Mindsweeper Monday: TCCW 46

TCCW are wrestling stories from two different Yahoo! groups from the early 2000's. These entries were part of a much larger universe led by other writers. There are references to characters, events and matches that will not be posted here. Titles change hands, friendships and alliances form and dissolve, all without you ever seeing it. Imagine you are watching an Indy fed sporadically.

Note: You can find ALL (?) the stories by all authors in order in their original versions HERE - thanks for the link, Mangler!

Texas College Championship Wrestling 46

Jacoby (LW) versus Carson (LW)

The young men of TCCW were quickly getting over their shock as the new reality of the expanded federation set in. The new wrestlers were all pretty cool and seemed excited to be a part of the club.

Of course it was the TPW wrestlers that had the harder adjustment. Carson had been one of the most active participants in TPW before its demise. He understood why it had folded - the combination of costs were high and TPW had been far less successful at getting their fans to pay for the shows. Insurance alone had cost more than TPW could raise from their fans.

As Carson circulated a new reality was becoming clear to him. TCCW had no older lightweights. He had not met anyone in his weight class over 20. As an 23-year old, college graduate lightweight, he felt oddly out of place.

One thing had become clear to all the TPW guys - if they wanted to see action, they would have to be the ones to issue challenges. His buddies Jackson and Clay had booked themselves to fight each other this Saturday, but he didn't want to fight the same people. Joining TCCW was a whole new opportunity to try his skills out.

Carson moped through the gym the next Saturday. Back in TPW, he had not had a weekend without a match since his first year in the league!

"Stop it," he told himself. "Stop feeling sorry for yourself."

Carson snapped himself out of his negative mood. The only reason he was not wrestling was because HE had not challenged anyone.

"The only one who's going to look out for me is me," he thought.

With new resolve, Carson looked around the gym. He saw no other lightweights working out, but the smallest man in the gym was close to a lightweight. He was doing bench press with the free weights. The guy was struggling with his reps, clearly working towards failure, but having to set the bar down before he reached it for safety.

Carson walked up and said, "Want a spot to finish?"

The guy said, "Sure."

Carson stepped in and moved his hands under the barbell. The guys finished another set, the TCCW wrestler finally getting the maximum benefit from his workout. The TCCW wrestler sat up, checked out his pump through his thin tee shirt. Carson extended his hand.

"Hi, I'm Carson." The TCCW wrestler nodded. Carson felt uncomfortable with silence. He added, "From TPW."

"I kinda figured that out. Are you a lightweight?"

"Yeah, I am. You?"

"Are you any good?"

"I'm not bad. I held the title for a little while and was always competitive, even with middleweights."

The TCCW wrestler just nodded. Carson couldn't let the silence hang. He quickly said, "Wanna wrestle next week? Even if you're a middleweight, I don't mind, really."

The TCCW wrestler nodded. "Sure. Standard match? Pinfall or submission?

Carson said, "Sure. That would be great. You never told me your name. I should probably know that before we wrestle, especially if I'm going up a class."

"You're not. I'm a lightweight. I'm just a little pumped from my workout."

"Cool, that's even better. But what about your name?"

"My name? It's Jacoby."

"Nice to meet you Jacoby."

*****

INTRODUCING FIRST, MAKING HIS TCCW DEBUT, WEARING THE BLUE SPEEDO AND BOOTS, WEIGHING IN AT 146 POUNDS, HERE IS CARSON!

The crowd gave a modest round of applause for the newcomer. There were a few fans from TPW who screamed loudly. Carson had been a real fan favorite.

It was a little weird for Carson to go back to being an unknown. But he managed to look at the bright side, thinking it was a chance to allow him to win over a whole new group of fans.

Carson looked lean and strong in his blue speedo and short amateur boots. Being 23, his body was harder and more developed than many of the other lightweights inTCCW. He flashed his winning smile at won a few hearts in the crowd. 
Carson had a handsome face and spiky blond hair. He waved and moved to his corner, anxious to be back in action.

