HW: Ryan vs. Anton: In the Locker Room kon_el_superboy

Anton worked out alone in the deserted gym. The gym opened at 6am on Sundays and Anton wasthe only one to use the gym that early. He was okay with the peace and solitude, but he preferred the company of friends. Anton completed his workout quickly and headed to the lockers. He had to workout before Church, which started at 10:00am.

Anton finished showered and walked to the lockers to get dressed. He was completely alone in the locker room.

Anton was a rugged boy, standing 5'11" and weighing in at a solid 203. He was not ripped, but had large pecs, bulging arms and strong legs. Anton was the star defensive back for his high school team. Anton was fast and one of the strongest boys on the team.

Anton had played on the same team as Ryan, TW's super-heavyweight. But this year, the 17-year old Ryan was changing schools, heading over to play for Central. Anton, Grant and the other guys were pissed at his betrayal. But word was Central was building their program back up and they had better access to scouts. Ryan was one of the top offensive linemen in the county, maybe the state. Still, Ryan's old teammates did not take the news well.

Anton was completely alone in the changing room, so when the door opened with a loud bang, Anton turned to see who was charging in. He looked down the aisle. When he saw who it was, his eyes rolled. The guy saw and came strolling down the aisle.

"What was that for?" Ryan asked.

Anton said, "What was what for?"

Ryan said, "That face. You got a problem?"

Anton said, "Whatever. Look, one day soon, I'm going face you on the field. And I'm going to knock you on your ass, blow past you and put that new quarterback of yours out of action. And it'll be on your head, traitor."

Ryan smiled, "You wanna go at me? Why wait until we meet on the field? How 'bout we meet in the ring?"

Anton said, "The football field's better. You can't get your boys to take me out for you. On the field it'll be even odds and you can't call in your hit squad."

Ryan moved to slug Anton. Anton flinched and Ryan smirked at his show of fear. Ryan confidently said, "Oh, don't you worry about that, An-ton. My buddies wouldn't waste their time on you. Lucien, Trace and Kale got more important things to do than rough up a pretty boy like you. You got my word. Nothing illegal before or after. Even if you win. We leave you alone. Unless you're afraid?"

Anton said, "If that's the case, then you're on, big guy. If you can get it done, do it. Ryan, I'm gonna get you to swear that little promise about nothing happening before or EVER after the match, win or lose in front of a few guys. I think I need the insurance of witnesses."

Ryan said, "Arrange it. I mean it, An-ton. I can't wait to get you in the ring. You defensive guys talked pretty big last year about us being the weak link. Be nice to shove those words down your throat. I'm gonna make you beg for mercy, boy."

Anton replied, "You couldn't beat me on my worst day, much less get me to beg you for mercy."

Ryan said, "Really? Why not make this interesting then. A submission match. We'll see who begs first."

Anton was caught up in the moment. He agreed and they shook hands on it. Ryan smiled. Anton might be able to score a lucky pin but there is no way he could get Ryan to submit, never in a million years. Ryan smiled, looking forward to notching another win on his belt and getting closer to a match with Cody.

Anton knew that Ryan would need his new teammates to trust him so Anton invited a few of his buddies that played defense for Central to hear Ryan's pledge. Anton smiled as Ryan made his promise. If Ryan ever broke his word, he would be the pariah of his team and they would make sure no scout would touch him. No revenge in a small teen wrestling league was worth risking that.

Ryan had no problem getting matches on the card. Everyone wanted to see the giant in action.

THIS NEXT CONTEST IS A HEAVYWEIGHT MATCH, GOING ONE SUBMISSION WITH A THIRTY-MINUTE TIME LIMIT. THE PARTICIPANTS HAVE REQUESTED THIS BE A SUBMISSION MATCH; PINFALLS WILL NOT COUNT.

INTRODUCING FIRST, WEIGHING IN AT 203 POUNDS, WEARING THE GRAY SHORTS, HERE IS ANTON!

Anton trotted to the ring, happy to be in action. The crowd was hesitant, worried for the boy. Ryan's reputation for punishing his opponents was widely known and Anton had agreed to a submission match.

Anton was a good-looking stud with a solid body. He wore gray football-style shorts, which hugged his hips and upper thighs tightly. He had wide shoulders, square pectorals and a flat, but not rippled, stomach. He knew how to wrestle, having spent time on the wrestling team during the off-season for the past five years.

