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Texas College Championship Wrestling 43
Bradley (MW) versus Bryan (MW) versus Stephen (MW) versus Walt (MW)
Stephen and Bryan were filling their water bottles at the cooler at the gym. They were done their workout. Patrick and Joey were spotting for Elton as he pounded the free weights.
Stephen said, "So what do you think about our new workout partners?"
Bryan said, "They're cool, I'm glad Daryl hooked us up with them. I could've done without the beating by Rusty and Lance, but they're cool. Why?"
Stephen shrugged. He said, "I like them, too. I was just wondering why they have all fought so many times in only a few months while you and I can't get a match lately. Do you think it's okay to ask them about it? I don't want to sound like I'm bitter, but we used to wrestle all the time. We're both 24. We don't have much time left if we want to make a name in TCCW. And I'm not ready to join my Dad on the factory floor."
Bryan nodded. His father was pushing law school and telling him to quit this "wrestling crap." Bryan said, "You're right and I think we should ask. Maybe they can help us. I mean, I'm in the best shape since I joined TCCW and I know more about wrestling than these guys. I joined for in-ring experience and it isn't happening. The way it's going, I'll be in law school and regretting missing this opportunity."
Stephen started back to their partners. He was screwing the top back on his bottle when he crashed into Walt. The two big middleweights fell to the floor. Stephen's water bottle toppled and soaked Walt's shorts.
Stephen said, "Sorry, buddy, I didn't see you there." Walt looked down. His shorts looked like he had pissed them. He was obviously mad at Stephen but contained his anger.
"Just watch where you're fucking going. Fuck, now I have to dry these off."
Walt stormed into the locker room. He slammed his fist into the locker and screamed in fury. He had contained his anger in the gym and just had to let loose now.
Bradley looked at the commotion and saw Walt's shorts. He smirked and sarcastically said, "Just couldn't hold it?"
Walt glared at Bradley with hard eyes. "Some moron just ran into me and soaked my shorts. Don't say another fucking word."
Bradley held up his hands and said, "Okay, buddy, don't bite my head off. If you say some other guy spilled on you, then sure, that's what happened." Bradley's smirk mocked Walt's explanation. A couple of lightweights walked out of the locker room laughing. Walt knew they were laughing at him.
Walt charged forward and tackled Bradley down. Walt fired off two punches at Bradley's chest. Walt felt two arms grab his and pull him back. It was Stephen and Bryan. Stephen had wanted to apologize again and offer Walt his extra shorts. Bryan said, "Whoa, buddy, relax."
Bradley was rising and said with a laugh, "Thanks guys. This guy pisses himself and gets mad at me."
Walt lunged again but was held back. Walt broke his arms free. Bryan moved between Bradley and Walt. Walt stood, his chest heaving. He pointed at Bradley and said, "I want you! In the ring! I'm gonna take that smirk off your face."
Bradley shrugged and said, "Sure, sport, whatever. Just don't wet yourself during the match. I don't need any of that."
Bryan turned and warned Bradley, "Hey, joke's over. Just let it goOOOO!" Bryan was clipped from behind by a charging Walt. Bryan was floored as Stephen tried to break them up again. Bryan was getting stepped on as he tried to roll out of the melee.
Walt settled down. He looked at Stephen and said, "This is your fucking fault! I want you in the ring, too!"
Bryan was on his feet and pointed at Walt, "I suggest you add me to that list. You blindsided me, asshole!"
Walt said, "Whatever! I'll take you all on at the same time! Four-corner match. If you've got the guts!"
Bradley shrugged and said, "Anytime, piss-pants."
The match was set for the next card.
THIS CONTEST IS A FOUR-CORNER MATCH WITH NO TIME LIMIT.
INTRODUCING FIRST, THE CHALLENGER, WEIGHING IN AT 187 POUNDS, WEARING THE RED TRUNKS, HERE IS WALT!
Walt came to the ring to polite applause. He had only wrestled once and that was a loss. At 6' tall and 187-pounds, Walt was a big middleweight. He had a square jaw and a solid, if undefined body. Walt had a serious look on his face. He knew he was in for a rough time.
Walt knew Bryan and Stephen were friends and would work together. There was also no animosity between them and Bradley. Walt figured it would be the three of them against one of him. Daunting odds, but Walt was not one to chicken out of a challenged. If he suffered a beating, he would accept it.
At least he and Bradley had made some peace. That would hopefully help keep the focus off him. Walt knew from earlier four-corner matches that the early round was all about keeping your nose clean.
Walt adjusted his red trunks and tied the laces. He wore black knee-high pro wrestling boots and tape around his wrists. Walt bounced in the ring, loosening up, shaking out his shoulders, eager to face his opponents.
