Blake (Epsilon) vs. Kurt (Kappa) - Pt 1 tonywrestles2

A "poseur." That that brainless jock Blake had even known the word was shocking enough, but that he'd had the balls to accuse Kurt of being one--well, it was something you didn't let slide.

He waited in the changing area, as that new guy, what's-his-face, Jeremy! dutifully intoned Blake's height, weight, hometown, and frat, and wrapped it all up in a shriek of the Epsilon man's name that was just this side of exciting. Still, the potential was there, Kurt decided, he just needed some seasoning.

At the sound of his name, Kurt threw back the curtain and strode down the aisle, one piece of his mind going back to one thing Blake had said: he hadn't really beaten anyone worth the name. Blake had been dead-on in his assessments of Luc (more guts than skill) and Sean (good teamed with Chuck, not used to flying solo), and that accuracy nagged in the back of Kurt's head with an annoying tenacity. If he could beat Blake in this match, it would go a long way toward restoring his credibility and, who knew, might even be the first step toward getting the championship back to Kappa House.

Blake was on the other side of the ring, his match face an impassive mask. If Kurt COULD beat Blake in this match--it sure as hell wouldn't be easy. Andy, from Delta Rho, was the agreed-upon referee--not a tremendous responsibility, since all he'd really have to do would be to count pinfalls and ask for submissions.The bell rang, and the two men began the time-honored slow circle, as much about staring the other man down as it was about looking for an opening. With a resounding slap on flesh on flesh, they tied up in a collar and elbow, their muscles straining against each other for dominance. Blake forced Kurt back one step, then another, until Kurt's back was touching the ropes. He held him there for two seconds, then backed away with his arms raised high and wide and his face still unreadable.

Was it a subtle, calculated insult? Or just clean wrestling? Kurt couldn't tell. And since Scott had warned him how dangerous overanalyzing a match could be, Kurt forced his mind to move on as he and Blake circled each other again.

When they locked up this time, Kurt was the one forcing Blake into the ropes. He held Blake there as long as Blake had held him, started to break cleanly....

....but he was so wide open.....

...and before Kurt really knew what he was doing, his forearm had shot forward to catch Blake right on the chin, stunning him. Kurt pivoted, grabbed Blake's head, and pulled him over his shoulder to land flat on his back. Adrenaline took over as Kurt slammed his forearm down across Blake's chest and then pulled back on the other man's chin.

Kurt shifted position and trapped Blake's head between his thighs, and squeezed. He grinned at Blake's muted grunts of pain, and shifted position again, so that Blake's face was directly in Kurt's crotch. He twisted onto his stomach, forcing Blake onto his back, and thrust his hips forward! And again! This was great!

Kurt rolled back onto his back (being careful to keep his shoulders off the mat--he'd demanded that pins count), and swatted Blake in the rear. Blake retaliated by punching Kurt in the thigh, but from that position he couldn't put much behind the punch, and Kurt punished him by rolling onto his stomach and thrusting against the mat again.

Blake's shoulder stayed on the mat long enough for Andy to count one, then Kurt shifted onto his side and grabbed Blake's arm in an armbar. He leaned back, putting as much pressure on Blake's shoulder and elbow as he could. "Ask him, Andy!!!" he demanded.

Blake twisted and turned, but there was just no way out of the scissors, and Kurt made sure to remind Blake about what he could do with that armbar. With his free hand, Blake tapped Kurt's leg to signal his submission.

Kurt bounded to his feet and acknowledged the mix of cheers and boos from the crowd as Andy raised his arm to signify that he had won the first fall. He spared a glance at Blake, who was still on his knees and rubbing his elbow.

As if he'd felt Kurt's eyes on him, Blake looked up. Kurt's heady grin faltered as he took in the look in Blake's eyes. Forget "impassive." Blake's look was hot enough to boil lead.

Tentatively, Kurt offered his hand. Blake slapped it away and stormed back to his corner, where Doug was waiting with the water bottle. Kurt shrugged, and, still feeling his victory, strutted back to his own corner.

Gerritt was waiting, but with a lot more than the water bottle. "Are you nuts?!?" he exclaimed. "What did you think you were doing?"

"Winning," Kurt smirked. "I did just win. Surely you noticed."

"Stop quoting Goldman and listen to me," Gerritt snapped. "Blake's one of the best fighters on campus. If you wrestle him, he'll beat you, or not. If you piss him off, he'll get medieval on you! Now stop playing!"

The seconds-out buzzer sounded. Kurt waved Gerritt off and turned to face Blake, saying as he did so, "Now watch how someone with style wins his match."

Blake was furious. Losing a fall was bad enough for someone as competitive as he was, but between the forearm on the ropes and the slap, Kurt had treated a Frat President and a championship contender like some wet-behind-the-balls rookie. And Blake fully intended to make him pay for it.

