Alan (Kappa) vs. Stuart (Sigma) - Part 1 tonywrestles2

No matter what else happened during the week, every weekend night, there was a fight in the common ring. Some guys just wanted to stroke their macho in front of as big an audience as possible, but there were some who couldn't fight during the week because of classes. Alan, one of the brains of Kappa Chi, was definitely in the latter category.

Alan's match against Stuart, the first of a six-match card tonight, was actually a rematch. Six weeks earlier, Stuart had beaten Alan in a long, grueling match that had left both men exhausted and Stuart slightly bloodied. When word spread that Alan had challenged Stuart again, every guy on campus cancelled his plans to watch what was sure to be a heavy-duty grudge match.

The lights dimmed. The excitement built. And then Ben, the announcer for the night, took the microphone. "GENTLEMEN AND GENTLEMEN..........."

"This match is scheduled for two out of three falls, no time limit, to pin or submission. Your referee for this match, from Delta Rho, Brady." Mild boos greeted this announcement.

"Introducing first, from the wheat fields of Kansas and wearing the black trunks, standing five foot eleven and weighing 170 pounds, from Kappa Chi, here is......ALAN!!!!!!!"

Alan strode purposefully down the aisle, his face all business. He climbed into the ring and perfunctorily acknowledged the cheering of the crowd. His mind was clearly on the match.

"And his opponent," Ben continued, "from the great state of Oregon and wearing the blue trunks, at six feet and 170 power-packed pounds, from Sigma Sigma, STUART!!!!!!!!"

Stuart sauntered down the aisle, highfiving his frat brothers and projecting an utterly casual air. After all, he'd beaten Alan before, right? What did he have to worry about?

The fighters were ready......and the bell rang!

Alan sprang at Stuart, stepped behind the return charge, and hooked Stuart's arms with his as they stood back-to-back. He bent over, trying to pull Stuart over his back and down to the mat. But Stuart was stronger and began to pull Alan in the opposite direction. With a tremendous burst of energy, Alan force Stuart over and down, earning a one-count!Stuart rolled out of the pin and sprang to his feet, all casualness gone now. Alan gave him little time to recover as he seized Stuart's wrist in both hands. One twist and Stuart was bent over in pain. Two, and Stuart was flipped forward to land hard on his back!

Stuart struggled manfully to his feet, but Alan turned the wristlock into an armbar and had Stuart bent nearly in two from the pressure. Alan leaned hard on Stuart, driving the nouveau riche wrestler to his hands and knees, then flat on his belly.

Then, quick as a flash, Stuart flipped forward--deliberately, this time--and wrenched his arm free of Alan's grasp. With Alan off-balance and surprised, Stuart wrapped his powerful legs around Alan's head!

With Alan's head tightly secured, Stuart's casual air returned. He rolled to the left, taking Alan with him for a full rotation, then repeated the roll to the right. Grinning evilly, Stuart rolled the two of them onto their stomachs, and began to vibrate his legs back and forth! Alan's face was scraped across the mat!

Alan threw his head back, and connected with what he'd intended--Stuart's jewels. Stuart gave out a high-pitched yelp, released the headscissors, and cradled his injured parts in obvious pain.

Alan crawled out from under his momentarily disabled adversary and considered his next move. Apparently coming to a decision, he nodded his head and grabbed Stuart's ankles, interlaced his legs, and trapped them beneath his body in a minicrab. To make sure Stuart realized that his lower back was Alan's target, Alan threw three solid punches right in the small of Stuart's back, each one harder than the one before.

Then Alan shifted his body so that he and Stuart were back to back, used his legs to maintain the minicrab, and reached back to grasp Stuart's chin in both hands. Alan pulled, and the pressure on Stuart's back doubled--just as Stuart was bent almost double, in the wrong direction. Stuart's cries of agony filled the hall as Alan jerked his hands forward again and again.

Stuart tried to pry Alan's hands off his chin, but in vain. He reached back to try to snare Alan's head in one of his arms, but Alan easily evaded his feeble attempts. Finally, with his spine about to snap, Stuart tapped the mat in submission!

As the bell rang to begin the second fall, Alan leaped over the onrushing Stuart and caught him in the back with a spinning front kick that sent Stuart sprawling to the mat. Alan pounced on him, brought him up to his feet, scooped him up, and then slammed him down hard to the mat. Stuart's back arched in pain as Alan stepped back to survey his handiwork.

Alan pulled Stuart up again, this time by the hair (prompting a warning from Brady), and sent him into the ropes. Alan launched himself in the other direction, leaped on the rebound, and crashed into Stuart's chest with a bone-jarring body block. The tremendous impact sent Stuart flying backward to land flat on his back, the wind knocked out of him.

Alan allowed Stuart to stagger, weakly, to his feet. As soon as Stuart was up, Alan charged him and shoved him into the corner. Alan's knee came up and drove hard into Stuart's midsection, doubling him over; a hard uppercut sent Stuart upright again. Alan grabbed Stuart's neck and arm and hurled him into the opposite corner with all his strength. Stuart hit so hard, he bounced--and Alan was waiting to backdrop him down to the mat.

Alan brought Stuart up once again and sent him into the ropes. Stuart knew that he had to mount some sort of offense or he was finished. On the rebound, with Alan crouched and ready, Stuart summoned his last ergs of strength and leapfrogged over his foe! He turned--

--only to meet Alan's fist smashing into his gut, doubling him over. Alan front facelocked Stuart, and executed a pure perfection DDT.

The impact knocked out what little fight was left in Stuart. His arms were like overcooked spaghetti as Alan rolled him onto his back. Brady's count was a mere formality.

"Your winner of the match......by two falls to none......ALAN!!!!!!!!" By the time Ben finished his announcement, Alan was halfway to the dressing room and the men of Sigma were in the ring, helping Stuart to his feet.

Stuart shook his head, half to clear it and half in disgust over his performance. Losing to Alan was bad enough, but losing in two straight falls? He swore that the next time he got Alan in a ring, the Kappa man wouldn't have as easy a time as he'd had tonight.