Doug (Epsilon) vs. Rob (Sigma) - Part 1 tonywrestles2

Sitting in the dressing area on Tuesday night, Rob told himself over and over again that what he was doing was right.

God created Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve, Rob's dad had always said. So a guy like Doug, a perv, pushed Rob's buttons like nothing else. When he'd challenged Doug to a match, it had been all he could do not to start pounding the punk then and there.

But then, when he'd been telling Gerritt about it in the cafeteria, the other man had reminded Rob of something he tried hard to forget; a lot of his frat brothers were as bent or worse than Doug, and a few of them, like Sean and Chuck, had actually pushed their beds together. Even Brian, president of the frat and Rob's tag partner, occasionally went out without Rob, saying, "You wouldn't like this place."

Rob shook his head. Well, none of this was gonna win this fight for him tonight. He tried to remember the two times he'd seen Doug fight. The first was that slugfest against Garrison--Doug had won that one, but neither guy could walk the next day--and the second had been his title challenge against Buzz. Rob racked his brains, trying to pick out any weaknesses in Doug's attack or defense.

Something struck him. He thought about it for a long time, trying to remember if it had happened in the other match.

The answer made him smile.He was still smiling when his frat brother Glenn came to warn him that his match was next.

"Gentlemen!" Dwight cried. "This next match is scheduled for two out of three falls, submission only! Introducing first, from Ohio and wearing the blue trunks, standing 6'2" and weighing 225 pounds, from Sigma Sigma, ROB!!!!!!!!!!"

The crowd was curiously silent as Rob made his way down the aisle. Even his own frat brothers didn't go out of their way to encourage him. Something was really weird here.

"And his opponent," Dwight continued, "also from Ohio and wearing the green trunks, standing 6'2 and weighing 220 pounds, representing Epsilon Xi, here is....DOUG!!!!!!!!!"

The crowd went nuts, and Rob realized that, whatever else Doug was, since he was a star athlete, he was one of the most popular guys on campus. If I'd challenged Doug to make a name for myself, or just to put on a show for the guys, it would have been okay, Rob realized.

But Rob had challenged Doug because he didn't like him, and since the crowd DID like Doug, Rob had just put almost all of them against him.

Fine, he thought grimly. This ain't football; the crowd can't affect the match. So enough thinking and lemme just kick this punk's ass......

The two men circled, looking for an opening. They locked up, and Rob bulled Doug into the ropes, and Jeremy (the ref) called for the break.

"Feel good?" Rob whispered mockingly.

Doug angrily shoved him off and charged, but Rob was ready. He ducked low and used Doug's momentum to wrap him into a small package, then leapt to his feet and took a mocking bow at both Doug and the audience.

"Not bad," Doug growled, "but try again." He charged Rob, but this time evaded Rob's grasp and tripped him into a drop toehold. Doug flexed his leg, exerting enough pressure on Rob's shin to make him take notice, then switched to a half crab. "How's that feel?" Doug snarled, as he drove his elbow in Rob's ribs.

Rob reached back in desperation, and by luck or skill managed to snare Doug's head in his grasp. He pulled forward, and Doug released the crab and concentrated on freeing himself as Rob turned it into a side headlock.

Doug tried to secure a headlock of his own, but Rob shook his head free of Doug's grasp and poured on the pressure. He got to his feet, taking Doug with him, and then brought Doug over his hip and back down to the mat, still maintaining the headlock.

Doug tried another tactic, this time wrapping Rob in a cradle, but Rob easily kicked himself free and held the lock. Doug tried another cradle, and again Rob kicked free--but this time Doug felt the lock loosen just a little.

Third time's the charm, Doug thought. He wrapped Rob into another cradle, felt him kick out--and this time managed to slip his head free before Rob could tighten the headlock! Rob sprawled on his stomach, and Doug grabbed his arm and twisted it into a hammerlock. Getting to his feet, Doug dropped his full body weight on the arm, and Rob yelled in pain.

