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Texas College Championship Wrestling 32
Ryan (HW) versus Anton (HW)
Anton worked out alone in the deserted gym. The TCCW gym opened at 6am on Sundays and Anton was the only one to use the gym that early. He had to workout before Church, which started at 10:00am. Anton was okay with the peace and solitude, but he preferred the company of friends. Anton completed his workout quickly and headed to the lockers.
Anton finished showering and walked to the lockers to get dressed. He stopped and studied himself in the full-length mirror, taking measure of his body. He felt comfortable knowing that he was completely alone in the locker room.
At 23, Anton was already a rugged man, standing 5'11" and weighing in at a solid 203. He was not ripped, but had large pecs, bulging arms and strong legs. Anton was the star defensive back for a semi-pro team. Anton was fast and one of the strongest guys on the team. He was determined to avoid the corporate world for as long as possible, trying to make his way in football and wrestling. He hoped one of them would pan out soon.
Anton had played on the same team as Ryan, TCCW's super-heavyweight. But this year, the 24-year old Ryan was changing teams, heading over to play for their most hated rival. That was fine, but Anton knew that Ryan had taken his play book. That was treasonous.
Anton and the other guys were pissed at his betrayal. But word was the Coyotes were building their program back up, had offered cash in the pocket for the play book, and they had better access to scouts. Ryan was one of the top offensive linemen in the league. Time was running out to break into the NFL. Still, Ryan's old teammates did not take the news well.
Anton was completely alone in the changing room, so when the door opened with a loud bang, Anton turned to see who was charging in. He looked down the aisle. When he saw who it was, his eyes rolled. The guy saw and came strolling down the aisle.
"What was that for?" Ryan asked.
Anton said, "What was what for?"
Ryan said, "That face. You got a problem?"
Anton said, "Whatever. Look, one day soon, I'm going face you on the field. And I'm going to knock you on your ass, blow past you and put that new quarterback of yours out of action. And it'll be on your head, traitor."
Ryan smiled, "You wanna go at me? Why wait until we meet on the field? How 'bout we meet in the ring?"
Anton said, "The football field's better. You can't get your boys to take me out for you. On the field it'll be even odds and you can't call in your hit squad."
Ryan moved to slug Anton. Anton flinched and Ryan smirked at his show of fear. Ryan confidently said, "Oh, don't you worry about that, An-ton. My buddies wouldn't waste their time on you. Lucien, Trace and Kale got more important things to do than rough up a pretty boy like you. You got my word. Nothing illegal before or after. Even if you win. We leave you alone. Unless you're afraid?"
Anton said, "If that's the case, then you're on, big guy. If you can get it done, do it. Ryan, I'm gonna get you to swear that little promise about nothing happening before or EVER after the match, win or lose in front of a few guys. I think I need the insurance of witnesses."
Ryan said, "Arrange it. I mean it, An-ton. I can't wait to get you in the ring. You defensive guys talked pretty big last year about us being the weak link. Be nice to shove those words down your throat. I'm gonna make you beg for mercy, boy."
Anton replied, "You couldn't beat me on my worst day, much less get me to beg you for mercy."
Ryan said, "Really? Why not make this interesting then. A submission match. We'll see who begs first."
Anton was caught up in the moment. He agreed and they shook hands on it. Ryan smiled. Anton might be able to score a lucky pin but there is no way he could get Ryan to submit, never in a million years. Ryan smiled, looking forward to notching another win on his belt and getting closer to a match with Cody.
Anton knew that Ryan would need his new teammates to trust him so Anton invited a few of his buddies that played defense for the Coyotes to hear Ryan's pledge. Anton smiled as Ryan made his promise. If Ryan ever broke his word, he would be the pariah of his team and they would make sure no scout would touch him. No revenge in a small pro wrestling league was worth risking that.
Ryan had no problem getting matches on the card. Everyone wanted to see the giant in action.
THIS NEXT CONTEST IS A HEAVYWEIGHT MATCH, GOING ONE SUBMISSION WITH A THIRTY-MINUTE TIME LIMIT. THE PARTICIPANTS HAVE REQUESTED THIS BE A SUBMISSION MATCH; PINFALLS WILL NOT COUNT.
INTRODUCING FIRST, WEIGHING IN AT 203 POUNDS, WEARING THE GRAY SHORTS, HERE IS ANTON!