NEXT UP, WEIGHING IN AT 183-POUNDS, WEARING THE WHITE SQUARECUTS, HERE IS BRADLEY!
Bradley came out to little fanfare. He waved to the crowd, but was also a relative unknown. Bradley flexed his muscles for the crowd, which garnered him some support.
Bradley was young and rugged and ready to get it on. He was too easy-going to be really unhappy with Walt. He knew this was supposed to be a grudge match, but his lighthearted teasing had been just that. He had approached Walt afterwards to apologize. Even though Walt had been pissed, he accepted, albeit grudgingly.
Still, Bradley wanted the match. He was a big middleweight, only a handful were over 180 pounds, but none of them seemed to see much action. Bradley entered the ring and shook Walt's hand, eager to keep the peace. Like Walt, Bradley didn't want to be the focus of the match in the first round.
INTRODUCING NOW, WEIGHING IN AT 189-POUNDS, WEARING THE BLUE TRUNKS, HERE IS STEPHEN!
Stephen came roaring out, wearing his small blue trunks, his big pecs bouncing and abs rippling. Stephen had by far one of the best bodies in all of TCCW. He looked chiseled out of granite as he strutted down the aisle.
Stephen was anxious to get it on, especially with two muscle studs his own size. Stephen had given Daryl a run for his money, so he knew he had skill, but he had lacked opportunity. This was his opportunity to show off.
Stephen flexed for the crowd. His tanned, bodybuilder-class physique shone in the lights. Walt and Bradley could only watch as the Stephen displayed his raw muscle. In the small blue posing trunks, there was no doubt that Stephen would be a handful in this match.
AND ENTERING THE RING AREA NOW, THE LAST OF OUR FOUR COMPETITORS, WEARING THE SILVER TRUNKS, WEIGHING IN AT 170-POUNDS, HERE IS BRYAN!
Bryan came running down the aisle. Bryan was a cute blond, wearing silver trunks and boots that he had just bought with his saving and birthday money. He felt stupid that they had been in the closet and was glad to have a chance to wrestle.
The crowd applauded vigorously as he waved. Bryan didn't flex but his hard muscles were evident. He was the lightest in the match, but he was still a powerhouse.
The ref brought all four wrestlers together and made them shake hands again. He went over the rules again and the bell rang ...
There were always a few logistical concerns with a four-corner match, but this one had been worked out pretty easily. All four wrestlers agreed that Walt and Bradley, as the instigators of this match, would start out. After the first fall, the pinned wrestler would leave the ring area and head to the back, the wrestler who got the pin would exit the ring and the remaining two wrestlers would face off on the ref's signal.
Walt and Bradley circled each other. Since neither really knew each other and neither had fought many matches, neither wrestler had a defined strategy that could be predicted.
All four wrestlers realized as they prepared for the match that no one in TCCW really knew anything about what kind of moves they could expect. This was combat at its purest form. It was much easier to win a match knowing the opponent's game plan ... this would require creativity and adaptation.
Walt bent low at the waist, assuming an amateur wrestling stance. Bradley backed off, unsure of how to start. Walt was a thickly muscled wrestler; he would be hard to handle if they went to the mat.
Bradley moved in and swung his right hand out, like a dog swatting his paw. Walt backed up and Bradley moved in a little closer. He was trying to get Walt off-balance, but Walt charged suddenly, sending Bradley to the mat with a huge shoulder block.
Bradley was taken off his feet and planted into the mat, back first, by the hard shoulder. The air left his lungs and Walt hammered Bradley's tight abs with a couple of power fists.
Walt pulled him up by his hair. Bradley stumbled up compliantly, only to be leveled again by a hard forearm to the side of his head. Walt leapt into the air and planted a big elbow into Bradley's midsection. Bradley's head shot up and pain was evident on his face. Walt repeated the move two more times, softening the stud's hard torso.
Walt grabbed Bradley's right wrist and pulled Bradley to his feet again. Walt drove his big black boot into Bradley's abs and Bradley bent over coughing. Walt put a hand under Bradley's chin and lifted Bradley up.
The two wrestlers eyes met and Walt smiled evilly. Before Bradley could do anything, Walt charged forward, sending Bradley back to the mat with a big clothesline.
On the ring apron, Stephen and Bryan were impressed by the way Walt was destroying Bradley. Bradley had done nothing but suffer in the wake of Walt's fast power attack.
Walt ran back and bounced off the ropes. He leapt up and did a big leg drop onto Bradley's abs. Walt rolled off Bradley and knelt beside him confidently. Bradley writhed beside him. Walt went for a cover, but Bradley shocked many by kicking out at one.
Walt looked at the ref and said, "One?" The ref nodded. Walt shrugged. Maybe Bradley was tougher than he had shown. Walt rose to his feet and contemplated his next moves. Bradley rolled over and grabbed the ropes. Walt was more powerful than he thought, putting a ton of power behind each shot.
