Buzz (LT) vs. Greg (Townie Other)  kon_el_superboy 

Two days after beating Scott for the fraternity championship, Buzz was still on a high. Winning the fraternity singles belt was very important to him. Let other guys wrestle for fun. Buzz only competed to win. In anything he did, he did it full on.

Buzz was especially proud of this win because he had had to fight for it. Buzz didn't like anything to be easy. It had definitely been a hard fought battle, but he had come through over his Kappa Chi rival Scott.

Since it was still early in the school year, with only the athletes and a few others on campus, things were quiet. Still, the men of Lambda Theta decided to celebrate with Buzz.

Twenty of them drove into town, not wanting to stay on campus. The bars on campus were militant about checking identification. The in-town bars made a fortune off thirsty underage young men. Since the locals knew each other, no one was worried about being busted.

Most of the locals hated it when a gang of snots from Simpson came in. However, the money the kids spent was too much to pass up. In response, the most popular bars had divided their establishments into two halves to keep trouble to a minimum.

The Lambdas had decided to go to Billy Joe's, a seedy dive. Every few weeks, they hosted the TWWA, the Texas Worldwide Wrestling Association. The TWWA was an independent pro wrestling club. The boys thought it would be a perfect way to celebrate to have a few drinks and watch some wrestling.

When the Lambdas came strolling in, they were pumped for a night of partying. They entered, loud and obnoxious. The fraternity brothers ordered their Bud Lights and looked around. The Simpson side of the bar was dead.

Buzz tossed the fraternity belt on the bar. He had brought it to show it off, but so few people were there that it seemed crazy to lug it around. The fraternity belt was huge, outshining any professional belt.

Buzz took his beer in hand and chugged it down, immediately getting another.

The bartender hated these punks and their attitude but he depended on these brats for tips, so he had to be nice. As he looked at the shiny belt on the counter, he asked about it. Alex said, "Man, Buzz just won this. He's officially the toughest shit in town!"

Buzz overheard. He puffed out his chest and grabbed the belt from the bar, locking it around his waist. He posed, letting the bartender get a good glimpse at the gold on him. The bartender whistled as though impressed. Inside, he thought these kids were idiots. Tough? What do privileged brats know about tough?

It was then that he got an idea. Buzz tossed the belt back onto the bar. The bartender rubbed it and smiled. He knew exactly what to do.

Several of the Lambdas had already gone over to the locals' side to catch the wrestling. The bartender decided to be a great guy. He gave free tequila shots to the men, as his way of congratulating them. The boys jumped at the chance and pounded them back. The bartender gave Buzz two more, as he was "the toughest shit in town."

With Buzz and his friends feeling good after a few beers and several shots, the bartender said, "Man, you should show this off in there. Bet those fake wrestlers would like to see a real belt on a real tough guy. They just pretend to be tough, not like you, right?"

One of Buzz's frat friends said, "They are all fakes. They're lucky you don't kick their asses." The men of Lambda Theta all chimed in, telling Buzz that he had really won his belt and that those pussies in the next room couldn't last five minutes with him.

The men of Lambda Theta charged across the bar, into the locals side, ready to show them a real wrestler with a real belt.

Finally, when the college boys were primed, the bartender told them to get their asses into the next room. Buzz grabbed his belt and put it around his waist. He cinched it tight around his rock hard torso. The Lambdas charged in, loud and disrupting the locals' show. Buzz bellied right up to the front. He crossed his big arms across his chest and watched. They were just at the end of the card, introducing the final match - a title bout between the Champ, a young stud named Greg "The Body" Maxim and an old-timer named The Professor.

(Check out Greg's picture in the Townies Other section and if you get a chance to see a live show with him in it, take advantage! WOOF!)

As the Champ entered, the Lambdas screamed at him, calling him a wimp and a fake. They continued to harass him as he approached the ring, even throwing garbage at him. Greg was getting pissed at the guys. They did a card every two or three weeks in White's Grove and never faced this kind of abuse. It wasn't fun; it was personal.

After a few pointed insults about his sexuality and his mother, Greg said to the group, "What's your fucking problem? Shut up and let these people enjoy the show."

"What show? All we see is an old man (referring to the Professor) and a punk. Fuck, man, you call that a belt?" the Lambda laughed. "That's a fucking belt, loser!" He pointed at Buzz, who had said nothing but his eyes held challenge.

Greg looked at Buzz. He said, "What the fuck is that?"

The proud Lambda said, "It's the Simpson College fraternity belt, loser. That's a real belt. He actually wrestled a guy to win that, not like the fake pussy shit you do."

