Buzz vs. Doug - Part 1 tonywrestles2

When Buzz went sailing over the top rope and out of the battle royale, Doug nodded with grim satisfaction. The big man was vulnerable, no doubt about that; he should have wiped up the arena with Scott, especially with Brian to soften the smaller man.

Doug didn't have anything against Buzz personally. He always tried to keep what happened in the ring in perspective; sure, you were fighting another guy, but it was equivalent of hitting a baseball or shooting baskets. You never let your temper start calling the shots, if you were smart; the best and most successful competitors were the ones who approached everything about wrestling like it was surgery--no wasted movements or emotions, everything planned out in advance.

Besides, that championship belt would look really good above the mantle at Epsilon House.

Doug knew that Blake had fought Buzz before, with dubious results. But Blake was small, under 200 pounds. At 220, Doug still gave up a lot of weight to Buzz, but nowhere near as much. Besides, he worked out regularly with Hart, the biggest guy in the house, and Bill, the most technically skilled. Doug was sure he could succeed where Blake had failed.

Thus, less than 24 hours after Scott and Nikita had disappeared into Scott's room, Doug publicly challenged Buzz for the championship. View Replies to this Message

TerRIFic, Buzz thought. Absolutely fuckin' great.

The battle royale had taken a lot out of him, physically and psychologically. His shoulder felt like hell, and he could barely raise the arm over his head without flinching. His jaw was still a little puffy from the abuse it had taken during the battle royale. But worst of all, Scott had beaten him. Yeah, it had been a battle royale and not a one-on-one fight, screw that. Scott had taken him and Brian on--alone--and had sent both of them flying. With every guy on campus watching.

And now, of course, some wet-behind-the-balls asshole decided that since maybe Buzz wasn't unbeatable, he might as well take his shot.

Just super.

The worst part was, Buzz couldn't see any way out of it. The Presidents' Council had the option of stripping any of the champs, by majority vote. Buzz knew he had Brian in his corner--sure, the guy was going to wrestle Jake tomorrow night, but that was just to put on a show--but he wasn't sure about any of the others. Scott and Blake would probably vote against him, and probably Damien, too. Not good odds.

After he watched Brian brutalize Jake, Buzz realized that the odds had just gotten longer. Brian had made no secret that Buzz was his ultimate target.

Buzz's back was in a corner. He got out a pen and a few sheets of paper, and began to write.

And fifteen minutes later, Buzz sent Beau with seven notes to deliver, informing the other frat presidents that he accepted Doug's challenge.

Buzz's mood got progressively fouler as the week wore on; by the time his title defense finally came around, he was ready to sink his teeth into someone. Preferably Doug, but anyone at all would do.

Doug tried to maintain a professional calm, but that grew ever harder to do as the fight grew closer. He worked out his gameplan as much as he dared, and trained against his tag team partner Bill and against Hart as much as possible.

Finally, the night arrived. Doug, clad in bright red speedos, slapped hands and soaked in the cheers as he ran into the arena. He bounced exuberantly around the ring, waving to the crowd.

By contrast, Buzz strode silently and grimly down the aisle, acknowledging neither the boos or the few cheers that came his way. He climbed into the ring with a great show of caution, though he doubted Doug would be so foolish as to launch a sneak attack.

The stage was set. The principals were ready. The bell sounded, and the fight was on!

The two men circled slowly, then came together in a loud crash of bodies in the center of the ring. They strained, twisting this way and that, trying to get an opening.

Doug drew first blood. He grabbed Buzz's left arm, and bent it back behind the champ's head. Buzz reached back with his right hand to try to power out of it, but Doug tripped him and Buzz collapsed to the mat, still in Doug's wristlock. Buzz switched tactics, and pressed the butt of his right hand under Doug's chin, but Doug freed himself with a contemptuous jerk of his head and applied more pressure to Buzz's wrist.

Buzz tried to sit up, but Doug yanked him back down to the mat again. Buzz tried again, and this time Doug yanked him even harder. Doug then straightened Buzz's arm, snaked his own arm underneath it, secured Buzz's head with his knee, and leaned back sharply. Buzz yelled in pain as the pressure shifted to his right shoulder.

