Scott (KC) vs. Buzz (LT) One kon_el_superboy 

The title match was scheduled for Beta Chi's basement, which was actually another house that they nicknamed the Basement. Only one fraternity house, Epsilon Xi, actually had a basement. Most of the fraternities used their attics or other rooms to host matches on mats.

But Beta Chi was not like most fraternities. Their alumni and members had money. Unlike the guys of Sigma Sigma, who were the sons of the new rich - technology millionaires and the like - the Betas were from a long line of millionaires.

Years prior, one of the wrestling alumni had given everyone a place to go. He had secured the large house next to the Beta house. He had given the house to the men of Beta Chi for as long as they always continued wrestling.

The large, four-story Victorian home had been gutted and redesigned inside. The second floor was removed, giving them high ceilings. The place was now a state of the art gym and workout center. No longer did the Beta Chi have to associate with the masses.

The main floor had a gym with a full-scale professional ring. The upper floors held five mat rooms, ranging from 12' x12' for private matches to one large space that could accommodate audiences and more than one match at a time. The title bout was going to take place in the large mat room.

Buzz, President of Lambda Theta, arrived an hour early to warm up and relax. He was accompanied by several of his Lambda Theta brothers. Buzz immediately stripped from his street clothes. The year prior he had had three shots at the title. He had been defeated each time.

Buzz could not believe that Scott, the President of the weakest fraternity on campus had beaten Kwesi, a superior stud who had ruled the fraternity wrestling for 8 months.

Buzz stretched out. He loved combat. He loved man-to-man battle, with the stronger man proving himself. At 6'3 and 245 pounds, Buzz was often the dominant male. He prided himself on being the Alpha Male in any situation. He was built like a brick house. He was a man that was solid, hard and able to withstand tremendous punishment.

Buzz pumped himself up. He was disappointed that Scott was not present yet. Buzz loved to workout nude in front of his opponent. His hard muscular and powerful body and his overpowering manhood were great intimidators. He loved to flex and pose before them, letting them know what a real man he was.

When he was warm and sure that Scott was not showing up until match time, he reached into his bag and pulled out his white squarecut trunks. The thin fabric was getting ratty and worn, but he loved them and would not change. He had worn them in every single match he had wrestled at Simpson.

A few minutes before the match was scheduled, more and more young men were arriving. Some Kappa Chi men arrived, hoping to see Scott kick Buzz's cocky ass. The men of Kappa Chi generally wrestled for fun and none ever considered being the champ. Scott's improbable victory last year had excited all of them.

Scott was a legend at Kappa Chi. He was one of the smartest men in the fraternity, which said a lot, brilliant and analytical. He was also an incredible physical specimen. The combination of the two made him the envy of all his fraternity brothers.

Scott arrived two minutes before the match. He carried the large, impressive championship belt over his shoulder. Scott had warmed up in private, knowing Buzz's penchant for pre-match intimidation. Scott was an impressive man, with a solid body, carrying 215 pounds on his well-proportioned 6' tall frame.

Scott wore blue wrestling trunks. Unlike Buzz, he wore a jock underneath his gear. They had agreed on submission, trunks only.

Garrison, as President of the host fraternity of Beta Chi, welcomed everyone and inaugurated the season. He signaled the start and left the mats to let the hunks battle it out.

Buzz and Scott circled. Buzz knew nothing of Scott's ability, never having seen him wrestle. He had to admit that, clothes off, Scott was an impressive stud. Buzz had never given Scott a second thought, but now realized that this guy was for real. Still, Buzz knew, Scott was nowhere near his league as a physical specimen.

On the other hand, Scott knew all about Buzz. Everyone did. The arrogant football star had developed a reputation by winning a lot. Scott knew that Buzz was a good pro-style wrestler. That is why Scott forced a submission match. Putting Buzz on the mats took away part of his arsenal.

The men circled. Buzz charged immediately expecting to take Scott down hard and fast. As Buzz charged, Scott braced for impact. He used a technique his frat brother Kurt had taught him and rolled with Buzz, landing atop the beast from Lambda Theta.

