Tag: Greg / Alan vs Kale / Trace Part 1 muscle_punk

When the heavy weight heels arrived at the arena they were pleased to see an open spot on the card. Kale and Trace quickly went and hunted down Tyson and Brett. If they were going to prove their grit it would help to defeat a rated team. After they squashed the Bad Boys, they would challenge HB and Kane.

Kale and trace had watched as Carl and Ari destroyed Jack, but they both knew destroying Jack was a joke. Jack and Jessie had no business in the hard ass world of tag team wrestling.

Kale and trace found Tyson and Brett working out with Jed and Luke.

Kale issued the challenge. Before either team could respond Alan and Greg stepped into the room.

"Kale, why don't you and Trace pick on guys your size." Greg said as he shoved Kale back to the wall.

Alan was watching Trace.

Kale shoved back, "Back off Greg. You guys don't have a real impressive record either. At least two of our losses came to good HW teams. Not to rookies and newbies."Greg raised his dukes, "Come on tough guy, take me on, right now." Greg said as he shot a jab to Kale's jaw.

Kale shrugged and blocked the jab. He decked Greg with a right cross.

Alan was livid as Greg went down. "Come on Greg, you're a damn boxer, get up and kick his ass."

Greg got back to his feet and the two wrestlers squared off with their dukes raised.

Kale took a boxer's stance. "Come on Greg, try and hit me. You are not the only boxer in TW."

Greg decided discretion was the better part of valor and backed off. He did not want to go to war with Kale in the weight room. He wanted them in the ring.

"We want your asses in the ring. NHB tag team match. We will show you tough. Get it signed."

Kale looked at Trace. Both he-men muscleboys grinned. We settle for Tyson and Brett when they could crush a tough tag team.

Kale smiled evilly, "You're on boys. How bout tonight's card?"

Greg sneered, "You got it, Kale. I will take you out." He and Alan turned and left the weight room.

Tyson and Brett breathed a sigh of relief. They knew Kale and Trace were pumped and ready to kick some ass. For now the heat was off of them.

Kale and trace did not care who they were scheduled to fight, they just wanted to squash someone. Alan and Greg, Tyson and Brett or HB and Kane, they did not care who it was.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN OUR NEXT MATCH IS A TAG TEAM MATCH. FIRST MAKING THEIR WAY TO THE RING ARE THE COUSINS, ALAN AND GREG"

"ALAN AND GREG WEIGHED IN AT A COMBINED WEIGHT OF 364 POUNDS."

Alan and Greg ran to the ring. They were coming off a win over Jobber and Joke and were ready to face the big guys. Both were wearing blue trunks.

"THEIR OPPONENTS COME IN AT A COMBINED WEIGHT OF 475 POUNDS. THEY ARE KALE AND TRACE."

Kale and Trace walked arrogantly to the ring. They shadow boxed as they approached. Both teens were clad in tight fitting speedoes that showed off their powerful physiques.

Neither team was popular with the audience. Alan and Greg had been a part of Kevin's Posse, having only recently broke the alliance off.

Kale and Trace were a faction of the new group known as the Heavy Weight Heels.

For most in the crowd they did not care who won, as long as they beat the shit out of each other.

Greg was the biggest of the cousins and he wanted to start against Kale. Greg stepped through the ropes and made a come on motion to Kale. Greg raised his dukes. He wanted to box.

Kale was the biggest on the opposing team. He quickly stepped through the ropes and he and Greg met center ring and the slugfest started.

The fists were flying fast and furious. The referee out of fear of being decked kept his distance. If these boys wanted to box, so be it. He was not going to interfere.

Trace and Alan watched as Kale and Greg slugged the living shit out of each other.

Greg was ding pretty well for himself. He had Kale in the corner and was digging some hard shots to his body. Trace was surprised Greg had gotten the advantage. But Greg like Bastian was a golden gloves boxer.

Greg connected with a hard right hand to Kale's head that knocked the bigger boy to the mat. Greg stood over Kale and taunted the downed muscleboy. "Come on you wimp, get up and fight." Greg landed a hard boot to Kale's already red torso.

