Beau vs. Garrison - Part 1 tonywrestles2

The mood had definitely altered; where there had been raucous enjoyment before, now there was a subtle tension. The near-brawl and subsequent forum had brought the action to a crashing halt, and there wasn't a single man in the room who didn't at least partially want the night over with.

Luc picked up the mike and, in a shaking voice, announced the next match. "Uh, this is a two-out-of-three falls match. First, from Louisiana, standing 6'3" and weighing 225 pounds, wearing black trunks, the president of Beta House, Garrison!"

Garrison hadn't bothered to go back to the dressing room after the forum. He simply stood up and climbed into the ring.

"And his opponent, from Washington State, at 6'1" and 235 pounds, wearing white trunks, from Lambda House, Beau!"

Beau ran in from the dressing room, oblivious to the subdued air in the room. He leaped into the ring and bounded around energetically.

Garrison strode to the center of the ring, and offered his hand. This got the crowd back into it; a good sucker punch will always do that.Beau, to his credit, was no fool, even for Lambda House. He extended his hand cautiously, his eyes locked on Garrison's, waiting for the twitch or blink that would signal an attack. Their fingers touched, the crowd tensed with anticipation.....And Garrison gave Beau's hand a firm clasp, before releasing him and heading back to his own corner.Beau was surprised; the crowd was slightly offended. Victor muttered to the guy next to him, "He offered to shake his hand and actually shook it? That's gotta be against the rules! It might even be un-American!"

The two young men circled, looking for an opening, and locked up in a collar and elbow. They pushed and tugged, their hands reached low and then around, but each was able to block the other's feints without much effort. Finally, Garrison wrapped his arms around Beau's head and drove him down to the mat with Garrison on top of him. Beau twisted, trying to free himself from Garrison's grasp, and managed to slip out from underneath the Cajun.

The two men sprang to their feet, and Beau struck with a front facelock on Garrison. Using his reflexive amateur skills, Beau threw his legs back in a sprawl, forcing Garrison to his hands and knees, and then spun around to end up behind Garrison. Beau's arms snaked under Garrison's and his hands met behind Garrison's neck, forcing Garrison's face into the mat.

Garrison's reflexes were working just fine, too; he immediately rolled forward, landing on his back with Beau beneath him. The move and the impact surprised Beau, and Garrison twisted around to go for an early pin. Beau bucked him off before the count of one, but Garrison was on him again, dropping the elbow to Beau's chest, then turning him over and twisting Beau's right arm behind his back.

Beau writhed and tried to spin out of the move, but Garrison dropped his knee on Beau's other arm, then brought it in to join the first. Garrison kneedropped Beau twice more, landing on Beau's upper arms both times, then slammed his elbow into the back of Beau's neck.

Beau shook his head to try to clear it, but Garrison gave him no time to recover. He seized Beau's right arm once more, battered it with two more short kneedrops, then threw his legs high in the air before bringing them crashing down on the injured limp. He twisted the arm behind Beau's back again, and Beau slapped the mat and howled in pain. Beau released the hammerlock, dropped his knee on the arm one more time, then planted his feet into Beau's armpit and neck and tried to stretch Beau's arm out of its socket.

Beau couldn't believe he was doing this badly. Sure, he was more used to teaming with his brother Jason than fighting alone, but this was ridiculous. He tried to gather his strength, and block out the pain being inflicted on him by Garrison.....

Flat on his stomach with Garrison's feet in his neck and armpit and his arm feeling like it was about to come off, Beau had had enough. With a painful effort, he managed to get on his knees. So far so good. He planted one foot, using his free hand for balance, then the other. Slowly, slowly, he straightened his legs......

And collapsed to the mat again as Garrison's foot caught him in the stomach. Beau slammed his hand into the mat, more in frustration than anything else. Garrison released the arm stretch, and drove his elbow hard into Beau's tricep, then cranked the hammerlock again. He forced it higher and higher, far beyond where it had been earlier. Beau yelled in pain and reached back to try to pull Garrison off him.

Garrison spun away from Beau's hand, straightened out Beau's arm, and drove his knee into it again, and again, and again. The crowd began to count off: "Five! Six! Seven!" but Garrison stopped at eight. He got to his feet, bringing Beau along with him, and positioned them so that Beau was behind him with his arm over Garrison's shoulder. Garrison brought the arm down on his shoulder, and did it again; each impact shot a new arrow of pain across Beau's arm, and he desperately tried to find a way to free himself.

The third time, Garrison brought Beau up and over to land hard on the mat. He dropped his elbow on Beau's arm again, and slapped on an armbar. Beau's arm was starting to go numb from the constant pounding, but he still had some fight in him. But Garrison was relentless; he brought Beau to his feet, and twisted his arm high in the air, which forced Beau to double over. Garrison moved behind Beau, released his arm completely, and leaped into the air to land squarely on Beau's neck! Beau collapsed to the mat with his head firmly between Garrison's legs, and Garrison began to squeeze.

Garrison rolled around the mat with Beau's head trapped between his legs; taking a page from previous winners, he used the head scissors to slam Beau's face into the mat. Releasing the headlock, Garrison went for the pin: 1.....2......and Beau's shoulder came up!

Garrison lifted Beau slightly off the mat, drove his elbow into the small of Beau's back, and then kneed him in the gut. Anothe cover........and another two count.

Garrison shrugged. He climbed to his feet, bringing Beau with him, front facelocked the Lambdan, and brought him over and down with a neckbreaker!!!!! He covered the stunned Beau, and this time Beau couldn't beat the three-count, giving the first fall to Garrison.