Walt charged forward to do more damage. Bradley saw and thrust his left foot out, planting it into Walt's abs hard. Walt was not hurt, but the force sent him stumbling back. Bradley used the moment and leapt to the corner, tagging in Stephen.
Bradley rolled under the bottom rope, eager to collect himself. He was embarrassed at his performance - ring rust was to be expected, but this was a little more than that.
Stephen stepped through the ropes. Stephen had one of the best bodies in TCCW. He involuntarily flexed his muscles, his pecs bouncing in anticipation. Walt's body paled in comparison but Walt had shown some real power so far.
The wrestlers circled and got ready to get it on!
Stephen and Walt circled cautiously. Walt made a quick charge towards Stephen. Stephen instinctively backed up and braced for impact, but Walt just smiled, turned and tagged Bryan instead.
Bryan was surprised by the sudden tag, but climbed in. He and Stephen were best friends, but this was a match. Of all the wrestlers, these two were the only two who knew how the other fought. Bradley and Walt's eyes met and they knew what the other was thinking.
This was a good time to see if this was a four-corner match or a tag match. If Stephen and Bryan took it easy on each other, Bradley knew he and Walt would need to team up or be picked off by the powerful pair.
Bryan ran a hand through his blond hair and moved towards Stephen. Bryan was strong, but he knew his friend was stronger. Bryan and Stephen had talked briefly about teaming up to be the final two, but they agreed that that would be wrong. Both wrestlers wanted experience, not cheap wins, which in the end, were meaningless to them.
Stephen lunged forward, but Bryan slid underneath and drove a knee into Stephen's abs. Bryan's knee bounced off harmlessly. Stephen turned and smiled. He slapped his hard abs, showing Bryan, Walt, Bradley and the assembled crowd and wrestlers that nothing could break through his hard muscle wall.
At the back, several wrestlers were watching, none more intently than Kevin, who wondered if any of the four big middleweights would be worth his time. Kevin knew Stephen and Bryan were "good guys" but he also knew they had not wrestled much. Kevin figured he could change their minds with the promise of frequent ring time ... if they proved worthy ... that is.
Back in the ring, Bryan and Stephen circled again. Bryan looked furtively behind Stephen, causing Stephen to flinch thinking Walt was charging from behind. Bryan wasted no time, he leapt up and drove his feet into Stephen's pecs! The standing drop kick sent Stephen flying back.
Stephen crashed back into Walt's corner. Walt took the opportunity and fired two fists into Stephen's back! Stephen tried to leave the corner, but Walt held his tiny blue trunks , trapping him. Bryan charged in and delivered a big stomp to Stephen's abs. Stephen fell forward and walked out of the corner. Bryan followed it up with a double axe handle to the back.
Stephen arched up, only to be caught in a belly-to-back suplex, that planted him hard into the mat. Bryan laid the boots to his best friend, respecting Stephen's toughness too much to go easy on him.
Bryan lifted Stephen up and bodyslammed him to the mat. Bryan then ran into the ropes and came off in a splash! Stephen rolled out of the way in time, his gym-built physique giving him the ability to withstand a lot and recover quickly. Stephen stood up, still wobbily. He stumbled forward towards Bradley's corner.
When Stephen got close, Bradley cocked his arm back and delivered a hard forearm to Stephen's forehead! Instead of a tag, Stephen was dropped to the mat by the big, unexpected shot. Bryan wasted no time commiserating for his friend. This was a match, after all.
Bryan stood beside Stephen and dropped a leg over Stephen's chest. The chiseled pecs barely moved, but Stephen let out a grunt. Bryan pulled Stephen to his feet. As Stephen shook the cobwebs out, Bryan pushed his friend's head under his arm. Bryan reached forward and grabbed a tight grip on Stephen's thin blue trunks. He bent his knees and lifted!
Stephen went flying overhead in a suplex, his muscular back slamming down hard! Bryan knew how tough his friend was, so he kept his grip and rolled them back to their feet.
Bryan dipped and again lifted Stephen in a powerful snap suplex. Bryan rolled up and tagged Walt back in. Bryan pulled Stephen up and positioned him for another suplex. Walt joined him on the other side. The wrestlers counted to two and lifted Stephen over, both pulling hard to get maximum impact!
Stephen sat up immediately, arching his back in pain. As Bryan returned to the corner, Walt stomped the middle of Stephen's back hard! The big black boots tore through the muscles. Stephen scampered towards Bradley, eager for the tag. Bradley leaned back, moving as far from Stephen as possible.
