Gerritt vs. Rick - Part 1 tonywrestles2

Rick was in a lousy mood. He was still sore over his showing in the battle royale, his frat still didn't have anything close to an identity of its own, and life in general just seemed to be going out of its way to piss him off. The other guys in his frat either stayed out of the house or kept their heads down, since Rick was as likely to take out his irritation on one of them as he was the heavy bag down in their basement.

He listed to Professor Ripley drone on about standard derivatives, wondering how much more he could take before going nuts, while the late-fall day beckoned invitingly from the open windows. The hell with this, he decided......just wait until Ripley's back was turned......

And the second it was, Rick slipped out of his seat and quickly and quietly out the classroom door. Ripley never knew he left. Ten minutes later, he was contentedly soaking up the sun's rays on a quiet corner of the quad.

About an hour later, he caught sight of one of the Kappa brains.....Gerritt, he thought his name was. "Hey," he called, "what'd I miss?"The blonde cast an annoyed glance in his direction. "If it was that important to you," he retorted, "you should have stayed." Gerritt smirked. "But then, you're used to early exits, right?"

"What the fuck does that mean?" Rick demanded.

"Well, you left the battle royale pretty quick. What were you, second man out? Third?"

Rick scrambled to his feet with his fists clenched and his face flaming. "Listen, asswipe, any time you wanna go one-on-one, just say the word. I'll knock your punk ass out without breaking a sweat."

"Good," Gerritt shot back, "because you smell bad enough now. How about tomorrow night? Pro rules, two out of three."

"You're on," Rick growled. He grabbed his shirt and stalked off to prepare.
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Once the doors were opened, the arena filled to capacity within seconds as the college at large came to watch the fight. The boys yelled insults and wagers, money clutched tight in their fists. A loud cheer erupted from the Kappa section as Gerritt, clad in a tight red Speedo, jogged down the aisle and vaulted into the ring.

Rick was right behind him, in a white T-back that left little to the imagination. He pulled at the ropes to test their give, turned around, and locked eyes with Gerritt in a silent challenge. Gerritt nodded, and the fight was on!

Rick struck first, grabbing Gerritt's left wrist and twisting it. Gerritt bent slightly forward from the momentum, and this allowed Rick to clamp on a front headlock. Rick used his weight to drive Gerritt first to his knees, and then prone on the mat; a well placed knee to Gerritt's lats kept him there. Rick released the headlock, spun around, and snaked his arms through Gerritt's for a full nelson. He stood up, bringing Gerritt with him, and then slammed the blonde boy down onto his back again.

"Surprise," Rick growled. Gerritt climbed slowly to his feet, shook his head slightly, and extended his right hand, fingers wiggling. Rick met the challenge with his left hand, locked fingers with Gerritt--and quickly twisted his enemy's arm behind his back. Gerritt bent over as his arm was forced farther and farther up his shoulder blades, and a simple trip from Rick sent him face down on the mat, his arm still trapped in Rick's grip.

Rick held Gerritt's arm in place, threw his own legs high into the air, and came crashing down kneefirst onto Gerritt's tricep. Gerritt screamed in pain, and Rick, grinning evilly, gave him a second helping--and then a third! Gerritt cried out in agony and cradled his abused limb as Rick jumped to his feet and challenged Gerritt to do the same.

"C'mon! What, did I hurt you?" he snarled. Gerritt slowly got to his feet. "Wanna go again? Different hands this time?" Rick asked mockingly as he extended his right hand, fingers wiggling as Gerritt had done. Gerritt slapped them away and charged Rick. The two struggled on their feet, then Gerritt slipped behind Rick and treated the Zetan to a full nelson of his own.

Rick, however, twisted out easily, locked up with Gerritt in a collar-and-elbow, and brought his knee squarely into Gerritt's gut. Gerritt dropped to his knees, the wind knocked out of him, and Rick drove his elbow into the back of Gerritt's neck. A knee to the forehead had Gerritt reeling, and Rick dropped in front of him, reached over to grab Gerritt's head, and brought him over in a perfect snapmare. With Gerritt now flat on his back, Rick slid over his prone body and wrapped his muscular thighs around Gerritt's head.

Gerritt twisted and turned, trying to power his way out of the headscissors, but Rick slammed his forehead into Gerritt's abs, again knocking the wind out of him. Still maintaining the headscissors, Rick turned the gasping Gerritt over, and clamped on a double hammerlock.