Scott and Buzz struggled on the mat, with Scott trying to maintain his top position. The men rolled back and forth, exchanging holds. Scott locked a body scissors around Buzz's waist and squeezed hard. He hammered two fists into Buzz's thick chest. It was similar to punching a brick wall!

Buzz rolled over and got on top of Scott. Scott held the scissors, but Buzz was barely affected. He went for fists as Scott tried to block them. Scott held Buzz's wrists tightly, but Buzz's overwhelming power broke free. He rained his fists down and punched Scott in the pecs, twice for each pec.

Scott released the scissors. Buzz tried to roll him for a full nelson but Scott slid to the side. The young men rolled on the floor, trying moves, with Scott countering everything he faced and Buzz powering out of everything Scott tried.

Together, they slid on the mat for ten minutes, struggling for dominance, but none was established. As they entered the tenth minute, Buzz was already gaining respect for Scott. He was a tough competitor. Buzz realized that this was no cakewalk.

Buzz had Scott in a reverse bearhug on the mat. He shook Scott hard and Scott bounced on the mat, he moved his hands back. Scott punched his mighty fists into the stone wall of muscle on Buzz's side. At the same time, he planted his feet and pushed to escape.

Scott had never felt a grip this tight before. Buzz was even stronger than he had thought. Buzz kept the pressure up but then opened his hands to lock on a front facelock. Scott slid under the grip and countered perfectly, locking on a side headlock on Buzz. Scott knelt on the mat, Buzz sprawled out behind him. Scott poured on the pressure, showing Buzz his own impressive strength. Scott was a muscle man too. These were two big boys playing like big boys.

Everything had been isometric, power and pressure, moves that rocked the bodies hard, doing maximum damage in minimum time. Still, the match had bee going on for a long time.

Buzz put both hands on Scott's back. He hammered two fists into Scott's wide expanse of muscle, but Scott did not release the headlock. Buzz hammered again, driving his fist higher on Scott's back. The blow between the shoulder blades produced the desired affect. Scott's grip loosened slightly.

Buzz pulled his head out of the headlock and immediately caught Scott by surprise. He thrust his arms upwards and locked on a full nelson before Scott could react. Buzz cranked hard, leaning back on the mat and stretching the Champ out. Scott moaned as Buzz cranked on the pressure.

Buzz had incredible strength and force behind his grip. He forced Scott on top of him and kept his hands locked tightly behind Scott's head. Buzz pushed up, forcing Scott's chin to his broad and heaving chest.

As Scott went limp for a moment from the pain, Buzz spread his legs, trying to lock Scott in a leg scissors. The Champ knew what Buzz was trying and he countered every attempt.

Scott knew that if Buzz locked on a scissors, it would be the end of his title reign as fraternity champion!

The tide of the match was turning. The first fifteen minutes had been a draw, with Scott escaping Buzz's powerful holds and Buzz powering out of Scott's moves. But now, Buzz had finally caught Scott and he cinched the hold in tightly.

Buzz lay on his back on the mat. He held Scott on top of him in the full nelson on the mat. The studs rolled back and forth as Scott struggled to break the hold. He tried powering out, but Buzz held him firm. Scott's thick arms and shoulders strained and flexed but to no avail.

Buzz held Scott tightly for minutes, both men straining against the other. Their muscled and tanned bodies struggled, the strain showing as they glowed from the sweat that covered them.

Buzz swung his legs, trying to lock Scott up in a scissors, but Scott kept his body moving. He would not allow Buzz to capture him. He could withstand the full nelson, but it Buzz locked his powerful legs around him, Scott doubted even he could withstand the force.

With his options becoming fewer and fewer, Scott went for the obvious. As he lay atop Buzz, his body stretched on display for the watching fraternity members; Scott spread his feet wide. With all deliberate speed, Scott arched his lower abdomen up, thrusting his hips into the air. Without warning, he dropped his hips down hard, thrusting his hard bubble butt into Buzz's rock solid torso!

