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Texas College Championship Wrestling 39
Martin (MW Champ) versus Timon (MW)
"What do you mean you’re wrestling Timon tonight?" Kevin asked Martin accusingly. Martin had just told him about the match and Kevin was less than pleased.
Martin said, "What’s hard to understand, Kev? He’s got a great record and deserves a shot. If he had been at Patrick’s house at the right time, he might have made it into the four-corners match instead of me."
Kevin was fuming, "I KNOW he has a great record. That's my point! I need you to take it easy until I get MY belt back. I don’t want to go from two belts to none in the span of a week! Geez, we haven’t even had time to rough him up. I don’t even know if I can get the Posse in place to get him in time."
Martin said, "That’s why I didn’t tell you, Kev. I don’t want you to fucking do anything. I want to go into the ring and beat Timon. Kev, look, we’re tight, but you’re not my dad or anything. Fuck, Kev, I’m 19, you’re 24. I think I can make up my own mind on this shit."
Kevin’s face turned red. He was the LEADER of the Posse. This was his last year as a competitor in TCCW. He wanted a legacy. He wanted to be remembered as the greatest lightweight in TCCW history AND as the greatest manager. Fuck Martin for messing with his legacy.
Martin said, "I won this belt against guys in top condition. I squashed a healthy Chaz. I beat Noel who was in great shape after I pinned Joey and, after I pinned Daryl, the biggest and toughest middleweight in TCCW. I decide who I fight and how I fight them. As long as I am Champ, my opponents are off-limits to the rest of the Posse."
Kevin stared with hard eyes at Martin. He didn’t like this challenge to his supremacy, but he couldn’t do much about it. He needed Martin as middleweight Champ. Kevin, though, was already developing contingency plans. Martin was not the only middleweight in the Posse. He might not even be the best middleweight in the Posse. Vinny was strong, but undisciplined. Taylor was rock hard and full of potential. If Martin continued to show too much independence, Kevin knew he could whip either of them into shape to take his place.
*****
THIS NEXT MATCH IS A MIDDLEWEIGHT TITLE MATCH. IT IS ONE SUBMISSION WITH NO TIME LIMIT. INTRODUCING FIRST,THE CHALLENGER, WEIGHING IN AT 163 POUNDS, HERE IS TIMON!
Timon came charging down the aisle, wearing his tight, small black Speedo. Timon had a hard, chiseled body, built through hours of hard training. He was a powerful man, but so were a lot of TCCW wrestlers. Timon also had a handsome face, which charmed the crowd, but more importantly, Timon had an impressive record, the best of the middleweights. Martin was right. The only thing that had kept him from fighting in the four-corner match was being in the wrong place and the wrong time.
Timon flexed his biceps and bulging pecs for the admiring crowd. He looked more pumped and harder than anyone had seen him before. Timon was focused on winning the belt. It would be the culmination of his efforts to learn wrestling and proof that his record was earned.
Timon was pleased that he had made it to the ring in one piece. Martin had promised him a fair fight between tough wrestlers and he had delivered. But Timon knew that Martin was dangerous enough in the ring.
AND HIS OPPONENT, THE TCCW MIDDLEWEIGHT CHAMPION, WEIGHING IN AT 170 POUNDS, WEARING THE BLACK TRUNKS, HERE IS MARTIN!
Martin had one of the most defined bodies in TCCW. He was all lean muscle without an ounce of fat on him. His lean muscles contained a shocking level of power, as his previous victims had discovered. Martin was 6 and 2 in TCCW, but his last two victories are what had impressed everyone. In the four-corner match, the top four middleweights had squared off. Martin had eliminated both Daryl and Joey before defeating Noel. He had withstood a tremendous assault in that match. Martin’s victory over Chaz was expected, but nonetheless impressive. Now, as middleweight champion, he was ready to face all comers. Timon was the first to challenge him,but Martin knew he would not be the last.
The ref made the wrestlers shake hands and then signaled the bell. The match was on.
Timon and Martin circled. Both were wary of making an early mistake. Timon had a lot to think about. Martin was legendary for his "snake strike." He had quick hands and the move was devastating. One shot could even penetrate Daryl’s muscle wall.
Martin was less worried about Timon, focusing instead on his own game plan. He knew the quickest way to a loss was to underestimate your opponent or let them disrupt your plan. Martin had embarrassingly lost to the pudgy Gabriel for that very reason.
