Mike vs Philip a Light Wt. Battle jimsub81

The audience knew who was about to fight next yet they knew vietually nothing about the actual wrestlers. This ,by reading their programs, they expected this match to be less excitement and more a curiosity. What sort of kid could be 6'1" and a scant 135 pounds and still hope to be a successful wrestler? Yet that's exactly the stats that the ring announcer spoke as he introduced the tall, lanky Mike to the squared circle. The 17 year old walked at a normal rate to the ring. He showed little emotion at all and since most onlookers gave him little chance of winning booed some, not a lot, almost considering him a "jobber". He stepped over the top rope and , with an expressionless face, waited and watched as his opponent was introduced. "And now entering the arena his opponent at 14 years of age, weighing in at 140 pounds and standing 5 feet seven inches..Philip!!!". Upon hearing his name Philip bounded down the asile with a ton of youthful exuberance and a big sincere looking smile. He waved to the fans and they responded giving him a round of cheers and applause. Philip was a well put together boy with the beginnings of what was surely to become a well defined body. But right now he still had that bit of "baby fat" around his tummy. Yet all could see his muscular arms and legs and his strong little chest glistened as he reached the apron. He grasped the top rope and with a quick hop pulled himself over it. Once in the ring he waved to the audience and again they made their choice of a champion clear.

The two boys faced each other in the ring as the ref issued instructions. The two were about as starkly contrasted as possible. Mike was 17, Philip a pup of 14. Mike was 6'1" and towered over the 5'7" Philip. Mike, even though much taller, weighed five pounds less than the compact Philip making Mike look almost gaunt with his boney ribs showing and a concave belly that almost gave him a starving look. Philip looked fit and healthy, the very picture of a young teenage boy. Philip believed that he stood a good chance of beating the older boy for the same reasons that the audience gave Mike little chance, he just didn't "look" like a westler yet Mike had gotten this far and he had a reputation for pulling a dirty trick or two if he appeared to be in a real jam. Mike also felt good about the match. Yes, Philip was a strong kid, yet thats what he was...still a kid. Mike thought he might be able to disorient the younger boy so much so that he could apply a new maueuver he had been working on...in practice only.

The bell sounded and the boys came out fighting...

  The two met in the center of the ring and locked up. It was almost comical to watch as Mike was forced to really bend over. Philip outmuscled the older boy and got Mike in a headlock. He squeezed and Mike's face got red. Mike slapped at Philip's back but did no real damage. Still holding his head Philip tossed Mike over his side slamming his back into the mats and now Philip was sitting, leaning his back into Mike's chest and never once releasing pressure on the boy's head. Mike tried to pry the strong little arms away from his head ...to no avail. The crowd cheered and Mike knew he better do something soon or this was going to end badly for him. He reached up and blindly felt around Philip's face till he touched the eyes. As soon as he had his target he raked his fingers across Philip's eyes. Philip recoiled in pain and released Mike. The ref gave Mike a stern warning but he had broken the hold. Philip was on his hands and knees when Mike delivered a swift kick to his midsection the knocked him onto his back. Mike gave a stomp to the baby fat around Philip's navel. As Philip groaned Mike grabbed a handful of hair and pulled the boy to his feet. Philip was still slightly doubled over holding his gut when Mike delivered a double handed chop to Philip's thick chest. The hit straightned up the younger boy and Mike followed with another chop to the chest, then another and another. The loud smacks echoed around the arena and Philip's chest was turning bright red yet he endured it. Mike wound up for another double handed chop and with all the power his thin form could muster smacked Philip's chest again. The younger boy wobbled and fell like a tree, crashing to the canvas, flat on his back. Mike continued his assult on Philip's chest with a stomp from a black boot heel. He reached down and hauled Philip up by the hair but as he did Philip, despite the pain, saw an opening..and took it. He threw a quick but powerful jab into the thin boy's skinny belly. Meeting almost no muscle protection the little fist sank deep into the guts below. Mike felt the deep spearing pain and immediately doubled over. Coughing and gasping Mike sank to his knees with arms wrapped around his middle. Philip came round behind Mike and prepared to take charge of the match.......

 Now it was Philip that hauled his opponent up by the hair. He grabbed Mike's thin arm and Irish whipped him into the ropes back first. As Mike was propelled off the ropes Philip aimed a knee into Mike's thin abdoman. Mike flipped over the knee and landed on his back clutching his midsection and grimacing with pain. Philip dropped an elbow to Mike's chest as he hooked the leg and went for the pin. Mike was hurt but was still able to lift his right shoulder. Philip was angry and came around behind Mike, hoisted him up and applied a sleeper hold. He really had to bend the tall kid over but the hold was on...and Mike knew it. Mike's lanky arms almost touched the canvas as Philip bent him backwards and his right hand touched Philip's leg. Almost with instinct Mike made a fist and swung it upward along the inside of Philip's thigh till it met its intended target...Philip's crotch. The blow crushed the younger kid's nuts. He released Mike and fell to the mat in agony. Mike staggered away and leaned against the ropes to clear his head. Another stern warning from the ref..one more illegal move and he would get a DQ. Philip was still holding his groin as Mike pulled him to his feet and flung him into the ropes. As he rebounded off the ropes Mike connected with a hard clothesline that slammed the boy's chest. The blow stopped Philip in his tracks. He wobbled but didn't fall. The crowd went wild. They LOVED this tough fourteen year old. Mike knew he didn't have the stamina to outlast this kid so he decided to try the move he had been working on. While Philip was still stunned he Irish whipped him again into the ropes back first. As Philip bounced back Mike stood just out of his path. Mike stood on his left foot and extended his right leg straight out in front of him and spun in a 360 degree turn causing his bony right shin to come crashing into the chest of the rebounding Philip. The impact was incredible. The force of Mike's leg swinging in a full turn combined with Philip's own momentum from the rope rebound caused Philip's body to do a flip in the air and he landed flat on his belly with a resounding crash. Mike knelt down and rolled Philip over and placed a hand on the tough little chest that had taken such a beating. The ref counted to 3. He could have counted to 100. The ref raised an exhausted Mike's arm and the crowd gave a reluctant round of applause to the winner. They were firmly behind the youthful Philip throughout the match but had to show Mike appreciation for having demonstrated such a cool maueuver. Mike left the ring the same way he entered it, expressionless. Philip left if much differently then he had come to it. Instead of running he staggered slowly ,holding his beaten chest. He was down but would be back.