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Texas College Championship Wrestling 40
Martin (MW Champion) versus Elton (MW)
THIS NEXT CONTEST IS A MIDDLEWEIGHT TITLE CONTEST, ONE SUBMISSION WITH NO TIME LIMIT. PINFALLS WILL NOT COUNT.
INTRODUCING FIRST, THE CHALLENGER, WEIGHING IN AT 187 POUNDS, WEARING THE BLACK SINGLET, HERE IS ELTON!
Elton walked slowly down the aisle. He had not wrestled for a while after a blistering start, but he had been practicing with Patrick, Daryl and Joey a lot. Elton saw his friends in the audience.
Elton smiled at them. He raised his hand and acknowledged them. He kept smiling, even though he wanted to grimace.
Elton sauntered up the steps and stepped through the ropes. He nodded, acknowledging the crowd. Elton was solid muscle, one of the hardest and best-built middleweights in the league. He had an intense glare rivaled only by Rick of the tag champs.
Elton stretched lightly in the ring, waiting for his opponent, trying to block all other thoughts out of his mind.
AND INTRODUCING NOW, THE MIDDLEWEIGHT CHAMPION, WEIGHING IN AT 170 POUNDS, WEARING THE BLACK TRUNKS, HERE IS MARTIN!
Martin came running out to a chorus of boos. He ignored them and jogged all the way to the ring. Although Martin had been tough and fought fairly in his last three matches, he was a member of the Posse, Kevin's gang of thugs. The crowd hated Kevin and his rotten gang of punks.
Philip had just won the lightweight belt, giving Kevin two belts again. The crowd hoped Elton could even the score and take Martin's belt.
From the back, Kevin watched in silent fury. It had not been that long since Martin's brutal match against Timon. Kevin believed champions should wait the full five weeks before defending and then choose weaker opponents.
Martin operated in the opposite way and Kevin was not big on independence. Elton was tough and he was rough, but so was Martin. His trim body was solid muscle with barely an ounce of fat on it. The other wrestlers envied his washboard stomach and powerful muscles.
Martin moved around the ring, slowly removing the championship belt for the crowd. He stripped the belt and stood in the ring wearing his black trunks and boots. He flexed for the crowd, the champion giving the crowd a good look at his cut, chiseled physique.
The ref called the wrestlers together and went over the rules. He made them shake and sent them to their corners.
Elton and Martin stared each other down waiting for the bell ...
When the bell sounded, the wrestlers came together, Elton approaching carefully and Martin dancing forward, bouncing on the balls of his feet. Both Elton and Martin were focused on the same thing - Martin's snake strike.
Martin could dish out punishment with blinding speed. It was his biggest advantage because it immediately threw his opponents off guard. Elton was no different. He hated to play into Martin's game, but he knew he would be an even bigger fool to ignore the danger in Martin's hands.
As the wrestlers closed in, Elton's eyes darted down to Martin's hands. Immediately Martin struck, bringing a boot upwards, aimed straight four the distracted Elton's abs, which rippled under the tight black singlet.
But Elton was not as distracted as Martin believed! He had feigned distraction to get Martin to strike. Elton caught Martin's foot and spun the champ around. Martin stumbled around and Elton charged in, moving under Martin's right arm and wrapping around his waist.
Elton lifted and fell back, driving Martin's shoulders into the mat hard! Martin crashed back in the suplex, hitting the mat with tremendous force. He clutched the back of his head in pain as Elton rolled over. Elton punched three hard fists into Martin's abs.
Martin grunted from the blows, which were the hardest he had felt. Even the heavyweight Jeff had not punched this hard.
Elton grabbed Martin's short hair and pulled him to his feet. Elton threw Martin into the ropes. As Martin came off, Elton practically took his head off with a devastating clothesline!
Martin crashed down again, his shoulders and head hitting hard once again! Elton started stomping Martin's shoulders, softening up the tough muscle that protected the joint. Elton's finisher was a full nelson and Martin knew it.
Martin rolled away, rolling right out of the ring to the floor. He stood gingerly. He heard the ref yelling, "Get back in the ring!"
Martin turned to remind the ref he had a ten-count. When he turned, Martin saw Elton flying through the air at him! Elton had climbed onto the ring apron. It was Elton that the ref had been yelling at, not Martin! Elton ignored the warning and dove forward and Martin!