Anton trotted to the ring, happy to be in action. The crowd was hesitant, worried for the studly football star. Ryan's reputation for punishing his opponents was widely known and Anton had agreed to a submission match.
Anton was a good-looking stud with a solid body. He wore gray football-style shorts, which hugged his hips and upper thighs tightly. He had wide shoulders, square pectorals and a flat, but not rippled, stomach. He knew how to wrestle, having spent time on the wrestling team during the off-season for the past five years.
Anton did some deep knee bends, stretching in his tight shorts. He had done a lot of prep work. Anton had graduated with a 4.0 GPA, which would be a surprise to most of the fans, but he was a smart hunk. He knew what would NOT work on Ryan. He hoped he had figured out what would work.
AND INTRODUCING NEXT, WEIGHING IN AT 271 POUNDS, WEARING THE WHITE TRUNKS, HERE IS RYAN!
TCCW crowds always had a strong sense of justice. They anxiously waited to boo Ryan, leader of the four monsters who called themselves the Heavyweight Heels. They didn't have to wait long. Ryan arrogantly strolled down the aisle. The massive stud was huge, completely filled out from head to toe. He was not the best-built guy in TCCW but he was the biggest.
Ryan was wearing white football shorts and a red and white jersey, his new team's colors for away games. He felt like he was on the road, in front of a hostile crowd. Ryan knew how to block out their whining, booing voices. Ryan climbed into the ring, not showing any emotion or discomfort.
Anton ignored Ryan. He grabbed the top rope. He stretched back, stretching out his shoulders. He was very nervous. In order to win this match, Anton had to get Ryan to submit. Pinfalls did not count.
But Anton could not have cared less about winning. He just wanted to prove that he belonged in the same ring as any heavyweight in the league. He knew Ryan had the advantage, but Anton was going to give Ryan a battle. He was going to get Ryan ready for what he would face when Anton blitzed the line this season. That is where Anton would prove his superiority. Deep down, he somewhat regretted accepting this match. But what was done was done.
The ref brought the combatants together after checking their gear. He warned them about the rules, mainly to remind Ryan who forgot them whenever it suited him.
The wrestlers parted ways, neither offering their hand to the other. When the bell rang, both studs came out, charged up and ready to get it on.
Anton and Ryan moved in. Anton did not want to get into any kind of strength contest. He knew he would lose. Ryan could overpower anyone. But, Ryan had been training in wrestling for months, taking up the sport on a whim to destroy other kids. Anton had been wrestling for years. That was Anton's strength. And that is where he would have to look for victory.
Ryan, on the other hand, wanted to lock up and immediately overpower Anton. Ryan wanted this to be short and sweet. He knew Anton was no match for his power.
The wrestlers moved together. Ryan went for a lock up; Anton ducked under his arms. Ryan started to turn to face Anton. Anton grabbed Ryan around the waist from behind. He was barely able to lock his hands around Ryan's large waist. Showing his own strength, Anton hoisted, lifting Ryan off the mat and driving him down into the mat with a belly-back suplex. Anton moved beside Ryan and rolled him over.
Anton was doing everything fast. He had practiced like a Formula One pit crew. With friends as his wrestling dummies, he had practiced moving from move-to-move, using combinations and series to avoid having to think. Since very little could hurt Ryan, every second wasted was a potential loss.
With Ryan on his stomach, Anton put his knee into Ryan's back. He put all his weight in that small spot in the center of Ryan's lower back. Anton reached forward and clutched Ryan under the chin. He pulled back hard, keeping leverage on his side.
Anton bounced, trying to break down the muscle. He had a long-drawn out game plan in place, which was his only choice. Ryan was really strong. Anton's only option was to work one area at a time.
Ryan put his hands on the mat. He was unfazed by Anton's attack. He slid his knees under his torso and pushed up, lifting Anton into the air. Anton wobbled and fell off, unable to keep his balance.
Both wrestlers leapt to their feet immediately. Ryan looked no worse for wear. Anton had prepared for that so he was equally unfazed. Anton backed towards the corner. Ryan had shown a propensity to charge weaker opponents. True to form, Ryan charged! Anton bent down and ducked under Ryan's arms again. This time, instead of dodging, he grabbed Ryan around the thighs. Anton lifted and fell back, sending Ryan's face into the top turnbuckle! Ryan stood facing the corner, shaking out the cobwebs. Anton ran back and then charged!
