Buzz vs. Hart - Part 1 tonywrestles2

The main event was here! The crowd buzzed excitedly--pun intended--as Luc, in a surer voice than last time, made his introductions.

"This match is for the CAMPUS TITLE!!!!!!!" he screamed. The crowd shrieked in response. "Introducing first, the challenger, from Oklahoma, standing six foot two and weighing 235 power-packed pounds, the pride of Epsilon Xi, HART!!!!!"

Hart sprinted down the aisle and jumped in the ring. He bounded over to his corner to confer one last time with Ian, his tag team partner and cornerman.

"And the champion," Luc continued, then waited while the crowd reacted with a new round of screams, "from the state of Kansas, standing six foot three and weighing 245 pounds, he is the campus champion, he is the president of Lambda House, he is....BUZZZZZ!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The champion made his way down the aisle, his eyes never leaving Brian. Those eyes burned with a fury that left a lot of potential challengers reconsidering their plans.

Two out of three falls.

Pin or submission.And it began!!!!!!

Buzz charged across the ring at his challenger, but Hart ducked under his attack, grabbed an arm, and twisted it behind Buzz's back. Buzz immediately spun out of the hammerlock and returned the favor on Hart, then switched to a headlock. A quick twist and Hart went sailing over Buzz's hip to land on the mat with the champ on top of him. But Hart slipped out of the headlock and reapplied the hammerlock. Buzz pressed on Hart's chin with his free hand, but Hart hooked that one, too, and turned the hammerlock into an armbar.

Buzz ignored the pain in his shoulder and twisted his body enough to get his legs around Hart's head. The first squeeze surprised Hart enough for him to free Buzz's arms, and Buzz brought his legs down to the mat with Hart's head still between him. Hart twisted this way and that, trying to free himself, and being very careful not to pin himself in the process. Buzz poured on the pressure, and took advantage of Hart's position to forearm him hard in the stomach.

Buzz rolled this way and that, taking Hart with him, and chuckling evilly at the interesting colors Hart's face was turning. Whenever Hart got too energetic in his efforts to free himself, Buzz hammered him in the gut again to teach him his place. But suddenly, Hart threw his legs up and over his head, and rolled out of the scissors! He seized Buzz's legs, interlaced them in a minicrab, and proceeded to inflict some payback on Buzz's spine.

Hart threw an elbow into Buzz's shoulder blades, then abandoned the minicrab and slapped on another headlock. But Hart didn't have enough leverage to keep Buzz flat on his stomach while he crushed the champ's cheekbones. Buzz was on his knees. Then one knee. Then in a squat. Then on his feet! He slid a hand under the seat of Hart's pants, and lifted him up for a spinebreaker! But Hart anticipated the move, landed on his feet rather than Buzz's knee, and brought the bigger man down to the mat again!

Buzz tried another tactic, this time slipping his hand under Hart's legs and rolling him into a cradle, but Hart kicked out at a count of one. Buzz tried again, and got the same result. He forgot about Hart's legs and reached over to pull at his chin. That was working! Hart released the pressure slightly, and Buzz continued his counterattack. Slowly, Buzz slipped his head out of Hart's grip, until it popped out completely! Buzz clamped both hands on Hart's chin, bending his head and neck back over Buzz's knee and slamming a forearm into Hart's chest for spice.

Buzz leaned as far back as he could, stretching Hart's neck almost to the breaking point. Hart yelled and clutched at Buzz's hands to try to free himself! "Give it up, boy!!" Buzz commanded. "No way!" Hart spat back through clenched teeth. Buzz applied even more pressure, but still Hart would not submit. Disgusted, Buzz slammed Hart's chest again and, as the challenger hit the mat, wrapped him in a bodyscissors.

Hart's sides and chin were now neck-and-neck for the title of "Most Hurtin' Body Part." Buzz wouldn't let up, squeezing and pulling for all he was worth. However, even Buzz had his limits, and when Hart finally summoned the strength to power out of the chinlock, Buzz put up little resistance and concentrated on the scissors. Free of one source of torment, Hart turned his attention to the other. He rolled onto his stomach, then managed to get to his knees, with Buzz's legs squeezing all the time. Buzz was now on his back, and Hart began to push down on Buzz's thighs to break the scissors, while Buzz suddenly had to divide his attention between controlling Hart and keeping his shoulders off the mat!

Hart won the battle!!! He forced Buzz's thighs apart, something Buzz was not used to! Hart pressed down harder and harder, stretching Buzz's crotch more and more. Buzz sat up quickly and tried to headbutt Hart's chest, but it had no power to it, and Hart contemptuously forearmed Buzz across the face. Buzz fell back again, twisting this way and that in real pain, then suddenly rammed his fist deep into Hart's stomach! Hart let go of Buzz's legs to cradle his gut, and Buzz grapevined Hart's legs with his own and forced THEM apart for a change!

Buzz slid out from under Hart and leapt to his feet as the challenger writhed in pain. He waited until Hart had rolled onto his stomach, then brought his foot down hard in the small of Hart's back. With his foot still planted, he reached down and seized each of Hart's wrists in his hands, then leaned back, back, as back as he could.

The surfboard was like no agony Hart had ever endured before. He screamed and almost sobbed, but Buzz had him and there was no escape. "You know what I want to hear, boy!!!" Buzz told him. "Are you gonna say it or not?"