Scott repeated the move, hammering his glutes into Buzz's abs. Buzz knew his abs were tougher, but Scott was able to get weight into each downward thrust. Buzz grunted as Scott used his body as a weapon. By the fifth time, Buzz was shaken enough that his full nelson weakened just for a split second. In that moment, Scott put all his strength into his arms and pulled down!

The watching frat boys gasped as Scott broke free from Buzz's hold. Scott rolled off Buzz quickly, spinning and delivering three quick fists to his abs. Buzz winced as the smart stud hammered his once-impenetrable muscle wall.

Scott got ready for another shot when Buzz lashed out with his own shot! Buzz drove his fist out, lowing it into Scott's unflexed pec muscle! Scott flew backwards, unable to keep on top of Buzz.

Buzz charged forward, driving into Scott and flattening him hard. He grabbed Scott in a headlock, using all his incredible might to crush the Champ's head. Scott hammered fists into Buzz's thickly muscled back, but Buzz was immovable.

Scott rolled in the hold, trying to break free. He moved beside Buzz and wrapped his arms around Buzz's waist. Scott applied his own pressure, squeezing Buzz's torso in an incredible bearhug. Both men held their grips tightly, refusing to relent.

The audience could only imagine the force being exuded by these two muscle men. It wasn't often a guy like Scott, who resembled a human tank at times, would be the weaker stud. It reminded everyone of how tough this year would be if you wanted to be a contender.

Barry, a sophomore and member of Kappa Chi, whispered to his friend Alan, also a sophomore in Kappa Chi, "Glad we're doing this for fun only. I am confident that my head would have actually been crushed like a walnut by now."

Alan laughed and nodded in agreement. Scott and Kurt were the guys who could actually wrestle in Kappa Chi. The rest were in this for fun, like the rest of the Kappa boys.

All eyes focused on the mats as the titans struggled. This was a brains vs brawn match and never before had Kappa had such a good chance of winning.

All eyes focused on the mats as the titans struggled. The battle of strength had been going on long enough that both men had developed a sheen of sweat. Scott released his bearhug-style grip and focused on opening Buzz's iron headlock.

The destructive force contained within Buzz's arms could crush a skull. Scott thrust his hands in and managed to wedge Buzz's arm open for a moment. In that split second, Scott slid his head back, pulling it free! He slid back on the mat, buying time as Buzz realized what had happened.

Scott had used Buzz's full-on man sweat like butter to slide on out. Buzz spun around, only to be met with a shoulder block! The stud with the 160 IQ leveled the football player with a perfect tackle. Scott grabbed Buzz's legs and bent them back.

Buzz was flipped onto his stomach and his legs were tortured mercilessly by the muscle Champ. Buzz slapped the mat in frustration as Scott cranked back hard. Buzz tried to push out of the hold but Scott held him down.

Scott positioned himself behind Buzz, locking his legs with his thigh. As Buzz reached back, trying to find a way to hammer Scott, Scott reached forward and grabbed his wrists. All of a sudden, Buzz found himself tied up like a bull.

Scott pulled so hard on Buzz's wrists that he pulled the giant linebacker's chest off the mat! Buzz let out a groan of pain, a great sign for Scott. Buzz had no power, no leverage in the killer submission hold. It was like a surfboard, only with his legs bound, too. Buzz struggled hard, his face revealing the pain of this hold.

Anyone in the room who doubted Scott's ability was getting a hard lesson now. Buzz was completely powerless. Scott said, "Submit? Come on, Buzz, I've got you?"

Buzz snarled like a caged animal. It was true; Scott did have him. Try as he might, he wasn't sure he could free himself. But he didn't have to, a fact he reminded Scott of. "Gotta make me submit, Scott, gotta make me submit. I could stay in this all day!"

Scott cranked back again, holding Buzz in this, both of them trying to exert their will. Scott finally realized that Buzz might be right. Maybe he could stay in this all day. He was barely moaning; there were no signs of an impending submission.

Still, Scott had accomplished a goal of his. He had weakened Buzz's big arms and shoulders. This was key for his best submission hold. Scott pulled back hard one more time, using all his weight and strength to bend the giant stud as far as he could.