Before Stephen could make the tag, Walt was on top of him again. Walt pulled him to his feet and whipped him hard into a neutral corner. Stephen crashed hard. Walt walked in confidently, only to be met with a big boot from Stephen. Stephen drove his foot deep into Walt's abs, sending him sprawling back.
Walt charged again, only to be sent onto the mat, back first by a big boot to the face. Stephen slapped his elbow, then dropped down to hammer Walt. Stephen's elbow drove down right into Walt's thickly muscled pecs. They quivered from the impact of 189 pounds of force crashing into them.
Stephen got up and headed to tag Bryan. Before he got there, Stephen felt a hand slide into the back of his blue trunks. Walt pulled Stephen back suddenly and prevented the tag.
Stephen spun around, driving an elbow into the side of Walt's head. Distracted from the tag, Stephen whipped Walt towards the ropes. Walt had enough to counter, reversing the whip and sending Stephen into the ropes. As Stephen hit the ropes, his back connected with Bradley's knee!
Stephen dropped to the mat as the ref warned Bradley. Walt dragged Stephen up by his hair and pushed him hard into the corner. Stephen slumped down, needing the ropes to stay up, unable to stand on his feet.
Walt tagged Bradley, then splashed Stephen hard in the corner. Walt grabbed Stephen's wrist and whipped him across the ring. Stephen countered the move, sending Walt into the corner instead!
Walt's thick back crashed in and shook the entire ring. Walt bounced out of the corner, stumbling from the power behind the whip. Stephen lifted him up and used his own momentum to power slam him down.
Stephen stood up and screamed, "YEAH!" The muscle wrestler was pumped. He flexed and turned, only to see Bradley's near-190 pounds flying through the air! Bradley nearly took Stephen's head off with a clothesline aimed right for his chest!
Stephen had not seen or heard the tag. Time seemed to slow down for Stephen. His eyes went wide but he couldn't move as the big man flew forward!
Bradley sailed through Stephen and Stephen did a full 270-degree spin in the air before crashing down face first into the mat. The ref made Walt get out as the five-count was long over. Walt pulled himself up outside the ring.
Bradley circled Stephen. Stephen was moaning on the mat. Twice now Bradley had taken him by surprise and flattened him. Stephen knew how to roll with the punches, but not these unexpected blows.
Bradley pulled the dazed and momentarily helpless Stephen to his feet. Bradley locked Stephen in a full nelson. He moved his right foot in front of Stephen and tripped him forward!
Stephen screamed, "NO!" as he fell forward, Bradley's weight on top of him, his arms trapped in the full nelson, unable to deflect the fall! Stephen fell forward, his massive pecs and face taking the brunt of the fall! The hard canvas did not give at all and Stephen was completely dazed.
Bradley rolled Stephen over. He put his knee on Stephen's chest and arrogantly flexed while he covered the fallen muscle stud. The ref counted to two, but Stephen kicked out! Bradley was incredulous.
Bradley dropped down and did a proper cover, even hooking the leg, but the ref again only got to two. Bradley rolled off Stephen. The muscle stud was barely moving, so Bradley knew he was hurt. Bradley worked out a finishing combination in his head that was guaranteed to put him away!
Bradley pulled Stephen up. When Stephen reached his knees, he fired out two fists, hammering them into Bradley's abs. Bradley stumbled back. Stephen got to his feet. He looked to see which corner was closer, knowing he needed a tag. In that moment of hesitation, Bradley charged again, delivering another big clothesline that flattened one of the best bodies in TCCW.
Stephen writhed on the mat as Bradley rose to his feet. Bradley looked to the corner and ran at it. Bradley smoothly leapt to the second rope, then the top rope. He leapt off backwards.
The audience gasped as Bradley executed a perfect leap, spin and splash onto the hurting Stephen! After watching Walt manhandle Bradley, the crowd was impressed to see him actually display some talent!
Bradley flew through the air and came crashing down atop Stephen, flattening him like a grape! Stephen lurched up in pain. His muscle wall was suffering from the constant attack.
Bradley again went for the pin, but as the ref reached two, Bradley pulled Stephen up! The ref warned Bradley who pled innocence. He claimed Stephen kicked out. Outside the ring, Bryan was angry by the cheap tactic. He vowed that if Stephen got eliminated, Bradley would suffer in the next round.
Across the ring, Walt caught the glare Bryan was giving Bradley. He knew what Bryan must have been thinking. Here was Bradley, a novice, humiliating Bryan's friend, a wrestler Bradley could probably not beat one-on-one. It was perfect for Walt.
Hearing the crowds boos, Bradley realized he had been wrong. Still, it had been fun to lift the shoulders of the muscle man. It was his favorite move when the heel would do it and he had just had to do it. He would apologize after the match.
