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Texas College Championship Wrestling 42
Martin (MW Champ) versus Elton (MW)
Martin walked into the locker room alone. He put down his back and stretched. It was still early and the locker room was empty. Martin was unpacking his workout stuff when he saw two shadows at the end of the lockers. Martin looked up and saw Corwin and Drew. Martin folded his arms across his chest, trying to look confident. He had been expecting something. Corwin and Drew looked smug and intimidating. They knew that the rest of the Posse was not around.
Martin was only 19. Despite his tremendous self-confidence, he knew this could be trouble and was nervous. He looked into his bag and loudly said, "Vinny."
Corwin and Drew turned around. They saw no one. Drew smiled and said, "Who the hell are you talking to? Vinny isn't here."
Martin said loudly, "I thought I saw him, Corwin and Drew. He does hang out in the TCCW locker room, you know. But I guess it is just the three of us alone here in the TCCW locker room."
Drew walked a little more towards Martin. Martin was acting strangely ... talking strangely ... Drew wondered what was up. Corwin followed behind his partner. The lockers dead-ended so Martin was trapped. Drew said, "I guess you know what we did to your "Bad Boys."
Martin said, "Yeah, I know."
Drew said, "We also know that you and Elton had a little help to beat us. That was pretty slick."
Martin shrugged and said, "Yeah, I know that, too."
SLAM! Drew pushed Martin back into the lockers. Drew said, "Watch your tone, punk. You and Elton think you're pretty smart, don't you?" Drew and Corwin stared at Martin for a full minute waiting for an answer. None was forthcoming.
The Outlaws were moderately surprised at Martin's confidence, not knowing it was partially an act. Drew said, "Guess what Martin, you get a rematch. You and Elton."
"And if I refuse?"
"Then we have a rematch right here, right now."
Martin said, "Can I think about it for a minute?"
SLAM! Drew pushed him back into the lockers and slugged him in the gut. Martin's incredible eight-pack held and he looked at Drew with fury in his eyes. He wondered how much longer he would need to stall.
BOOM! Drew and Corwin turned as the locker room door slammed open! In came Vinny, Jed and Luke. Martin smirked and reached out, grabbing Drew's head. Martin turned Drew's gaze from the three studs at the end of the lockers back to him.
Martin said, "Sorry, Drew, but I'm the middleweight champ. I KNOW it's been a LONG time since you two were champs of anything, but maybe you'll understand that I have a full schedule. So any rematch will have to wait, sport."
Martin picked up his bag and walked between Corwin and Drew confidently. Corwin and Drew were sizing up their odds and they chose not to attack. There would be other opportunities.
Drew said, "How did you guys know?"
Martin turned and reached into his bag. He pulled out a small Nokia cell phone. Martin said, "Voice dialing's a cool thing, isn't it? I'll have to thank Mom and Dad for giving me the best. See ya, chumps."
The four Posse members walked out. Martin thanked his allies. He realized his days of working out alone were over. As the Posse left, they heard The Outlaws slam the locker doors. Martin smiled and dialed Elton to warn him of the impending danger ...
The next week passed without incident for both Elton and Martin. The two men's friendship had turned out to be temporary and they had had no contact for days.
Elton missed having Daryl around, they had become great friends. In fact, Daryl had ended up being Elton's best friend in TCCW, even more so than Patrick, who was more like a little brother. Patrick and Joey were really close and Elton felt like a third wheel.
Before Daryl left, he got Elton together with two of his other friends, Bryan and Stephen. Now the five of them, Elton, Patrick, Joey, Stephen and Bryan, were training a lot together. They refused to leave Elton alone, knowing that The Outlaws were prowling.
Saturday rolled around and it was time for the big rematch. Everyone was excited to see Martin and Elton go at it again. The announcer grabbed the microphone and started his introductions.
THIS CONTEST IS FOR THE MIDDLEWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP! IT IS ONE SUBMISSION WITH NO TIME LIMIT!
INTRODUCING FIRST, THE CHALLENGER, WEIGHING IN AT 187 POUNDS, WEARING THE BLACK SINGLET, HERE IS ELTON!