Martin let out a small yell before the flying stud cross body blocked him to the floor! The 187-pound middleweight muscle challenger flattened Martin like a pancake!
The crowd around the ring were vocal with their approval. They were surprised to see Elton moving as slowly as Martin, but they knew the move was hard.
Martin lay on the floor sucking wind. Elton rolled off him and heard the ref at six. He knew he had to break the count. Elton rolled under the bottom rope and made the ref break the count. Elton hopped back out, approaching Martin carefully. He had not wanted to give Martin this rest, but he knew he would not win the belt with a double count out.
Martin had not moved since the cross body block. Elton leaned over him to pull him to his feet. Elton forced Martin up to his knees, then reached behind him, grabbing a handful of black trunks and bringing Martin all the way up.
As Elton moved to hurl Martin back into the ring, Martin struck. He shot a hard elbow into Elton's abs. Elton released his grip on Martin's trunks and staggered back. Martin stood rolled into the ring. Elton turned to get in and face the champ. As he did, he saw Martin's boots!
Martin had run back across the ring, coming off the ropes fast! Martin dropped and did a modified baseball slide, planting his big boots into Elton's heaving chest!
Elton was thrown back hard into the steel barricade that blocked crowd from ring! Elton was doubly devastated as the steel barricade had no give at all. Elton's chest was aching and now so was his back.
As Elton hung limply over the barricade trying to catch his wind, Martin shook out the cobwebs and landed a big boot to Elton's abs! Martin watched Elton drop to his knees. Martin was surprised to see Elton go down and was mindful of a sneak attack.
Martin moved in and threw out two fists, launching his quick strike. He felt the bulging pecs collapse under his punch. Martin was emboldened! He had thought Elton's torso was made of steel, but it felt more like Jello!
Martin grabbed Elton by the wrist and pulled him forward fast. Elton went flying into the ring apron, his abs bearing the full weight! Martin slid under the ropes to break the count and came back out.
Elton was hunched over, head on the ring apron, he was clutching his stomach, desperate not to lose his lunch! Martin grabbed the back of his neck and lifted his head up before slamming it down onto the ring apron!
Elton managed to absorb most of the blow with his arm, but he was dazed. Martin stood beside the bent over stud and lifted his boot, leveling five hard boots into Elton's softened midsection!
Elton was lifted off the ground with each one, until he finally collapsed in agony on the matted floor clutching his battered abs. Martin broke the count again, confident of his victory.
Martin rolled out and moved towards the helpless Elton. He began stomping Elton's pecs hard, breaking down the muscles. Elton could only moan and take the punishment.
Martin grinned as he knew the match was his ...
This was a surprising match for many in the crowd. It was out of character for Elton to be taken down by a few punches and kicks. Still, they knew he had come back against his other opponents and practically beaten Ryan if not for interference from the other heavyweight heels.
The crowd yelled encouragement. Martin yelled out, "Shut up! I'm the champ! He's done!"
Martin forced Elton to his feet and finally pushed him back into the ring. Elton rolled to the middle of the ring, trying to buy some recovery time. Martin hopped to the top rope. He lifted his arms and made a "V" for victory.
Martin leapt into the air and Elton rolled away! Martin's eyes went wide and he tried to block the impact. He managed to absorb some of the blow but he still hit hard!
Elton rolled to the corner and used the ropes to get to his feet. Elton turned and saw Martin rising. Elton knew that he was in serious trouble but he would not give up. His pecs and abs burned but he blocked the pain. When Martin reached his feet, Elton charged forward, flattening him with a clothesline.Martin slammed down hard. Elton went back to stomping Martin's shoulders. He had to stay focused on his attack and ignore his pain and anger.
Elton pulled Martin up to his feet and powered Martin back into the corner. He slammed the Champ in hard, knocking the wind from Martin. Elton drove forward, bringing his knee up into Martin's washboard torso.
Elton drove his knee up and in again, forcing the air to gush out of Martin's lungs. The ref was at five and Elton backed off. Martin straightened up. He knew at this point a big part of the match was mental. Martin acted as though the knees had done no damage. He would not give Elton any hope of a comeback.
In the audience, Elton's friends were watching concerned for their friend. Elton seemed to really be suffering from the blows to his torso. They were surprised, although Joey and Daryl both respected Martin's strength and speed, Elton should have been able to take the shots.