Timon charged and Martin lunged. Timon ducked under Martin quick jab and seized Martin’s legs. Timon lifted and planted Martin onto the mat back first. Timon leapt forward while holding Martin’s ankles. He snapped Martin’s legs as he did. Martin reached for the back of his legs as Timon stomped his shoulder hard. Martin scrambled up, only to be tackled again. Timon flipped Martin onto his stomach. With surprising speed, Timon wrapped up Martin’s legs and pulled them forward.
Timon stretched Martin’s knees painfully. Martin pushed up, trying to break the hold, but Timon maneuvered around, sitting on Martin’s back. Timon pulled and lifted on Martin's overlapping ankles, pulling his lower body into the air as
he straddled Martin’s back and held it on the mat. The move was painful, both on Martin’s legs and now on his back. Martin reached out for the ropes, grabbing the bottom one with the tips of his fingers. The ref called for the break, but instead, Timon rose and pulled Martin by his legs to the middle of the ring. He resumed his sitting on Martin’s back, stretching him out hard. Martin grimaced in pain. Timon was in perfect position. Martin tried to hit him with elbows, but his blows were low and ineffective. The middleweight champ felt his knees and calves cramping. He focused and tried to counter.
In one swift move, Martin pushed down on his hands, raising his torso into the air. He pulled his knees in and down. Timon was shocked as he went up in the air, Martin doing a girl’s style push up with him on his back. The surprise worked for Martin as he pulled his legs down and in, Timon lost his grip on his ankles.
As Timon tried to maintain his grip, he flew forward, being rolled onto the mat behind Martin. Martin quickly did a handstand and came down, driving his knees in Timon’s gut! Timon grunted loudly as his abs absorbed the blow. Martin’s bony knees cut through the muscle as Martin roll back and rested all his weight on Timon’s midsection.
Timon rolled Martin off. He scrambled to his feet, only to be met with a big boot to his abs. Timon instinctively bent over. Martin drove him back into the corner, slamming his back into the turnbuckle. Martin pounded fists into Timon’s abs, turning them bright red from the fast-paced punishment.
The ref counted to five and Martin backed off. Timon was slumping a bit, glad that Martin had obeyed the five-count. Timon looked up and saw that he was not exactly right. Martin had backed off but only to charge again!
Martin was flying at him, shoulder down, aimed right at his tender abs. Timon looked up in time to see the move, but not in time to doing anything about it. He tightened his abs as best as he could but still, he felt pain. Timon grunted loudly and Martin grabbed the middle ropes on either side of Timon. Martin lunged forward,pulling his shoulder into Timon’s midsection, again and again. Timon was driven so hard that his butt almost rammed into the ringpost. Martin pulled Timon out of the corner, ready to inflict
more damage.
The crowd was yelling and screaming support for their guy, in a vain attempt to influence the match in Timon’s favor. The match had started out well for Timon, but Martin had now taken over, focusing on Timon’s abs. Martin pulled Timon from the corner and brought him to the middle of the ring. Martin grabbed Timon over his neck and between his legs. He lifted Timon up and dropped him across his outstretched knee! The gutbuster caused Timon to gag and taste bile as his abs were being systematically broken. Fortunately for Timon, he had strong abs or he would have submitted already!
Martin rolled Timon off his knee and leapt to the corner. Martin hopped to the top rope. He faced the crowd and made a "V" for victory sign with his arms. Martin then awed the crowd by doing a back flip, aiming right for Timon’s midsection with the gigantic splash!
As Martin came down, Timon rolled out of the way, leaving Martin to connect with nothing but mat! Martin slammed down hard. He had barely blocked his crash onto the mat with his hands and knees, taking most of the impact on his chest. Martin gasped for breath as Timon used the ropes to pull himself to his feet.
Timon slowly walked over to Martin. He grabbed an ankle and dragged the Champ across the mats towards the ropes. Timon put his boot behind Martin’s knee. He lifted and slammed his foot down, driving Martin’s knee into the mat hard. Martin’s whole body convulsed from the impact. Martin clutched his knee and flopped onto his back.