Buzz roared but did not submit. Scott concentrated. Without telegraphing anything, he released the hold, using his grip to pull Buzz back into a sitting position. It was easy to slide Buzz on the wet mat, which was like an oil pit after over 20 minutes of these two monsters going at it.

Scott moved fast. He came up behind the unsuspecting Buzz. He towered over the larger stud and made his move. Scott reached down and grabbed Buzz's left arm. Before Buzz could move, Scott clamped on a tight arm bar, wedging the thick limb between his torso and forearm. Scott then clamped down hard on Buzz's shoulder!Scott's fingers forced their way into the flesh. At first Buzz thought the hold was weak. He used the first few moments to rest up. Scott was a much tougher guy than he had thought.

As Scott probed and clawed for weakness, Buzz noticed that the claw was hurting him. He felt the muscles in his thick shoulder being ripped asunder!

It was too late for him to react. For the first time in his life, Buzz felt muscle-bound. He could not reach back and hit Scott and he could not lift Scott, who had the leverage advantage. Buzz twisted and turned, all to no avail.

Buzz had come to respect Scott in this match. Trapped in this hold, with his arm shooting darts of pain, Buzz finally realized how Scott had defeated Kwesi. Buzz wanted to cry out his submission but his strength prevented it. He would not submit, he could not submit!

But as the pain grew, he knew a growing part of him wanted to submit desperately …

The assembled group could only imagine the pain running through the mighty stud right now. The claw looked devastating and those that had seen Kwesi submit to it doubted Buzz would be able to resist any better.

The nerve pinch that had put last year's champion out and given Scott the belt was weakening Buzz tremendously. He had never felt anything like it. The hold sapped not only the strength in his left shoulder and arm, but seemed to be affecting him all over.

Buzz winced and used the remaining power in his right arm to slap his hard left pec, trying to keep blood flowing to the left shoulder. The fraternity men surrounding the mats were watching silently as Scott took it to Buzz.

Scott's solid muscles were throbbing visibly, shaking as he squeezed hard. Buzz's conditioning was unbelievable. Scott had won the fraternity championship easier than this!

The power and strength in Buzz was unbelievable, it was what made him the number one linebacker on the team. He could concentrate and focus through pain. Two years prior he had played nearly the entire season with a broken hand.

Buzz summoned those memories now as his bulging pecs sagged and his thick, powerful right arm drooped to his side, while his power-packed left arm hung like a wet noodle in Scott's arm bar. Buzz's chiseled abs expanded and contracted with every breath now, breathing itself becoming harder.

Buzz used all his training and willed power into his mighty muscles. The Lambda Theta stud would not go down. He screamed a terrible roar, like an animal and drew his brawny legs into him. He could feel the sweat running off Scott and falling onto him like a rain shower. Buzz was sweating profusely as well.

The buckets of sweat that had been spent in the match made the mat slick. Buzz used that, planting his feet and driving back. Scott tried to hold position, but when 245 pounds of force crash back at you, very few men can withstand it!

The fraternity brothers watching the match were all excited by what they had seen. The claw had seemed to be finishing the match, but now Buzz's desperation push had turned the tide again!

Scott stumbled back, never releasing the nerve hold. As Scott stepped back, his bare left foot went right into a puddle of their man-sweat and he slipped. Instinctively, as he slipped, his grip on Buzz's left shoulder weakened.

Buzz seized the moment and twisted his body hard, first feinting left and then actually turning hard to his right. "AAAAAHHHHHH!" Buzz let out another scream as he broke free.

Buzz scrambled to his feet as a stunned Scott stood across the mat from him. Buzz looked more intimidating than ever. Scott looked at the monster. Buzz's thin white squarecuts were soaked through, becoming transparent. Scott took a good hard look at Buzz, who was all man.

Doubts crept into Scott's mind. Buzz puffed out his chest and made sure NOT to reflect the tremendous pain and weakness he felt. Scott had kept him down a lot. Buzz never wanted to let Scott know how close to victory he had been.