Doug dropped his knees hard onto Rob's arm, nearly breaking it, and Rob's yells got louder and shriller. As Rob starting waving his other arm, Doug reached forward and barred it, completely trapping Rob. He kneed him in the side once more, then trapped the barred arm between his body and Rob's, and reached forward to pull back on Rob's chin.

Doug abandoned the hammerlock and allowed Rob to get to his back--a mistake, because Rob immediately scissored Doug's head between his legs and punched at his exposed face. Doug tried to get to his feet, forcing Rob farther onto his back, but Rob twisted and brought Doug crashing down!

Doug tried again, but this time, his knee drove hard into Rob's back. Rob's legs reflexively came apart, and Doug seized one and yanked Rob over into another half Boston Crab. Rob pounded the mat in frustration, and Doug bounced on the leg like he was riding a horse, then started pounding it with his fists.

Doug fell to the side, still holding the crab, then grabbed Rob's wrist and stretched him out in a bow-and-arrow. Still holding the limbs, Doug got to his feet, then dropped his knees in exactly the spot where Rob's back had arched. Rob moaned and writhed in agony, but Doug was on a roll. He brought Rob up, lifted and adjusted, and then brought Rob down hard across his knee!

Doug tried to bring him up again, but Rob rolled him into a cradle, and came up with one of Doug's legs. He spread-eagled the other man, trapping one leg beneath his foot and pushing the other higher and higher. Doug yelled as his inner thighs were stretched to their limits!

Rob twisted the leg, then picked up the other and arranged them just right. He fell back and Doug's yells became shrills as Rob finished the figure four. Rob pressed down as hard as he could, and Doug's shins edged closer and closer to the breaking point! Doug screamed, "I give! I GIVE!"

But Rob wouldn't release the hold! Jeremy tried to pry him off, but he was outweighed and out of his league. He searched frantically for help, and help arrived--in the forms of Buzz, Hart, and Ian. Buzz and Hart pried Rob off of the helpless Doug, while Ian made sure no one interfered, especially not Brian, who was charging the ring.

Rob finally released the hold and stood. As Jeremy acknowledged the first fall victory, the crowd booed loudly, lustily, and long.

"That was outside interference. I want Doug disqualified now."

Brian's chin jutted out pugnaciously, and his hands were planted on his hips. He probably thought that he was being tough, but Garrison privately thought that he looked ridiculous.

"Jeremy told Rob to break the hold, and he refused. Buzz, Hart, and Ian were helping enforce the referee's decision. If anyone gets disqualified, it'll be Rob. Everyone else agree?"

Six presidential heads nodded in agreement, leaving Brian the odd man out. "Fine. Doug," Garrison addressed the fallen wrestler, "do you want to continue the match?"

Doug, still sitting and rubbing his shins, looked up, and there was no doubt in his eyes. "Fuck, yeah," he growled.

"Then why don't the rest of us get back to our seats," Garrison suggested, "and see where things go from here?"
Rob charged, lifted Doug in the air, and slammed him down hard to the mat, adding a stomp to Doug's lower leg for good measure. He launched himself into the ropes, and splashed down on the stunned fighter. He hooked one of Doug's legs and stretched it forward into a half cradle, but Doug kicked out and rolled to his feet.

Rob charged again, but this time it was Doug who did the bodyslamming, and Rob landed hard. Before Rob had time to react, Doug dropped both his knees on Rob's abs, then held his foe in place while he kneed Rob's gut again and again and again.

Then Doug rolled Rob onto his stomach, straddled his legs, and brought his clasped hands down onto the small of Rob's back. Rob screamed and tried to escape, but his legs were trapped between Doug's. Doug hammered at Rob's back, only stopping when he felt the muscle weaken beneath his constant pounding.

