Brian vs. Jake--Brian's Power Play tonywrestles2

The battle royale was over. Brian had made a respectable showing, but Scott had walked away with the prize (namely, Nikita). All the other frat presidents had gone home empty-handed.

Or not, depending on your point of view. You see, Brian had had no interest in Nikita at all. The president of Sigma Chi had had one reason for participating in the battle royale--a chance to see Buzz up close and personal without actually wrestling him. Brian wanted that belt, wanted it badly, and fighting alongside Buzz gave him an insight into the bigger man's style.

But to earn a title shot, Brian would have to rack up some solo wins.

And what better way than to take out a few of the other Lambdas, one by one?

So it was that Brian "happened" to run into Jake coming out of the gym one early December day.

"Hey," Brian said. Jake stopped and glanced in his direction.

"Hey yourself," he replied. "What's up?"

"I'm in the mood for a match," Brian told him. "Wanna scrap?"

Jake was somewhat surprised. Ever since the battle royale, the Sigmas had been considered sort-of friends by Buzz and the rest of Lambda House. "What's the problem?" he asked.

"No problem," Brian assured him. "It's just that, we're practically the same size and all. I think we'd make a pretty good matchup. So we'll trade some holds, give the guys a good show, and may the best man win. What do you say?"

Jake shrugged. "Sure. No problem. How about tomorrow night, in the common ring? Submission only?"

Brian grinned. "Sounds great. See you then." He clapped Jake on the shoulder and headed into the gym.

Once Jake was out of sight, however, Brian's grin turned into something uglier.......

By tradition, the issuer of a challenge enters the ring first. So it was that Brian, clad in white trunks, climbed into a empty ring among the raging cheers of his Sigma brothers, less strenuous accolades from most of the other frats, and out-and-out boos from the Lambda and Beta contingent. The Lambdas, obviously, were saving their cheers for Jake; the Betans were booing out of general principles.

Brian acknowledged the crowd with a wave, and took his corner, waiting for Jake. He didn't have to do so for long. Jake trotted down the aisle, his blue trunks showing his body off nicely. He vaulted into the ring to thunderous cheers and turned to face Brian.

Once eye contact was made, the match was on. Brian extended a hand, Jake cautiously reached to take it, and the crowd settled back, waiting for the expected sucker shot. Brian merely shook Jake's hand, and went back to circling. Jake seemed surprised; the crowd certainly was.

The two men locked up, strained against each other for a second or two, then Brian ducked, pivoted, and brought Jake headfirst over his own shoulder to crash to the mat. Jake sprang to his feet, and Brian snapmared him again. After the third, Brian snapped on a headlock. He worked his way behind Jake, brought his knee up, and slowly bent Jake's neck over it.

Jake's body arched onto his toes as he tried to ease the pressure on his neck. He reached up and clawed at Brian's head, but a forearm across the chest collapsed him back to the mat. Brian shifted position and trapped Jake's head between his powerful thighs, then began to squeeze. Jake desperately tried to pry Brian's knees apart, but Brian had the scissors locked tight, and Jake screamed in pain and frustration.

Brian shifted position again, so that his body was upright, and treated the crowd to a double bicep shot. A cacophony of boos, catcalls, and whistles was his only response. He grinned and returned to a reclining position.

Jake threw a fist into Brian's gut that took Brian by surprise; Brian angrily hooked Jake's arm, preventing from throwing a secon shot. He worked his legs back and forth, and pain shot through Jake's neck. Brian shifted again, so that Jake was on his back with Brian on top of him, still maintaining the headscissors, and Brian used his elbows to keep Jake's legs apart.

Jake clasped his hands together and brought them down hard where he thought Brian's lower back would be. The impact stunned Brian for half a second, and Jake felt the pressure loosen slightly. He double-axed Brian again, but this time the result was considerably different. Brian sat upright, tightened the scissors, and rammed his fist right into Jake's stomach.

Jake felt the air forced out of his body by Brian's attack. Brian hit him again, and again, and again. By the fifth time, Jake was coughing and gasping for air. Brian raised his hands above his head, making sure the crowd saw them, flexed his fingers twice, and dug them deep into Jake's abs.

