Brian vs. Buzz - Background tonywrestles2

For those of you who came in late, I've been building this Brian vs. Buzz story for the past couple of months. I hope that it'll be an enjoyable, comprehensible read on its own, but just in case, here's the backstory:

Brian and Buzz first joined forces during a battle royale to see who'd get the foreign exchange student Nikita ("Nikita", posts #70-76, 79-88).

Brian's reasons for allying with Buzz during that match were revealed when he fought Jake, one of Buzz's frat brothers (#100-101, 103-105).

Brian took another step toward the title when he took on Bruce, another of Buzz's brothers, in such a way that infuriated Buzz and required him to be restrained (#139-143).

At the last regularly-scheduled Presidents Forum, Brian made his formal challenge--but Buzz surprised him with stipulations that Brian hadn't expected (#165-166).

I should be done with the story by 7 or so tonight. You can either read the whole thing then, or log on during the day to catch the latest installment.Now, on with the The intensity in the common auditorium was at a fever pitch. After months of buildup, two of Simpson College's best and biggest were about to go one-on-one for the title--and, not incidentally, settle a bitter score in the process.

There were no other matches scheduled for that night; no one wanted to miss this one. On the one side, you had the challenger, Brian, who had tried to earn his title shot by taking out the champion's frat brothers, one by one. He'd gotten as far as two before the title match was set. He was arrogant, merciless, and hungry.

On the other side, you had the champion, Buzz. He'd seen his men brutalized until he could stand no more. He'd given Brian the title shot the other had wanted.....but, in a surprisingly-crafty move, had put strings on it that Brian hadn't expected. All week, Buzz had been quiet and reclusive--getting his match face on early and keeping it on.

Then Damien stepped into the ring, a microphone in his hand, and they knew that it as about to begin! "Gentlemen and gentlemen........."

"This match is for the Simpson College Championship! Though falls will be counted, the match will continue until one man is unable to wrestle!" The crowd, expecting a bloodbath, went absolutely wild at this announcement.

"The referee for this contest," Damien gestured to his right, "will be Rick, president of Zeta Iota." Rick acknowledged the introduction with a wave of his hand. "His only function in this match will be to ask for submissions!

"And now.....introducing first, the challenger, wearing the red trunks! He hails from the sunny beaches of California, stands six foot three inches tall, and weighed in this morning at 220 pounds. He is the president of the fraternity of Sigma Sigma, and, in his own words, 'the worst nightmare of every Lambda man!' Gentlemen, I give you.........Brian!!!!!!!!"

A surprising am ount of cheers erupted from the crowd as Brian threw back the curtain and strode from the waiting area, confidence radiating from him like sunlight. He climbed into the ring, bounced off the ropes, and settled back to await his adversary."And his opponent," Damien continued, "wearing the black trunks, from the wheat fields of Kansas, stands six foot three inches tall and weighed in this morning at two hundred forty five pounds! He is undefeated in campus competition, leads the men of Lambda Theta, and is the undisputed champion of Simpson College. HE......IS.....BUZZ!!!!!!!!!!!!"The champion bulled his way through the crowd and climbed into the ring, ignoring both cheers and bulls. Not once did he take his eyes off Brian, and as he backed into his corner to await the bell, he pointed a finger at the challenger, as if to say, "You're mine."

Damien quickly absented himself from the ring. Rick asked first Buzz, and then Brian, if each man was ready; both nodded assent. Rick signalled for the bell.....

And the fight was on!

In the instant the bell rang the two men flew at each other and locked up, trying to establish early superiority over the other. Brian suddenly whirled, reached back to grasp Buzz's head, and sent the bigger man tumbling over his shoulder with a snapmare. Buzz bounded to his feet, and Brian snapmared him again. When Buzz returned to his feet this time, he blocked Brian's third 'mare and executed the same move on him, then repeated it! As Brian leaped to his feet, Buzz smacked him hard across the face.

Brian, incensed, leaped on Buzz and drove his knee into Buzz's gut, and Buzz fell to his knees in surprise. Brian clamped on a reverse headlock and forced Buzz onto his back.