Deciding that he shouldn't play any more games, Bradley lifted Stephen up and pushed Stephen's head between his legs. He wrapped his arms around his waist tight. Bradley lifted Stephen up and held him upside down.
Bradley moved to the center of the ring and leapt into the air. He planted Stephen in a piledriver! Stephen's body quivered as Bradley covered him for the one ... two ...
Three. Bradley leapt up and pumped his fist. On the side of the ring, Bryan was in shock. He couldn't believe Stephen was first to go. He had figured Stephen as the toughest, but the triple-teaming had really taken its toll! Bradley flexed his arms and puffed out his chest with pride.
Bradley slid out of the ring, knowing Bryan and Walt would have to go at it once Stephen's limp carcass was rolled out of the ring. Bradley smirked. He felt vindicated for his lackluster performance against Walt at the start. Pinning a stud like Stephen was definitely a coup.
Walt and Bryan moved into the ring as the ref had Stephen escorted to the back. Bryan watched as Stephen was helped to the back by Elton and Patrick. He cheered up as Stephen finished the walk under his own power. Stephen turned back to the ring, but did nothing else as Bryan turned to face Walt.
Bryan saw Walt waiting for him patiently. Bryan got his head back into the match, knowing he was lucky Walt hadn't ambushed him, as was his right considering the match was still on.
The two wrestlers moved towards each other confidently. Bryan was 100%, having taken no punishment during the first round and Walt had already recovered from the little damage he sustained.
Walt raised his arms for a contest of strength. Bryan smirked. After seeing Walt's power, Bryan knew better than this. Still, he lifted his arms and made the motion to lock up. When Bryan had a firm grip on Walt's hand, he pulled down and flipped Walt over him, landing Walt hard on his back.
A surprised and irritated Walt charged recklessly, only to be taken down by another arm drag take down. Walt came up fast, but Bryan was not pursuing. Walt knelt in the corner and rubbed his back. Walt realized Bryan had thrown him into Bradley's corner.
Walt reached back and tagged Bradley quickly, before Bradley could move away or cheap shot him. Bradley slid in, more than a little unhappy with this turn of events. He had wanted to watch Bryan and Walt work each other over a bit.
Still, Bradley was much happier to be facing Bryan than facing Walt again. Bradley moved in and locked up in a traditional collar-and-elbow with Bryan. Bradley whispered to Bryan as they struggled for dominance, "Hey, what's say you and me team up against Walt?"
Bryan grunted as a response, pushing Bradley back hard into a neutral corner. Bryan used all his considerable strength to drive Bradley in hard. The ring shook from the force of the impact and Bradley slumped slightly. Bryan lifted his knee, sending it deep into Bradley's abs.
Bryan fired punches into Bradley's midsection, tenderizing it like a steak as the ref warned him off. At five, Bryan backed up. Bradley pulled himself up only to be hammered with a silver boot to his abs. Bradley moaned and bent over. Bryan was relentless; he drove his knee into the bowing Bradley. The knees actually lifted the big middleweight off the mat completely.
Bryan dropped down and drove back up, slamming his forearm into Bradley's jaw! The fast and furious attack was sweet revenge for Bryan. With Bradley dazed, Bryan wrapped his arm around his head and pulled Bradley from the corner. He ran across the ring to deliver a big bulldog to the cocky stud!
Bryan ran forward, ready to bulldog Bradley into next week. As he did, Bradley moved his hand onto Bryan's back and pushed him off. Bryan flew forward, landing hard on his tailbone.
Bradley stumbled back, shaking his head to get his wits about him. Bryan scrambled to his feet, but Bradley was already charging. Bradley spread his arms and engulfed Bryan, choosing brute power over finesse. Bradley swept Bryan back into the corner, slamming his 180-plus pounds on top of Bryan.
Bryan felt the wind leave him as he moaned in pain. The smaller blond muscle stud winced in pain as Bradley grabbed the ropes and crushed him further back. Bryan struggled in vain as he felt the pressure of the immovable turnbuckles and the irresistible force of Bradley.
Bradley backed off and let Bryan slump to the mat. Bradley stomped Bryan's bulging pecs with boot after boot until the ref forced him off at the five-count. When the ref back off, Bradley moved in again, grabbing Bryan by the hair and pulling him back.
Bradley lifted Bryan over his shoulder and said, "Should've gone for deal, little guy." Bradley laughed then ran forward. He planted Bryan down onto the mat with a huge power slam! Bryan bounced on the mat and reached for his back.
Bradley straddled Bryan's face, measuring him up. Bradley lifted his feet and came down, butt first onto Bryan's tough pecs. Added to the stomps, this was the last thing Bryan needed. He coughed uncontrollably as Bradley savored is domination.