Doug brought Rob up, but Rob suckerpunched Doug in the stomach, and Doug sank to his knees! Rob launched himself into the ropes and clotheslined Doug on the rebound. With Doug flat on his back, Rob began to stomp at Doug's head and shoulders as Jeremy tried to pull him off. Rob turned, and shoved the smaller man away.

But the brief distraction gave Doug time to recover! He rolled onto his stomach and tackled Rob, and schoolboy pinned him. Furious, Doug began to hammer Rob's face with his fists, splitting the other man's lip and puffing it up to almost twice its size.

Doug brought Rob to his feet, front facelocked him, and then brought him up and over in a suplex. With a handful of hair, Doug had Rob on his feet, then lifted and racked him!

The backbreaker gave Rob a whole new education in pain. Doug squeezed as hard as he could, putting incredible pressure on Rob's spine! Rob waved his arms frantically and conceded the second fall to Doug!

With a contemptuous shrug, Doug allowed Rob to drop to the mat like a sack of rotten potatoes. The crowd cheered as loudly as they'd booed Rob, but Doug simply went to his corner, sat on the proffered stool, and waited for Rob to regain his senses.

As soon as Rob signalled that he was ready to resume the match, Doug charged, bulled Rob into the ropes, and brought him over and down with a tremendous powerslam! He sprang to his feet, lifted Rob's legs, kicked him once in the stomach, then jerked him over into a boston crab.

But Rob wasn't beaten yet. He flexed his legs and sent Doug tumbling ass-over-teakettle to land flat on his back. Now it was Rob's turn to schoolboy pin his foe, and use his face for target practice!

Rob yanked Doug up by the hair (Jeremy by now had given up trying to keep this one clean), and twisted him into an abdominal stretch! With Rob's hand covering his mouth, Doug couldn't even cry out! For thirty long seconds, Rob stretched Doug with all the strength he had......but then Doug sent him tumbling over his hip! Doug staggered back, clutching his abs, as Rob massaged a somewhat softer part.

Rob recovered first. He hit Doug with a low tackle that sent them both down to the mat, and maneuvered Doug's body into another ab stretch. But this time Doug slammed the butt of his hand into Rob's jaw, and Rob quickly released the hold. Doug climbed to his feet, grabbed one of Rob's legs, and twisted it around his own.

Rob twisted and turned, trying to free his leg from Doug's grasp. Doug straightened the leg and dropped his knee hard into Rob's hamstrings. He twisted the leg again, then maneuvered Rob into his own figure four! With his bones breaking and his brain overloading with pain, Rob threw a sheer desperation punch at Doug's jaw.

Amazingly enough, it connected. Equally am azingly, Doug released the hold, more in surprise than anything else. He launched himself at the prone Rob, but Rob caught him in a bodyscissors and began squeezing for all he was worth.

The two men rolled back and forth on the mat, Rob trying to crush Doug's ribs and Doug punching and elbowing Rob's thighs. And Doug proved to be the stronger. With Rob on his back again, Doug pried his legs apart with pure strength, then smashed his forearm into Rob's chest.

Rob tried to sit up, but a fist right in the mouth sent him down again. But, since Rob wanted to get up, Doug decided to bring him up.......before dropping him gut first over one knee! Rob's second trip to his feet ended in a devastating DDT.

It was time to end it. Doug barred Rob's arm, stepped over it, and then sat into the hold with all his considerable weight! Rob screamed as his shoulder and elbow exploded in pain! "I give, I GIVE, I FUCKIN' GIVE!" he howled.

"You give what???????"

"SIR!!!!!!!!! I GIVE, SIR!!!!!!!"

Good enough. Doug flung the arm from him like it was poisonous, and acknowledged the cheers of the crowd. He cast a look of disgust at the fallen Rob, now cradling his arm in pain, and bent over.

"Next time you want to go bashing, remember that most of us bash back," he whispered. Rob looked weakly at him and nodded, and Doug, the crowd surging around him, headed for the showers.