Gerritt, now on his knees, desperately threw his head back, dumping Rick over his shoulders. Rick sprang instantly to his feet and launched a dropkick, but Gerritt had just enough presence of mind to sidestep the attack, and Rick landed hard. Gerritt stepped forward, intent on some revenge, and grabbed a handful of Rick's hair to drag him to his feet.

But Rick nailed him with a deeeeeeeeep fist to Gerritt's abs, and then another right on the button! Gerritt fell back, stunned, and Rick dropped a knee onto the fallen warrior's neck. Sensing victory, Rick grabbed Gerritt's legs, bent the hapless boy in two, and poured on the pressure.

"Give!" he demanded. Gerritt barely heard him over the sound of his own yelling. "GIVE!!!!" Rick thundered. Barely able to breathe and with his neck about to crack, Gerritt weakly tapped Rick on the side, signalling his submission and conceding the first fall to Rick.

The words came to him heavily filtered through a haze of pain and humiliation. "How're you doing?" Gerritt heard Rick ask. "How's your neck? How's your back? Arms still working?"

Flushing in anger, Gerritt climbed to his feet. "You were lucky, cocksucker," he growled. "I'm ready for you now. Come on!"

An evil, vicious grin spread across Rick's face. He advanced on the crimson-clad fighter, only to be met with a solid foot right in his diaphragm. His breath was driven out of his body and he doubled over in pain. Gerritt scooped him up, and droppd him backfirst across one knee. Rick screamed as the pain knifed across his back and rolled onto his stomach.

Gerritt took that as an invitation, and dropped his knee right into the small of Rick's back once, then again. Keeping his weight on Rick's back, Gerritt grabbed a respectable handful of his hair, slowly lifted his head off the mat, and slapped his hands underneath Rick's chin. And LEANED.

Rick struggled to free himself, but Gerritt was in firm control now. He slipped his left hand under Rick's arm and behind his neck, forcing Rick's arm into the air. Gerritt released the half nelson and the chinlock in favor of a punishing armbar, wrenching Rick's shoulder back and forth. Not content with this, Gerritt dropped the full weight of his body onto Rick's left arm, then did it again for bad measure.Gerritt jumped to his feet, and poked Rick in the side with his toe while Rick cradled his injured left arm against his body. "Come on, get up," he commanded, putting more weight behind his kicks. Faced with the choice of being kicked into submission or standing and fighting, Rick slowly climbed to his feet.

Gerritt flexed his fingers. "Wanna try again, hotshot?" he asked mockingly. Rick accepted the challenge without a word and locked his left hand in with Gerritt's right. Big mistake! Gerritt twisted Rick's arm with little effort, and landed a vicious kick to Rick's bicep. An elbow smash to the same spot dropped Rick to the mat, and Gerritt followed up by driving both knees into the arm.

Gerritt slapped on another armbar, cranking it with all his weight. Rick yelled and cursed, but couldn't free himself. Gerritt finally let him go, but gave Rick the parting gift of another kick.

Rick slowly got to his feet, and shook his arm to try to get the circulation going again. Gerritt charged him and the two locked up. In desperation, Rick brought both his knees up to Gerritt's gut, while his weight dragged them both down to the mat. Rick slapped on a front headlock and drove his knee into Gerritt's body again and again and again!

The momentum was shifting; the crowd knew it, and Rick knew it. If Gerritt knew it, Rick didn't care. He brought the boy to his feet, grabbed his trunks, lifted him into the air, and brought him crashing to mat in a vertical suplex.

Rick jumped to his feet and dropped his elbow into Gerritt's softening abs once, and then again. So that they didn't feel left out, he let his knees have a turn. Then Rick dragged Gerritt to his feet, forced him to bend over, trapped his head between his on knees, grabbed his waist, and lifted.

The crowd went absolutely wild as Rick drove Gerritt headfirst into the mat with his piledrive. Gerritt ended up on his back, his body twitching. Rick went to the corner, climbed to the top, and adjusted himself on the buckle. Gerritt still wasn't moving. Rick measured his man, then launched himself into the air.

He landed squarely on Gerritt, and could almost feel the fight leaving the boy's body. Time to end this one.

He lifted his right hand so that everyone in the arena could see it, and slapped it down to the mat: One!

And up.

Two!

Up again.

Three!

The crowd exploded into cheers as Rick stood, basking in his victory. But this one wasn't over yet, he decided. He grabbed Gerritt's hair and forced him up into a sitting position. Rick squatted in front of him, and the two once again locked their gazes. Then Rick drew his arm back and slapped Gerritt hard across the face.

Gerritt slumped, defeated, and Rick strode from the ring in triumph.