Bradley rolled off Bryan. He charged the ropes and came off, dropping a big elbow onto Bryan's deflating chest. The bigger stud was not going to let up! He grabbed a handful of Bryan's hair and pulled him to his feet. Bryan wobbled as he tried to focus.
Bradley gave him no time to recover. He laid in elbow after elbow across Bryan's pecs, driving Bryan back into a neutral corner with each tough shot. Bryan's pecs were red from the abuse, welts starting to appear.
Bryan sagged in the corner. Bradley reached down and grabbed the waistband of his silver trunks. Bradley pulled Bryan's hips forward, then leveled a series of punches into Bryan's abs. Bryan's whole body shook from the impact. Again, the ref had to force Bradley off at five.
Bradley turned from Bryan and spread his arms, asking for support from the crowd. The crowd offered none, still angry over his pull up of Stephen. They definitely favored the aching blond muscle stud who was being thrashed.
Bradley turned back. To his surprise, Bryan was standing up, looking strong. Bryan's second wind had kicked in and he was mad. Bryan charged forward and leveled Bradley with a big clothesline. The shocked Bradley fell back. Bryan stomped him with big boots before Bradley moved away.
Bradley crawled to his feet. As Bryan approached, Bradley dove forward and tackled Bryan down! Bryan's torso collapsed from the blow and he was driven into the mat. Bradley immediately pulled Bryan up and quickly lifted him up. Bradley maneuvered Bryan on his shoulder like he weighed nothing, displaying great strength of his own.
Bradley positioned Bryan, then dropped him in a gutbuster. Bradley bounced his knee a couple of times, just to maximize the impact, before pushing Bryan off.
Bryan rolled to the side. He looked up through groggy eyes, only to see that he was on the wrong side of the ring. He had no chance at the tag at all ...
Bradley pursued his wounded prey. Bryan backed up, trying to rise. When Bradley got close, Bryan charged, planting his shoulder deep into Bradley's gut. Bradley had also taken some punishment from Walt. Bryan laid everything into it!
Bradley doubled over as the air left his lungs. He backed up, but Bryan followed. Bryan hammered a forearm into Bradley's head, then did it again. Bradley was flattened to the mat. Bryan lifted his legs and stepped over him!
The crowd roared as Bryan cinched in the Boston Crab. Bryan cranked back, anxious to keep any pressure from his red pecs and six-pack abs for as long as he could. Bradley felt the 170 pounds pressing down on his back and he moaned helplessly.
The ref was asking if he wanted to quit, but Bradley refused. Bryan sat back, his biceps flexed to their maximum as he struggled against Bradley's legs. Bradley tried to do a push up and extricate himself from the Crab, but Bryan used his leverage and tremendous power to hold him down.
Bradley slapped the mat in anguish. He felt his back softening as Bryan punished him. Bradley concentrated, he was breathing hard and needed to escape this hold! Bradley looked around. He was far from Walt, but close to the ropes.
Bradley lifted again, doing a pushup. He could not break the hold, but he could move a few inches. Bradley had been in the hold for a while. He was getting weaker and weaker. Bradley stretched his arm out but he still could not get where he needed to be.
Bryan and Bradley were both sweating profusely as their ripped muscles strained for control. Bradley summoned all his strength. He knew he had only one more shot before he had to submit!
Bradley pushed up and inched closer to the ropes. With a Herculean effort he reached out and grasped the ropes in his fingers! The ref called for the break, forcing Bryan off. Bryan moved away and looked back. Bradley was pulling his aching carcass up the ropes.
Bryan contemplated tagging Walt but he wanted revenge for Stephen's humiliation. He would pin Bradley himself. But only after he punished him some more.
Bradley hung limply on the middle rope, making his way to his feet. Bryan recognized the opportunity. He ran backwards and came bouncing off the ropes. Bryan ran at top speed a couple of steps then leapt forward. Bryan flew right at Bradley's shoulders, landing square on top of the bigger stud's upper back!
Bradley was crushed on the ropes as Bryan's weight crashed down upon him. Bryan bounced up and down until the ref reached five, just to cause Bradley more pain. Bryan slid off Bradley, who fell off the middle rope and rolled onto his back.
Bradley's chest had a thick red line across it from where the rope was. Bryan used it to line up his elbow and drop. Bryan planted his elbow into Bradley's chest perfectly. Bradley cried out as Bryan connected.
Bryan rolled off his opponent and got to his feet. Bradley went back to the ropes and started climbing up them. He was stalling, hoping to think of a way to regain the advantage.
But Bryan was unrelenting. As soon as Bradley reached his feet, Bryan was on him again ...
Bryan came up behind Bradley and wrapped his arms around the bigger hunk. Bryan cinched in a sleeper, planning on putting Bradley down for good.