Elton strolled to the ring. He looked harder and tougher than ever. The crowd could see his abs rippling under his black singlet. There was obviously nothing wrong with Elton.
The black stud waved to the crowd. He saw his four friends watching. They were attentive, watching out for any sign of The Outlaws. Elton pulled himself into the ring. He circled the ring and flexed for the crowd.
Elton felt great. He felt confident and strong, ready to take the belt from Martin.
AND HIS OPPONENT, THE MIDDLEWEIGHT CHAMPION OF TEENS WRESTLING, WEIGHING IN AT 170 POUNDS, WEARING THE BLACK TRUNKS, HERE IS MARTIN!
Martin raced to the ring. He was greeted with a mixture of cheers and boos. Martin's reputation had been rehabilitated slightly, but there were still many who would never cheer for a member of the Posse.
Martin charged the ring, not slowing down at all. He leapt into the air and in one move, landed on the ring apron and vaulted over the top rope. Even his detractors had to applaud the entrance.
Martin circled the ring before settling in the middle. He slowly unbuckled the gold title belt and tossed it to the announcer. Martin flexed for the crowd. His 19-year old ego was primed as he got set for another title defense. He had already defended his belt more often than Frank, the previous champion and no one could say he was taking the easy way out.
Martin was open for every challenge. He had wanted to face both Daryl and Joey. Martin regretted not facing Daryl before his going to college and Joey was not challenging him, not feeling up to fighting for the title. Still, once Martin dealt with Elton, he had Zack and Jerred lined up for challenges, too.
The ref checked their gear, made Elton and Martin shake hands and go back to their corners.
They waited for the bell, anxious to wrestle. When the bell sounded, both men charged out to take control.
The match was on and the anticipation had both wrestlers wanting to take control right away. Elton was bigger and stronger. He knew that he could overpower Martin. Martin had uncanny speed and endurance. He knew he could outmaneuver the bigger stud.
As they closed in, Martin moved left, circling. Elton turned to stay facing Martin. Martin was bouncing on his feet like a boxer, keeping Elton cautious. Elton moved in. As he did, Martin leapt up and turned, planting his boots right into Elton's broad chest!
The standing drop kick sent Elton back into the ropes. Elton bounced into the ropes and came off, only to be tackled by Martin to the canvas. Martin pushed up and landed two fists to Elton's abs before Elton rolled away and got back to his feet.
Martin was also back up. Elton moved in again. This time, Martin lunged with a hard fist to Elton's abs, but Elton was ready. Elton saw the move and clenched Martin's wrist. Elton moved to the side and twisted Martin's arm into an arm bar.
Martin cursed as his shoulder felt the pain of Elton's hard twisting. Elton was careful to keep Martin's arm at a 90 degree angle to his body. Elton wanted to stay clear of Martin's quick strike until he had softened him up.
Martin moaned as Elton worked his shoulder. Martin got his wits and determined his next few moves. He needed to get control. Martin dove forward, using his agility to perform a front flip, untwisting his arm. From his back, Martin lifted his feet and drove them up into elton, forcing Elton back.
Elton lost his grip and stumbled back. As Martin rose, Elton charged. Martin was surprised by the bigger stud's speed. Elton extended his arm and sent Martin down hard with a clothesline!
Martin crashed down. Before he knew it, Elton had his arm again and was twisting it in another arm bar. Elton put his knee against Martin's elbow and cranked on the arm hard.
As Martin lay spawled on the mat, he looked back over his shoulder. Elton was being careful, leaning back, out of reach. Martin brought his legs forward suddenly and twisted around. Elton held his grip tightly, still cranking on the arm.
Martin was kneeling on the canvas, Elton wrenching his arm hard. Martin rose to his feet. He ignored the pain and forced Elton to the corner. Elton's grip was now tenuous as Martin pushed him back fast and hard.
Elton's back crashed into the corner. Martin turned and hammered his free arm into Elton's chiseled abs. Elton grunted and sagged a little. Martin was now free of the wristlock and used the opportunity to land several punches to Elton's torso.
