecs and abs as his own punching bag. He grabbed Cort's legs and lifted them over the middle rope on either side of the turnbuckle. Cort's arms hung limply over the top rope. With the tag rope noose around his neck, Cort wasn't going anywhere. The vicious assault only made Ron try harder to save his partner!
Carter launched huge kicks into Cort's battered torso. The punk was ailing, clearly groaning from the blows. His chest and abs were bright, screaming red! The little punk convulsed with every shot, every punch and every kick. The ref focussed on Ron for a long time, telling him that he had cheated through the entire match and it would no longer be tolerated. Ron's emotions had taken over and he argued, despite watching his partner be disassembled by two obvious experts.
In the span of minutes that Ron had argued, Carter had punched and kicked Cort into near unconsciousness. Rick's choke was merely for holding him, as neither "pretty boy" wanted to put his lights out. Finally Ron gave up and was out of the ring. When the ref turned back, Rick was standing away from Cort, who was still suspended in the ropes. Rick smiled shyly at the ref, letting him know that he had been a good guy and not interfered.
Carter grabbed two handfuls of Cort's hair and dragged the young punk from the corner. Cort screamed as he felt his scalp being ripped off! Cort fell face first to the mat. Carter picked Cort up and put him on the top turnbuckle. Cort sat dazed, unable to react. Carter hopped up and tagged Rick back in.
Rick raced to the neutral corner closest to him as Carter set Cort up. Carter lifted Cort into the air and delivered a Super-Plex that seemed to shake the arena. When Cort landed, Rick was already in the air! Their timing was perfect. Cort had no sooner slammed down from ten feet when Rick splashed him flat like a pancake.
Carter dropped a knee to Cort's head and backed out of the ring. As he did, he arrogantly spread his arms and smirked at the panicking Ron. Cort was the muscle of their team and he was destroyed in the ring. Ron could not believe it. He longed to get into the ring and rescue his partner. As he took a step, Carter took a step towards him. Ron wanted to save Cort but did not want to face a recovered and obviously angry Carter.
Rick did not pin Cort, much to everyone's surprise. The pretty boys had been double teamed, low blowed and trash talked. It wasn't time for the punk payback to end.
The audience was really into the match, cheering loudly. Rick tossed Cort around the ring like a ragdoll. He had Cort stomach down on the mat. Rick straddled Cort's thin waist and sat down. He pulled Cort up and locked on a camel clutch. Cort cried out, feeling the pain. Ron finally had to charge, the consequences be damned. If he was lucky, they would get disqualified and not suffer the humiliation of being pinned or made to submit.
Ron charged in and Carter leapt to the top rope. Before Ron had even come within two feet of Rick, Carter was flying at him. Carter nearly took Ron's unsuspecting head off as he delivered a flying clothesline that sent Ron to the canvas hard.
Carter tossed Ron into his corner. He pounded on the thin punk hard, getting retribution for his earlier abuse. Across the ring, Cort was submitting, crying out for mercy. Unfortunately, the ref was trying to get Ron and Carter out of the ring. The crowd was cheering and screaming, drowning out the cries. As well, Rick had slyly covered Cort's mouth, preventing the submission, even though screamed, from being heard by the ref.
Rick said, "Don't worry, punk, it'll all be over soon. I thought you liked it extreme? I thought you liked abuse?"
Cort had tears in his eyes as Rick finally released the hold, only he and Cort knowing the truth of the submission. Rick lifted the dead weight of the broken Cort by the back of his shorts and his hair. He effortlessly threw Cort into the corner. Rick whistled loudly and Carter whistled back with two short bursts.
Without even so much as a look at each other, Carter and Rick threw Cort and Ron from opposite corners. Even battered and near unconsciousness, the extreme punks were ready for this! They had trained for this until it was instinct! They avoided each other, locked arms and spun to charge Carter and Rick. Cort and Ron got ready to surprise the pretty boys with clotheslines!
Cort and Ron charged out of the spin only to come face-to-boot with two incredible super-kicks! Carter and Rick had never expected Cort and Ron to collide knowing NO tag team ever fell for that move any more. Instead, they set up a counter for the counter. When Cort and Ron emerged from the circle, they struck. They raised their legs and thrust out perfectly with devastating super-kicks to the jaws of their opponents!
Cort and Ron dropped to the mat immediately! Carter hopped over the top rope in his corner. Rick tagged him in. Now Carter, as the legal man, hoisted Cort over his shoulder. Cort hung limply, the super-kick having put him out. He said to Rick, pointing at Ron with his head, "Can you do something with that?"
Rick picked up a dazed Ron and grabbed his neck and the back of his shorts. Rick ran forward and threw him over the top rope! Ron crashed back to the floor below writhing in pain. Rick turned to the ref and said, "I'm on my way out. Don't worry, sir." Rick walked purposefully back to his corner and exited the ring.
The tag pretty boy dusted his hands like he had just thrown out the trash. He went out of the ring and waited to finish off the extreme punks.
The crowd sensed the end of this punishing, devastating match was coming to a close. The match had been going on for over 25 minutes. Carter and Rick realized it was time to end it.
Carter moved to the middle of the ring. Cort was still hanging limp on his shoulder. He leaned forward fast, dropping Cort hard onto the mat. The ref noticed Cort was not moving. He went to check Cort's wrist but Carter stopped him. "Sir, I'm going to tag now. Could you watch?" The stunned and disoriented ref nodded and turned and watched the tag. This match had just been one thing after another!
