Bastian Vs Lance: Part 1 punk_wrestler2000

Since Tommy had lost his match to Samuel, Kevin and the Posse had told him to hit the road. They did not want a loser as part of their team. Tommy felt all alone.

He had felt even more intimidated when Lance had shoved him at Bastian after his loss.

As it stood now, Tommy had nowhere to turn. What few friends he had, were gone.

Bastian for his part was still frying over the confrontation with Rusty and Lance. He had watched the HW match with great joy, as Cody had pile driven Rusty to the mat then took the muscleboy judo expert out.

So in Bastian's eyes that left only Lance to challenge. Rusty would be in no shape for a match today.

Bastian walked to the Posse's training room. One thing Bastian had, and that was brass balls. He was afraid of no one.

He pushed the door open and was met by Martin, Kevin and Rusty. Lance was not in sight.

"What do you want, Boy?" Kevin asked as Bastian dared to just barge in.

Bastian shoved Kevin out of his face. Martin and Rusty were on their feet, but Bastian held up his hand. "I want a match with Lance."

Kevin eyed the blond haired blue eyed muscleboy. Kevin knew if he faced Lance he would get his ass kicked. Kevin nodded, "All right. When?"

"Tonight's card." Bastian said as his blue eyes darted around the room. He knew Kevin's boys were not above jumping one of the Posse's opponents. Bastian did not care. He just wanted a match with Lance.

Kevin moved back into Bastian's personal space. "You know Bastian, we could use a tough guy like you in our group. You were devastating when you squashed Tommy. Man, I really enjoyed seeing the pathetic little wimp get his just desserts."

Bastian's face flushed red. Since Lance and Rusty had thrown Tommy at his feet, the two guys had struck a mutual truce and were beginning to become friends.

Before he could stop himself, Bastian reached out and grabbed Kevin by the throat. "You sniveling little pipsqueak. I would never join the likes of this band of thugs. I may have squashed Tommy, but I do have morals, something noticeably lacking among your peers."

Bastian slung Kevin towards the advancing Martin and Rusty. "Just have Lance in the ring tonight." He turned and walked away, leaving the three teens standing open mouthed.

Kevin stood from the floor. He quickly went to find Tyson and Brett. He would make sure Lance won his match tonight, whether by hook or by crook.

A couple hours later as Bastian, was working out Tyson and Brett entered the weight room.

Bastian knew why they were here.

Bastian stood to his feet as Tyson and Brett flanked him. Bastian readied himself for a fight.

"We have a little message for you from Kevin." Tyson said as he and Brett readied to grab Bastian's arms.

Bastian watched and waited. When Brett went for his left arm, Bastian pivoted and rammed a knee to Brett's balls. He turned quickly and gripped Tyson by the throat. Bastian's arms flexed as he lifted the Bad Boy up then choke slammed him to the weight room floor.

He turned back to Brett and slammed a right hand to the thug's head. "Tell Kevin to back off or else send someone tougher next time."

Tyson and Brett scurried towards the door. They did not want to tell Kevin they had failed to take Bastian down.

Bastian was even more determined then ever to take Lance down. But he now knew he needed someone to watch his back. He had made the mistake, like so many others and crossed Kevin. Tonight's match he knew would not be one on one.

It was easy finding someone to watch his back. Much easier then he had first thought.

Bastian waited in the locker room to be introduced. He had chosen to be announced first.

"Ladies and Gentlemen our next match is a HEAVY WEIGHT match. The first grappler weighs 203 pounds and stands 6'1. He is 16 year old Bastian."

The young women went nuts as the muscular 16 year-old trotted to the ring. Bastian had bulging 17" biceps and ripped six pack abdominals. His legs were lean and strong. Bastian leaped over the top rope and stood center ring, posing and flexing.

The young girls were whistling frantically as the muscle stud posed.

"His opponent for this bout weighs 212 pounds and stands 6'3" tall He is 18 year old Lance."

Lance jogged to the ring. He was a solidly built young man, His abs ripped with raw power. Lance shadow boxed as he jogged quickly to the ring. Bastian was going to be the first to feel his new training techniques.

Lance had spent a lot of time with Rusty of late, training.The ref frisked both guys, then issued his instructions.

The two grapplers backed to their corners as their eyes locked and bore into each other.The bell sounded and the two powerhouse teens mat center mat. Bastian went for a lock up, but Lance stepped back and fired a hard judo kick to Bastian's ripped abs. Bastian took the hard kick and backed up a couple of steps.