Jake screamed as Brian's two clawlike hands dug deep into his abs, but the scream turned into a gurgle as Brian planted his shin across Jake's throat. Jake's struggles grew weaker as the unusual chokehold took its toll.

Brian reached over, grabbed Jake's legs, secured them firmly under his arms, and leaned back, inflicting more pressure on Jake's agonized stomach. Jake felt his muscles begin to cramp and, summoning every bit of strength he had, squeezed his legs together to try to bodyscissor Brian.

It wasn't enough. Brian leaned back even further, and Jake released the scissors. "Give!" Brian demanded.

Jake only howled.

"I said GIVE!!!!!!!" Brian thundered.

Jake couldn't go on. "I give, I give," he cried. Brian kept the hold a few more seconds, then relented. Jake's legs snapped forward like they'd been shot from a cannon, exposing his tortured stomach. Brian held up a hand in victory, then drove it deep into Jake's stomach. Sneering, he climbed to his feet and headed for his corner, leaving Jake flat on his back.

And there was more to come.....

As he shook out his arms and shoulders, trying to work out the soreness, Jake glared at Brian's mocking smile. "Want some more?" Brian asked politely.

Jake's answer was to rush him. Brian easily sidestepped, grabbed Jake's left arm, and twisted it high behind his back. He forced Jake to the mat and used his free hand to pull on his chin, creating tremendous pressure on Jake's shoulder. Jake kicked the air in pain, and tried to claw at Brian's face with his free hand, but Brian was out of reach.

Brian shifted position, released Jake's chin, and wrapped his muscular legs around Jake's middle. Jake tried to power his way out of the bodyscissors, but his one arm was no match for Brian's two legs. Brian used his free hand to squeeze Jake's chest, and Jake writhed in agony.

"What do you say?" Brian asked. His legs squeeze harder and Jake felt his ribs start to creak. "Come on, boy!" Brian yelled. "What do I want to hear?"

"All right, all right, I fuckin' give!!!" Jake squealed. Brian immediately released him, and with a kick sent his battered body rolling across the mat.

Brian had won two falls to Jake's none. The match was over.......


Or was it?

Brian turned the beaten jock onto his stomach and drove his knee into Jake's back. Jake moaned, too exhausted even to scream. Brian dropped his knee twice more before he began to tire of the activity, and turned Jake onto his back again.

Brian snaked his arms underneath Jake's knees and wrapped him up into a cradle. Instead of clasping his hands, though, Brian used his right hand to attack a hitherto undamaged part of Jake's body--his crotch. Brian's hand closed around Jake's parts....and SQUEEZED.

The wail of agony that burst from Jake's lips was like no other sound anyone in the room had heard before. The Lambdas had had enough. As one, they rose from their seats and stormed the ring.


But the other frats stopped them. "You guys can MAYBE take any of us," Garrison said as he poked his fingers into Buzz's chest, "but you sure as hell can't take ALL of us. Sit down."

Buzz seethed with impotent rage, but sent his brothers back to their chairs with an angry jerk of his head.

Meanwhile, Brian had released his hold on Jake's equipment, and Jake curled up into a fetal position. Brian landed a kick to his stomach, grabbed a handful of hair, brought Jake up, lifted, and slammed him hard to the mat.

Another hairpull brought Jake to his knees, and this time a right uppercut sent him down again.The next time, it was an elbow smash to Jake's neck.

Then a spinebreaker.

Then an over-the-knee backbreaker.

Brian bent Jake over his knee. Jake screamed in agony, "I give!!! Please!!!"


"What was that?" Brian demanded.

"I give!!!!!!"

"One more time for the guys in the back!!"

"I GIVE!!!!!!!!!"

Brian contemptuously threw Jake's body off o him, stood up, and pointed at a purple-faced Buzz. "Soon, big man. Soon." Brian climbed out of the ring, and the Lambdans stumbled over each other to rush to their semicomatose comrade's aid.