Kale's face flushed red as Greg taunted him. He took a deep breath and stood slowly to his feet. Kale stood poised and ready to get it on.Greg advanced telegraphing his jab. Kale blocked and slammed a straight right hand to Greg's sternum. Greg whished out his air and pitched forward. Kale unloaded with a huge left uppercut that lifted Greg from his feet and drove him back towards his partner.

Greg quickly tagged Alan and slunk through the ropes.

Kale still had his dukes up, but Alan shook his head. He wanted to wrestle.

Kale lowered his hands and assumed a wrestling stance. Now it was time to get rough.

The two grapplers charged each other. Kale easily caught Alan coming in and lifted him from the mat. Kale power slammed Alan to the canvas. Kale turned and landed a hard stomp to Alan's chest. Kale moved fast for a big guy. He reached down and drug Alan to his feet. He walked him towards Trace.

Trace landed two hard shots to Alan's belly then accepted the tag and stepped through the ropes. He and Kale whipped Alan to the ropes and drilled double axe handle blows to Alan's ripped abs. Alan grunted loudly and sank to his knees.

Kale stepped from the ring as Trace was lifting the winded Alan into a crotch slam. Trace held Alan aloft for ten seconds before slamming hard to the canvas. Alan arched up and took a double stomp to his abs.

Trace glanced at Greg and grinned. He then lifted Alan from the mat and drove a hard fist to his stomach. Alan wheezed this time as his abs started to give way.

Greg knew Alan's abs were not as tough as his. He watched as Trace and Kale pulled a page from Carl and Ari's book and went to work on Alan's stomach muscles.

As Alan doubled, Trace stepped back and drove the point of his boot deep into Alan's belly. Alan sunk all the way to his knees and hugged his stomach.

Trace tagged Kale. They lifted the hurting teen and double gutbusted him over their knees. They repeated the move three more times.

Alan was gasping for air as his abs caved in.

Trace stepped out of the ring before the five count. Kale whipped Alan to the ropes and set to deliver a super kick. Greg had seen enough and headed through the ropes. The ref headed him off.

Trace joined Kale side by side and they met Alan with a double super kick to the stomach. Alan yelled out as the double kick tore into his stomach muscles. He collapsed to his knees hugging his stomach and rolling into a fetal position.

As the ref held Greg back, Trace locked Alan in a full nelson. Kale used the winded, whipped teen for a punching bag. Kale drove in power punch after power punch to Alan's now soft gut. Alan struggled to draw a breathe as the two HWH worked him over.

Greg was livid as the ref held him back and allowed the double teaming. Greg finally stepped through the ropes. When the ref turned, Kale was scooping a beaten Alan up from the mat.

Alan had nothing left as Kale set him for a pile driver.

Trace had climbed to the top ropes. Kale reached up and tagged his best friend. Trace set. As Kale started to pile drive Alan to the canvas, Trace leapt off the rope and drove his full weight into the vicious move. Alan yelled out then crumbled in a heap to the canvas.

Greg started through the ropes. Kale met him half way and slammed the powerfully built teen with a haymaker to the head. Greg staggered back to the corner, where Kale locked his arms in the ropes and then took aim on his rugged abs. Greg was barely conscious as the ref slapped the mat three times and Alan was counted out.

Kevin had watched the match with a rabid intensity. He was pleased to see Alan and Greg go down so hard. No one deserted him without paying the ultimate price.

Kevin wanted Kale and Trace in his stable badly, but knew it would never happen.

The referee raised Kale and Trace's arms in victory.

As they strode from the mat amid boos and jeers they were met by Lucien and Ryan. The four HWH exchanged high fives and scoffed at the beaten boys in the ring.

Alan was unconscious as a result of the brutal pile driver and Greg was sagging in the corner, still locked in the ropes. Both teens had taken a lot of abuse from the powerful heavy weight tag team.

The other tag teams had watched the squash job. A few had gulped knowing they were next on the hit list. Tyson and Brett as well as HB and Kane knew in the next couple of weeks they would be facing Trace and Kale.

Trace and Kale had an agenda. As of now there was no team in TW that matched their power or their weight. They would be unstoppable.