Elton moved in again. Martin charged out, aiming a clothesline at Elton's head! Elton saw the clumsy charge ducked under it, grabbing Martin's extended arm. Elton slid behind Martin and dragged him down in an arm bar!
Martin crashed down face first with Elton gripping his arm. Elton tightened the hold and bent Martin's arm back! The earlier shoulder punishment made this hold especially painful.
Martin groaned. He was in shock about how this match had turned around but blocked that from his mind. He felt his arm being torn from the socket and knew he better act fast or become an ex-Champ!
The crowd stomped their feet in support of their chosen stud, Elton. They were hoping Martin would submit to the arm bar, but the regulars knew Martin was far tougher than that.
Elton repositioned himself and dragged Martin to his feet, all the while twisting Martin's arm more and more. The pain was etched on Martin's face. The young Champ was slapping his shoulder to keep the blood flowing and all the time thinking of what to do next.
Elton lifted Martin's arm up high, increasing the pressure. As he did so, Martin was, of course, drawn closer to him. Martin used his free arm and drove his hand out into Elton's abs!
Elton's grip loosened as he doubled over in pain. Martin broke Elton's grip and lifted Elton up. Martin demonstrated his tremendous strength and bodyslammed him down to the mat.
Elton crashed down hard. Martin landed four boots to Elton's pecs. It was Elton's turn to moan. His aching pecs were covered by his singlet but Martin knew that they had to be red.
Martin smiled. He pulled Elton to his knees. Martin slapped Elton across the face to wake him up. The crowd gasped at Martin's arrogance. Elton seethed. Ignoring the pain inside him, he charged up from his knees, shoulder blocking Martin off his feet!
Martin staggered back. Elton charged forward. He hoisted Martin over his shoulder and lowered him. Martin's eyes went wide as he looked down at the mat. His arms were trapped in Elton's hug. Martin tried to kick his legs, but couldn't.
Elton dropped down, driving Martin's shoulder into his knee. Elton dropped Martin and moved off him. Martin struggled to his feet. Elton moved in behind him and locked on his full nelson finisher!
Martin moaned in pain as Elton tightened his finishing move. The Champ felt pain, but not overwhelming. He wondered how this move had finished a match. It was then that Elton started to shake Martin, the thing that made the move devastating.
As Martin swung back and forth he struggled to break free, but he could not. In the back, Kevin was ready to charge but Taylor said, "let him lose. It'll teach him a lesson. I'll get the belt right back for you, Kev."
Kevin smiled. Martin would be owed a rematch. Kevin would put Taylor into that match and teach Martin the mistake of independence. Kevin settled back and watched Martin swaying back and forth, the pain growing and growing exponentially.
In the ring, Martin was close to submitting. He could not believe the force on his shoulders. Martin pulled his torso forward and slammed back into Elton's ruined torso. Each time he did it, Elton's grip loosened. But it was not enough.
In desperation, Martin made a move to push Elton back into the corner. When he felt Elton stop swinging him and brace to be driven back, Martin pulled them forward!
Elton was staggered, his grip loosening. Martin kept going forward until he was in front of the corner. Martin lifted his legs, using Elton's tight grip for support. Martin then pushed back hard, toppling Elton!
Elton crashed back, landing on the mat hard. Worse still, Martin landed fully on top of him, his 170-pounds landing into his ruined pecs and abs! Elton fell limp, completely devastated by the impact! Ordinarily he could have withstood it, but after the punishment his body had taken today, it was too much.
Martin rolled off Elton, then turned and saw him down. Martin straddled Elton and raised his hands in the air. Elton had been tough but the softness of his abs and pecs were his undoing.
Martin said, "You really need to hit the gym, buddy. Your muscles look tough but mine are tough!"
Martin dropped his hands in his infamous claw that had defeated Noel and Timon ...
The crowd was yelling loudly for Elton. They had seen this submission move finish other wrestlers. Martin straddled Elton's trim waist. He knew he was perfectly positioned for his finisher. Martin opened his hands and stretched his fingers in preparation.
Elton had been tough but the softness of his abs and pecs were his undoing. Martin said, "You really need to hit the gym, buddy. Your muscles look tough but mine are tough!" Martin dropped his hands in his infamous claw that had defeated Noel and Timon.
Martin's fingers plunged into Elton's pecs. The middleweight champion buried them in. He leaned forward, driving most of his 170 pounds into Elton's battered chest muscles.