Lance did not hesitate he marched towards Bastian and shot two fast hard judo kicks to his lower belly. Bastian was tough but the fierceness of the kicks caught him off guard. He dropped to his knees.

Lance stood back and swung a round house kick to Bastian's head. Bastian was ready this time. He caught the incoming foot and flipped Lance to his back. As Lance hit the mat, Bastian was on his feet and quickly drove a stomp to Lance's ripped abs.

Lance grunted and rolled sweeping Bastian's legs. Bastian hit the mat hard.

Both teens were up quickly and stood facing off again.

They locked up collar and elbow. Bastian cinched in a tight headlock on Lance.

Lance tried to throw him off, but Bastian had the headlock cinched in tight. Lance felt Bastian tighten his big biceps around his head and drive him to his knees.

Lance could not believe the 16 year old was mastering him in the middle of the ring and with a headlock, no less.

Lance used his powerful legs and stood from the mat. He rammed an elbow to Bastian's stomach. Bastian grunted, but maintained the headlock. Bastian tried to muscle Lance down again, but Lance planted his feet and whipped the blond haired pretty boy to the ropes.

Bastian shot back nailing Lance with a hard shoulder block. Lance backpedaled to the corner. Bastian followed him in and shot two hard fists to his abs. Lance just smiled as the punches ricocheted off his taunt abdominal muscles.

Lance grabbed Bastian's arms and reversed their positions. Bastian now found himself in the corner. Lance unloaded with three hard uppercut punches to Bastian's stomach. Bastian grunted and doubled over. As he did, Lance dropped to his back and monkey flipped him from the corner.

Bastian hit the mat hard and sucked wind. Lance bounced off the ropes going for an elbow drop. Bastian saw it coming and rolled. Lance hit nothing but mat.

Lance was back on his feet quickly. Thanks to his training with Rusty, he knew how to fall and how to recover quickly.

Lance stepped back and watched Bastian start to get to his feet. Lance launched a standing drop kick. Bastian stepped back and swatted the muscleboy away. Lance hit the mat hard.

Bastian did not fool around. He dropped a knee to Lance's back. Bastian then slammed Lance with a forearm to the back of the head.

Bastian stood and dropped down on Lance sinking in a brutal Boston crab.

Lance grunted and groaned as his legs were worked over. Bastian sat way up on his back and pulled mightily on his legs. The ref was there asking Lance if he wanted to submit.

Lance started to crawl towards the ropes. Bastian stood and drug the muscleboy back to the center of the ring. Bastian poured on the pressure. Lance was sweating and breathing hard as he tried to fight the pain in his lower back.

Bastian released the Boston crab. He stood and stomped Lance's back. He then drug Lance up and whipped him to the ropes. When Lance ricocheted off, Bastian caught him and applied a hard over the knees back breaker.

Lance slid form Bastian's legs to the mat. His hands were holding his back. Bastian stood and double stomped Lance's powerful abs. Lance whished out his air as he felt the two hundred pounds cave in his abdominal muscles.

Bastian reached down and started to haul Lance back to his feet. Lance shot a thrust to the blond teen's throat. Bastian gagged and stumbled back to the corner.

Lance was slow to get to his feet, but it did not matter. Bastian was still trying to catch his breath.

Lance charged the struggling to breathe teen and hit him with a head butt to his groin. Bastian collapsed in a heap in the corner. Lance put the boots to Bastian's ripped torso.

Bastian finally slipped under the bottom rope and to the arena floor. He needed to regroup.

The ref moved Lance back so he could start his count. Lance slipped under the opposite ropes and snuck up on the winded teen. Bastian felt his presence and kicked back with a hard mule like kick. His aim was true and his foot sunk into Lance's groin.

Lance clutched his balls and sank to his knees.

Bastian turned and hooked Lance's head. He bull dogged Lance to the arena floor.

Lance was dazed as Bastian rolled him back into the ring. Bastian climbed to the ring apron then climbed to the top rope. He flexed and posed as he measured Lance.

Bastian leapt towards the downed muscleboy with the intent of driving his elbow deeply into Lance's gut. Lance tried to move but was to dazed.

Bastian's elbow crashed into Lance's hard abdominal wall. Lance yelled out as his abs gave way.