Greg was pissed. The Professor had come over to see the problem. This was not part of the show. The Professor whispered into Greg's ear. He had been on the Indy circuit for a long time. He knew how to handle audience members who thought they were tough.

Greg nodded. He walked over to Buzz and stared him in the eye. At 6'2" and 225, Greg was giving up height and weight. But Greg knew how to handle himself.

Greg marched up to Buzz and said, "What's up with your fucking friends? You put them up to this, tough guy?"

Buzz did not react. He enjoyed intimidating the so-called pro-wrestler. A Lambda said, "Why don't you just run around the ring, do your fairy moves and keep your mouth shut? Otherwise Buzz here might kick your ass for REAL, punk. We do REAL wrestling at Simpson."

Greg smirked. Buzz was big, but Greg had been a pro since he was 16. Now, at 22, he was already a Champion. He knew it wasn't long until the WWF came knocking. Greg said to Buzz, "You think you can take me in a shoot match? Then prove it."

Buzz smiled back. He was more than ready to show his stuff in front of a whole new audience. Buzz stepped over the barrier and looked down at Greg. Buzz said, "Sure, I'll take on the Indy Chump. May as well show all these hicks a real man. Of course, when I kick your ass, you might be out of a job. Guess I'll be the Indy Champ, too."

Greg said, "Yeah? You want to bet on that? Okay, punk, this is a title match. Yours against mine."

Buzz hesitated, but masked it well. He showed no emotion. His brothers accepted the challenge for him. Greg leapt into the ring and spread his arms, challenging Buzz to enter. The ring attendant grabbed Greg's belt and Buzz's.

The match was announced. Buzz versus Greg for the titles.

The match was announced. The drunk Lambdas screamed to Buzz, while the locals cheered for their man Greg.

Greg was 6'2" and 225 pounds of solid muscle. He was a great looking stud, exactly the kind that attracts fans - he had talent and personality. Greg wore shiny blue squarecut trunks with a suggestively located silver triangle on the front and silver bands around the waist and leg openings.

Buzz was 245 pounds perfectly fitted onto his 6'3" frame. Buzz pulled off his shirt, letting Greg and the locals see his incredibly hard body. There were whistles from the women in the crowd. Buzz pulled off his boots and dropped his pants. Under them, he wore white briefs. Greg laughed out loud.

Buzz pulled his boots back on and climbed into the ring. Buzz wasn't ashamed to be seen in his gitch. In fact, he liked the feeling. But Greg signaled one of the organizers and yelled something at him. Greg turned back and said, "Buddy, this is pro, not your basement. Put on some trunks."

The attendant came out with a pair of trunks identical to Greg's. He tossed them to Buzz. Buzz shrugged. After the beer and tequila shots, he was feeling good. He dropped his white cotton briefs in the center of the ring and pulled the trunks on over his boots. There were gasps from the audience as woman turned away. Or at least they pretended to turn away.Buzz pulled at the front of the trunks and said loudly, "Man, these are tight. Guess you really don't have the balls I do, sport."

Greg sneered at the cheap shot. He raised his hands for a test of strength. Buzz nodded approvingly. The two enemies locked hands, slowly. They faced off, their muscles straining for supremacy.

Buzz quickly gained the advantage, but greg stepped back and drove a boot to his midsection! Buzz's reaction time was slow, as the shots and beers had dulled his senses. Greg delivered a second boot and then charged forward, clotheslining Buzz to the mat.

Buzz snapped back like his head had been taken off. Of course it virtually had. Greg had left nothing out of the move. Buzz struggled to his feet. He was ready to kick some pro ass!

Greg maneuvered behind Buzz and grabbed him by the neck. Greg moved back and dragged Buzz down in a killer neckbreaker!

Greg picked Buzz up and slammed him to the mat with full force. There was no slow release to cushion the frat stud's fall. This was for real. Buzz shot up like a rocket, his back sending waves of pain through him. Greg hoisted him up again and wrapped his arm around Buzz's neck. Greg pulled on the trunks and up Buzz went.

Greg suplexed Buzz down hard! Instead of releasing his grip, Buzz was dragged up again and suplexed for a second time. Greg suplexed him twice more, leaving Buzz writhing on the mat.

Buzz slid on the mat, his back in pain from the series of hard moves. He moved slowly, unable to keep up with Greg's powerful force. In the battle between the irresistible force and the immovable object, Buzz was proving to be very movable.