Elton squirmed and moaned, trying desperately to break free of the champ's grip. Under Martin's cruel hands, Elton's pecs were failing. The once-hard muscles were being reduced to mush as Martin's thin hands tore apart the gym-built slabs of beef.
Martin bounced his hips on Elton's abs sending waves of force through his arms and tearing Elton's thick, heaving pecs from his body. The crowd cheered for Elton to recover. The mighty middleweight was unable to do anything but writhe under the tremendous force.
Elton moaned and finally submitted. "I GIVE, I GIVE!" he shouted. Martin released the vice-like claw and stood over Elton. Elton's eyes opened and he looked at the young 19-year old Champion. Elton had been sure of victory, but Martin had torn him apart.
Martin waited and let the ref put the belt on him. Martin raised his arms, all the while straddling Elton and staring down at his fallen foe. Martin showed no signs that the abuse Elton had dished out had even phased him. Martin's shoulders were aching and his abs were cramping, but he would never reveal weakness of any kind.
Martin finally stepped over Elton. As he moved down the aisle, Martin saw Patrick, Daryl and Joey all watching, their mouths agape. Martin smirked at them. He had sent a message to all three of them and they had received it.
Martin was the Champ. It would take a Herculean effort to defeat him.
*****
In the back, Corwin and Drew walked up to the celebrating Posse. Kevin was wary, but he was surrounded by his friends. He confidently said, "What do you two want?"
Corwin said, "To congratulate Martin, of course. That was a great win. You really took it to Elton. Who knew his pecs and abs were his weak point."
Martin suspected by their tone that something was up. The smirks on the faces of former tag champs was too telling. Martin said, "Everyone has a weak point. I found Elton's. What's your point?"
Corwin and Drew just continued to smirk and the two walked off. Martin's face went white. He put down his Coke and charged across the hall. Kevin tried to stop him but couldn't. No one in TCCW could have stopped Martin at that point.
Kevin's Posse had been in the "home team" locker room, while Elton and friends were in the "visitor" locker room. Martin burst into the room and saw Elton, Daryl, Patrick and Joey all sitting around. Martin pointed accusingly at Elton. He said, "Did Corwin and Drew rough you up before our match?"
Daryl, Patrick and Joey were about to kick Martin and the Posse out of the room, but the question caught them off guard. They turned to Elton who said, "What difference does it make to you? You won."
Patrick knew it was true. "Elton! Why didn't you tell us?"
Martin interrupted, "Fuck this noise. I want you in a re-match. I don't take cheap wins."
Elton stood and said, "You can have a re-match anytime, Martin. But you owe some other guys a match too, including these two." Elton pointed at Daryl and Joey. "And, I have a score to settle first. Once I've dished out some payback, then you can have a re-match."
Martin was red with rage. He wanted to prove he was the best middleweight in TCCW. Beating Elton was a big part of that. Now, his victory was tainted. Martin said, "Tell you what ... you and me will settle that score. Then I get your ass back in the ring!"
Everyone gasped. Martin said, "Those pricks stole my victory from me. If I wanted you beaten before our match, I'd have gotten the Posse to do it. But I didn't. I wanted an honest win. Those little assholes stole my fucking win. So let's make them pay. I don't give a fuck what they call themselves now. Nobody fucks with me. You and me will crush Corwin and Drew."
Elton nodded, understanding how Martin felt. He walked up to Martin and shook his hand. Martin pointed at Daryl and Joey. He said, "Don't think this means you are off the hook. I'm going to kick every middleweight's ass in TCCW and if Elton wants to wait for rematch then one of yours can be next. Just keep yourself healthy 'cause I don't want any excuses from you after I whup your ass."
Daryl just nodded. Despite himself, he was impressed with Martin. But more than that, Daryl knew that he was owed a title shot and had been for a long time. He was glad to hear Martin wasn't going to avoid him as Frank had. Joey smiled, wondering if he should take the challenge or let Daryl have it. How could they decide?
Martin didn't care who he faced. He was still in a full-on rage. He charged out. His calendar was getting full but that only made him happier. Kevin was beside himself as Martin's independence was only growing. Kevin tried to talk to Martin but it was talking to a brick wall.
Back in the other room, Daryl and Joey talked about fighting Martin while Elton concentrated on partnering with the middleweight champ. He looked forward to giving Corwin and Drew a taste of justice.
THE END
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