Doug twisted back and forth; each time he came forward, he was rewarded with a grunt of pain from Buzz. "What do you say?" he jeered."Screw you!" Buzz responded. He tried pushing against Doug's chin again, but Doug used his free hand to slap Buzz's hand away. Buzz rolled backwards to relieve the pressure on his arm, but Doug maintained the hold.

With Buzz now on his hands and knees, Doug stepped over the champ's outstretched arm, and slowly began to sit down. Buzz howled louder with every inch. "How you doin' down there?" Doug called.

"Fuck off!" Buzz shot back. He twisted to the left, reached under Doug's legs, and brought him crashing to the mat and cost him his hold on Buzz's arm. Buzz leaped on his opponent, bent the challenger's legs back over his head, and bounced his 245 pounds on the jackknifed Doug. "How YOU doing down there?" he snarled.

"Just great!" Doug said defiantly. Summoning all his strength, he kicked his legs forward, sending Buzz flying across the ring. Doug scrambled to his feet and turned to face his foe.

Doug grinned as Buzz shook out his left arm and shoulder, trying to work the soreness out of them. Buzz lunged for a collar and elbow, but Doug ducked under his grasp, grabbed his left wrist, and twisted it. Once again, he stepped over Buzz's abused limb, and bounced down on it hard enough to drive Buzz to his knees.

Now Doug rocked back and forth, and with each backward rock, Buzz yelled in pain. Another bounce put Buzz flat on his stomach. Doug leaned back for all he was worth, putting tremendous pressure on Buzz's abused shoulder. He bounced again, and Buzz hit a note Doug hadn't even known existed. For a full thirty seconds, Doug leaned back, revelling in Buzz's howls of anguish.

Then Doug twisted to his right, so that only his left leg lay on top of Buzz's arm. He bent the arm back between Buzz's shoulder blades, increasing the pressure on the shoulder. Buzz twisted onto his left side and reached back with his right arm, trying to grab Doug's hair, but Doug locked Buzz's arm with his own, immobilizing the big man.Doug forced Buzz back onto his stomach and forced his right arm back behind his shoulder blades, for a double hammerlock. He straddled the prone fighter, and forced his arms higher on his back. Buzz kicked and screamed in pain. Doug decided to REALLY have some fun. He straightened Buzz's arms (keeping his grasp on Buzz's wrists), planted his own feet inside Buzz's armpits, and leaned back.

The pain in Buzz's shoulders overflowed to his lower back. Doug rowed back and forth, dragging Buzz with him; their intertwined bodies resembled some kind of bizarre rocking horse.

Buzz couldn't take it. "I give, I give, asshole!" he screamed.

Doug leaned back even more. "Say it again, and nicely this time," he crowed.

"I give! I GIVE!!!!"

Doug released Buzz's arms, and the champ collapsed into a fetal position, holding his arms and rocking in pain.

The first fall was Doug's. He gratefully accepted a drink of water from Bill, and waited for Buzz to be able to stand again.

Doug watched with some glee as Buzz dragged himself to his feet for the second fall. The champ flexed his arms and shoulders, obviously hurting from the beating Doug had dished out. "Wanna quit now, champ?" Doug asked, his voice dripping with scorn.

"Come on!" Buzz challenged. The two massive athletes met in the center of the ring with a resounding crash! Doug grabbed Buzz's wrist and twisted, following the strategy that had netted him the first fall. He twisted it again, and Buzz somersaulted forward to land flat on his back

Doug planted one foot on Buzz's cheek, and stretched to his full height, all the while maintaining his grip on Buzz's wrist. Since Doug's legs were somewhat longer than Buzz's arm, Buzz reacted predictably--with screams, curses, and a lot of kicking to no purpose. He even tried to bite Doug's foot, but couldn't get his face into position

Doug took his foot off Buzz's face, turned to the right, and dropped his full weight onto Buzz's outstretched arm. Buzz howled and writhed in utter agony. He bridged, trying to relieve the pressure, but Doug kicked his leg into the air, then brought it down hard on Buzz's arm. Buzz tried to grab Doug's hair with his free hand, but Doug contemptuously slapped it away.