Timon draped Martin’s other leg over the bottom rope. He leapt up and stomped Martin’s knee hard! Martin cried out in pain. Timon hopped outside the ring, dropping to the floor below. He pulled Martin’s legs under the bottom rope. Martin lay on his back in the ring, his legs hanging outside the ring. Timon lifted Martin’s leg and pulled it down hard, stretching the knee and slamming the quad into the hard ring. Timon repeated the move, softening Martin up even further. Martin felt his legs cramping. As Timon went for another, Martin shot his legs out and sent Timon flying back into the barrier that separated crowd from ring. Timon crashed hard into the barrier and fell to his knees. Martin used the ropes to pull his legs back into the ring. He lifted himself up and walked in the ring, trying to get feeling back in his legs. He was upset about his failed splash, but tried to put it out of his mind.
Outside the ring, Timon was back up and ready to re-enter the ring. He slid under the ring and got to feet quickly, before Martin could charge. Timon knew he had hurt Martin’s legs. All he needed to do was get him in position and he would be Champ.
As the wrestlers circled again, Timon watched Martin’s hands. He deliberately avoided Martin’s legs, hoping Martin would take the bait. Martin watched Timon carefully. When they got close enough, Martin launched a boot at Timon’s abs. Timon was ready, having suckered Martin in. Timon grabbed Martin’s foot and pulled hard! Timon dropped to his knees and forced Martin over top. Martin was dragged over Timon in a hip toss move, only it was his leg, not his arm that was the lever. Martin screamed out as he felt his leg get twisted and yanked hard. Martin slammed over Timon, landing on his back.
Timon held Martin’s leg aloft and landed three hard stomps to the back of his leg. He then leapt up and drove an elbow into the inside of Martin’s leg, causing Martin to cry out again. Timon got up. He figured Martin was ready and decided to try his new finisher. As Martin writhed in pain, clutching his leg, Timon got ready.
The crowd sensed the end of the match was near. They rose to their feet to watch as Martin lay on the mat, Timon towering over him. Timon stepped through Martin’s legs and twisted his left leg around. Timon was setting him up for the figure four leglock, a classic and truly devastating move! Timon bent forward to seize Martin’s right leg.
Martin gathered his strength and fought through the pain. As Timon leaned over, he leaned too far and Martin used his quick "snake strike" to drive his hand right into Timon’s throat! Timon staggered back hard. Martin clutched the ropes and hauled himself up. If Martin was anything, it was determined. Timon was a tough customer. Martin looked at Timon who was back up and looking at him. Martin saw that Timon’s abs were still red from the earlier assault. It gave him strength.
The two young gladiators stared at each other, neither wrestler even blinking for fear that would be when the opponent would strike. Timon charged forward, confident in his superiority thus far in the match. But Martin, like the snake that he was, was at his most dangerous when cornered.
Timon charged forward only to be repelled by Martin’s quick fist. Martin drove out and pounded Timon’s chest. As Timon reached up in reaction, Martin slid underneath and hammered his aching abs! The blow sent Timon down to the mat hard.
Martin was on top of his opponent fast. He knew that he needed to work Timon over and work him over hard. Martin straddled Timon’s chest, his shins pinning Timon’s arms. Martin unleashed a flurry of fists into Timon’s abs. Timon could
only see Martin’s powerful v-shaped back as his abs were torn to shreds. Martin continued to soften the belly as Timon writhed under him helplessly. Timon was so close to submitting that his adrenaline raced. With one swift movement,
he threw his legs back, a move that felt like he had ruptured his abs! Timon’s legs snapped up and wrapped around Martin, pulling him down and off Timon. Timon rolled over, trying to catch his breath.
Martin was up immediately and laid the boots to Timon. Every boot sent waves of pain through both wrestlers as
Martin’s aching legs reacted to the impact. But Martin was not going to lose the advantage again. He dragged Timon up.
Martin wrapped his arm around Timon’s neck. He grabbed the side of Timon’s Speedo, wrapping the thin strap of Lycra into his fist for extra leverage. Martin lifted into the air, snapping Timon over for a hard, fast suplex!
Timon moaned as he crashed down. Martin rolled them over and pulled the stunned Timon to his feet. Martin dipped and pulled again, snapping Timon over for a second time! This suplex, on top of the previous one, received a bigger grunt of
pain from Timon. Again, Martin rolled over and pulled Timon up. He kept his tight grip and refused to release Timon. Martin hoisted Timon up for a third suplex. Instead of snapping Timon over, he held the muscle stud aloft like his weight was nothing, showing how much power was truly contained within his lean sculpted musculature.