Anton did some deep knee bends, stretching in his tight shorts. He had done a lot of prep work. Anton's 4.0 GPA would be a surprise to most but he was a smart boy. He knew what would NOT work on Ryan. He hoped he had figured out what would work.

AND INTRODUCING NEXT, WEIGHING IN AT 271 POUNDS, WEARING THE WHITE TRUNKS, HERE IS RYAN!

TW crowds always had a strong sense of justice. They anxiously waited to boo Ryan, leader of the four monsters who called themselves the Heavyweight Heels. They didn't have to wait long. Ryan arrogantly strolled down the aisle. The massive stud was huge, completely filled out from head to toe. He was not the best-built guy in TW but he was the biggest.

Ryan was wearing white football shorts and a red and white jersey, his new school's colors for away games. He felt like he was on the road, in front of a hostile crowd. Ryan knew how to block out their whining, booing voices. Ryan climbed into the ring, not showing any emotion or discomfort.

Anton ignored Ryan. He grabbed the top rope. He stretched back, stretching out his shoulders. He was very nervous. In order to win this match, Anton had to get Ryan to submit. Pinfalls did not count.

But Anton could not have cared less about winning. He just wanted to prove that he belonged in the same ring as any heavyweight in the league. He knew Ryan had the advantage, but Anton was going to give Ryan a battle. He was going to get Ryan ready for what he would face when Anton blitzed the line this season. That is where Anton would prove his superiority. Deep down, he somewhat regretted accepting this match. But what was done was done.

The ref brought the boys together after checking their gear. He warned them about the rules, mainly to remind Ryan who forgot them whenever it suited him.

The boys parted ways, neither offering their hand to the other. When the bell rang, both studs came out, charged up and ready to get it on.

Anton and Ryan moved in. Anton did not want to get into any kind of strength contest. He knew he would lose. Ryan could overpower anyone. But, Ryan had been training in wrestling for months, taking up the sport on a whim to destroy other kids. Anton had been wrestling for years. That was Anton's strength. And that is where he would have to look for victory.

Ryan, on the other hand, wanted to lock up and immediately overpower Anton. Ryan wanted this to be short and sweet. He knew Anton was no match for his power.

The boys moved together. Ryan went for a lock up; Anton ducked under his arms. Ryan started to turn to face Anton. Anton grabbed Ryan around the waist from behind. He was barely able to lock his hands around Ryan's large waist. Showing his own strength, Anton hoisted, lifting Ryan off the mat and driving him down into the mat with a belly-back suplex. Anton moved beside Ryan and rolled him over.

Anton was doing everything fast. He had practiced like a Formula One pit crew. With friends as his wrestling dummies, he had practiced moving from move-to-move, using combinations and series to avoid having to think. Since very little could hurt Ryan, every second wasted was a potential loss.

With Ryan on his stomach, Anton put his knee into Ryan's back. He put all his weight in that small spot in the center of Ryan's lower back. Anton reached forward and clutched Ryan under the chin. He pulled back hard, keeping leverage on his side.

Anton bounced, trying to break down the muscle. He had a long-drawn out game plan in place, which was his only choice. Ryan was really strong. Anton's only option was to work one area at a time.

Ryan put his hands on the mat. He was unfazed by Anton's attack. He slid his knees under his torso and pushed up, lifting Anton into the air. Anton wobbled and fell off, unable to keep his balance.

Both boys leapt to their feet immediately. Ryan looked no worse for wear. Anton had prepared for that so he was equally unfazed. Anton backed towards the corner. Ryan had shown a propensity to charge weaker opponents. True to form, Ryan charged! Anton bent down and ducked under Ryan's arms again. This time, instead of dodging, he grabbed Ryan around the thighs. Anton lifted and fell back, sending Ryan's face into the top turnbuckle! Ryan stood facing the corner, shaking out the cobwebs. Anton ran back and then charged!

Anton drove a knee into the center of Ryan's back, sending him into the corner. He then straddled Ryan and climbed to the ropes. From the top, Anton jumped off, holding Ryan's head and driving him flat onto the mat, planting him down by the back of his head!

Wasting no time, Anton grabbed Ryan's legs and flipped him for a Boston Crab! Ryan moaned, the first sounds from him during the match. Anton could not tell if it was pain or anger. He chose to think it was pain.

It was anger. Ryan was angry. Anton was not fighting him. He had avoided Ryan's powerful grip. Ryan felt men should battle face to face, but he was pissed that Anton was using what Ryan considered to be tricks! Ryan had no respect for "wrestling" he wanted to brawl!