Still sitting, Doug shifted position and replanted his foot in Buzz's face, with the other foot in Buzz's armpit. Doug rowed back, taking Buzz's wrist with him. The pain was excruciating and exquisite at the same time!

Buzz had had enough. Slowly, inch by painful inch, he worked his way to a sitting position. Then he got one foot underneath him. Then the other. Then he was standing. The whole time, his shoulder took a tremendous beating. Those close enough to see his face gave an involuntary shudder, because Buzz had murder in his eyes.

With a roar of utter fury, Buzz rammed his heel squarely into Doug's face, right above the challenger's eye. Doug's arms reflexively released the wristlock and clutched at his face in pain and surprise. Buzz allowed Doug exactly two seconds of rest, then began to tattoo Doug's back with savage kicks and stomps.

Buzz grabbed a handful of Doug's hair and dragged him to his feet. With Doug doubled over in front of him, Buzz grabbed the Epsilon man's chin with one hand and extended his arm with the other. Buzz twisted in the air, and brought Doug down with a textbook neckbreaker. Doug hit the mat badly, and the move hurt him much more than it normally would have. Buzz, on the other hand, was so pleased with the result that he repeated the maneuver.

Buzz then planted his knees behind Doug's neck, and dropped to the mat. Stars exploded behind Doug's eyes as the pain shot up and down his neck. Buzz leaned back as far as he could, putting incredibly intense pressure on Doug's neck and arching the challenger's back almost to the breaking point."What do you say, punk?????" Buzz shouted.

The jerking back and forth was making Doug's speech come out in gasps and sputters. "I-yi-yi-yi g-g-gi-i-i-i-ive!!!!!!" he begged.

Fall 2 to Buzz!

Buzz didn't bother letting Doug up after releasing the chinlock. Since Doug was considerate enough to collapse between Buzz's legs, Buzz clamped his legs squarely around Doug's head, while his feet kicked back at Doug's abs and groin.

Buzz rolled over onto his stomach, taking Doug with him. He arched his butt into the air, then thrust his hips forward, ramming Doug's face into the mat in the process! A second thrust brought the same result, but Doug somehow found the presence of mind to block the third with his elbows.

With Doug's head still between his legs, Buzz got to his feet, bringing Doug up on all fours. Buzz slipped on hand under Doug's chin, pressed the other onto the top of his head, and did his level best to twist Doug's head off like a bottle cap! Doug screeched--there was really no other word for it--and beat ineffectually at Buzz's massive thighs with his fists.

Buzz finally conceded that he would not, after all, be able to twist Doug's head off--a shame, really. He kept his right hand under Doug's chin, drew back his left, and slammed it point blank on Doug's nose. Doug collapsed facedown to the mat, and Buzz, seeing some dust on his feet, wiped them on Doug's neck. Doug kicked the air and screamed in pain as Buzz worked his foot back and forth.

Buzz grabbed the back of Doug's trunks and dragged him to his feet, stood him upright, and let loose a right cross that lifted Doug three inches into the air before dropping him to the mat. Buzz reached down, grabbed Doug's legs, stomped once on Doug's chest (just to let him know he cared!), and then drove his knee into Doug's thigh once! Then twice! Then a third time!

The yawn caught Buzz by surprise. Must be getting late, he thought. He grabbed Doug's ankles and easily turned him over--the challenger was more malleable than putty. Buzz sat deep and hard into the Boston, bending Doug back so far, his feet only missed his head by about five inches. "You

know what I wanna hear, asswipe!" he told him. "So say it!!!!"

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!" Doug cried.

Buzz exerted even more pressure--Doug's back was about to snap! Blake, watching from the audience, knew he had to throw in the towel. But before he could, the pain (or common sense) finally overwhelmed Doug. "Okay, okay, okay, I give, I give, I give!!!!!!!!!"

Buzz released the hold, let Doug collapse down to the mat, and gave him a quick visual once-over. Deciding on a spot, Buzz leaped into the air, and came down elbow first right on the small of Doug's back! Doug was too hoarse even to scream and merely whimpered in pain.

Buzz collected his belt, and held it high over his head, to let the crowd know who was the champ. He was looking straight at Brian the whole time.