Scott and Buzz circled. No one could believe this marathon match was going to continue. As they moved around, Scott knew the slippery mat had cost him his hold. Scott grabbed a towel without taking his eyes from Buzz. He wiped his brow, hands and thick, heaving torso.

Buzz just watched Scott towel down. Neither stud was into men normally, but both loved combat. Buzz loved to face off and put his manhood on the line. This was a completely primal experience for him, both on the football field and man-to-man like this. As he watched his opponent towel his hard body, Buzz noticed he was hard. His thin white trunks, which were now drenched in sweat, bulged against his manhood, straining to contain the force.

Scott was hard, too. His thin pro trunks were soaking wet. Despite the tight jock he wore under the trunks, they still tented as he rubbed himself with the thick terry cloth. Scott had dominated Buzz, which was a thrill for him and proved his masculinity.

Scott finished and threw the towel at Buzz. Scott moved to another set of mats, dry ones. The crowd parted and let the gladiator through. Scott made a "come on" motion. Buzz used Scott's towel to clean himself off. He massaged his muscles and smiled a thin, mirthless smile at Scott.

Buzz now regretted badmouthing the Kappa Chi. Scott was a worthy opponent and maybe an equal. Buzz's respect had grown immensely. But Buzz was also impressed with himself. He knew now that his posing and act had paid dividends.

( The crowd parted and let the action move to another set of mats. Buzz took his time, seemingly drying off his torso thoroughly. But Buzz knew that he had been rocked by the terrible claw nerve hold. The more time he got, the better it would be.

Buzz finally finished and sauntered to the dry mat. Scott crouched, ready for action, but Buzz held up his hand. He said, "Let's finish this, Champ." Buzz extended his right hand. Scott was surprised. He knew that Buzz had thought of him as an illegitimate champ, as someone who could not have beaten Kwesi. Scott stood and accepted Buzz's hand. The surrounding Kappas actually clapped and the rest of the fraternity men did, too.

The two gladiators stepped back and got ready for another round. Both men knew that this would have to be it. They both felt weak and tired. Although neither knew how weak the other felt, the depth to their breathing gave a clue. The thick concrete slabs they called chests were rising and falling a mile a minute now.

Scott charged quickly. Buzz was ready. He grabbed Scott's right arm and dragged him to the mat. Buzz moved in behind Scott and wrapped his brawny arm around Scott's throat. He fell back, dragging Scott atop him. Buzz pulled back hard, wrenching Scott's neck.

Scott moaned involuntarily, revealing his weakness. As he felt Buzz tightening his grip, moving to a sleeper, Scott reached back and rained fists into Buzz's sides. Buzz was wider than Scott, making him an easier target.

Buzz felt the fists pounding into him. He was so tired that he felt every blow. He tried to hold the sleeper but the body shots weakened his hold with every shot.

The assembled fraternity men were in awe at the power being exuded. Neither young man was willing to give. Buzz finally tossed Scott off him to break the hail of fists.

As Buzz rolled onto his stomach, Scott leapt atop his back and he tried to lock on a full nelson. Scott straddled Buzz wide back. Scott reached under Buzz's dripping, hairy armpits and thrust his hands over Buzz's shoulders. Buzz winced in pain as he felt his still sore shoulders being forced into the hold. Buzz flexed his lats and shoulders, drawing his arms in and widening his back to its largest dimensions.

As Buzz flexed, Scott found that he could not lock his hands behind Buzz's head! The thick mountain of muscle was too much for him now to bend compliantly to his will. As Scott thrust to lock his hands again, Buzz ignored the weight on his shoulders and pushed up to his hands and knees, hoping to throw the big man riding him off. Scott wobbled but stayed on Buzz. It looked like a rider on a horse, as the muscle and sinew in Buzz's back popped with power.

Buzz, acting as the horse, bucked his torso and flipped the disoriented Scott onto the mat. Buzz knew he had to seize the advantage. Scott had been everything that he could have asked for in an opponent and more.