Ryan gathered his wits. His anger was showing on his red face. He placed his hands on the mat and pushed up. Ryan easily broke the Boston Crab and sent Anton flying.

Ryan climbed to his feet and turned to face Anton who was waiting in the corner. Ryan beat his massive chest twice and said, "Enough games, tough guy. Come on and fight me like a man." Ryan raised his hands for a contest of strength.

Anton came forward and raised his own hands. The crowd gasped. Anton had been doing so well but they knew this was the biggest mistake he could make!

Anton raised his hands. He slid his hands into Ryan's. Ryan smirked at the punk's stupidity. Ryan had proven too many times that he was one of the strongest guys in TW.

They locked hands and Ryan immediately seized the advantage. Anton could not hold up Ryan's mighty arms. Ryan was not even trying and he felt Anton going down. A cruel smile crossed Ryan's face. He loved dominating his opponents. Another little boy who thought he was a muscle stud dispatched.

Anton felt himself going down immediately. Instead of fighting with it, he went with it. He had trained for this. Anton stopped all pressure and dropped to one knee. Ryan was surprised by the lack of resistance and stumbled forward a little. It was enough.

Anton drove forward, using his years of football to leverage his larger opponent. Anton knew how to block and how to tackle. He drove forward and hoisted. Ryan released Anton's hands when he felt himself going into the air. Anton leapt up and dove down, twisting Ryan back, driving Ryan into the mat, back first with Anton on top of him. Anton thought, "Nice to finally do that and not get a fifteen yard penalty."

Ryan had never been lifted like this, his 271-pound frame was normally too much for anyone. But Anton, as a defensive back, was trained to move giant guys like Ryan. Everything Anton knew was oriented to lift and move big weight. Ryan was the perfect opponent for him to combine his football and wrestling abilities.

As he thought that, Anton flipped Ryan over onto his stomach. Anton dropped down, sending his elbow into the center of Ryan's lower back. Anton drove his knee into Ryan's back ten times before Ryan shook him off. When Ryan rose to his feet, Anton ran across the ring, driving his shoulder into Ryan's gut. Anton felt his shoulder give as he hit the brick wall but his momentum carried them forward. Ryan and Anton crashed into the corner turnbuckle!

Anton leapt to his feet and grabbed Ryan around the neck. He dropped down, bulldogging Ryan onto the mat. Anton waited for Ryan to sit up, then drove boots into the center of Ryan's back! Ryan cried out in pain for the first time. Anton finally felt like he was getting somewhere!

Anton forced Ryan up and quickly lifted the 271-pound monster into the air. The crowd gasped as Anton showed his tremendous strength. Ryan had not prepared for Anton to be so strong!

Seconds after he lifted Ryan, Anton dropped him down hard onto the mat! Ryan really felt it! Ryan was not used to being picked up and slammed. Anton heard Ryan grunt as he rubbed his back. Anton rolled Ryan over and sat on top of Ryan's lower back. Anton pulled Ryan's arms up and locked on a chin lock. He pulled back into a camel clutch! Any normal boy would have been screaming for mercy but Ryan was more powerful than almost any other boy in TW!

Ryan withstood the pressure! Anton kept the hold on for nearly two minutes! Still, no submission! Ryan felt his back cramping. He had to admit that he felt pain! That made him angry. He gritted his teeth and in one swift move, easily broke Anton's camel clutch! He stood up, throwing Anton's weight off him as though he were nothing!

Anton charged, only to be met by Ryan's hand around his throat! Anton beat on Ryan's forearm but he could not move it. Then Ryan did the unthinkable!

To prove he was the strongest boy around, Ryan actually lifted Anton into the air with one hand! The 203-pound boy dangled in the chokehold, helpless as Ryan choked the life from him with one hand!

Ryan held Anton aloft by the throat. He held the choke until the ref counted to five. Ryan had placed his hand on Anton's butt to keep him suspended. Now, Ryan simply dropped and drove forward! He slammed Anton into the mat on his back hard!

Anton felt the air leave his body! Ryan put his hand on Anton's chest. The ref did not count. Ryan said, "COUNT!"

The ref said, "Submission only, Ryan."

Ryan slapped the mat three times to emphasize that he would have won. Ryan was still red in the face, angry with Anton for not fighting him strength to strength. Ryan was all about strength contests.

Ryan stood up and flexed his powerful but not cut muscles. Anton was crawling up to his feet. He was on his hands and knees when Ryan returned. Ryan forced Anton up.