Greg was feeling good. It had been a while since he had gotten to wrestle anyone stiff. As a good-looking young stud, he had had to prove himself when he started in TWWA. The old-timers had wrestled him hard, trying to break him. But Greg did not break and now was respected by his peers.

But old memories came back to him. Greg knew how to deliver real moves that could put anyone down.

The two wrestlers faced off in the ring. Buzz was in real pain, but refused to show it. The alcohol that dulled his reaction times was also dulling his pain. He flexed for the crowd, again displaying his hard gym-built body. Greg was a stud, but nothing compared to Buzz.

With Buzz's arm raised, Greg drove forward, planting his fist into Buzz's wide-open gut. Greg put his whole arm and shoulder behind the punch!

Buzz stumbled back, shocked by the quick thrust. The crowd cheered for Greg. Greg had immediately pulled his hand back in pain. The gut didn't give at all. It felt more like a steel wall! But Greg hid his reaction. His weight had been enough to send Buzz into the corner.

Greg sent another big fist into Buzz's gut. Buzz doubled over in reaction but the muscles held, thanks to the workouts with medicine balls and sit-ups.

Greg grabbed Buzz tight in a headlock and drove Buzz's head down into the mat! It was the toughest bulldog he had ever received! Buzz rolled around, completely stunned. CRASH! Greg came down on Buzz, driving his elbow into Buzz's gut. He jumped up and crashed into Buzz again. Buzz hadn't expected this at all and when a 220lb guy falls on you, you feel it. Buzz tried to roll out of the ring, to regain his composure, but Greg grabbed hold of Buzz's neck and trunks, pulling Buzz back into the middle of the ring.

Buzz, through his haze, realized that he needed time to recoup. Greg had taken it to him hard and fast. Buzz turned and drove his fist into Greg's pouch.

Greg doubled over and Buzz got to his feet. Buzz was not shocked to hear the crowd booing! Buzz ignored them and charged at Greg. Buzz grabbed his waistband and pulled him up. Buzz started leveling fists into the small of his back.

Greg's back was thickly muscled and withstood the assault. Buzz's hand started to hurt, but Buzz was able to ignore it. Greg struggled to escape, but Buzz stayed out of his reach and held tight on his waistband.

Buzz had landed probably ten solid shots when Greg managed to get away. Greg charged back and drove an elbow into the side of Buzz's head.

Buzz went flying back onto his hard ass! Buzz sprang up, only to be tackled down. The pro champ not only wrestled, but he definitely played football! Buzz was flat on his back, winded, Buzz's abs aching from the early attacks.

Buzz was having trouble flexing his muscles, the alcohol dulling his reactions. Greg moved over Buzz and sat on Buzz's face, the weight crushing down on him. Buzz could feel Greg's hands moving on his hard abs.

Then, Buzz felt nothing but pain. Greg was giving Buzz an ab claw. His big tough fingers digging in and tearing Buzz's stomach apart. Buzz tried to throw him off, but he was planted firm! Buzz's ab wall was collapsing and Buzz was yelling. Buzz's feet kicked up and down as Greg kept destroying the taut, ripped stomach!

Greg broke off the claw, but then he drove his fists into Buzz's stomach. He landed twenty quick punches into Buzz's abs, which were now soft! He finally rolled off Buzz and Buzz gasped for breath. Greg reached under the waistband of Buzz's trunks and pulled Buzz onto his stomach. He started driving his fists into the small of Buzz's back. He clawed Buzz's back and dropped knees into it. All the while, Buzz was flailing like a fish on the mat. He kept going, never letting up, never letting Buzz catch his breath!

Buzz wailed and the crowd howled with laughter. Buzz was being taken apart by the pro wrestling tough guy. Buzz couldn't think straight as pain filled his body.

Greg finally stopped working on Buzz's back and moved off. Buzz struggled up to his feet. Greg was standing across the ring. He turned to face Buzz, hands on hips, sweating, but looking so confident. He sauntered over to Buzz and slapped his belly. "Come on, muscle boy, hit me! I dare ya to hit me! I'll give ya a free shot!"

The crowd was yelling for him to do it, but buzz could make out his friends telling him not to do it. Buzz scoffed at them. He knew he had not exactly impressed anyone, but a free shot was a free shot. The Lambda Thetas had seen what Buzz had not. They moved forward to break up this massacre, but the other wrestlers blocked them. Several townies stood up and made menacing moves. The Lambdas sat back down, unable to do anything but watch their champ and President be destroyed.

