HW: Ryan vs. Anton: Another Challenge kon_el_superboy

Ryan ran to the ropes. He yelled, "Get back here, punk! I never submitted. You stole that match, you worthless punk!"

Anton froze. He turned slowly and stared intensely at Ryan. Ryan stepped back and spread his arms wide. He said, "Come on, boy, bring it on! I should get a rematch, boy, and I'm demanding it. NOW!"

Anton started back slowly. He said, "You'll only get one rematch from me, big guy. Sure you want to waste it, here and now?"

Ryan said, "No way can you beat me twice. Not a chance in hell. I didn't even submit once. You just got lucky."

Anton nodded. He was going to love beating this massive bigmouth punk twice. With Ryan's damaged back, Anton figured this would be his best opportunity anyway.

It would also free him from the commitment of having to wreslte against Ryan again for awhile. Anton knew Ryan could not challenge him - he had made it clear what this was in front of 50 people and other wrestlers.

Anton said, "You agree that this is our one and only rematch?" Ryan nodded. Anton shrugged, "Sure, then let's get it on, boy." Anton raced to the ring.

The ref stopped him and Ryan from locking up. He put them in their corners. Anton raised his hands up and down to get the crowd going. They wanted to see this rematch.The ref reminded them of the rules. The bell rang and both studs came out fast!

The crowd was excited about seeing these heavyweight studs face off again. When the boys faced off, Anton adopted the same strategy. Ryan, however, altered his. He thought Anton was a coward to use his hit-and-run techniques. The entire last match was a travesty to Ryan.

As soon as the bell rung, Ryan charged Anton. Anton was caught off guard. Ryan squashed Anton between the turnbuckle and his 271-pound body.

Ryan whispered in Anton's ear, "There'll be nowhere to run this time, punk."

For the first time, Anton felt like this second match was a mistake. He could have dodged Ryan, maybe waited for someone else to take him out. But he pushed those thoughts from his mind as soon as they entered. He was here, in the ring with the monster. He had better focus.

Ryan was feeling strong and confident again. Ryan felt his anger still hot. He had realized that lately his emotions had been strong. Now he decided to let them take over. Anton would feel his power and strength. Anton would NOT walk out of here as the winner.

Ryan stepped back, letting Anton sag in the ropes. Ryan grabbed the top ropes on either side of Anton. He used them to drive himself back into Anton, crushing him again. Ryan did that three more times, driving every bit of air from his opponent.

Ryan's gigantic chest slammed into Anton's smaller, softer pecs, crushing them. Ryan stepped back and watched Anton drop to his knees. With a satisfied smile, Ryan reached forward and pulled Anton to his feet.

Ryan reached between Anton's legs and lifted the high school football star high. Ryan held Anton across his chest. Ryan positioned himself and then drove Anton into the mat! Ryan's bodyslam was like anyone else's powerslam. Anton felt pain throughout his strong, V-shaped back.

Ryan stomped on Anton's pecs then his abs. He laid the boots to him hard. Ryan wiped his brow and flicked his hand, spraying Anton's body with his sweat. Ryan walked back to the corner. He hopped to the top rope. Despite his size, he looked right at home.

Ryan leapt off the top rope, his elbow headed right for Anton's pecs. Anton managed to roll out of the way! Ryan crashed hard! Anton rolled all the way to the ropes and hoisted himself up. He looked at Ryan, expecting to see him writhing in pain on the mat.

Instead, Ryan got up to his feet as though nothing had happened. Ryan dusted himself off and pointed at Anton. "Smart move but it won't help you. I can't be beat, boy. Not by you, not by anyone."

It was at that moment that Anton wondered if Ryan was right. Maybe Ryan had really not submitted to him. Maybe Ryan was really just toying with him …

The crowd was on their feet and would be on their feet until the match ended! This was too exciting to sit through. As Anton re-discovered Ryan's power and felt himself being thrown around like a rag doll, Ryan was only getting more confident and cocky. He had the defensive back well under control. His back still ached but he could fight through pain. He had physically trained his body and fought pain every day on the football field. He didn't need years of wrestling skills, all he needed was his iron will.