Anton drove a fist into Ryan's abs. The blow bounced off and Anton stumbled back to the corner clutching his hand. Ryan rubbed his belly and smirked. He hit himself hard in the stomach - Anton had no doubt Ryan had hit himself harder than Anton had hit him. Ryan then waved a finger in Anton's face.

"Stupid, boy. That's what you are. This is a stomach of steel, boy. You want to trade punches again?"

Anton shook his head. When Ryan came close enough, Anton drove his foot up. It connected hard with Ryan's wall of steel stomach. Again, Anton took the worst of it as he felt twinges of pain up his ankle. Ryan just smiled and charged forward.

He splashed Anton hard into the corner! The air left Anton's body. Ryan walked out of the corner and let Anton sink to his knees. Anton knelt in the corner as Ryan resumed his posing. The crowd was silent as Ryan flexed his hefty body. Ryan struck a series of poses for each side of the squared circle. Ryan said, "Why should only the pretty boys pose? This is real muscle! This is real power!" Anton's ineffectual punch and kick were all he needed to know that he was the boy's master.

Ryan returned to the corner. He pulled Anton out and bodyslammed him to the mat. It was the hardest bodyslam Anton had ever felt in his life! Ryan flexed and posed over Anton. He bent down and slapped his face to revive him. Ryan was furious at Anton for not going down immediately, for extending this match. Now Ryan would extend it. He had no doubt he could get a submission whenever he wanted. But this boy would pay.

Everything Lucien, Trace and Kale had taught Ryan was about domination and humiliation. Unlike the boys who had wrestled their whole lives, Ryan, after only a few months of serious training, had not developed instincts. He had to think during his matches. His power and size were usually more than enough to carry him through. Ryan's anger at Anton was about to be his undoing.

From his knees, Anton stared at Ryan's back. Instead of acting rashly, Anton moved in and sized Ryan up. He measured Ryan and then did his thing. Within a blink of an eye, Ryan was off his feet and over Anton's shoulders.

The crowd was on their feet. Anton had racked Ryan! Anton was squatting 271-pounds! Ryan struggled but Anton would not release the hold! He pulled harder and harder. Ryan's back stretched more and more unnaturally as his was draped over Anton's shoulders.

Was this it? Was this match over?

Anton racked Ryan over his shoulders! Ryan had been up for over a minute now. The massive muscleboy rested limply over Anton's shoulders. Anton pulled down hard, stretching the muscle stud out. The crowd was on their feet. They couldn't believe he had managed this. How could he hold him up?

Ryan, of course, resisted. Despite his size and power advantage, a weaker opponent could always win with better skills. Ryan's muscles had no leverage. His back had been systematically weakened. Anton's plan was coming to fruition!

Anton bounced, moved, twisted his torso all increasing the pressure on Ryan's back. Ryan refused to submit! Anton knew that Ryan would probably rather have his back broken than submit. But, he had worked on ways to make a rack too devastating for anyone to handle!

Anton walked to the corner. He positioned his back to the corner. He lifted his right foot onto the bottom turnbuckle. He moved his left to the second turnbuckle!

The crowd was cheering! Anton was going up. He stood with his feet on the middle rope on either side of the turnbuckle! He leapt off, landing below! The force of the landing went through him and straight into Ryan's back! Anton had had the 271-pound dead weight on his shoulders for minutes. For Anton, it was just like doing squats! And he was great at squats.

Anton climbed again. This time, Ryan broke out of his delirium and held onto the top rope. Anton felt the resistance but didn't care. Ryan didn't have time to exert any force before Anton leapt off again! The second devastating jarring on Ryan's back was enough!

Ryan screamed, "Stop, stop!" The ref signaled his submission. Anton dropped Ryan to the mat and raised his arms. The crowd went nuts! They cheered the giant killer! The monster slayer! In the back, guys heard of Anton's victory. Most were in shock.

The Heavyweight Heels were furious. Most of the other guys were ecstatic. Ryan was defeated? And by Anton? That just gave everyone else hope!

In the ring, Ryan was on his feet and he was furious. He screamed at the ref, "That wasn't a submission! That wasn't a submission!"

The ref replied nervously, "You asked for the match to stop. That is a submission. "No" is not a submission. "Stop" is a submission. It's in the rules."

Ryan looked like he might pound the ref, "I know the rules, old man. I don't care about the rules! Now reverse your decision!"

The ref refused. Ryan saw Anton walking down the aisle waving to the crowd. He narrowed his eyes and moved to the ropes …