As soon as the bell rang to start the second fall, Blake shot across the ring like an arrow from a bow and dove low. His right arm came up hard between Kurt's legs, while his left grasped Kurt's wrist. Blake twisted his body and sent Kurt ass-over-teakettle to land flat on his back with a perfect fireman's carry. He straddled the fallen wrestler and wrapped his thighs around Kurt's head.

To add insult to injury, and to prove that payback really was everything said about it, Blake ground his crotch into Kurt's face. "Enjoying the view?" he snarled. He rolled onto his back (being equally careful to avoid pinning himself), and grasped Kurt's head with both hands, forcing it deeper & deeper in.

Pressure on his abs was the first warning. The second was seeing his knees climbing higher and higher. He looked, and sure enough, Kurt was trying to stand, even with his head still trapped between Blake's legs.

This should be fun, he thought. He waited until Kurt had just gotten on his feet, and then, with a twist of his hips, sent him crashing back down to the mat!

Blake rolled to his left, and then to his right, and Kurt flopped like a caught fish as Blake inflicted tremendous abuse on his neck. Finally, Blake barred Kurt's arm with one of his, and hooked a leg with his arm.

Since he was now pulling Kurt in three different direction at once, Blake knew what was going to happen. The only question was how long it would take, and the answer was "pretty damn fast." He felt a frantic tapping at his side, which was most likely Kurt giving the fall.

"Most likely," though, wasn't "definitely." Best to make sure, Blake rationalized. So he pulled a little harder. Kurt's tapping grew more frantic, then stopped altogether as he waved his hand in the air and pounded the mat!

"That's enough, Blake, let him go," Andy shouted into his ear. His point made, Blake released the combination hold and rolled Kurt away from him in disgust. He climbed to his feet and let Andy raise his hand in victory. One fall apiece. And, since the look Kurt was shooting him matched the one Blake had dealt before, the third fall promised to be quite interesting......

As soon as the bell rang for the third fall, the two wrestlers charged each other. At the last second, however, Kurt sidestepped and drove his knee squarely into Blake's gut, doubling him over. Kurt clasped his hands together and brought them down hard on the back of Blake's neck; a galaxy of stars exploded behind the Epsilon man's eyes as he fell.

He wasn't down long; Kurt grabbed a handful of Blake's hair and yanked him to his feet so hard, he pulled out a lock. He sent Blake into the ropes, charged into the opposite side, and flew toward the rebounding Blake with one arm stretched out to his side.

Blake, however, saw the clothesline coming and easily ducked under it. Turning on his surprised foe, he swept his leg behind Kurt's hamstrings and collapsed the other man to the mat, then pounced on him and rolled him into a small package. Andy dove to the mat and counted two before Kurt managed to kick out of the pin.

The two men sprang to their feet, pushing each other away as they did so. They came together for one more shoving match, and then the fists started flying. Like schoolboys, they swung at each other with little thought for defense or technique.

Kurt dug down deep and threw a haymaker right that landed spang on Blake's nose and momentarily stunned him. Kurt seized his foe and once again sent him into the ropes. But as before, Kurt telegraphed his move, and instead of backdropping Blake to the mat, Kurt found himself with an up-close-and-personal view of Blake's foot! The kick snapped him upright, and Blake nailed him with a standing dropkick that landed right on Kurt's jaw and loosened some teeth!

Blake recovered first, and repaid Kurt in full for his earlier hairpull. He stood Kurt in the center of the ring, launched himself into the ropes, and leaped into the air with his feet aimed squarely at Kurt's face!

But Kurt somehow found the presence of mind to dodge the attack, and Blake's momentum carried him through the ropes and out of the ring! He landed badly, and took a long time to recover--long enough for Kurt to be upon him. Kurt lifted Blake up--and then slammed him down hard to the floor!

This match was over, Kurt decided. He rolled Blake back into the ring (much to the relief of Andy, who'd had no idea what to do), climbed in after him, and dragged him to the nearest corner. He sat Blake up on the top buckle, climbed to the second rope, adjusted the head, grabbed the trunks--

 --and clutched at his face in pain and shock as Blake drove two fingers right into his eyes. Kurt fell from the buckle to the mat, in agony and half-blind. Blake stood up, still a little shaky, but with more than enough left to finish this. He measured the distance, waited for precisely the right moment.....and then launched himself into the air to come down knee first on Kurt's face!!

The count was a foregone conclusion. Three seconds later, Andy raised Blake's hand and awarded him the match.

The Kappa men swarmed the ring to attend to their fallen brother. Just before he left the ring, Blake grabbed Scott and took him aside. "When he wakes up, tell him that anytime he wants a rematch, just call me. Any time, any place, any rules. And tell him that if he pulls any of the shit he pulled tonight, he can expect more of the same!"

Scott watched Blake stride back to the dressing rooms as Hakeem and Jamie eased the battered Kurt to his feet and half-dragged, half-carried him out of the ring. Lambda and Sigma, and now Kappa and Epsilon. Whatever alliances had sprung from the battle royale, they were officially and irrevocably dissolved.