Instead of falling back, Martin pulled Timon forward, not satisfied to let gravity inflict all the pain. With Martin accelerating him, Timon crashed hard into the mat, his abs, chest and face slamming down hard onto the canvas. Timon’s big muscle body bounced two feet into the air from the impact, then crashed downwards again. Martin wasted no time in following up. He kicked Timon to his back.
Martin dropped his elbow onto Timon’s ravaged stomach. Timon wailed in pain. Martin stood up and got ready to do it again. Timon whipped his legs to the side, crashing them into Martin’s hurting legs, toppling the middleweight champ to the canvas.
As Martin struggled to his feet, Timon clipped Martin’s legs out from under him. Martin toppled down, with stinging sensations ravaging his body. Timon leapt up and wrapped his legs in Martin’s again!
The submission move had been applied this time, and most knew that it was a painful move. Timon locked on the figure-four leglock. Martin thrashed on the mat. His knees felt like they were being torn apart. Timon cranked hard, trying to garner the submission. Martin’s lean muscled body was drenched in sweat as he felt the pain shooting through his body. Martin’s body quaked and shook from the intense pain. Martin flailed in desperation, trying to find the ropes.
Martin’s long arms stretched but he was in the middle of the ring. He tried to pull his way to the ropes, but he had not the strength to drag himself and Timon – 350 pounds of deadweight – the four feet he needed. Timon sat up and looked at Martin. He saw Martin’s pain and anguish and knew that he was close to victory. The crowd was cheering loudly for Timon.
Martin continued to resist, but his body was getting limp. He lay on the canvas, his face etched with frustration and helplessness. The one saving grace was that he could not be pinned. His shoulders had been on the mat for almost two minutes as Timon pulled on his legs. Timon fell back, sending another jolt through Martin. Timon did it again and again, continuing to bounce up and down. Martin’s struggles stopped. He was no longer screaming and no longer writhing. The ref lifted Martin’s arm and let it drop. He signaled, "ONE!" Martin’s arm was raised again and the ref signaled, "TWO!" Timon sat up, anxious to watch Martin’s hand drop for the third time. As the ref let go, Martin’s eyes opened. He knew Timon was sitting up and out of instinct, Martin rose! Martin’s snake strike was primed. The ref let go of his hand and Martin swung it forward!
Timon could not react as Martin moved inhumanly fast. Martin sat up and his hand came forward, wrapping tightly around Timon’s face! Martin’s claw had defeated Noel and Chaz. Could it defeat Timon? Timon tried to pull away, but the figure four had trapped him as well as it had trapped Martin! Timon thrashed at Martin’s forearm, trying to break the steel grip. The crowd was glued to the match, the arena eerily silent. The crowd, which had been so boisterous, was now quieter than Church. The audience members in the back swore they could actually hear the incredible muscle man's heavy and rapid breathing.
Martin took his free hand and pushed Timon’s legs off his ankle, loosening the figure four. Timon couldn’t move in time to block him. With the figure four broken, Martin charged forward, crawling atop Timon, his hand still clamped on his face like an octopus in a horror movie. Timon writhed under him. He refused to submit and Martin felt him breaking the hold.
Martin tried to rise but couldn’t support his own weight. Martin fell to the side of Timon and used his free hand to clamp onto Timon’s abs! The early damage had made the claw easy. Martin’s hand sunk deep. Martin knelt over Timon’s prone body; one hand clamped over his face and the other clamped inside his stomach. Timon’s sweat-covered body glistened under the arena lights as the pain overtook his resistance.
With pain in voice, Timon screamed his submission, his head aching and his once hard eight-pack was now quivering with pain. Martin’s claw had claimed another victim.
Martin stood gingerly. As he tried to get his feet under him, he fell back against the ropes. Timon had been a tough customer. Martin had almost been out. But he had won. Martin smiled for the crowd. There were boos, but the cheers outweighed them substantially. Martin had now fought many matches in TCCW. They had all been hard fought and all deserving wins.
Martin put his belt on and went to the back. He knew he had pushed Kevin before the match, but hoped that this win proved his point. Martin resolved to make amends with Kevin after he celebrated his victory with his friends in the Posse.
THE END
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