With Elton softened, Martin grabbed his wrist and pulled him forward, whipping him into the opposite corner. Elton crashed, back first, hard into the opposite corner. Martin charged, aiming his shoulder right for Elton's abs.
Elton used his mighty arms to press upwards. He lifted his legs and spread them, letting Martin slide right under him! Martin slammed hard into the corner, his shoulder smashing into the corner post.
As Martin slammed into the post, Elton dropped his legs, wrapping them around Martin's waist. Elton squeezed hard, clamping Martin's trim waist in the powerful scissors. Elton rolled forward, pulling Martin over with him. Martin was slammed back to the mat.
Since pinfalls did not count, Elton rolled to the side. He lay on the mat, using his thick legs to crush Martin's torso. Martin moaned in the clutch. He tried to break Elton's grip, but Elton was too strong.
Martin felt the muscle wall in his sides breaking down. He knew he had to do something fast!
The wrestlers struggled on the mat. Both were sweating profusely as they strained to gain control. Elton squeezed the scissors hard. He propped himself up on his elbow and tried to add to the pressure.
Martin was still moaning, trying to think of a way out. He had made a mistake charging in recklessly. He certainly never expected to be in a scissors. Martin was really surprised that Elton would after his torso. Everyone knew Elton's finisher was a full nelson from hell. Martin cursed himself for being so careless.
The two wrestlers were lying at right angles, with Elton facing the back of Martin's legs. Martin could see Elton's calves.
Martin reached down and fired two fists into Elton's calves, trying to give him a cramp. Elton ignored the shots. His legs were too thickly muscled and powerful for Martin to punch his way out.
Instead Martin sucked up his strength and formed his plan. He would have to be quick. Martin pulled his legs forward and rolled up. Martin was now seated and Elton was lying face down on the mat. Elton moved to release the scissors, he was in a bad position.
Martin felt the pressure lessening and said, "No, no, no!" He held Elton's legs around him and pushed up, folding Elton back in a modified Boston Crab! Elton moaned and felt pain in his back! Martin cranked back, adjusting his position until he was in full control.
Elton was really suffering in the hold. He focused his strength and tried to think of what to do. Martin was pulling back with all his strength. The veins in his neck were sticking out as his muscles all pumped in unison to snap Elton in half.
Martin's lean arms throbbed from the force they were exerting. Underneath the Middleweight Champion, Elton was grunting to hold on. He knew time was running out. His submission hold had been turned into a far better one.
Elton planted his hands flat onto the mat. He concentrated then pressed up fast and hard. Martin had expected the counter, but he could do nothing about it. Elton was stronger than martin had ever guessed!
Martin was thrown forward, flying across the ring. Both competitors struggled to their feet. Elton was rubbing his back as he circled the ring. Martin's sides were red and he was obviously moving with some difficulty. The wrestlers continued to circle, slowly closing in on one another.
Elton charged, swinging a big forearm at Martin. Martin ducked in time and came up underneath Elton. Martin landed a right-left combination that was so powerful it literally lifted Elton off the mat. Elton doubled over. Martin came up, lifting his knee into Elton's gut.
With Elton bent over and momentarily weakened, martin knew he had to take advantage. Martin wrapped his arms around Elton's waist and lifted him off the mat. Martin let Elton drop, extending his knee.
Elton fell onto Martin's knee hard, the gutbuster not helping his situation. The bigger middleweight was coughing and trying to regain his breath, but Martin was unrelenting when he had the advantage.
Martin pushed Elton off his knee, letting the stud roll onto the mat, clutching his abs. Martin trotted back then charged. He leapt over Elton and landed on the second rope. Using the tension, he vaulted back, landing on top of Elton, splashing his hurting abs.
Martin slid off Elton and put his hands on Elton's midsection. It was still hard, but Martin could feel some movement. Just a little more punishment and Martin knew Elton would be ready for the claw!
The wrestlers had been struggling for some time now and for the first time in the match, it seemed that one of them had the upper hand.