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!" Hart cried.

Buzz leaned back even more! Hart was nearing the breaking point.

And, break he did--psychologically. "Okay, okay, okay," he screamed. "I give!!!!!"Buzz immediately dropped Hart's arms like hot irons, and hopped off his fallen challenger's back. He was halfway to another successful defense of his title.

As Buzz accepted a drink of water from Rick, Hart tried to collect his wits and get ready for the second fall. He could feel Buzz's eyes on him, waiting for the match to continue. Finally, he felt ready. He looked up, met Buzz's gaze, and nodded.

Buzz charged, grabbed Hart by the head, twisted, and brought the challenger over in a snapmare. Hart quickly got to his feet, and Buzz snapped him down again. The third time, Buzz, just for variety's sake, used a hip toss to bring Hart down. The champ grabbed his challenger's dark hair, scooped him up, and brought him down hard across his knee.

Hart gasped at the impact, but Buzz wasn't finished. Rather than shove Hart off of him, Buzz pressed down on Hart's head and one of his knees, exerting even more pressure on Hart's back. Hart's fingers clawed at Buzz's hand on his chin, but the champ's grip was like iron and he would not be moved.

Buzz finally rolled Hart off of his knee and sent him to the mat with another kick in the back to keep him company. Buzz bent over his fallen foe, grabbed a wrist in one hand and an ankle in another, and straightened up. He held Hart in that position for a good twenty seconds, and let the crowd ooh and ah (or in some cases, boo and hiss) at his perfectly sculptured, sweat-soaked physique. Then, Buzz dropped Hart's wrist and concentrated on the leg, sinking deep into a half-Boston Crab. Hart tried to reach the ropes, but he wasn't even close, and Buzz was free to abuse him.

Then something wet hit Buzz in the cheek! In surprise and fury, he released Hart and felt his face. Spit. He looked around, and saw HIM. Brian. Standing at the edge of the ring, grinning like a madman.

Buzz leaped to his feet and charged the edge of the ring. "You've pushed it one time too many, asshole!!!" he shrieked. Brian stepped back, out of reach--Buzz would have to leave the ring to go after him.

He never got the chance. Hart was on his feet, and from behind, wrapped Buzz into a perfect cradle!!!!! Count of one.....count of two.....and just like that, the match was tied.

If there was one person with whom Buzz was more furious than he was with Brian, it was with himself. No matter that he'd dominated the second fall, he'd let himself get distracted, and Hart had taken advantage of it. Buzz muttered swear words under his breath and tried to psyche himself up for the third fall.

He charged Hart, but the challenger was ready, and the next thing Buzz knew, he was on his back, his legs over his head, and someone was counting. He kicked out before he heard "three" and sprang to his feet. He swung a wild roundhouse punch at Hart, but Hart easily evaded it and grabbed Buzz in a wristlock. With Buzz doubled over, Hart rammed his elbow into the champ's armpit.

Hart stepped over Buzz's outstretched arm and then sat as far as he could, and the pain shot up Buzz's shoulder like red hot knives. Hart yanked and yanked and yanked, trying to separate Buzz's shoulder and demanding that Buzz surrender the title to him. "Get bent!" the champ yelled. Finally, Hart twisted slightly, and brought them both down to the mat in a controlled tumble that left Buzz's arm still in Hart's grip and his head between Hart's legs.

Hart could feel the belt around his waist. He poured every reserve of strength he had into the arm bar, trying with all his might to get Buzz to quit. Buzz's screams grew more and more hoarse, but he refused to say the words. Hart rolled to his knees, stood up, then dropped to the mat!!! It was nothing short of a miracle that Buzz's arm wasn't broken!!! Hart brought the champ up, still holding Buzz's arm with one of his own, and slammed two uppercuts into Buzz's huge bicep! To cap the whole thing off, Hart scooped Buzz up, twisted him in midair, and slammed him hard to the mat.

This was it. Hart knew it. He dashed to the corner, and clambered shakily to the top rope. Buzz lay in the center of the ring, cradling his injured arm. Hart measured the distance carefully, tensed, and leaped--

--and crashed kneefirst into the mat as Buzz somewhere found the strength to roll away. The two fallen warriors lay on the mat, Hart cradling his knees in torment, and Buzz trying to get feeling back in his arm. But Buzz was the first on his feet, and the look on his face was anything but pleasant.

He stomped on Hart's back, then scooped him up for a big bodyslam. Then, his eyes narrowing, he scanned the audience. There was Brian, looking a little white-faced at Buzz's expression. Buzz picked Hart up, carried him across the ring, and sat him on the top buckle. Buzz climbed to the middle rope, grabbed Hart's head with one hand and his trunks with another, and brought him up, over, and down with a tremendous impact!

The count was really just a formality. One....two......three......and Buzz helped Hart to his feet.

The challenger seemed none the worse for wear, but he gave a weak smile. "I almost had you, didn't I?" he asked.

Buzz grinned back. "Yeah, you did. Good fight, buddy. You're almost good enough to be a Lambda man."

Hart wanted to argue back that this was the first match Lambda House had won all night, but Buzz holding him upright was a lot nicer than Buzz throwing him all over the room. He held his peace, and the champion, as the crowd parted to allow the two weary gladiators get to the showers.