Jason (Lambda #3) v. Matt (candidates) tonywrestles2

The door to the underground gym was locked, but a borrowed nail file took care of that little difficulty. With just the tiniest light guiding their way, two muscular figures stole into the building. "Shut the door behind you," one whispered over his shoulder. The second was close behind him.

Once in the central arena, with no windows to betray their presence to any passersby, they turned on the light. Matt, one of the few wrestlers not affiliated with a frat, climbed into the ring and stretched against the ropes. Jason, one of the stars of Lambda Theta, followed. "You sure you want to do this?" he asked the other.

"Damn sure," Matt grunted. "I love beating up guys like you. You think just because you're in a frat, you're hot stuff."

"Not just any frat," Jason corrected. "Buzz's frat--the champ, remember?"

"Don't matter," Matt said. "I'm not in one, and I'm not joining one."

"Your loss," Jason replied. "Well, you wanted to fight; let's go."

The two men began to strip off their outer clothes. Matt folded his shirt and jeans and arranged them in a neat pile on the ring apron, leaving him clad only in red briefs, while Jason just tossed his to the floor outside to reveal gray boxer-briefs.

"Two out of three, submission, right?" Jason asked."Right.""Anytime you're ready....." The two men locked up and began to strain back and forth for an advantage. Jason yanked Matt's head down and headlocked him, then brought him over his hip and down to the mat, but Matt managed to roll out of it. Jason pounced on him before he could get to his feet and hit him with a front facelock, but once again Matt was able to escape and both men rolled to their feet.

This time, before Jason could attack, Matt seized his wrist and began to twist. Matt launched a series of kicks to Jason's chest that sent him down to his knees. Once there, however, Jason kicked Matt's legs out from under him and the two men rolled around the mat, trying to gain an advantage.

Jason managed to get behind Matt and twisted his arm behind his back with one hand. The other hand grabbed Matt's chin and pulled it in the other direction, putting incredible pressure on Matt's shoulder. "Give up?" Jason asked. "No way," Matt grunted. Jason released the chicken wing, brought Matt to his feet, and sent him into the ropes.

But Matt rebounded with a shoulder block that knocked Jason flat. He launched himself into the ropes again, but Jason brought his foot up and caught Matt right in the stomach, and the independent went down.

Back on his feet, Jason stomped Matt once in the stomach, then hit the ropes and came back with an elbow drop right in the chest. Jason turned Matt onto his back, grabbed one of Matt's wrists in each hand, planted his foot in Matt's back, and stood up.

Matt yelled in pain as both his arms were pulled almost out of their sockets. "You give now?" Jason asked in a harsh voice. "Think hard," he added, and pulled the arms just a little further back.

"Yeah, yeah, I give!" Matt shouted. "Get off!"

Jason dropped Matt's arms and smirked as the other man cradled his shoulders in pain. "Y'know, Buzz taught me that hold," he said casually. "A couple weeks after I joined the frat."

Matt was furious with himself. He'd come here tonight to prove to the fratboy that a guy could stand alone and still be successful, and the sunuvabich had taken a fall from him. When he signalled that he was ready to continue, the look he gave Jason would have blistered paint.

This time, as they locked up, Matt got a hammerlock on Jason and bulled him down to the mat. He switched to an armbar, but Jason got his legs around Matt's head, and Matt released the 'bar.

With Matt's head still between his legs, Jason forced him facedown to the mat, but Matt managed to twist out of the headscissors and delivered a solid kick to the side of Jason's head. Jason fell back and rolled onto his stomach, momentarily stunned, and Matt dropped his elbow right into the small of Jason's back.

Matt brought Jason up--without pulling his hair, which would have been met with sever disapproval had there been an audience--hoisted him into the air, and slammed him hard down to the mat. A second bodyslam had Jason reeling. Matt rolled Jason over onto his stomach, then interlaced his legs in a minicrab. He trapped Jason's legs with his body, grabbed Jason's chin, and began to pull.

"Give it up!" he commanded.

"Nhh wehf," was the reply. Matt guessed that it was a refusal, and pulled harder."C'mon, boy, submit!" he roared.