AND HIS OPPONENT, WEIGHING INAT 155 POUNDS, WEARING THE BLACK TRUNKS AND BOOTS, HERE IS JACOBY!

There was an oddly mixed reaction to Jacoby, which surprised Carson. He expected the handsome, ripped 19-year old to be very popular. Jacoby came jogging out looking strong. Jacoby was one of the most powerful and muscular lightweights in TCCW. He had proven himself against lightweights and middleweights as a fierce competitor.

He had even defeated Gerritt, a heavyweight, although the less said about that match the better. That match had been the first sign that there was more to Jacoby than his innocent looking face revealed.

The ref brought the wrestlers to the middle and had them shake. Carson turned to head back to his corner. When he was halfway there, he heard the bell ring. At almost the exact same moment he was sent flying!

Jacoby had made like he was heading back to his corner, but in fact he watched the timekeeper. When he went to ring the bell, Jacoby charged. The end result was Carson being taken completely unaware as Jacoby leapt into the air, his knee connecting with the middle of Carson's back!

Carson flew forward into the corner. His head connected with the padding and he slumped over the top turnbuckle, arms draped to the side. Even though Carson recovered quickly, Jacoby was quicker. He was on him in a flash.

Jacoby spun Carson around and landed two hard fists to Carson's washboard stomach! There was no fat there and 
the fists bounced off. Still, the second fist sunk in a little deeper into the hard flesh.

Carson doubled over as the ref started to count to five. Jacoby lifted Carson back to standing and smirked as the ref hit 
five. Instead of moving off, Jacoby drove forward and slammed his knee into Carson's gut. Jacoby's ripped thigh dug into the abs again. As Carson moved to lean forward in reaction, Jacoby used his elbow to hold his head up and back.

Jacoby could hear the ref admonishing him, but he couldn't have cared less. He lifted his knee upwards again. The match 
was barely a minute old and Jacoby had already laid waste to the unsuspecting Carson.

Jacoby again drove his knee into Carson's reddening and softening midsection. The ref was trying to get Jacoby to break, 
but he landed three more fists instead. Only then would he move out to stop the count. The ref moved forward, but Jacoby immediately moved in again. He wasn't going to let Carson recover. Not for a second!

Carson couldn't believe it. He had done nothing in hisTCCW debut. If he didn't turn things around, this would be the worst defeat of his wrestling career!

The match hardly seemed like a match at all. It was obvious that Jacoby had planned this out perfectly, as Carson continued to suffer helplessly. The older wrestler had not been given even one moment to catch his breath since Jacoby's Pearl Harbor attack at the bell.

The crowd was yelling, but Jacoby never cared what they thought.

Jacoby started another wave of fists. His hands drove in, cutting into the muscle like it was nothing anymore. Carson was coughing at each blow. The match was maybe two minutes old. It was a lot of punishment to absorb in such a short time.

The ref got more involved. He hated to see Carson not be given a chance. At the end of yet another five count, he blocked Jacoby from continuing.

From outside the ring, Carson's buddies were screaming at the ref to get the match under control. With the ref was distracted for a moment, Jacoby was again free to continue his work. Jacoby reached out and locked on a claw. His powerful fingers plunged into the flesh, grasping the muscles and tearing them from Carson's body.

Carson wailed from the pain. The ref turned back and saw Jacoby. He did not even bother counting. "Jacoby, the corner is neutral. Break or be disqualified!" Jacoby responded not by breaking, but instead by using the claw to pull Carson from the corner! The 23-year old yelled as he was forced forward by his ab muscles alone.

Jacoby released the claw and watched Carson drop to his hands and knees, gasping for air. Jacoby looked at the ref and said, "Happy? We're not in the corner any more." The ref contemplated disqualifying Jacoby right then, but Carson reached up and slammed a fist into Jacoby's abs. The ref decided to let the match continue as Carson might show some life.