Anton drove a knee into the center of Ryan's back, sending him into the corner. He then straddled Ryan and climbed to the ropes. From the top, Anton jumped off, holding Ryan's head and driving him flat onto the mat, planting him down by the back of his head!
Wasting no time, Anton grabbed Ryan's legs and flipped him for a Boston Crab! Ryan moaned, the first sounds from him during the match. Anton could not tell if it was pain or anger. He chose to think it was pain.
It was anger. Ryan was angry. Anton was not fighting him. He had avoided Ryan's powerful grip. Ryan felt men should battle face to face, but he was pissed that Anton was using what Ryan considered to be tricks! Ryan had no respect for "wrestling" he wanted to brawl!
Ryan gathered his wits. His anger was showing on his red face. He placed his hands on the mat and pushed up. Ryan easily broke the Boston Crab and sent Anton flying.
Ryan climbed to his feet and turned to face Anton who was waiting in the corner. Ryan beat his massive chest twice and said, "Enough games, tough guy. Come on and fight me like a man." Ryan raised his hands for a contest of strength.
Anton came forward and raised his own hands. The crowd gasped. Anton had been doing so well but they knew this was the biggest mistake he could make!
Anton raised his hands. He slid his hands into Ryan's. Ryan smirked at the punk's stupidity. Ryan had proven too many times that he was one of the strongest guys in TCCW.
They locked hands and Ryan immediately seized the advantage. Anton could not hold up Ryan's mighty arms. Ryan was not even trying and he felt Anton going down. A cruel smile crossed Ryan's face. He loved dominating his opponents. Another little wimp who thought he was a muscle stud dispatched.
Anton felt himself going down immediately. Instead of fighting with it, he went with it. He had trained for this. Anton stopped all pressure and dropped to one knee. Ryan was surprised by the lack of resistance and stumbled forward a little. It was enough.
Anton drove forward, using his years of football to leverage his larger opponent. Anton knew how to block and how to tackle. He drove forward and hoisted. Ryan released Anton's hands when he felt himself going into the air. Anton leapt up and dove down, twisting Ryan back, driving Ryan into the mat, back first with Anton on top of him. Anton thought, "Nice to finally do that and not get a fifteen yard penalty."
Ryan had never been lifted like this, his 271-pound frame was normally too much for anyone. But Anton, as a defensive back, was trained to move giant guys like Ryan. Everything Anton knew was oriented to lift and move big weight. Ryan was the perfect opponent for him to combine his football and wrestling abilities.
As he thought that, Anton flipped Ryan over onto his stomach. Anton dropped down, sending his elbow into the center of Ryan's lower back. Anton drove his knee into Ryan's back ten times before Ryan shook him off. When Ryan rose to his feet, Anton ran across the ring, driving his shoulder into Ryan's gut. Anton felt his shoulder give as he hit the brick wall but his momentum carried them forward. Ryan and Anton crashed into the corner turnbuckle!
Anton leapt to his feet and grabbed Ryan around the neck. He dropped down, bulldogging Ryan onto the mat. Anton waited for Ryan to sit up, then drove boots into the center of Ryan's back! Ryan cried out in pain for the first time. Anton finally felt like he was getting somewhere!
Anton forced Ryan up and quickly lifted the 271-pound monster into the air. The crowd gasped as Anton showed his tremendous strength. Ryan had not prepared for Anton to be so strong!
Seconds after he lifted Ryan, Anton dropped him down hard onto the mat! Ryan really felt it! Ryan was not used to being picked up and slammed. Anton heard Ryan grunt as he rubbed his back. Anton rolled Ryan over and sat on top of Ryan's lower back. Anton pulled Ryan's arms up and locked on a chin lock. He pulled back into a camel clutch! Any normal man would have been screaming for mercy but Ryan was more powerful than almost any other man in TCCW!
Ryan withstood the pressure! Anton kept the hold on for nearly two minutes! Still, no submission! Ryan felt his back cramping. He had to admit that he felt pain! That made him angry. He gritted his teeth and in one swift move, easily broke Anton's camel clutch! He stood up, throwing Anton's weight off him as though he were nothing!
Anton charged, only to be met by Ryan's hand around his throat! Anton beat on Ryan's forearm but he could not move it. Then Ryan did the unthinkable!
To prove he was the strongest guy around, Ryan actually lifted Anton into the air with one hand! The 203-pound stud dangled in the chokehold, helpless as Ryan choked the life from him with one hand!
