Brady (Delta) vs. Mark (Kappa) - Part 1 tonywrestles2

The week before finals, on most college campuses, is given to wild debauchery and abandon, the last meal of the condemned. So it was at Simpson College. Parties into the night, lazy afternoons spent on the quad, and, of course, man-to-man brawls every night.

Monday night saw five fights, but the one that had everyone buzzing was Brady's challenge to Mark. The Texan had a healthy prejudice against all things Eastern, and the quiet, studious, delicate-seeming boy from New York City personified all he disliked. Mark, for his part, referred to Texas as "that state where men are men and cows keep watching their backs." The only wonder was that it had taken the two the entire semester to finally step into the ring.

The announcer that night was Ian, he of the massive body and equally massive voice. When someone handed him the microphone, he looked at it like it was some strange sexual device, and then climbed through the ropes without it. He raised his arms, and the crowd, without knowing why, quieted down. "Gentlemen and gentlemen!" he boomed. "The first match of the evening is set for one fall, pin or submission! The referee for this fight, Jeremy!"

The young Zeta pledge grinned sheepishly and waved to the crowd, getting a chorus of catcalls and jeers in response.

"Introducing first, from the great state of Texas, where they grow everything bigger," Ian rolled his eyes at that, "standing five foot nine and weighing one hundred fifty-five pounds of pure muscle, wearing the white trunks and representing the wild and wooly men of Delta Rho, this is Brady!"

A huge gasp swept through the crowd. The Texas muscleboy was riding a horse! Yes, led by Andy, Brady rode in on a chestnut stallion. As he neared the ring, he adjusted himself in the saddle, and leapt from the horse's back over the ropes and into the ring. The crowd, taken aback by the sheer audacity of it all, erupted into a wild cheer.

Ian was no little impressed himself, but he composed himself and went on with the introduction. "His opponent hails from the one and only New York City, the city that has everything worth having! He stands five foot ten and weighed in at one hundred sixty-five pounds. Wearing the purple trunks and putting up for Kappa Chi, I give you.....Mark!!!!"

Mark waited in the entranceway for a good five seconds to let the crowd drink him in. His confident stride down the aisle said better than any speech, "I know who I am . I don't need anything to make an impression."

Jeremy quickly checked the two men for foreign objects--not that there were many places to hide something in their trunks--and, satisfied that they were clean, called for the bell.

And the fight was on!!!

Mark charged, but Brady was waiting for him and armdragged him down to the mat. He kept his hold on Mark's arm even after impact, and twisted it into a hammerlock. Mark squirmed in a vain attempt to twist out of the painful hold. Brady stood, still holding the lock, and then dropped his entire body on the twisted limb! Mark let out a cry of surprise and pain as Brady inflicted more abuse on his arm.

After two more body drops, Brady grabbed a handful of Mark's dark hair and brought him back to his feet, still holding the hammerlock. But Mark surprised him by snapmaring him over his shoulder. Brady lost the 'lock, and Mark, with his knee planted firmly in Brady's lower back, snapped on a chinlock and pulled back for all he was worth.

Brady rolled to one side, and Mark lost his balance and fell flat on the mat. He re-established the headlock, subjected Mark to another body drop, and then released the hold. As he climbed to his feet, he kicked Mark once in the small of the back, then stood back and waited for Mark to regain his feet.Mark got to his hands and knees, then turned to face the standing Brady. Brady moved in, but suddenly Mark shot forward and yanked Brady's ankle out from under him! Brady hit the mat hard, and he saw stars as the back of his head cracked against the barely-padded boards. Mark leaped to his feet, grabbed one of Brady's legs, and shoved it forward, stretching out Brady's hamstring. Now it was Mark's turn to stand back and wait for Brady to get to his feet, and Brady took a noticeably long time to do so.

The two men circled, then charged each other. Brady went low, but Mark sprawled back and wrapped his arms around Brady's head and chest. He grabbed a handful of Brady's trunks and lifted him high in the air, before coming down with a resounding crash that shook the rafters! Brady arched in pain as his back took the full brunt of the impact! Mark stood up and planted his foot deep into Brady's stomach, and this time Brady was even longer getting to his feet.

Mark decided to give him a little help--and since one bad turn deserved another, he thought, he used Brady's hair to do it. Mark wrapped his arms around Brady's ribs, but before he could apply any pressure to the bearhug, Brady's powerful legs had driven them both back into the corner. Brady drove his fist deep into Mark's stomach, and Mark doubled over in pain. Brady hooked Mark's arm, and tossed him over his hip and halfway across the ring!

Mark scrambled to his feet only to meet a roundhouse right to his jaw. Brady swung again, but this time Mark blocked the punch and knocked Brady down to the mat with a neat right cross!

Mark brought his foe up by his ears, and avenged Brady's earlier hiptoss with one of his own. Brady hit the mat tailbone first and yelped loudly enough for them to hear him twenty rows back. Mark clamped on an armbar, and with his free arm nailed Brady in the stomach with a forearm smash.

Brady desperately twisted his body to free himself from the punishing 'bar, and managed to reverse it! With Mark flat on his stomach, Brady got to his feet, still holding Mark's arm, stepped over the limb, and then sat down as far as he could!

The pain was the most intense Mark had ever felt in his life! His elbow was being bent in an unnatural angle, and his shoulder was being ripped from its socket! "Give it up, boy," Brady demanded, "or I'll plumb rip yer arm off!"

Jeremy asked if Mark was ready to quit. Mark shook his head and gutted it out. Sweat poured from his brow as Brady bounced up and down on the arm like it was a new pony, but Mark refused to submit!!

Finally, Brady grew bored and released the bar, and tried to decide how next to torture Mark. And that hesitation proved to be a tremendous mistake. Summoning his last reserves of strength, Mark charged his cocky foe and slammed his shoulder right into the pit of Brady's stomach! The Texan collapsed, clutching his bruised midsection, but Mark was on a roll. He brought him up, bent him over, and DDT'd him back down to the mat!

Mark rolled out from under Brady as quick as he could, before the other man could recover his wits. With Brady flat on his stomach, Mark launched himself into the ropes and drove a flying elbow down into Brady's back! And another! Brady weakly writhed in pain but made no attempt to fight back. The third time, Mark dropped his whole body onto Brady's back, landing on it like he was going to ride Brady into the sunset!

This was it; Mark could feel it. He draped Brady's arms over his legs, and pulled back on Brady's chin. Brady's voice spiralled into a soprano as he screeched in agony. To add insult to injury, Mark's fingers clawed Brady's mouth into a smile. "He's enjoying it!" he announced to the crowd, and got a roar of laughter in return.

Jeremy now asked Brady if he'd had enough, and the answer was quite different: "Yes, yes, oh mah Gawd, YES!!!!!!!!! I GIVE!!!!"

Mark released the clutch and let Brady flop down to the mat in exhaustion and defeat. He bent over and whispered, so that only Brady could hear, "So like I said--you know any REAL men?" Brady, too humiliated to answer, said nothing as Mark shrugged and made his way back to the dressing area, high fiving his brothers along the way.