Brian vs. Bruce - Part 1 tonywrestles2

The crowd, of course, knew nothing about the conversation in the locker room. Nor, to be honest, would they have cared, because the next match was about to begin.

Luc, serving as announcer for the evening, grabbed the mike. "Gentlemen and gentlemen," he cried, "Our next match is scheduled for one fall, to a submission. Introducing first, from California, standing 6'3 and weighing in at 220 pounds, wearing the red trunks with the white and blue trim.....the president of Sigma House.....BRIAN!!!!!!!"

The crowd roared its disapproval, of Brian, of his outfit (although there was nothing even remotely patriotic--or mocking--about it), and of what he'd done to Jake. Brian ignored the boos, taunts, and insults, his eyes searching for one face in the crowd: Buzz. The two locked glares for a long minute, then Brian slowly lifted his hand to point a finger at the champion, and equally slowly rotated his hand to show Buzz, using another finger, what he thought of him.

The Lambdans kept Buzz in his seat, but it wasn't easy.

Luc let the crowd vent its disapproval for as long as they needed, then quieted them by introducing the next wrestler. "And his opponent, all the way from sweet home Alabama, standing an awesome 6'6" tall, and weighing in at 277 earth-shattering pounds, wearing white trunks......the gentle giant....BRUUUUUUUUUUCE!!!!!!!!!"The crowd erupted in cheers and exhortations as Bruce, smiling a little foolishly, made his way to the ring. Hands reached out to slap him on the back and wish him well. As Bruce climbed into the ring, he kept his eyes firmly on Brian, just like Buzz had told him--repeatedly--to do.

The stage was set. The crowd was fired up. The fighters were ready.

And the bell rang!

The two young men sprang forward and tied up in a collar and elbow. Bruce, vastly stronger than Brian, easily bulled the smaller man into the ropes, and released his hold as soon as Brian's back touched them. But Brian paid him back by slapping him hard across the face!

Bruce, enraged, swung a meaty fist at Brian's head, but the Sigman easily evaded the blow and danced to the center of the ring, challenging Bruce to follow.

Bruce charged, but Brian was waiting for him, and smashed a fist deep into the bigger man's stomach. Bruce doubled over, stunned, and Brian quickly slapped on a headlock, then charged across the ring and dropped Bruce facefirst into the mat with a perfect bulldog. Brian wrapped his muscular thighs around the prone wrestler's head, and began to squeeze. To make the headscissors even more painful, Brian rolled across the mat, taking Bruce with him and exerting tremendous pressure on Bruce's neck.

Brian slammed Bruce's face into the mat once more, then released the headscissors and spun around to Bruce's legs. He crossed the big man's legs, right over left, and bent them back in a mini-Boston Crab. To add to Bruce's discomfort, Brian dropped his full weight across Bruce's back, causing knives of pain to slice across Bruce's stretched knee. Bruce bellowed and tried to reach the ropes, but Brian saw it and pulled Bruce back into the center of the ring.Brian untangled Bruce's legs, and lifted the big man's left leg into the air, then stepped over it and twisted it around his own legs. Bruce yelled and twisted, trying to get out of the odd toehold. But the crowd was slowly realizing what Brian was doing; using leverage, he was able to use his full strength on Bruce, while Bruce was unable to summon more than a fraction of his own. It was a solid strategy, and it was working very well.

Brian continued to inflict tremendous punishment on Bruce's right knee, squatting lower and lower and stretching the joint further and further. The pain was excruciating, and Bruce's blood pounded behind his eyes like a jackhammer. With a tremendous effort of will, the football player lunged forward and grabbed the ropes.

Brian, with a look of disgust on his face, released the toehold and stood back. He crossed his arms, tapped his foot, and let out an exaggerated sigh. The crowd, of course, responded with a chorus of boos, hoots, and cat calls.

Bruce used the ropes to pull himself to his feet, and the two men began to circle, though it was obvious to everyone in the room that Bruce was favoring his right leg. He went for a collar and elbow tie-up, but Brian planted a knee in his stomach and slapped on another headlock. This time, Bruce lifted Brian into the air......!

But his knee had taken too much damage, and wouldn't bear the weight. Bruce collapsed to the mat with Brian on top of him. To make sure he stayed there, Brian drove his elbow right between Bruce's eyes, and a galaxy of stars exploded behind Bruce's eyelids.

Brian wrapped one arm around Bruce's chin and leaned back, exerting more pressure on Bruce's neck and lower back. Bruce was in a world of pain as Brian twisted back and forth, trying to inflict as much damage as he could. Bruce gathered his legs underneath him and tried to stand out of the hold, but just when he had almost made it, Brian smashed him across the chest with his free hand and sent him down to the mat again.

Tiring of the chinlock, Brian released it--and raked his fingers across Bruce's eyes to keep him off his feet while Brian decided what to do next. The nouveau riche fighter climbed to his feet and surveyed his agonized opponent, writhing around the mat clutching at his face. Brian took the opportunity to scan the crowd--and once again his eyes met Buzz's. The champion's gaze would have peeled the paint off the walls, full of rage and impotent fury. Buzz had known that Bruce was in over his head, and he couldn't do a damn thing to help him.

Brian waited for the fallen giant to struggle to his feet, then rushed forward and sent Bruce reeling with a solid uppercut to the point of his chin, followed by a solid chop across the chest. Bruce fell into the ropes hard enough to bounce him off, and Brian nailed him on the rebound with a dropkick. Bruce sank into the ropes, almost completely spent, and Brian moved in for the kill.

Lifting the bodybuilder into the air, Brian brought him down across his knee, nearly breaking Bruce in two. Brian rolled Bruce off his knee with a contemptuous shove and climbed to his feet, waiting. Bruce, more by instinct than anything else, slowly got to his hands and knees, and Brian struck. He wrapped his arms around Bruce's chest, and jerked his body backward, bringing Bruce up and over his shoulder. Brian bounced on his toes, and every bounce inflicted more abuse on Bruce's lower back. "Give it up, boy!" he commanded.

Bruce cried, "I give!!! I give!!! I GIVE!!!!!"

Brian paraded around the ring with the beaten wrestler, until he was standing directly in front of Buzz's section. With a tremendous heave, Brian threw Bruce down to the mat with enough force to drown out the crowd. Bruce landed on his neck and clutched at his head in agony.

That was too much for Buzz! Incoherent with sheer loathing, he charged the ring! It took five guys to keep him from Brian's throat, and he fought like a wild man to fre himself.

Scott saw that someone had to take charge; actually, several someones. He locked eyes with Rick and John in turn, and received nods of silent agreement. Scott seized the microphone and shouted, "PRESIDENT'S FORUM! NOW!!!!!"

With those words, Buzz looked sharply at Scott. The Kappa man's look said plainly that Buzz was outnumbered, and Buzz bowed to the inevitable and stopped struggling.