Ryan held Anton aloft by the throat. He held the choke until the ref counted to five. Ryan had placed his hand on Anton's butt to keep him suspended. Now, Ryan simply dropped and drove forward! He slammed Anton into the mat on his back hard!
Anton felt the air leave his body! Ryan put his hand on Anton's chest. The ref did not count. Ryan said, "COUNT!"
The ref said, "Submission only, Ryan."
Ryan slapped the mat three times to emphasize that he would have won. Ryan was still red in the face, angry with Anton for not fighting him strength to strength. Ryan was all about strength contests.
Ryan stood up and flexed his powerful but not cut muscles. Anton was crawling up to his feet. He was on his hands and knees when Ryan returned. Ryan forced Anton up.
Anton drove a fist into Ryan's abs. The blow bounced off and Anton stumbled back to the corner clutching his hand. Ryan rubbed his belly and smirked. He hit himself hard in the stomach - Anton had no doubt Ryan had hit himself harder than Anton had hit him. Ryan then waved a finger in Anton's face.
"Stupid, boy. That's what you are. This is a stomach of steel, boy. You want to trade punches again?"
Anton shook his head. When Ryan came close enough, Anton drove his foot up. It connected hard with Ryan's wall of steel stomach. Again, Anton took the worst of it as he felt twinges of pain up his ankle. Ryan just smiled and charged forward.
He splashed Anton hard into the corner! The air left Anton's body. Ryan walked out of the corner and let Anton sink to his knees. Anton knelt in the corner as Ryan resumed his posing. The crowd was silent as Ryan flexed his hefty body. Ryan struck a series of poses for each side of the squared circle. Ryan said, "Why should only the pretty boys pose? This is real muscle! This is real power!" Anton's ineffectual punch and kick were all he needed to know that he was the hunk's master.
Ryan returned to the corner. He pulled Anton out and bodyslammed him to the mat. It was the hardest bodyslam Anton had ever felt in his life! Ryan flexed and posed over Anton. He bent down and slapped his face to revive him. Ryan was furious at Anton for not going down immediately, for extending this match. Now Ryan would extend it. He had no doubt he could get a submission whenever he wanted. But this loser would pay.
Everything Lucien, Trace and Kale had taught Ryan was about domination and humiliation. Unlike the guys who had wrestled their whole lives, Ryan, after only a few months of serious training, had not developed instincts. He had to think during his matches. His power and size were usually more than enough to carry him through. Ryan's anger at Anton was about to be his undoing.
From his knees, Anton stared at Ryan's back. Instead of acting rashly, Anton moved in and sized Ryan up. He measured Ryan and then did his thing. Within a blink of an eye, Ryan was off his feet and over Anton's shoulders.
The crowd was on their feet. Anton had racked Ryan! Anton was squatting 271-pounds! Ryan struggled but Anton would not release the hold! He pulled harder and harder. Ryan's back stretched more and more unnaturally as his was draped over Anton's shoulders.
Was this it? Was this match over?
Anton racked Ryan over his shoulders! Ryan had been up for over a minute now. The massive muscle man rested limply over Anton's shoulders. Anton pulled down hard, stretching the muscle stud out. The crowd was on their feet. They couldn't believe he had managed this. How could he hold him up?
Ryan, of course, resisted. Despite his size and power advantage, a weaker opponent could always win with better skills. Ryan's muscles had no leverage. His back had been systematically weakened. Anton's plan was coming to fruition!
Anton bounced, moved, twisted his torso all increasing the pressure on Ryan's back. Ryan refused to submit! Anton knew that Ryan would probably rather have his back broken than submit. But, he had worked on ways to make a rack too devastating for anyone to handle!
Anton walked to the corner. He positioned his back to the corner. He lifted his right foot onto the bottom turnbuckle. He moved his left to the second turnbuckle!
The crowd was cheering! Anton was going up. He stood with his feet on the middle rope on either side of the turnbuckle! He leapt off, landing below! The force of the landing went through him and straight into Ryan's back! Anton had had the 271-pound dead weight on his shoulders for minutes. For Anton, it was just like doing squats! And he was great at squats.
Anton climbed again. This time, Ryan broke out of his delirium and held onto the top rope. Anton felt the resistance but didn't care. Ryan didn't have time to exert any force before Anton leapt off again! The second devastating jarring on Ryan's back was enough!