Rick jumped in and picked up Cort before the ref could check his arm. Rick placed Cort's head between his legs and carried him to the corner. Cort hung limply but was actually stirring. Carter leaned forward and tagged back in. Carter moved to the top rope. Rick flipped Cort into the air for a power bomb. When Cort was at the top of the move, Carter reached forward and grabbed his hair. Instead of sending Cort down, Rick moved back and Carter leapt off the top rope!
Cort went forward, driven into the mat in a super-bulldog! His body convulsed sharply. Carter rolled him over and put his hands on Cort's pecs. The ref counted, "One, two, three." He could have counted to 100; Cort was going nowhere.
The audience went wild as Carter and Rick saluted the crowd. The audience was appreciative of their superior tag skills and their unmatched good looks.
All around the arena, people were caught up in the emotion. The other tag teams were amazed and a little wary. Cort and Ron were not stars and their match against Corwin and Drew had come when they were weak, but this was total destruction at the end.
The pretty boys were obviously not novices, having worked together as well as any team they had seen. Everyone wondered where they had come from. And everyone made plans to prepare for the day when they faced the pretty boys.
Carter and Rick smiled for the crowd, stopping for pictures. The sweat-soaked pretty boys smiled broadly for their admirers. They looked at Cort and shook their heads. Rick and Carter knew that people underestimated them because of their looks. But these punks had been the dirtiest team they had seen in a while.
Cater and Rick felt good about having beaten them. Carter was still sore but would recover. He had taken worse beatings. Rick and Carter knew they would face more serious challenges now that they had dominated Cort and Ron. They had debated playing down their ability but decided it was better to get peoples' attention now and face opponents at their best. Rick and his cousin Carter were looking forward to the new challenges in this new town, including TCCW challenges.
The cousins, Carter and Rick, took their final bows and started out of the ring. They walked down the aisle towards Carl, Ari, HB and Kane.
As Carter and Rick walked out of the ring, Ron came back in. He bent over Cort, who was just waking up. Ron helped Cort to his feet. Ron said, "We're gonna get you for this! You assholes will pay!"
Carter and Rick froze. They turned and walked back into the ring.
As Carter and Rick re-entered the ring, Ron, holding Cort up, backed away but was quickly pinned on the ropes. Rick said, "What did you just say?" His raspy voice was deep and full of intimidation. Ron didn't want another beating.
Ron stammered out, "Nothing, I didn't say anything."
Carter and Rick looked at each other. Carter said, "I think he's lying. I think he called us assholes and said that he and his partner were going to get us." Rick simply nodded.
Ron dropped Cort, abandoning him to his fate and moved to exit the ring. From behind, Rick grabbed the waist of his shorts and dragged him into the ring. Ron spun around and drove a fist into Rick's washboard abs. The blow deflected as Rick flexed his abs.Rick drove his foot upwards and plunged it deep into Ron's abs. Ron bent over and Rick DDT'ed him to the mat. Rick lifted Ron's head and pointed his index finger into the dazed Ron's face. Rick's face was red as he said in a calm tone, "Don't you ever call us 'assholes' again. And don't you ever threaten us. We can and will break you two punks in half. Don't ever forget it." Rick held Ron until Ron nodded his agreement.
Carter smiled as his cousin scared the crap out of the tough guy Ron. The grunge punks had learned a lesson about not judging a book by its cover. The audience cheered Carter and Rick. Even though their intimidation was over the top, Ron and Cort had asked for it with their cheating ways and the threat. It was all seen as self-defense.
As Carter and Rick headed to the back, Carl and Ari blocked their way. HB and Kane stood to the side watching as their friends took the lead. Carl said, "What shit you two pulling? You said this was your first match. No way was that your first match."
Carter folded his arms across his chest and smirked. Rick did the talking in these situations. His raspy voice was like Clint Eastwood, it added authority to everything he said. Rick said slowly, without emotion, "We never said that was our first match. They asked if we had done any TCCW wrestling. We hadn't. If they had asked about any wrestling, we would have told them we were champs of another federation about 30 miles from here. And we would have told them stupid punks who Pearl Harbor us, low blow us and trash talk us do it once. Only once."
Carl sneered. He said in a cocky tone, "Well, assholes, you can get away with that trick once. Only once."
Ari, his 19-year old partner, chimed in with a "Yeah, assholes."
Rick blinked slowly and opened his eyes. He let out a deep breath. Rick kept staring at Carl but said to Carter, "What ... did they call us?"
Carter said in a resigned tone, "Assholes." In one fluid move, Rick and Carter drove their feet up into Carl and Ari's guts. They moved in and each locked on a front face lock. They drove down and DDT'ed the street punks to the ground. Carl and Ari were out cold on the floor.
Rick looked at HB and Kane and said slowly and calmly, "When these tough guys wake up, would you mind telling them they're on the next card against us."
HB shrugged and said "Sure." Kane simply nodded with a big smile on his face. The tag stars liked these newcomers. Rick smiled back and nodded politely, "Thank you, gentlemen. We will see you around."
Once they were gone, HB said, "I like their style. Right attitude. Might be nice to see them in a non-title with Corwin and Drew right before we face them again. Think they'd go for it?"
Kane looked at HB and nodded. Carl and Ari had been a disappointment in their match with Corwin and Drew, not softening up the OLD TCCW pretty boys nearly enough. However, the NEW TCCW pretty boys could be very useful friends for HB and Kane.
THE END
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