Martin grabbed Elton's wrist and pulled him up to feet. Elton was unable to stand up yet, his abs still recovering. Martin pushed him into the corner hard, back first. He followed in immediately, not giving Elton even a second to move out of the way.
Martin planted his knee into Elton's abs. Elton sagged in the ropes, his butt resting on the second turnbuckle. Martin grabbed the ropes on either side of Elton's waist and used them as he drove his shoulder into Elton's weakening torso.
Elton moaned as Martin rammed him again and again. Elton had known that Martin would go after his abs, but he had failed to stop it. Now, Elton realized through the fog, if he didn't act soon, this match would be over!
Martin rammed Elton's abs five times. He felt a huge weight on his back. Elton had fallen forward, unable to stay upright. Martin reached his arms around Elton'' waist and pulled him from the corner.
Martin backed up, carrying Elton over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Elton was really feeling badly as martin carried his prize around the ring. Martin picked his spot, then leaned forward fast, slamming Elton back to the mat, shoulders first!
Elton's head bounced on the mat hard. Martin held Elton's feet in the air. He spread them and lifted his foot. Martin drove his boot down into Elton's wide open midsection. Elton curled up in pain, but Martin dropped a second boot before he could do anything else.
Martin kept Elton's legs split. He jumped up and drove his forehead into Elton's abs! Elton let out a yell as Martin's head collided with his once-rock-hard stomach.
Martin rolled to the side. He stood up, then dropped two knees to Elton's midsection. Martin wasn't done yet. He dragged Elton to his feet and locked on an abdominal stretch!
Elton was stretched out, his muscled torso wrenched hard as Martin locked on the hold. With his free hand, Martin pounded on Elton's abs. The ref was asking Elton if he submitted, but he refused. Elton's body was gym-built and ready for hard punishment.
Elton realized, though, that even as tough as he was, he needed to do something. The abdominal stretch was tearing his body apart!
Elton summoned his strength and pushed back. He hoped to ram Martin into the corner, but the sudden weight shift caused Martin to stumble. Martin loosened his grip and pushed forward, bracing against Elton. The two wrestlers struggled, but Martin had the strength and leverage advantage.
Martin overpowered Elton, but Elton tripped forward, falling towards the mat. Martin fell with him, landing on top of Elton, who crashed hard into the mat, chest and abs first!
Fate worked to Martin's advantage. Elton was nearly delirious now after the crash down. Martin stood up and Elton rolled onto his back moaning and groaning. He kicked Elton's arms to the side and straddled Elton's face.
In one swift move, Martin dropped down, his shins pinning Elton's arms to the mat, his black trunks-covered butt covering Elton's face. Martin made a motion for his claw. He lifted his arms high in the air, ready to deliver his finisher, one of the toughest in TCCW!
The crowd rose to its feet as the finisher was signaled. They knew that no one had ever broken out of this finisher before.
As the crowd roared, Martin smirked. He looked to the back curtain and saw Taylor and Kevin watching. Martin winked at them and got ready to drop the hammer.
Elton knew what was coming even though he could not see what Martin was doing (he could only see Martin's butt on his face). Elton and his friends had discussed the steps Martin went through. Elton knew that Martin had to be holding his claw above his head, signaling it.
With the vestiges of his strength, Elton hoisted his legs. He felt tremendous pain as his battered abs were put to the test. Elton threw his legs back and opened them. When he hit Martin, he squeezed them together and pulled!
Martin was in shock. He saw Elton's legs coming at him. His arms dropped in shock as Elton scissored his head and pulled him forward! Martin went flying forward before crashing into the mat, head first. He was dazed and shocked.
Elton struggled up, knowing that Martin still had a huge advantage. Martin sat up and was promptly stomped hard by Elton's boots! Elton leveled boot after boot into Martin's shoulders. Elton reached down and grabbed Martin's wrists. He flipped Martin over and forced him onto his stomach.
Elton held Martin's wrists tightly. He planted his foot into Martin's back and pulled hard, stretching Martin out in the painful surfboard! Martin felt like his shoulders would be ripped out of their socket. He kicked at the mat but otherwise was held compliant.