Bastian rolled from Lance and drug the winded teen to his feet. He whipped Lance to the ropes and caught him coming off in a sleeper hold.

Lance felt Bastian cutting off his air supply.

Lance was already winded and hurting. His mind raced with escape moves.

Using his powerful legs Lance started to backpedal toward the corner. Bastian tried to halt Lance's momentum. He could not. Bastian felt his back being slammed to the ring post, then he felt Lance drive his elbow to his lower belly.

Bastian released the sleeper as his gut was busted.

Lance fell to his knees trying to catch his breath.

Bastian again scaled the ropes. He jumped off landing both feet to Lance's back. Lance was laid out belly first on the mat.Bastian was taking a few seconds to catch his breath. This had been one tough match. Bastian stood back to his feet. As Lance struggled to his knees, Bastian leapt and locked on a flying head scissors. Bastian powered his legs tight around Lance's head. He locked his ankles and turned the head scissors into a figure four headlock.

Bastian rolled Lance around the ring. He tightened his figure four head scissors with each roll. Lance was getting more and more winded. Bastian released the head scissors and locked his powerful legs around Lance's torso.

Lance yelled out as he felt his chest being compressed under Bastian's Herculean legs muscles. Lance could not breathe as Bastian bore down on the hold. Lance knew if he did not submit he would be going to LALA land.

"Stop, I quit." Lance yelled out. He would do anything at the moment to stop the crushing pressure on his chest.

Bastian heard the submission and quickly released the body scissors. Bastian stood to his feet as the referee raised his hand in victory.

Tommy who had been given to Bastian by the Posse, entered the ring with a towel and prepared to wipe his master down. Before the audience could boo, Bastian shook his head no, and took the towel from Tommy.

He placed his arm across Tommy's shoulders and grinned. "Starting now, no more slavery. Starting tomorrow we teach you to wrestle like a true light weight."

Tommy's eyes widened. Finally he had a heavy weight coach. His eyes showed a respect for Bastian. The Posse's loss was about to become TW's gain. Tommy knew under Bastian's instruction he could finally start winning a few matches.

Bastian turned back to Lance, who was just getting to his feet. He strode over to the muscleboy and extended his hand. "Good match. Lance." Bastian said.

Lance was surprised. He knew Bastian was normally cocky and arrogant. Apprehensively he took the out stretched hand. "Thanks, I thought I could whip you. You're tougher then I thought." Lance said as the two tough teens shook hands.

Bastian grinned, "Thanks. Also thanks for keeping it one on one and not using the Posse to interfere."

Lance nodded and looked at the mat. "I prefer a straight forward match. If I lose or if I win, I want to do it on my own."

Bastian could relate to that. "Maybe someday soon we can lock up again."

Lance laughed, "You can count on that, muscleboy. I will avenge this loss."

Bastian smiled. He also had a loss he wanted to avenge.

Bastian, Tommy and Lance headed back to the locker room together.

As Bastian and Tommy prepared to leave Rob entered the locker room.

Bastian sized up the egotistical so-called muscleboy. The he walked right up to the muscle stud and shoved him back into the lockers.

"If you ever injure someone like you did my buddy Anton, I will hurt you.There is no excuse for wrestling like that in sanctioned league matches." Bastian said with anger in his voice.

Rob went to remove Bastian's hand from his shirt. Bastian fired a hard knee to the muscle stud's groin. "Someone here really needs to kick your ass."

Rob stood to his feet, but was not ready to fight. "Think you are tough enough?" Rob asked as his fists clenched and unclenched.

Bastian smiled, "Any time you got the guts, muscleboy. Kale, Trace and the other heavy weight heels must have let you win. No other explaination for those simple few minute victories over the toughest in TW. You are just not that good of a wrestler."

Rob was starting to lose his temper. Bastian was provoking him. Rob raised his hands and Bastian put up his dukes.

"Come on, tough guy swing." Bastian taunted. He wanted the muscleboy to start a fist fight. Bastian was a golden gloves champ. He would knock this muscle-bound wannabe wrestler into next week.

Rob lowered his hands, "Next week, wimp. You and I in the ring. After I crush Anton, I will crush you."

Bastian just smiled, "I hope Cody kicks your ass if you ever get a title shot. You're nothing but a muscleboy who thinks he is tough. In a good match, you would go down and down hard."

Bastian walked away before Rob could respond.