The ref asked if he wanted to quit. Ryan screamed, "Stop, stop!" The ref signaled his submission. Anton dropped Ryan to the mat and raised his arms. The crowd went nuts! They cheered the giant killer! The monster slayer! In the back, guys heard of Anton's victory. Most were in shock.
The Heavyweight Heels were furious. Most of the other guys were ecstatic. Ryan was defeated? And by Anton? That just gave everyone else hope!
In the ring, Ryan was on his feet and he was furious. He screamed at the ref, "That wasn't a submission! That wasn't a submission!"
The ref replied nervously, "You asked for the match to stop. That is a submission. 'No' is not a submission. 'Stop' is a submission. It's in the rules."
Ryan looked like he might pound the ref, "I know the rules, old man. I don't care about the rules! Now reverse your decision!"
The ref refused. Ryan saw Anton walking down the aisle waving to the crowd. He narrowed his eyes and moved to the ropes ...
*****
Texas College Championship Wrestling 33
Rematch: Ryan (HW) versus Anton (HW)
Ryan ran to the ropes. He yelled, "Get back here, punk! I never submitted. You stole that match, you worthless piece of shit!"
Anton froze. He turned slowly and stared intensely at Ryan. Ryan stepped back and spread his arms wide. He said, "Come on, boy, bring it on! I should get a rematch, boy, and I'm demanding it. NOW!"
Anton started back slowly. He said, "You'll only get one rematch from me, big guy. Sure you want to waste it, here and now?"
Ryan said, "No way can you beat me twice. Not a chance in hell. I didn't even submit once. You just got lucky."
Anton nodded. He was going to love beating this massive bigmouth punk twice. With Ryan's damaged back, Anton figured this would be his best opportunity anyway.
It would also free him from the commitment of having to wreslte against Ryan again for awhile. Anton knew Ryan could not challenge him - he had made it clear what this was in front of 50 people and other wrestlers.
Anton said, "You agree that this is our one and only rematch?" Ryan nodded. Anton shrugged, "Sure, then let's get it on, boy." Anton raced to the ring.
The ref stopped him and Ryan from locking up. He put them in their corners. Anton raised his hands up and down to get the crowd going. They wanted to see this rematch.The ref reminded them of the rules. The bell rang and both studs came out fast!
The crowd was excited about seeing these heavyweight studs face off again. When the wrestlers faced off, Anton adopted the same strategy. Ryan, however, altered his. He thought Anton was a coward to use his hit-and-run techniques. The entire last match was a travesty to Ryan.
As soon as the bell rung, Ryan charged Anton. Anton was caught off guard. Ryan squashed Anton between the turnbuckle and his 271-pound body.
Ryan whispered in Anton's ear, "There'll be nowhere to run this time, punk."
For the first time, Anton felt like this second match was a mistake. He could have dodged Ryan, maybe waited for someone else to take him out. But he pushed those thoughts from his mind as soon as they entered. He was here, in the ring with the monster. He had better focus.
Ryan was feeling strong and confident again. Ryan felt his anger still hot. He had realized that lately his emotions had been strong. Now he decided to let them take over. Anton would feel his power and strength. Anton would NOT walk out of here as the winner.
Ryan stepped back, letting Anton sag in the ropes. Ryan grabbed the top ropes on either side of Anton. He used them to drive himself back into Anton, crushing him again. Ryan did that three more times, driving every bit of air from his opponent.
Ryan's gigantic chest slammed into Anton's smaller, softer pecs, crushing them. Ryan stepped back and watched Anton drop to his knees. With a satisfied smile, Ryan reached forward and pulled Anton to his feet.
Ryan reached between Anton's legs and lifted the semi-pro football star high. Ryan held Anton across his chest. Ryan positioned himself and then drove Anton into the mat! Ryan's bodyslam was like anyone else's powerslam. Anton felt pain throughout his strong, V-shaped back.
Ryan stomped on Anton's pecs then his abs. He laid the boots to him hard. Ryan wiped his brow and flicked his hand, spraying Anton's body with his sweat. Ryan walked back to the corner. He hopped to the top rope. Despite his size, he looked right at home.
Ryan leapt off the top rope, his elbow headed right for Anton's pecs. Anton managed to roll out of the way! Ryan crashed hard! Anton rolled all the way to the ropes and hoisted himself up. He looked at Ryan, expecting to see him writhing in pain on the mat.