The ref was asking Martin if he wanted to submit. Elton knew no submission would be forthcoming from this maneuver. Still, Elton needed time to recover. He was still only a few gut punches and a claw from another loss to Martin - and a fair one at that.
Elton kept on pulling, weakening Martin's arms with every passing second. Martin was squirming under Elton. Martin finally managed to slide his knees under his body. Elton knew Martin was just seconds away from breaking the hold.
Instead of fighting Martin, Elton instead pulled Martin up to his feet hard. Martin had very little balance, surprised at Elton's shift in momentum. Elton released Martin's wrists and charged forward, grabbing him around the head and bulldogging him down!
Martin had not blocked the move at all, taken completely by surprise. Elton stood over Martin and again grabbed his arms. He locked them up in a chicken wing maneuver and lifted Martin to his feet. The strain on Martin's shoulders was incredible. Martin winced and yelped in agony.
Elton backed up and pushed the off-balance Martin to the side, slamming his shoulder into the corner hard! Martin hit so hard that he fell to his knees. He clutched his aching shoulder as Elton advanced on him.
Martin saw Elton moving in from the corner of his eye. He thrust his elbow out, planting it deep into Elton's abs. Elton staggered back. Martin charged forward, only to be scooped up by Elton and powerslammed to the mat!
Elton stood and dragged Martin up to his feet. Elton pulled Martin's arm into a hammerlock. He lifted Martin up and, while still holding the hammerlock, slammed Martin down again!
Pain was shooting through Martin's shoulder as he writhed on the mat. The two middleweights had been struggling for a while. Their red, sweaty bodies showed the effects of the match.
Elton waited behind Martin for him to rise. It was full nelson time ...
The crowd leapt to their feet yelling. The wrestlers watching were all also intrigued.
In the back of the arena, the Posse grew worried about the match. Kevin had given explicit instructions. Now he signaled his wrestlers to get ready.
In the ring, Elton stalked Martin. When Martin rose, Elton was on top of him fast. Elton locked up the full nelson, stretching Martin out. He immediately started shaking the middleweight champion mercilessly.
Martin struggled. He had broken free of this hold before. All he had to do was back Elton up and slam him into the corner.
Easier said than done. Elton knew what move Martin would try and he was ready this time. Elton struggled to keep Martin in place. He used his superior strength to hold Martin tightly. Elton leaned back, lifting Martin's feet from the mat.
Martin was hung out to dry. He had very little hope of moving Elton now. Martin's incredibly muscled body writhed and quivered in pain and torment. He struggled as hard as he could, desperate to break free. The lean 19-year old muscles were pulling and pushing, pumping full of blood but against Elton's big body, he was having little success.
In the back of the arena, Kevin gave the signal. Kevin and Taylor moved towards the ring. Stephen followed, ready to intercept. As Stephen walked ahead, he was tackled from behind. Stephen crashed down hard. He struggled to get up, but he was stomped hard!
Bryan was moving to stop Taylor and Kevin, but like Stephen, he was ambushed! Patrick and Joey were leveled. Kevin looked over and smiled. Jed and Luke had taken out Stephen, Rusty and Lance had dealt with Bryan. Vinny, Philip, Tyson and Brett handled Joey and Patrick.
The overwhelming numbers in the Posse paid off again. Taylor and Kevin made it to the ring and split up. Kevin leapt onto the apron. He screamed that Elton had used a foreign object. The ref had to address him. When the ref turned, Taylor went to work.
Taylor hopped onto the apron and slid into the ring. He grabbed the back of Elton's singlet and pushed him up. Taylor threw Elton back into the corner. Elton slammed hard and had to release the full nelson!
Martin fell to the mat, nearly unconscious. Elton was hanging in the corner. He stood up and confronted Taylor. Elton took a wild swing, but he was no match for the little middleweight. Taylor was an expert at destruction. Taylor hammered two fists into Elton's abs.