Buzz pulled Scott onto him. Buzz draped his thick legs around Scott's body. Buzz locked in the scissors, actually wrapping Scott's arms up and pinning them to the side. Scott was now helpless, but most thought Buzz had made a BIG mistake. No matter how hard he cranked the scissors, everyone doubted Scott would submit. His arms would protect him enough until he could break free.

Unknown to Scott and the observers, Buzz did not want a scissors submission. He merely wanted to avoid another barrage of fists raining onto him as he locked in his real submission hold. Buzz leaned over Scott. Scott was writhing back and forth, desperately trying to break out. Buzz looked down at the incredible chest and legs that he now controlled.

( The gathered fraternity brothers watched as the battle of the super studs winded down. Buzz clamped down hard on his smaller opponent. The scissors held Scott still, despite his best efforts to break free.

Instead of immediately locking on his submission, Buzz hammered his right fist into Scott's big pecs! Each blow stopped Scott from fighting for a couple of seconds. Buzz hammered down on the thick muscles, subduing Scott.

Buzz locked on a pec claw, crushing the muscles of his worthy opponent. Buzz appreciated Scott's strength. He admired the stud, knowing that as a Kappa, he was a top student but he also had the self-discipline to be a top athlete, too. Buzz admired strength and he admired dedication.

Scott moaned helplessly in the pec claw, feeling his steel muscle collapsing under the grip. Scott moaned, but refused to submit. Buzz squeezed harder, then let go, firing two more fists into Scott's pec. The muscle bounced as he did it, revealing the damage that had been done.

Scott's head rose as he winced in pain from the pain he was in. Buzz slid his arm over Scott's neck and cinched in his favorite submission hold. Scott was a big man in his own right, but wrapped up and completely compliant in Buzz's legs, he looked more like a child.

Scott could feel Buzz's thick erection digging into his back like a steel rod. He knew that Buzz had him at his mercy, but Scott would not submit. He tried to push back with his feet, moving back and forth, anything to turn the tide.

Buzz had his arm over top of Scott's neck and in perfect position now. He cranked back, locking in a Dragon Sleeper. Scott bucked wildly as Buzz locked the hold down tightly! The assembled crowd was gasping as the veins and muscles in Scott's now-red chest and thick neck bulged out from the pressure being applied!

Scott felt like he was being torn apart by the mighty football stud. Buzz tightened his grip on Scott's neck and squeezed the Dragon Sleeper hard. The linebacker wrenched Scott's neck in the submission hold.

Scott's eyes rolled back into his head as he was being put under. Buzz saw Scott weakening and said, "Come on, man, submit. I don't want to put you out."

Scott grunted, "No. No."

Buzz's admiration for him grew. Everyone knew what would happen but Scott would not submit. Buzz clamped down tighter. Scott's body went limp completely, only his erection remained hard as his body fell into unconsciousness.

One of the Kappas went over to them. As he approached, Buzz watched him. He was not worried about interference that was not going to happen. He watched as Barry lifted Scott's leg. It fell limply to the mat. Barry said, "That's it, dude. Let him go."

Buzz immediately did. He rolled Scott off him and Barry cradled Scott in his arms. Scott was the hero of Kappa Chi before this match. He had been President for two years running. Barry looked down at his massive, muscled body and nodded. He was even more of a hero for kappa Chi now.

Buzz was handed the belt. He went back to Scott. No one was sure what would happen. Buzz had a reputation for being cocky and not the best sport. When Scott woke up, he moaned. He had a wicked headache but Barry's massaging helped.

Scott heard from behind him, "Are you okay?"

Scott turned. It was Buzz, holding the belt in one hand. Scott nodded and turned away. Buzz said, "You really should have submitted. Could have avoided this." Scott nodded again. Buzz continued, "Scott, you're the toughest guy I have ever faced. Thanks for the match. Can we shake?"

Everyone was really surprised at Buzz's attitude. He normally gloated over his victims. Word had gone around that Buzz had not gloated over Blake in a private match either. Scott crawled to his feet. He faced Buzz and shook his hand.

Scott said, "Can't believe the claw didn't end it. You deserve that belt Buzz. Congrats."

Buzz smiled. The two studs agree