Buzz couldn't believe that Greg was serious. Buzz cocked his fist back and prepared to level a wicked shot into his stomach. Buzz's eyes moved lower and Buzz thought about another low blow. It had worked last time … Buzz fired Buzz's fist into his huge package!

The Lambdas winced and the crowd clapped. No one was surprised by Buzz's attempted low blow. In the ring, the blow had put down one wrestler, just not the one expected.

Buzz's hand practically shattered and Buzz stumbled back in agony. Buzz fell into the corner, sitting on mat, arms over the bottom rope. The crowd was booing Buzz for trying to cheat!

Greg reached into his trunks and pulled out a metal cup! He tossed it outside the ring. He had put it in when Buzz was getting up! The pro stud knew what Buzz would do. The crowd knew what Buzz would do. The frat studs knew what Buzz would do. And he did it. Buzz's hand was near-broken!

The crowd was cheering Greg insanely. Buzz sat in the corner as Greg walked forward. When he got close, Buzz threw out Buzz's leg, kicking him hard in his stomach! WHUMP! Greg didn't feel a thing! He brushed Buzz's leg away, leapt onto the second rope and came crashing down on Buzz's big chest! He jumped up and did it again! The crowd started counting, which was brutal - it meant that he would keep going! Buzz tried to slide away, but Greg moved so fast, like a cat! He moved impossibly fast.

Buzz learned later that it was he who was moving slow, not Greg moving fast, that's how far gone Buzz was from the punishment and the booze. After twelve of these drops, Buzz's pecs collapsed from the punishment!

Greg sat on Buzz like the conquering hero, flexing for the crowd. He reveled in the applause. The local boy who had risen to the heights of the local Indy scene was now striking a blow for all of them. The brats at Simpson thought they were so much better than everyone else was.

Buzz was a tough guy, but he was ready to be pinned by this point! Buzz's chest, abs, back and hand were all useless! Greg reached down and dragged Buzz out of the corner by Buzz's ankles. He slid Buzz like a slab of beef.

Greg hoisted Buzz's big, limp body into the air. He carried Buzz in his arms, then dropped Buzz hard over his knee! The over-the-knee backbreaker was excruciating! While Buzz was in that position, Greg started moving his arm. Without drawing attention to it, he flexed his bicep into Buzz's balls, moving his beefy arm and playing with them. The Professor had told him to humiliate the frat boy and Greg knew just how to do it.

The crowd noticed Buzz's package growing and started booing and screaming, appalled at the deviant thrill the football star was receiving. All the while Buzz's back was being snapped in two!

Buzz was yelling for mercy, but none was forthcoming. Buzz was moaning in pain as his body was weakening further and further. His trunks showed the only sign of life from him as the thrill of conflict and Greg's rubbing had aroused him. Greg tossed Buzz off his knee. He reached down and picked Buzz up.

Greg put Buzz's head between his legs and wrapped his hands around Buzz's waist. He lifted and Buzz flipped over his shoulder. When Buzz was halfway, he held tight, so Buzz was suspended over his shoulder in a back breaker. Buzz hung there, beaten and battered, while Greg paraded his carcass around the ring. Buzz's eyes were open and Buzz could the crowd, upside down, spinning before me. They looked crazed, wild, as they cheered their local hero!

Buzz's back felt like it would snap. In Buzz's ear, Buzz could hear Greg yelling, "Give it up, frat boy! Give it up or I'll break your puny back! Quit and tell the world who the real champ is!"

Buzz couldn't resist any more, he screamed out his submission, but it wasn't enough. Greg made Buzz admit that he was the new frat champ.

Greg hoisted Buzz aloft into a rack. He stretched out the big beast of a football player, suspending him helplessly. He heard Buzz start to cry out, so he lightened the pressure. Greg was not done with the fraternity stud quite yet.

With The Professor giving him a signal, Greg smiled. He slid one hand onto Buzz's balls in the rack. Instead of crushing them, he worked them in his hands. Buzz's cock was still rock hard from the backbreaker.

Buzz moaned as the combination of pleasure and pain worked with the alcohol to lessen his inhibitions. He bucked on Greg's shoulders as he felt himself giving in. Buzz's arms hung limply down, as did his legs. The only part of him not completely limp and defeated was his big member, which strained against the trunks he had been given.

Buzz felt himself getting close and begged Greg to stop. He could barely get the words out as his breath sped up. As Greg fondled his balls, Buzz finally submitted completely. Buzz moaned his submission again and again, begging Greg to show his mercy and not finish what he was doing!