Instead, Ryan got up to his feet as though nothing had happened. Ryan dusted himself off and pointed at Anton. "Smart move but it won't help you. I can't be beat, boy. Not by you, not by anyone."
It was at that moment that Anton wondered if Ryan was right. Maybe Ryan had really not submitted to him. Maybe Ryan was really just toying with him ...
The crowd was on their feet and would be on their feet until the match ended! This was too exciting to sit through. As Anton re-discovered Ryan's power and felt himself being thrown around like a rag doll, Ryan was only getting more confident and cocky. He had the defensive back well under control. His back still ached but he could fight through pain. He had physically trained his body and fought pain every day on the football field. He didn't need years of wrestling skills, all he needed was his iron will.
Ryan let Anton come to him. Ryan was in no hurry. He had been embarrassed by a submission. As much as he professed that he had not submitted, Ryan knew that he had. He could not have stayed in Anton's torture rack even one more second.
But that was Ryan's inner voices. Outwardly, he would deny it forever. Anton would never have the satisfaction of beating Ryan.
Anton approached cautiously. He wanted to lull Ryan into a collar-and-elbow, only to slide by him, launch a kick to the back and then a belly-to-back suplex. With that in mind, Anton made his move.
As Anton attempted to move past Ryan, Ryan was ready. Anton ducked his head under Ryan's arms and moved to Ryan's left. Ryan dropped his left arm, grabbing Anton on the way by. He had Anton around the waist. With unbelievable speed for such a big guy, he lifted Anton into the air and drove him down, driving Anton's chest into the mat followed by the rest of him. Ryan came down right on top of Anton!
Anton cried out in pain. Ryan sat up, happy to have used his opponent's trickery against him. That would teach him not to play games. Ryan forced Anton up. He placed one hand on Anton's chest and the other on his crotch. In one move, Ryan lifted Anton straight up, pressing the 203-pound man over his head as though he was nothing!
Anton looked down ... at seven feet up, he was at a loss what to do. Not that it mattered. Ryan paraded Anton around the ring, showing off his strength and mastery over the once-cocky stud, Anton.
Ryan walked to the center of the ring. He dropped Anton down, watching Anton fall front first on the mat. Ryan ran back and came off the rope. He leapt in the air and splashed Anton, flattening him like a pancake!
Ryan pulled Anton to his feet. He was far from done toying with Anton. Anton would be owed a rematch if they were one-and-one. Ryan wanted to make sure he didn't even think about asking for rematch!
Ryan wrapped his arm around Anton's neck while ducking under Anton's arm. He grabbed hold of Anton's gray football shorts. Ryan pulled hard on the tights, lifting Ryan into the air. He again held Anton aloft, letting the blood sink into his head, letting the stud think about how weak he was.
When Ryan felt like a break, he fell back, driving Anton's back into the mat. The suplex could have been it but pinfalls didn't count. Still, Ryan arrogantly counted, "One, two, three." Letting the crowd know that once again, he could have won the match. Despite Ryan's arrogance, everyone knew that Anton would not waste energy kicking out of pins. So truth be told, no one knew if Ryan would really have won the match or not.
Ryan forced Anton up, literally picking him up because Anton was too out of it to respond. Ryan tossed him back hard into the corner. Anton used the ropes to support himself wondering to himself how much more he could take and what he could do to regain momentum.
Ryan had Anton propped up in the corner. His trademark was power moves that involved his weight. When you had Ryan's kind of strength, every move was a potential power move. He was showing it again tonight. Let the wrestlers wrestle, Ryan could outpower them all. They might get some shots but they would never beat his strength.
The crowd was on their feet and would be on their feet until the match ended! Ryan had Anton propped up in the corner. His trademark was power moves. When you had Ryan's kind of strength, every move as a potential power move. He was showing it again tonight. Let the wrestlers wrestle, Ryan could outmuscle them all. They might get some shots but they would never beat his strength.
Ryan drove his fists into Anton's abs, softening them up nicely. They collapsed under his power and Anton was helpless just like every other wrestler he would ever face. Ryan knew that short of an unfair handicap match, no one would ever be able to handle him.
Ryan backed off. This time, Anton fell face first to the mat. His face his the canvas hard. Ryan was back to being his cocky self. Winning the match was his goal, he had accomplished it now he would teach TCCW a lesson again. He looked at Anton sprawled on the mat, writhing and trying to rise. Ryan knew he had proven his point.