Garrison stood back and allowed Beau to get to his feet. Beau shook his head, trying to clear the cobwebs, and alternately rubbed his sore neck and right arm. Garrison waited until Beau made eye contact. Garrison looked a challenge. Beau nodded. Fall Two was on!

Garrison extended his right hand, fingers wiggling. Beau accepted the challenge and interlaced his fingers with Garrison's. But before Beau could complete the test of strength, Garrison's foot lashed out and kicked Beau in the armpit! The unexpected attack in such a sensitive area dropped Beau to his knees, and Garrison dropped his knees on Beau's left arm, apparently meaning to inflict the same punishment as he had on Beau's right.

Garrison twisted Beau's left arm behind his back, then, as if trying to prove that he wasn't lacking in amateur skills either, snaked his free hand under Beau's right arm for a half-nelson, and slowly rotated, turning Beau onto his back. He got a one-count, but Beau managed to free himself before two. Both men sprang to their feet, but Garrison was quicker than Beau, and rammed his knee into Beau's stomach. An elbow to the back of Beau's neck sent him down to the mat again, and Garrison began driving his knees into Beau's back.

Garrison got to his feet, and brought Beau up by the hair. He went for a suplex, but Beau had had enough of this crap. He brought his knee up into Garrison's stomach, knocking the breath out of the rich boy and loosening his arms. A second knee and Beau was completely free from Garrison's grip; a third sent Garrison down to the mat gasping for air.

Beau spun around and clamped on a full nelson. To pay Garrison back for the abuse Beau'd suffered, Beau alternated between bouncing his massive body down on top of Garrison's, and grinding his foe's face into the mat. Beau released the nelson, then brought brought both his hands hard into Garrison's ears, momentarily deafening the Beta man! Beau spun around again, grabbed Garrison's ankles, laced his legs right over left, and pulled back on Garrison's right ankle for all he was worth. Garrison screamed (a scream he didn't quite hear) as the tendons in his knee screamed with him (screams he didn't hear at all, but certainly felt!).

Beau reached back with his left hand and grabbed Garrison's hair, and the pressure migrated from Garrison's knees to his lower back. His screams grew louder as he tried to free himself. Beau released the hairpull and drove his elbow into Garrison's neck. Beau then spun around, so that Garrison's legs were held in place with his own legs, and grabbed Garrison's arms. Garrison howled as his body was bent almost completely out of shape!

Beau released the double armlock and minicrab and threw his legs high in the air, then brought them down, kneefirst, into Garrison's outstretched arms. Garrison's cries of utter anguish were so satisfying that Beau did it again. He allowed himself just one more--wouldn't want to overindulge, he thought morbidly.

Beau dragged Garrison up by his hair, lifted him high in the air, and brought him down hard in a superb spinebreaker! Garrison bounced off of Beau's knee to land whimpering and face down on the mat. Beau measured his man, then dropped his knee into the back of Garrison's thigh. Beau then brought Garrison back to his feet, and executed another spinebreaker (which almost executed Garrison....).

Beau stood over the barely-moving Garrison, trying to decide which move to do next. Finally, he nodded to himself, straddled the fallen Garrison, and brought his legs up in a Boston crab. Garrison screamed as his lower back took even more and more abuse, nd sweat poured down Beau's face even as he poured on the pressure. With his back feeling like it was about to snap like a twig, and the ropes not even remotely in reach, Garrison submitted, giving the seconf fall to Beau and evening the match at one fall apiece.

This time it was Beau's turn to jog to his corner and wait while Garrison tried to figure out where the hell reality went. He gratefully accepted a drink from his brother Jason, and watched as Garrison dragged his battered body to the ropes and hauled himself to his feet one inch at a time, then turned to face Beau. The look.......the challenge.....the nod.....the third fall!

Beau leaped into the air and caught Garrison looking with a beautiful dropkick that sent Garrison tumbling to the mat to land on his stomach. Beau began ramming his knees into the helpless Garrison's back; like Garrison, he stopped when the crowd reached eight. Then Beau spread Garrison's legs as far apart as he could get them, and began slamming his knees into the backs of Garrison's thighs.

Beau interlaced Garrison's legs in the same position as he had during the previous fall, for another minicrab. He leaned back as far as he could, trying to inflict enough pain on Garrison to make the other man submit and get this damn match over with. To help Garrison along, Beau drove his free elbow into Garrison's back, leaving bruises with each impact.

But Garrison wouldn't submit! Beau released the minicrab, and the two men slowly clambered to their feet. Garrison drew on every erg of energy he had and sprinted across the ring, slapping Beau on the side of the head before the other man had a chance to set himself, then driving two right fists deep into Beau's stomach. Beau sank to the mat, and Garrison managed to get his thighs around Beau's head, and squeezed for all he was worth.

Beau tried to bridge out of the headscissors, but a chop to his stomach brought him back to the mat. Garrison twisted, putting both men on their stomachs, then released the headscissors, sprang to his feet, and dropped his elbow across Beau's back before Beau could follow! A kneedrop to the same spot kept him down, and gave Beau a few bruises to match Garrison's.

Beau was stunned, and Garrison knew it was now or never. He brought Beau up, scissored his head between his legs, lifted his feet into the air, and drove him into the mat with a hard piledriver! Beau was completely spent. Garrison rolled him over onto his back, and got the three count! The match was his!

Garrison leaped to his feet, soaking in the cheers of the crowd. Beau slowly rolled onto his stomach, then managed to get to his hands and knees. Garrison squatted in front of him and offered his hand. Beau looked at it for a long time, then slowly brought his own hand up to clasp Garrison's. Garrison slowly helped the defeated jock to his feet, and the two men staggered back to the dressing room.