But Greg kept going. Seconds later, Buzz shot off his huge load, the one that had been building for days, ever since he took Scott to the mats. Greg felt the wetness in Buzz's trunks and felt the big stud shudder on his shoulders. Greg said, "Ring the bell!" The ref rung the bell and Greg dropped the defeated stud to the mat.

Buzz crawled on the ring, defeated and humiliated as the locals laughed at the giant wet spot in his trunks. The Professor shook hands with Greg and congratulated him on a job well done. These mouthy boys had to be dealt with.

Greg looked around, wanting to finish this job. There was one more humiliating act that Buzz would perform before Greg would let him go.

Greg looked around. He saw the belts. He signaled the guy at ringside to hand him both his own belt and the fraternity belt. Greg slung the TWWA belt over his shoulder. He carried the fraternity belt in one hand and the mic in the other.

Mic in hand, Greg announced to the crowd, "Any of you other frat boy pussies want a shot at me?" No one volunteered. Greg walked back to Buzz who was lying in the ring, spent and moaning. Greg kicked at Buzz and dropped the fraternity belt onto him. Greg said, "GET UP, BOY! Who wants to see this boy put the belt on the NEW FRATERNITY CHAMPION?"

The crowd went crazy. Greg pulled Buzz to his knees by the hair and turned his back on Buzz. Buzz, through his daze, saw the belt. He hated to do it, but his mouth had written the check, now he had to pay. The only other choice was to fight and he knew this pro wrestler would just kick his ass again.

The Lambda boys were powerless to intervene. There were twenty of them and even though they were tough, there were twenty wrestlers and five times as many local men. Besides, the law would be on the locals' side if they started anything. Everyone knew that the locals could get away with fighting, but the University guys who fought always spent a night, sometimes two, in the "drunk tank."

Buzz put the belt around Greg's feet and lifted, the entire time staring at Greg's firm butt as Greg trashtalked him as a pathetic loser. It was the most humiliating moment of Buzz's life as he secured the belt onto Greg's solid waist.

Greg turned and looked down at Buzz kneeling before him. Greg said, "Looks good, don't it BOY?" He lowered the mic to Buzz's mouth but Buzz said nothing. "I'M TALKING TO YOU, BOY!" At Buzz's continued silence, Greg was furious. He slammed a forearm into the side of Buzz's head and floored him.

Buzz fell back and grunted as he tried to rise. Greg slid behind him and slapped on a sleeper! Buzz cried out in pain. Greg dragged him kicking and groaning to the corner. Greg climbed to the second turnbuckle and pulled Buzz up!

Greg held Buzz aloft in the sleeper. Buzz hung limply in the hold. Greg bounced a couple of times on the second rope, letting the assembled mob get a good look at the muscular stud's sleeping body.

Finally, when he had had enough of Buzz, Greg released the hold, unceremoniously dumping the big linebacker onto the mat. Buzz crumpled in a heap. Greg dragged him to the center of the ring.

Greg pulled the trunks he had given Buzz off his muscle bound body. Buzz was dead to the world and did not react. The rack and subsequent sleeper had been far too much for him.

Greg lifted the now naked Buzz into the air and carried his limp carcass to the ropes. He threw Buzz out of the ring, down to the concrete floor like a bag of garbage. The locals doused Buzz's naked, beaten body with beer and garbage. They mocked the unconscious stud mercilessly.

Greg put his arms up in the ring and paraded for the cheering locals. With the big fraternity belt around his waist, Greg pointed at the 20 Lambda Theta brothers and said, "Any of you want this back, we're back in town in three weeks. Just try and get it back. We'll leave a special place on the card for you."

Greg laughed all the way to the back with his two shiny belts and his buddies patting hm on the back.

The cocky pro wrestler left to a mountain of cheers from the assembled locals, who loved to see the arrogant University boys used and abused.

The guys from Lambda, knowing that they had gotten their President into this, rallied around their beaten stud and carried him out. The locals jeered them loudly all the way into the parking lot. Buzz was placed in the back of the Jeep Cherokee and taken back to the fraternity house.

The next morning, Buzz commiserated with his housemates. Not only had he been beaten, stripped and humiliated in front of the local hicks, he had lost the coveted belt. The belt had history, including engraved plates that listed the names of every fraternity champion since the beginning. It would be disastrous to tell everyone that he had lost it.

The Lambda brothers united together. They had time because Buzz could claim it was being engraved if anyone asked to see it. But they still had to get that belt back or be the laughing stocks of the University.Buzz resolved then and there to train and work hard. In three weeks, he would go back and get that belt back, no matter what he had to do.

THE END