"Gm frff ym mfm!" came the response. Matt had no idea what that was, but it didn't sound complimentary. He pulled back even harder!

Jason felt his back begin to snap. He tapped Matt's forearm to signal that he'd had enough. With a grunt, Matt released him and let him fall facefirst to the mat.

"I gotta admit," Matt said, "you held out a lot longer than I thought you would."

"Another advantage to being in a frat," Jason shot back. "You're nothing compared to the stuff I had done to me my freshman year. You ready?"

"Come on, boy. Let's finish up."

Matt charged, but Jason caught him with a hiptoss and Matt landed right on his tailbone. Jason clamped on a viselike headlock and forced Matt to his feet, then bulldogged him facefirst to the mat. With Matt momentarily stunned, Jason began to hammer on his back with heavy forearms.

Jason held Matt's head in place by the hair, and slammed his knee right into Matt's face. Matt fell back in tremendous pain. Jason brought him up and dropped him back with another bulldog, then a bodyslam. He brought Matt up a third time, but somewhere Matt found the presence of mind to grab Jason's right leg and bring him down to the mat.

Still on his feet, Matt pinned Jason's left leg with his foot and pushed on Jason's right leg, stretching the Lambda man out as far as he could. He forced the leg down until it was touching Jason's chest, all the while ignoring Jason's anguished howls. He dropped his full body weight on Jason, keeping the other leg in place with his own legs.

But Matt was right on top of Jason, and didn't have the leverage to maintain the split cradle. Jason managed to twist out and seized both Matt's arms in a double front arm bar. He forced Matt onto his back, and then scissored his head with his legs.

Jason released one of Matt's arms to tattoo Matt's chest with his fists. With Matt schoolboy pinned, Jason moved lower, and Matt felt the wind being driven out of him as Jason hammered his midsecton. In desperation, he brought his legs up and snared Jason in a scissors. With the tables turned, Matt inflicted some abdominal abuse of his own on his surprised foe.

Then Matt turned around, grabbed Jason by the hair, and began to slam his head into the mat. When he tired of this, he brought the exhausted wrestler up, kneed him in the stomach, and tossed him into the corner. Jason hit hard and sank onto the middle buckle, almost completely spent.

Matt sensed the victory. He cautiously stalked his foe, wary for a sucker punch or kick, but none came. Matt hauled Jason to his feet, then sat him on top of the buckle. He climbed to the middle buckle, forced Jason's head under his arm, and grabbed the trunks......

Suddenly, something hard hit Matt in the back, and he tumbled to the mat in surprise and pain. Blinking the pain from his eyes, he looked up to see Kyle and Alex standing over him, with vicious, evil grins on their faces.

Without a word, Kyle began to kick Matt while Alex presumably went to see to Jason. Matt curled up into a ball and tried to protect his head as Kyle's kicks found his back and sides. The pounding doubled when Alex returned.

They hauled Matt to his feet, frogmarched him to the ropes, and tied his hands and feet. Kyle ducked through the ropes and out of the ring, then clamped on a chinlock and began to pull, while Alex pounded Matt's abs with fists and feet. Matt's muffled screams filled the arena, but there was no one but the three Lambda men to hear them.

Kyle whispered in Matt's ear, "Next time, you might want to make sure the door is really locked, asshole."

When Kyle untangled him from the ropes, Matt collapsed to the mat, barely able to move. And that's when Jason took a hand--or rather, knee. He climbed to the top rope and hurled himself through the air to come down kneefirst on Matt's upper back. Matt screamed and nearly blacked out. Kyle and Jason hauled him to his feet, backed him into a corner, and then double whipped him into the opposite corner, right into Alex's waiting clothesline. Matt hit the ground, and did not move, except for the rising and falling of his chest.

Satisfied, the three jocks left the ring. As he left, Jason bent over the fallen Matt and whispered, "Another reason for joining a frat--there's always someone to watch your back. See you around, loser."

When Matt was finally able to move again, he dragged his battered body out of the ring and back to his dorm. And picked up the phone.