Bradley's arms swung as soon as the hold was applied. He knew he was in trouble as he felt himself getting woozy. Bradley's arms flailed wildly, desperate to free himself. Bradley pried at Bryan's steel grip, but it was no use. Bryan's grip was unbreakable.
Bradley dropped to one knee and Bryan leaned forward over him. Bradley was now supporting most of Bryan's weight as the blond middleweight hunk leaned into the sleeper. Blood and oxygen were in short supply for Bradley now and he collapsed onto his side in the mat.
Bryan went down with him and laid behind him. The ref lifted Bradley's hand. It fell to the mat. The big middleweight's chest was heaving and his big muscles were limp. The ref lifted again. Again, Bradley's hand fell to the mat without resistance.
Bryan cranked on harder, as he sensed victory at hand. The ref lifted Bradley's hand for a third time. For the third and final time it fell limp to the mat.
Bryan released the hold and jumped for joy. The ref grabbed Bryan and stopped his celebration. The ref pointed at Bradley. When Bradley's arm had fallen, his leg had shot out. It hung loosely on the bottom rope. Bryan was upset and argued with the ref, but the rules were clear.
As Bryan argued, Bradley crawled to his hands and knees. Bryan saw and immediately resumed the match. He kicked Bradley hard, lifted his silver boot into Bradley's abs. Bryan did it again and again. Bradley took the blows, but the third one sent him out of the ring!
Bradley fell to the floor below. He crawled to the side. Using the ringpost, he pulled himself to his feet. He heard the ref counting, but then stop and re-start. Bryan was eager to continue the match. He was trying to get after Bradley on the outside, which kept breaking the count.
Bradley waited. He would not go in until the ref reached eight. He needed the rest. Bradley had a headache from the sleeper. The ref was at five, but then stopped counting. Bradley smiled. Every second counted for him at that moment.
Bryan finally got the message. The ref was on top of things and would not let him out of the ring. Bryan walked away and let the ref counted. When the ref reached eight, Bradley reluctantly rolled back in. Once he was in the ring, Bryan was charging.
Bryan raced over, his eagerness getting the better of him! Bradley threw his fist out and caught Bryan flush in his ruined abs. Bryan stumbled back and Bradley pursued. Bradley was still in pain but he knew he had to keep going.
Walt hung back, laughing to himself. Bryan and Bradley had gotten so worked up about beating each other, they had forgotten all about him. Neither was trying for the tag!
Bradley pulled Bryan up and whipped him into the ropes. Bradley ran back and came off the opposite ropes, ready to flatten Bryan with a clothesline. Bryan had the same idea and both wrestlers came off and charged at the other.
The wrestlers crashed together, each dragging the other down with a big clothesline. Both wrestlers crashed to the canvas down. Neither wrestler moved as the ref counted. Walt was beside himself. If they were both counted out, he would win this thing!
At five, Bryan began to stir. He crawled towards Walt in the corner. He finally was willing to accept help on beating Bradley. Bradley also stirred. He saw Bryan crawling on the mat and grabbed his foot. Bradley knew he was finished if Walt came in!
The two worn-out studs wrestled on the mat, desperate to keep the other from tagging in the fresh Walt. Bradley crawled atop Bryan, but Bryan rolled him over. The wrestlers were struggling, muscle on muscle, straining to gain some measure of control.
Bryan straddled Bradley's torso and held him down. Bradley struggled against the smaller wrestler's incredible muscles. Bryan's biceps were pumped to the max, veins protruding everywhere as he tried to hold Bradley down.
Bradley managed to roll onto his stomach, thinking he could escape, but Bryan knew exactly what to do. Bryan locked on another sleeper! Bryan rolled to the right and pulled Bradley on top of him. Using his powerful legs, Bryan wrapped Bradley in a body scissors.
Bradley's arms flailed again. He looked like a turtle on its back with bryan as the shell! Bradley could not break free as the sleeper and scissors held him compliant. Bradley moaned for a moment, then went limp again. Bradley's legs were spread to the sides and his arms hung down as Bryan's firm muscles were tied around him like a python.
The ref lifted Bradley's arm once. It fell limply to the mat. He did it again. Plunk onto the mat. The third time, same result. This time there was no leg on any rope. Bradley was done; defeated and unconscious. Bryan released the hold and rolled Bradley's dead weight off him. Bradley's body sagged in his white squarecuts as he slept like a baby.
The ref signaled Bryan's victory and forced Bryan to a neutral corner. Walt slipped in. The wrestlers had to wait for Bradley to get out of the ring. Unfortunately, he had no friends waiting at ringside for him, so the ref was worried about just dropping him to the side of the ring.
Walt was impatient. He charged Bradley and planted his black boot into the unconscious wrestler's back! Bradley coughed and woke with a start. He clutched his aching head. The ref forced him out of the ring and Bradley slunk to the back, still unclear how he had lost ... he had had Bryan in a world of hurt ...
