Philip Vs Mark...I jimsub81

Philip was a little sorry to see Tommy removed from the Posse "family." Now, expect for Kevin, Philip was the only lightweight posse member. He found that he and Tommy did not have a lot in common with the bigger middle and heavyweight members so they often hung out together to practice and workout. Now Tommy was gone and Philip was feeling a little lonely. He decided to counter his feelings of depression by throwing himself into the sport. Before the next card he approached one of the newer guys, Mark.

Mark was eager to wrestle but knew full well of Philip's ties to Kevin's Posse. Philip said, "Yeah, I may be a member of the posse family, but they treat me like the red headed step child of the family.' Both boys smiled at the image. "You can believe me Mark, they won't do anything to you win, lose or draw. None of them will probably even bother to show up to watch." Mark was at last persuaded and agreed to the match. There was room following the tag match between Jessie & Jack and Alex & Troy. After the broadly smiling winners of that match exited the ring the announcer began:

"Our next bout is a lightweight match. First, making his debut at TW, standing 5 feet 8 inches tall and weighing in at 144 pounds...MARK!" The good looking 15 year old bounded to the ring happy as can be to have a match. He received a fairly loud and positive reception as anyone who took on someone associated with Kevin was instantly the favorite. He waved appreciatively to the crowd as he took the ring and began to limber up. Just before his introduction Philip heard Kevin say "Hey Phil", Philip turned surprised to see him. "Hey Kevin", he said. All Kevin said was "Just do me a favor and DON'T LOSE!" Philip just nodded his head and said, Don't worry Kev, I won't." Kevin turned and walked back to the locker room. "And, his opponent, standing 5 feet 7 inches tall and weighing in at 140 pounds...PHILIP!" He to ran to the ring showing no signs of the slight depression he still felt. The crowd booed him but he had become used to it, or at least he thought he had. He took the ring and they faced off. They were almost the same size. Mark was an inch taller and a couple of pounds heavier but Philip looked just a bit more muscular. The bell rang and the match was on...

Mark came out charging fast and rammed smack into Philip with a shoulder block. Philip was totally unprepared for the sudden attack from the rookie. He was bulled to his own corner by the charging boy. Philip thought Mark must have either had experience someplace else or was training with someone who knew what they were doing because Mark did a text book side hip toss and Philip landed hard on his backside. Mark came in behind Philip and rammed a knee into his back. Philip arched his body as the knee connected hard. Mark then grabbed Philip in a side head lock and poured on the pressure.

Mark was stronger than he looked. Mark pulled Philip to his feet and walked him to a corner. Philip shot an elbow to the stomach of his captor but Mark absorbed the blow as he reached the corner. He raised a knee into Philip gut and released him but quickly grabbed Philip by the back of the neck. He went to ram his face to the turnbuckles but Philip saw what was coming and put both arms out to the ropes and halted the move. Mark still held Philip's head but began a series of knees to the back. Each one shook Philip's body and rocked him to his bones. He knew he could not just stand there and take the abuse so he let go of the ropes and turned to face Mark. Mark wasted no time and whipped a kick into Philip's belly. Philip doubled over and Mark delivered a double ax handle across Philip's stout chest. Another ax handle had Philip falling back to the corner. A third sent him down to a sitting position leaning against the post. Mark jumped up holding onto the ropes and started to jump up and down on Philip's gut with his feet. The referee came in and informed the rookie that he could not use the ropes that way. He back off and a winded Philip got to his feet.

Mark was bouncing around totally pumped and ready for more. Philip's stomach and back were hurting as was his reddened chest that was heaving as he gasped. Mark had taken it to him good. He had completely underestimated the new boy. They closed again for a collar and elbow lock up but Mark avoided it with a big kick to the gut. Philip again cursed himself for being unprepared as he doubled over. Mark cinched in another side head lock and squeezed hard. He then showed more ring know how and grabbed the back of Philip's trunks and hoisted him up into a back suplex and dropped him hard. Mark came back down with a big elbow across the chest. He gave Philip a hard fist to the navel as he grabbed some hair and pulled him up again. Philip was reeling and was unable to prevent his head from being rammed into the turnbuckles this time. He barely even knew where he was. He heard the counting of a joyful audience, "Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, TEN!" Mark released Philip who slumped down the corner.

Philip lay there with his arms over the bottom rope. The coolness of the ring post actually felt good against his throbbing head. From his daze he saw the unmistakable form of his friend Tommy. He was following behind Bastian carrying his overloaded gym bag. Something fell out of the bag and Bastian spun quickly. Philip couldn't hear what he was saying but he knew he was yelling at his friend. Poor Tommy, he thought, reduced from a promising wrestler to a lowly errand boy for a heavyweight. There was no way the same fate would befall him! Kevin's last lords, more like a warning to him 'DON'T LOSE' echoed in his mind. Mark grabbed Philip's ankles and pulled him from his corner position to the center of the ring. Philip felt him move over him and saw the toes of Mark's feet he figured Mark was about to perform a camel clutch. Philip flipped over and saw Mark squatting over him. He had a look of surprise on his face which turned to a look of pain as Philip used both hands and slammed a judo chop to either side of Mark's neck.

Mark fell over to his side and Philip rolled away and got to his feet. Mark was still gasping and Philip began a vicious series of stomps. Heavy booted feet were impacting all over Mark's lean form. His chest, legs, stomach, and arms all were targets of Philip's wild attack. Buoyed with a renewed sense of purpose Philip dropped a big knee that smashed Mark's lower belly. Philip picked him up and body slammed him with authority! He then dropped and the knee to the gut and picked up the stunned boy whipping him to the ropes. As Mark rebounded he was hit with a perfect drop kick that slammed his chest so hard his legs shot out from under him. His back crashed to the mats like a ton of bricks. Philip then grabbed his left ankle and pulled it up. He began to lay in pointed boot kicks to the thick muscle of Mark's thigh. Again and again Philip's boot toe tore into the meaty muscle. Mark was now on the receiving end as Philip turned the match 180 degrees about.

Philip dropped Mark's leg and turned his attention to the boy's back by landing down on it with a spearing knee drop. Mark rolled over to protect his aching back but Philip just readjusted his target and landed an elbow across the chest. He grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled him up. Mark shot a feeble punch to Philip's stomach but it lacked any power. Philip then began whacking Mark's chest with ax handles much the way Mark had done to him earlier. Each smack was louder and harder the one before it and Mark's chest grew from white to pink to red. Each blow moved Mark further to the ropes. At last Mark rested against the ropes his stomach bobbed in and out as he was gasping for breath. Philip spun around with a roundhouse leg kick that slammed the beaten chest one more time. The impact sent Mark over the top rope and he sat on the arena floor.

Philip followed him out and took one look at Mark and new the newcomer was done for. He pulled Mark up and rammed his face into the ring apron before tossing him back in. Mark rolled into the ring wondering which body part was hurting the most. Philip climbed the ropes. He entered with a leap off the top ropes connecting with a bulls eye body splash that crushed anything Mark may have had left in him. Philip stayed laying across Mark's beaten form as the referee counted to three. The bell was sounded and the announcer boomed out, "Here is your winner...PHILIP"! The audience booed but Philip felt good about himself as he had defeated a tough opponent. He saw Mark struggling to his feet and he took his arm and helped him up. Mark was more than a little surprised at the display of kindness but he accepted. "That was one heck of a match Mark. I thought you had me there for a while." "So did I", said Mark "I won't make that same mistake again." Philip smiled and said "Anytime you want a rematch you got it." Mark said, "You better believe I do. But", as he rubbed his red and sore chest and stomach "not just yet."