Buzz tried to bridge out of the hold, but Brian had the advantage of leverage and forced him back down to the mat. Buzz tried again, and Brian forced him down again. "Don't learn too quickly, do you, Buzz?" Brian mocked him. Buzz ignored him and tried another bridge, and once again, Brian foiled his strategy. "You might as well kiss your title goodbye, big man!" he crowed.Brian brought Buzz back to his feet, set him just so, and leaped into the air, attempting to scissor Buzz's head. But Buzz blocked it and sent Brian crashing down to the mat. Buzz jumped into the air, and brought his knees down right on Brian's back, and Brian shrieked in pain. Buzz liked the sound so much, he treated Brian to another kneedrop!Buzz wrapped his massive legs around Brian's head, squeezing for all he was worth. Brian tried to pry Buzz's legs apart, but a forearm to his aching back gave him something else to think about. He flipped forward, so that his back was on the mat, but Buzz twisted his hips and forced Brian back onto his stomach again.

Brian looked forward, saw an inviting target, and fired a fist. Buzz released the headscissors and clutched at his injured and aching jewels! Brian got to his feet, shook his head to clear it, and then kicked Buzz in the side of the head. He squatted down, got his legs around Buzz's head, and exacted a little revenge for the headscissors with one of his own.

"C'mon, champ, you're supposed to be tougher than this!" Brian said. He slammed his forearm into Buzz's chest to punctuate his taunt, then grabbed Buzz's arm and secured it firmly under his with an armbar.

Buzz had had enough. He reached for Brian's face with his free hand, and, before Brian thought to jerk his head free, stuck his thumb into Brian's eye. With a surprised cry, Brian released the armbar. Buzz adjusted his body, and then did a headstand, still in the headscissors.

Everyone in the crowd knew this one--you dropped backward onto your feet and popped your head out of the scissors. So it was a tremendous surprise to everyone, not least Brian, when Buzz fell forward and landed squarely on Brian! Brian lost the headscissors, and the two men got to their feet.

Buzz was faster. He drove his knee deep into Brian's gut, hoisted him into the air, and dropped him backfirst across one knee. Brian's back arched as the pain pounded behind his eyes! Buzz brought Brian up by the hair, hoisted him up, and dropped him with a vertical suplex! He got to his feet, kicked the still-stunned Brian onto his stomach, and went to work.

Buzz's legs scissored one of Brian's; his arms scissored the other. He rolled onto one shoulder...and Brian's ass and face were both pointing skyward as Buzz finished the cradle. Buzz straightened his body, just to give Brian an idea why the hold was also called a 'crotch rip.'

Brian felt himself being torn in two. There was no way out. He screamed as loudly as he could, "I give, I give, IgiveIgiveIgive!"

Rick tapped Buzz on the shoulder, and the champ released the spladle. Brian tucked himself into a fetal position and cradled his injured parts. "Do you want to continue, Brian?" Rick asked. Wordlessly, Brian nodded his head.

During the interlude between falls, Rick had a word with both men regarding their tactics. "If you guys want to fight like this, that's fine by me," he warned them. "But if the Dean or Campus Security gets wind of it, you're on your own. And if we REALLY have to take this underground because of you, you can bet that neither of you will be part of the fed when it reforms." Since he was backed by Damien and Garrison, both fighters took him seriously.

Rick called for the bell to begin the second fall. Brian and Buzz approached each other cautiously. Then Brian reached out and slapped on a side headlock. Grabbing Buzz's head by the ears, he slammed it down hard onto his knee! Buzz saw stars as Brian reapplied the headlock and began to squeeze.

Buzz reached down, slipped his hand between Brian's legs, and hoisted him into the air before bringing him down tailbone first onto his knee! Brian lost the headlock and sat down onto the mat in pain. Buzz planted his knee behind Brian's neck and grabbed Brian's chin, stretching the neck far beyond where it was intended by nature to go. He then wrapped his legs around Brian's ribs, and squeezed hard. A couple of forearms to Brian's chest, and Buzz was firmly in control of his man.

Brian screamed in pain as Buzz did his best to crush the challenger's ribcage. Buzz abandoned the chinlock and switched to a full nelson. "You want to quit, Brian?" Rick asked, but Brian shook his head in refusal.

Reaching back, Brian slapped Buzz's ears with his hands, and Buzz lost both holds in surprise. Buzz rolled onto his stomach, and Brian hopped onto the middle rope and then came down elbow first on Buzz's neck. Buzz flopped around on the mat like a caught fish, and Brian slapped on a camel clutch. He leaned back, back, stretching Buzz until his head and feet were almost parallel. "Ask him, Rick!" Brian shouted.

Rick did. And Buzz responded, "Yeah, yeah, I give!" Brian "released" the hold by slamming Buzz's face into the mat. "All tied up now, boy," he whispered into Buzz's ear, "but it's gonna be all me from now on."