Jacoby stumbled back, but was relatively unfazed by the blow. One fist would not harm Jacoby. Carson tried to stand, but Jacoby was on him again. Jacoby reached down and grabbed Carson between his legs and over his shoulder. Jacoby hoisted Carson up, like an Olympic weightlifter doing the clean portion of the clean and jerk. With Carson in the air, Jacoby dropped him down over his knee in a gutbuster! The move was especially devastating after the cruel torture Jacoby had already dished out!

Jacoby lifted again and dropped him again. This time Carson went completely limp. He needed a break of some kind. He had taken more abuse in this short match than he had at any time in TPW. Jacoby rolled Carson off his knee and watched Carson fall onto his back, lifeless. Jacoby delivered three elbow drops across Carson's stomach, then three stomps to Carson's abs and raised his arms in victory.

The crowd booed. They wanted to see two studs wrestling, not one guy ambushing another and then gutpunching him into a pulpy mess.

Jacoby dropped to his knees and thrust his hands down for another claw! He clamped one hand into Carson's stomach and used his other to grab a handful of Carson's hair. He pulled the TPW lightweight to his feet and kept the claw locked tightly. The crowd continued to boo and started to call for an end to the match. Jacoby ignored the boos and the cries and decided to have a little more fun. He would keep up the pressure until Carson submitted. He hoped it would not be for awhile.

This was fun!

Jacoby held Carson's abs tightly in the claw. He forced Carson back into the corner, never letting up at all. Carson's eyes were watering from the pain. He could barely remain conscious as his guts were torn from his body.

The referee started to worry when he saw that the older competitor was crying from the pain. He asked Carson if he submitted, but Carson could not focus enough to speak. The relentless and very specific attack had done incredible damage. Carson finally managed to start nodding his head. The referee asked Carson to confirm that the nod was a submission.

Before Carson could process the question, Jacoby released the claw. Carson let out a big sigh. As he did, Jacoby fired a fist into the soft abs. Carson grunted again, coughing violently. Jacoby laughed at his pain and hammered another fist into Carson's ruined midsection.

Carson summoned his strength enough to blurt out, "No more, please, no more! ARGH!"

Those words were not all he blurted out. As he said them, Jacoby was already in mid-swing, when the submissions started Jacoby stepped into the fist and put all 155-pounds of hard muscle into it.

BLAT! SPLAT!

Much to everyone's surprise, Carson let loose the contents of his stomach. They flowed forth onto the mat. He fell to his knees retching. Jacoby jumped back, barely avoiding being hit. The ref signaled the bell and knelt down to comfort the beaten and battered Carson.

Jacoby raised his arms and did a partial victory lap around the ring, avoiding the mess on the other side. When he was done, Jacoby saw Carson sitting back on his haunches, nodding as the ref asked him if he was okay. Jacoby walked over and extended his hand.

Carson looked at him and wanted to tell him to screw off, but he couldn't speak. Carson thought, "Don't be a suck. He had just had an awesome game plan." Carson had never seen or heard of anyone in TPW being so relentless, not even the heavyweights.

Carson finally reached up to take Jacoby's hand. As he did, Jacoby lifted his hand away and moved it forward quickly.

SLAP!

Jacoby slapped the stunned Carson across the face. He said, "You think you're good enough to shake with me? Get real. Be glad I went easy on you." Jacoby turned his back on the ailing stud but immediately turned around again. "Oh, welcome to TCCW, loser."

*****

Jacoby moved behind the curtain confidently. There was a group of wrestlers milling about, all were focussed on him. Jacoby smiled broadly, clearly proud of himself.

"What was that? You had the guy beat and you just kept pushing. Why?"

Jacoby turned to see Cody staring him down. Jacoby smirked. He said, "Because I can."

Cody was less than enthused by the response. "Jacoby, you better watch out. You can't keep pulling this shit."

"Looks like I can, buddy. If these guys can't take it, they should stay out of the ring."

"We're wrestlers, Jacoby, not boxers, not NHB fighters, wrestlers. We're supposed to be enemies out there, but friends back here. Locker room camaraderie is essential, dude. If anyone should stay out of the ring, it's you."

Jacoby shrugged and said, "Cody, even you can't bring me down. Like I told that loser - welcome to TCCW."

THE END