Fight Night Finale - Alex vs. Lon - Pt.1 tonywrestles2

With the crowd still buzzing--pun intended--over Buzz's incredible title defense, Luc had a hard time getting their attention for the "walkout" match. "Settle down, guys, we've got one more tonight!" he called. "Introducing first, the sunny shores of California, standing 6'1 and weighing 210 pounds, wearing the green trunks, from Lambda House, let's hear it for ALEEEEEEEX!!!!!!!!"

Alex jogged down to the ring, slapping hands as he went. The musclehunk was nicely packaged in his outfit, and every muscle on his body gleamed with pre-match sweat.

"And his opponent," Luc continued, "comes to us from the great state of Ohio, stands 6' and weighs 210 pounds, wearing the dark blue trunks, from Zeta House, give it up for LON!"

The Zetan jogged down the aisle, his eyes completely on Alex the whole way. Not that Lon himself was exactly hard on the eyes, himself; the hot teen was in perfect shape and ready to rumble.

Alex offered a hand, Lon shook it, and the crowd groaned as one. Alex gave Lon a look as if to say, "Do you believe this?" Lon just grinned in response.

And the bell rang!!

Alex struck first with a flying dropkick launched within a split-second of the bell that sent Lon to the canvas before he could blink. Quick as a flash, Alex leaped on his opponent and dropped his knees down hard into Lon's ribcage. Bringing the younger wrestler up, Alex slapped on a front facelock, then kneelifted Lon right in the forehead, and Lon collapsed backward, momentarily stunned.

Alex went to work, focusing on Lon's left leg. He dropped his knees down hard on Lon's inner thigh, then again, then a third time, then stood up and wrapped Lon's leg around his own, yanking hard on the limb. Not in serious pain but still not enjoying the experience, Lon reached for the ropes, but Alex was able to yank him away before Lon forced a break. Alex stepped over Lon's leg and dropped his weight down on it, provoking a gasp of pain from the Zeta man. Alex turned Lon over onto his stomach, interlaced his legs, and dropped his full body weight down on them. This time Lon did more than gasp!

Alex brought Lon up, and slammed him down hard, stunning the helpless wrestler. Then Alex grabbed Lon's legs again, crossed one over the other, and lay back in a perfect figure-4-leglock.

Lon screamed as his shin and knee screamed along with him. Too far to grab the ropes, his only chance was to reverse the hold. He twisted to his left and back to his right, trying to get Alex off-balance to turn over completely onto their stomachs.

But Alex was too savvy for that. He spread his arms far apart, giving himself a good base to resist Lon's struggles. Meanwhile his legs poured on the pressure bringing Lon's legs to the breaking point.

It was no use. Lon couldn't escape, and his legs felt like they were going to break! "I give!!!" he shouted as loud as he could. Automatically, Alex broke the hold and rolled away from Lon, as the youngster cradled his aching legs and tried to summon the strength to continue the match.

Lon took a page from Alex's book as the second fall started; as the two men locked up, he brought his knee right into Alex's breadbasket, and Alex doubled over as the breath was forcibly driven from his body. Lon scooped him up, and slammed him down hard to the mat, then dropped his elbow down on Alex's chest for good measure. Another elbow, and then a third, and then Lon brought the Lambdan up to his feet and slapped on a full nelson.

The crowd oohed and ah'd as Alex's impressive torso was put on full display. Lon pressed harder and harder, forcing Alex's chin deep inside his massive chest. Alex flexed his mighty arms in response, trying to force Lon's hand apart. The crowd stared, transfixed, as the two big men pitted their muscles against each other.

It was Lon who broke first, as his grip faltered, but the fight had taken a lot out of Alex, and he tumbled to the mat. Lon watched half-dazed as Alex dragged himself to the ropes and began to haul himself up. A plan began to form in his mind......he just had to wait until Alex was on his feet......YES!!!!!!

With a new burst of energy, Lon raced across the ring and leaped onto Alex's back. Quick as lightning, he had one arm wrapped around the side of Alex's neck and the other hand pressing Alex's head into his bicep--a textbook sleeper hold.

Alex's arms flailed wildly as he tried to dislodge his rider; Lon did his best to avoid the blows, and the ones that did land were incidental at best. Alex switched tactics by trying to pry Lon's arms off, but Lon merely increased the pressure, and Alex began to feel light headed.

He sank to his knees, still pressing up on Lon's arms in a vain attempt to relieve the pressure on his carotid. Lon determinedly maintained the hold, putting his full body weight behind his left hand. Alex's struggles grew weaker and weaker and finally stopped altogether. Lon made sure that Alex was really out, then woke him up to face a one-fall apiece score.

Alex woke disoriented and dazed; the sleeper had done its job incredibly well. Only the thought that he had to win this match kept him going; it would look really bad if Lambda went 1-for-5. He turned to face Lon....

And walked right into a bone-jarring bodyslam. Oddly enough, however, that served to energize Alex. He bounded to his feet, and met a charging Lon with a forearm right to the jaw. Another forearm, followed by a bodyslam, and the younger man was reeling. To keep him that way, Alex elbow dropped him right in the chest.

But Alex landed badly, and by the time he recovered, Lon was waiting with a huge right hand right in the chops. Alex responded in kind. Still on their knees, the two sweat-soaked fighters slugged it out, trading punch for punch, going for broke and not holding anything back.

Then Lon sent a right hand with just a little too much power behind it, and ended up sprawled awkwardly. Alex clasped his hands together and brought them down hard on the back of Lon's neck, and Lon hit the mat. He knew that he had to end it, now, because he had almost nothing left. He crawled onto the prone Lon's back, got into a sitting position, draped Lon's arms over his legs, clasped his hands under Lon's chin, and leaned back with everything he had left.

Lon's arms flailed the air as his lower back exploded in pain, and he knew he was beat. Alex felt the insistent tapping on his knee that signalled Lon's submission. He released the hold and collapsed onto his back, just as Lon fell facedown to the mat.

Alex barely heard Luc announce his victory to the roaring crowd. He pulled himself up inch by painful inch, and saw that Lon had done the same. With their arms draped across each others' shoulders, the two weary wrestlers staggered back to the showers.