Buzz charged out of his corner to start the third call, and went flying as Brian armdragged him down to the mat! The two bounced to their feet, but Brian nailed Buzz right in the teeth with a standing dropkick. With Buzz disoriented, Brian slapped on a headlock, and with a twist of his hips brought Buzz over his hip and back down to the mat.

Buzz wrapped his massive arms in a cradle and tried to force Brian to abandon the headlock, but Brian easily kicked out and exerted even more pressure to Buzz's neck. Buzz got to his hands and knees, and Brian worked the headlock as hard as he could, cranking Buzz's head back and forth. Buzz roared and got to one knee, then to his feet.

Then Buzz reached down and lifted Brian into the air, before falling backwards! Brian's neck absorbed the worst of the back suplex, and he cradled his head in obvious agony. Buzz grabbed Brian's legs, lifted them into the air, and stomped down hard on Brian's chest. He spread Brian's legs, then dropped his full body down onto Brian! Chest, abs, crotch--there wasn't a single part of Brian front torso that didn't hurt.

Buzz clamped on a figure-four headscissors, but Brian adroitly backed out before Buzz had it completely locked. Brian fired two fists into Buzz's kidneys, then headlocked him and dragged him to his feet.

Brian executed a neckbreaker that left Buzz a quivering mass of numb flesh. Brian rolled Buzz into a cradle, planted himself on top of the fallen champion, and pushed his legs down to the mat! Bent nearly in half by the pressure and with his abs screaming at him, Buzz tapped the mat to concede the third fall.

But Brian wasn't done yet. With a titanic RIIIIP! that was heard even above the crowd, Brian yanked Buzz's trunks clean off! He paraded around the ring with his prize, whirled them around his head, and then launched them into the crowd.

Rick asked Buzz if he wanted to quit. He asked Buzz if he wanted the match suspended while he got new trunks.

Both questions were answered with the same expletive. Rick shrugged and signalled the bell for the fourth fall.

Brian looked a little surprised when Buzz, now bareass, stalked him like a tiger stalking prey. He was so surprised, in fact, that he let Buzz suckerpunch his gut before he realized that the match had restarted. Buzz clamped on a headlock, and forced Brian's head down to his now-exposed manhood. "You wanted to see it so bad," he spat, "take a good look!"

Brian's surprise was replaced with desperation. His knees began to beat a tattoo on Buzz's hamstrings, and with an am azing display of strength, he pried Buzz's arms apart and backpedalled away.

Buzz went after him, arms outstretched, flexing his fingers. Brian foolishly accepted the challenge, and was on his knees within three seconds. "You can't be THAT stupid," Buzz smirked. With Brian's fingers still interlocked with his, he stepped behind the kneeling challenger, and planted his knee in Brian's neck.

Brian's arms were cross and his neckbones were crunching under the pressure. He tried to get his feet under him, which made Bzz compensate by leaning back. But Buzz lost his balance and fell to the mat, and Brian, now free, slid up his body and headlocked him. Grabbing a handful of hair with one hand, Brian began to slam Buzz's head into the mat.

After seven slams, Buzz's eyes began to roll back into his head. Brian yanked him to his feet and sent him into the ropes, but Buzz nailed him with a clothesline that sent Brian into a 360-degree back somersault and facedown on the mat! Buzz measured his man, then dropped his knee right onto Brian's neck! And again! And again!

And AGAIN!

After the fifth kneedrop, Buzz stayed put, choosing instead to grind his knee into Brian's neck. Brian kicked the mat in agony and Buzz laughed at his cries.

Buzz hauled Brian to his feet and executed a textbook neckbreaker which almost lived up to its name. With Brian half-conscious and putting up no resistance, Buzz wrapped him in the same position in which Brian had had him, and demanded a submission.

"Give it up, asshole, you know you're beat!"

Brian weakly tapped out, and Buzz grabbed a double handful of his red trunks. He looked to the crowd for their decision. The mob's response was loud and predictable. Somewhere in the Beta Chis, a shredded pair of red wrestling trunks suddenly made an appearance.

Rick asked Brian the same two questions he'd asked Buzz. He got the same response both times. Shaking his head, he called for the bell.

Brian and Buzz circled each other, their massive chests heaving as they took in air in tremendous gulps. The sweat pouring from their bodies put every bulging muscle in sharp focus, and the air was suffused with its pungent scent.

Buzz struck first. Once again he slapped on a headlock and forced Brian's face into his crotch. Brian forearmed Buzz in the back to try to break the hold, but Buzz fought back with an uppercut that caught Brian right on the bridge of the nose and laid him out flat on his back.