Back in the ring, the ref signaled the match to resume. Walt came out aggressively. Bryan held back. Walt was still in great shape while Bryan had really been punished by Bradley. The two wrestlers met in the middle and locked up in a collar-and-elbow tie up.
Walt used his superior strength to muscle Bryan into the corner. Bryan was pushed back easily. Bryan was breathing hard, his torso red from abuse, his body soaked with sweat.
Walt slammed Bryan into the corner. As he did, he kept pushing, driving his knee up into Bryan's battered midsection. Bryan grunted. Walt did it four more times, keeping pace with the five-count!
When the ref made Walt break, Bryan was hunched over. Walt was on him immediately, delivering a series of hard chops to the bruised and battered pecs. Bryan moaned. He swung his right arm out, but Walt easily dodged.
Bryan turned off-balance from the missed punch. Walt picked Bryan up and dropped him over his shoulder in a belly-to-back suplex!
Walt rolled to the side and looked down at Bryan. Bryan looked out of it. Walt smiled. He knew he could pin Bryan, but he wanted something else ...
Walt stood over Bryan, who struggled to stand up. Walt's gut punishment, combined with Bradley's abuse had Bryan at Walt's mercy. Walt circled Bryan. He delivered a few big boots, checking Bryan's muscles.
Bryan showed no resistance. He had been in the ring for a lot of the long match and was exhausted. Walt grabbed Bryan's hair and pulled him to his feet. Bryan backed up, but Walt pursued. Walt grabbed Bryan's wrist and whipped him into the ropes. As Bryan came off, Walt drove his knee up into Bryan's once-steel abs.
Bryan doubled over in pain. Walt moved behind the blond middleweight stud and wrapped his arms around Bryan's waist. Using his incredible strength, Walt lifted Bryan in a bearhug like he weighed nothing! Walt tightened his grip and squeezed harder and harder in the reverse bearhug!
Walt was behind Bryan, his face buried in Bryan's back so he could not see the incredible pain etched on Bryan's face. Still, he knew it was there. He could hear Bryan's moans of pain. Walt tightened his grip.
Walt squeezed Bryan's waist so hard, Bryan thought he would be down a belt size! Bryan felt like he was being torn apart.
"Do you submit?" the ref asked Bryan.
"NO!" Bryan replied the first time.
By the fifth and sixth time, Bryan's refusal was more like "... no ... please ... no ..."
Bryan's efforts to break free were having no success. He tried prying Walt's hands apart but he lacked the energy and leverage necessary. Bryan was going limp in the big bearhug when he felt it loosen!
Walt released the bearhug, much to everyone's surprise! Walt pushed Bryan in the back and pushed him into the ropes. As Bryan came off, Walt spun Bryan around and cinched in another bearhug! Walt smiled as he re-applied the hold, this time in a way that he could watch bryan's face as he submitted!
Walt had his hands around Bryan's back now. Walt's pecs pushed against Bryan's abs. Walt squeezed tighter and tighter, his grip seemingly getting stronger with every second.
Bryan again refused to submit as the mighty arms crushed him. Bryan was moaning "... no ..." but he could do nothing but suffer.
Walt was growing fatigued. He decided to end his fun with Bryan. Walt shook his arms, shaking Bryan back and forth! The pain in Bryan's body increased tenfold! He screamed out, then went limp as a dishrag! Walt kept shaking as Bryan lost all power and muscle control. Bryan muttered, "... please ... stop ... please ... I ... give ... give ... please ..."
The ref signaled the bell and Walt dropped Bryan's body to the mat. Walt kicked him over and put a boot on Bryan's chest. Walt flexed for the crowd. The crowd was split between admiration for Walt and disappointment that their blond stud had lost.
Walt's victory pose did not go unnoticed by the assembled wrestlers. A certain cockiness was respected. In the back, Patrick was upset by the arrogant pose, but Elton said, "Guy deserves to show off. He just won a tough match by being smarter and stronger than the rest." Patrick nodded. Elton always had a way of putting things in perspective. Elton put his arm around his buddy's shoulder as they waited for the right moment to help Bryan to the back.
For five minutes, Walt flexed and posed around the ring. The ref woke Bryan and helped him stand. Walt went over and shook Bryan's hand. He watched as Elton and Patrick came out to help Bryan to the back. Elton reached through the ropes and shook Walt's hand. He congratulated him, which impressed Walt, considering the arrogance he had displayed.
Walt watched intently. He knew if he had lost, no one would have been by his side to help him. He shrugged and went back to posing. He would worry about getting more friends and matches tomorrow. For now, it was all about the moment.
THE END
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