Ryan pointed at the ref and said, "I told you I never submitted. Now this loser has to pay for your stupidity."
The ref was taken aback by the rage in Ryan's voice. Ryan went back to destroying the defensive football star. Anton was going to have the shortest career TCCW in the history of the league!
Ryan hoisted Anton up. He positioned him on the ropes and threw him across. Ryan sized the muscle stud up and got ready to take his head off with a massive clothesline.
Anton struggled through the daze. Ryan had set up right away, revealing his move. It was a careless mistake but that is what Ryan was. Anton managed to duck the clothesline that might have taken his head off and get in behind Ryan. Anton used the advantage to wrap his arms around Ryan's neck and head.
Anton had slapped on a sleeper. Ryan tried to pry Anton's arms from his neck but couldn't. Ryan couldn't reach around himself to elbow the football hunk. The mighty monster had his wits about him, though.
Ryan drove backwards, aiming for the corner. Anton slyly released the hold, sliding out from behind Ryan. Ryan crashed his own aching back into the turnbuckles hard. He winced. Anton stood beside him and delivered a huge gutbusting kick to the abs.
Anton did it again and again. He moved in front of Ryan. He placed his hands on either side of the ropes and drove forward with his shoulder. Anton repeated the move, until, for the first time, he felt give. Ryan was sitting on the middle turnbuckle, his body limply being driven back by the big shoulders.
Anton was a star on his football team. He knew how to tackle offensive linemen and how to deliver a shoulder. Anton dropped to one knee in front of Ryan. He shot his elbow into Ryan's gut, forcing the super-heavyweight to bend down. Anton grabbed his head and puleld Ryan down, rolling him onto his back.
Anton hopped quickly onto the middle rope and leapt off. He crashed down hard onto Ryan's heaving pecs. Anton used Ryan's momentary (he knew from personal experience that it was truly only momentary) confusion to roll him onto his stomach.
Anton straddled Ryan's back, getting ready to try his best finisher. He hoped it would be enough!
The heavyweights were soaked with sweat, as this marathon continued. They were both tired but you would never know by watching them. The crowd continued to cheer the action.
Anton sat on Ryan's back. He slid his arms under Ryan's and struggled to lock his hands around Ryan's big lats and thick shoulders. With force, Anton tightened his grip. He straddled Ryan, using the full nelson to rub Ryan's face into the mat.
Just when people thought the full nelson was Anton's finisher, Anton shocked them. He pulled up, forcing Ryan back. Anton sat back on the small of Ryan's back, pulling his torso into his own unique version of the camel clutch!
Ryan's massive torso was lifted, his back bent back as hard as Anton could manage. With the other back work, Ryan was helpless. But the giant of TCCW was no one to underestimate. He had incalculable strength. Anton knew this and pulled back as hard as he could. He had Anton leaned back. The crowd could see Ryan's chin forced to his chest. His lats and shoulders crunched in Anton's grip as his pecs throbbed with every failed attempt to break free. Ryan looked out. No way would he submit! Not again!
Ryan knew he was the better man and he tried to use that knowledge to break free. It didn't help. Ryan remained trapped, with no leverage, no power. For the first time in his life, Ryan felt helpless. He could not be forced to submit by one man. It simply could not be done. But it was being done. And it was being done for the second time in one evening.
Ryan fought hard, but every pull, every push, every twist to free himself just damaged him further. He had let his emotions rule him. Ryan struggled to stay strong but finally he had to admit the truth. He could not risk permanent injury for a lousy win! He said, "I GIVE! I GIVE!"
Anton released Ryan from the combination. Anton released Ryan from the combination full nelson/camel clutch. Ryan might have broken free from the regular camel clutch but not this one. The move was just too good.
Anton stood up. He let the ref raise his hand and then immediately left the ring. He saluted the crowd and went into the back.
In the ring, Ryan was in disbelief. He stood up with effort. Already he felt his strength returning. Anton would pay. Then Ryan remembered his promise. Anton would NOT pay. He swore under his breath.
Well, if Anton could not be made to pay, everyone else in the HW ranks would pay for this. Two losses in one night? Oh, they would all pay dearly.
Ryan knew he was not to blame for this. Anton had not fought him like a man. Not at all. Men fought using strength, not tricky moves that were called wrestling.
Ryan rolled under the bottom rope and marched to the back. He stormed to the back in a rage. The Heavyweight Heels had some action coming
THE END
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