Buzz straddled his fallen foe and slapped him hard across the face, then turned and addressed Brian's eight-pack. With his meaty fist, he hammered each muscle in turn, doing his level best to break each own down beyond repair.

But Buzz leaned in just a little too far, and Brian brought his knee up and nailed Buzz right above the eye. Buzz fell off, holding his head in pain. Brian got to his feet, waited until Buzz had rolled onto his stomach, and then dropped his elbow into Buzz's back. He hauled Buzz to his feet, lifted him, and then broke him over one knee like a dead twig!

Brian held him there, pressing down hard on Buzz's head and knee. Buzz waved his arms weakly, and screamed out a submission. Brian contemptuously shoved Buzz off his knee, and added insult to injury by wiping the sweat off his forehead and flicking it onto Buzz's prone form.

Before Rick could ask the fallen champion if he wanted to end the match, Brian attacked. He applied a standing abdominal stretch, and Buzz screamed in pain....and anger.

With his free hand, Buzz belted Brian in the chops, and Brian lost both the hold and his footing. Buzz dragged him back to his feet by his hair, and whipped him into the corner. He pinned Brian there and began to knee him over and over again in the stomach--and not caring too much when his knees occasionally fell short.

Bored with the view, Buzz whipped Brian into the opposite corner. Brian hit hard enough to bounce, and fell forward, barely moving. Buzz again used Brian's hair to bring him to his feet, and, in an example of poetic justice, applied his own ab stretch.

Brian couldn't reach Buzz's face to free himself the same way Buzz had, and the pain was blinding. He howled a submission, and Buzz released the hold and let him crumple to the mat.

The crowd expected Buzz to mete out the same treatment he'd gotten from Brian, but Buzz just went to his corner, accepted a drink and a towel from the brothers Beau and Jason, and waited for Brian to get up.

As soon as Brian did, his legs trembling with the effort, Buzz charged. He shot a single leg takedown on Brian that brought the challenger down, and slammed feet and knees into Brian's thigh with reckless abandon.

Buzz wrapped Brian's legs into an Indian deathlock, exerting tremendous pressure on Brian's knees while costing himself almost no effort. He flexed for the crowd while Brian screamed for his doctor, his lawyer, and his mother. To punctuate his dominance, Buzz stomped on Brian's chest with his free leg.

Brian couldn't take it anymore. He conceded the seventh fall to Buzz, giving the champ his first lead since the first fall. Not that falls were counting, but it was still a nice position to be in.....

Brian, am azingly, opted to continue the match, but anyone could see he had little left. Buzz, on the other hand, seemed to be hitting his second wind. When Rick signalled the start of the eighth fall, Buzz shot out of his corner like it was the first.

Buzz tackled Brian and brought him down to the mat, then arranged his legs into a figure four leglock. To increase the pressure, Buzz bridged, and Brian felt his shins start to crack. Buzz rolled onto his stomach, then back onto his back, with Brian screaming and begging for mercy the whole time.

Buzz rolled onto his stomach, released the figure four, and lifted Brian's legs into a Boston crab. Brian howled even louder, especially when Buzz grabbed his equipment and twisted. Buzz then shoved Brian's legs down to the mat, grabbed his hair, and dragged him to his feet. A solid body shot doubled the challenger over, and Buzz trapped Brian's head between his legs. He reach over, wrapped his arms around Brian's waist, and lifted him into piledriver position.

The impact shook the mat. Brian lay there, twitching, and Buzz climbed to his feet. "THAT's for Jake!" he roared. He brought Brian up again, lifted him into the air, and then slammed him down hard across his knee. "THAT's for Bruce!" And then Buzz lifted Brian into the air again, and into a rack.

It was a study in deliberate cruelty. One hand had Brian's equipment in its grasp, and was twisting it into shapes no one had ever seen before. The other hand covered Brian's mouth, muffling his screams and, more importantly, muffling his submission.

And Rick, who had never particularly liked Brian to begin with, suddenly became hard of hearing.

However, even Buzz had his limits. When he felt that Brian had suffered enough, he freed the challenger's mouth. Brian pleaded and begged for Buzz to release him. "It's over, I quit, you win the match, PLEASE LET ME GO!!!!!!!!"

Buzz shrugged his shoulders, and Brian tumbled off him like rainwater and lay for a long time on the mat, breathing, but otherwise not moving.

Buzz collected his belt from Damien and held it aloft. The crowd roared with approval and appreciation. Buzz stepped through the ropes and onto the waiting shoulders of his brothers, who carried their victorious leader in a victory lap around the ring before heading to the showers.