With two punches, Eltons was slumping. Elton kicked out at Taylor. Taylor took the kick and laughed. Taylor slapped Elton's face lightly. The crowd was yelling at Taylor, but he ignored them. He pulled Elton from the corner, then slammed him back in. He again humiliated Elton by slapping his face.
There was no doubt that Taylor was the dominant stud. He was fresh, while Elton had endured a devastating match. Taylor toyed with Elton, hammering his abs into mush.
Martin had struggled up and was furious by the interference. Martin spun Taylor around and hammered him with a forearm. Taylor staggered back into Elton. Martin charged, only to get a boot to the stomach and a DDT to the mat!
Martin was done in two moves. Taylor shook his head and spread his arms, letting the audience get a good look at the Beast of TCCW. The middleweight Champion looked like anything but, down and out after a boot and DDT.
Taylor turned back to Elton. Taylor thrust his hands out and pushed them into Elton's abs. Elton had been afraid of Martin's claw for the entire match but now he really felt fear.
No one was able to contain themselves as the match drew to its conclusion. Martin was unconscious and Elton was at the mercy of Taylor - a man who had none.
The claw was the hardest Elton had ever felt. Elton's ruined midsection folded under the claw and Elton screamed for Taylor to let go. The intensity of the scream caused the ref to turn. He saw Taylor on Elton in the corner and called for the bell.
The ref moved to break it up, but Taylor used his steel grip to pull Elton from the corner by his abs. Taylor bent low and stood up, actually lifting Elton by his abs! Elton was screaming in agony now. Taylor turned and slammed Elton to the mat - all the while maintaining the claw!
The ref physically forced Taylor from Elton. Taylor was fuming. He stomped Elton's abs for good measure. Taylor thrust out his hands in a sign of victory. The crowd booed him intensely.
The announcer came on and announced, "THE WINNER OF THE MATCH BY DISQUALIFICATION IS ELTON! MARTIN REMAINS TCCW MIDDLEWEIGHT CHAMPION."
Kevin and Taylor pulled Martin from the ring. Kevin grabbed the MW belt and said to Taylor, "Hold this." Taylor smirked. He slid it on, wearing the title belt for the first time. He shook his hips in the belt, getting a feel for it.
Kevin said, "Help me carry him to the back."
Taylor replied, "Don't strain yourself, Kev, I'll do it." With that, Taylor lifted Martin up as though he were nothing and strolled to the back, wearing the title belt and carrying the unconscious "Champ" over his shoulder.
Martin looked like anything but a champion as they went through the curtain. Bryan was the first of Elton's friends to reach the ring. He was sore, but tough. Stephen arrived shortly afterwards. Tyson and Brett had really taken it to Patrick and Joey. They were barely standing as Stephen and Bryan carried Elton to the locker room.
In the Posse room, Kevin dumped a bottle of cold water onto Martin's face to wake him. Martin woke with a start and looked around. The entire Posse was there. When Martin saw Taylor wearing his belt, he freaked. Rusty and Lance restrained him.
Taylor smirked and said, "Careful, Champ, or I'll drop you as easily here as I did in the ring."
Martin struggled even harder until Kevin stepped between them. Kevin said to Martin, "You NEVER attack another Posse member! Taylor saved that belt for you, otherwise it would be Elton wearing it right now. In fact, I'm giving the Taylor the belt."
Martin's eyes went wide. "WHAT! You can't do that!"
Kevin smiled, "Yes, I can. You want the belt back, you take it back Posse-style. That means no interference from outsiders. This stays in-house. You and Taylor face off. The winner keeps the belt."
Martin seethed. His belt was being stolen from him. Kevin was right, he should not have attacked Taylor, but this was too high a price. Still, Martin knew he could kick Taylor's ass. He would take care of Taylor and put an end to this crap.
Taylor was ecstatic. This was even better than he had hoped. He had saved Martin reluctantly, but now, here he was, getting his shot.
Later that night, Taylor thanked Rusty as they left the arena. Rusty said, "I told you, Kevin makes shit happen. If you had left the Posse, you'd have been gone and have no hope of ever seeing the ring again. Now, you're close to being the next MW champ. Way to go, buddy."
THE END
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