Ryan let Anton come to him. Ryan was in no hurry. He had been embarrassed by a submission. As much as he professed that he had not submitted, Ryan knew that he had. He could not have stayed in Anton's torture rack even one more second.

But that was Ryan's inner voices. Outwardly, he would deny it forever. Anton would never have the satisfaction of beating Ryan.

Anton approached cautiously. He wanted to lull Ryan into a collar-and-elbow, only to slide by him, launch a kick to the back and then a belly-to-back suplex. With that in mind, Anton made his move.

As Anton attempted to move past Ryan, Ryan was ready. Anton ducked his head under Ryan's arms and moved to Ryan's left. Ryan dropped his left arm, grabbing Anton on the way by. He had Anton around the waist. With unbelievable speed for such a big guy, he lifted Anton into the air and drove him down, driving Anton's chest into the mat followed by the rest of him. Ryan came down right on top of Anton!

Anton cried out in pain. Ryan sat up, happy to have used his opponent's trickery against him. That would teach him not to play games. Ryan forced Anton up. He placed one hand on Anton's chest and the other on his crotch. In one move, Ryan lifted Anton straight up, pressing the 203-pound boy over his head as though he was nothing!

Anton looked down … at seven feet up, he was at a loss what to do. Not that it mattered. Ryan paraded Anton around the ring, showing off his strength and mastery over the once-cocky stud, Anton.

Ryan walked to the center of the ring. He dropped Anton down, watching Anton fall front first on the mat. Ryan ran back and came off the rope. He leapt in the air and splashed Anton, flattening him like a pancake!

Ryan pulled Anton to his feet. He was far from done toying with Anton. Anton would be owed a rematch if they were one-and-one. Ryan wanted to make sure he didn't even think about asking for rematch!

Ryan wrapped his arm around Anton's neck while ducking under Anton's arm. He grabbed hold of Anton's gray football shorts. Ryan pulled hard on the tights, lifting Ryan into the air. He again held Anton aloft, letting the blood sink into his head, letting the stud think about how weak he was.

When Ryan felt like a break, he fell back, driving Anton's back into the mat. The suplex could have been it but pinfalls didn't count. Still, Ryan arrogantly counted, "One, two, three." Letting the crowd know that once again, he could have won the match. Despite Ryan's arrogance, everyone knew that Anton would not waste energy kicking out of pins. So truth be told, no one knew if Ryan would really have won the match or not.

Ryan forced Anton up, literally picking him up because Anton was too out of it to respond. Ryan tossed him back hard into the corner. Anton used the ropes to support himself wondering to himself how much more he could take and what he could do to regain momentum.

Ryan had Anton propped up in the corner. His trademark was power moves that involved his weight. When you had Ryan's kind of strength, every move was a potential power move. He was showing it again tonight. Let the wrestlers wrestle, Ryan could outpower them all. They might get some shots but they would never beat his strength.

The crowd was on their feet and would be on their feet until the match ended! Ryan had Anton propped up in the corner. His trademark was power moves. When you had Ryan's kind of strength, every move as a potential power move. He was showing it again tonight. Let the wrestlers wrestle, Ryan could outmuscle them all. They might get some shots but they would never beat his strength.

Ryan drove his fists into Anton's abs, softening them up nicely. They collapsed under his power and Anton was helpless just like every other wrestler he would ever face. Ryan knew that short of an unfair handicap match, no one would ever be able to handle him.

Ryan backed off. This time, Anton fell face first to the mat. His face his the canvas hard. Ryan was back to being his cocky self. Winning the match was his goal, he had accomplished it now he would teach TW a lesson again. He looked at Anton sprawled on the mat, writhing and trying to rise. Ryan knew he had proven his point.

Ryan pointed at the ref and said, "I told you I never submitted. Now this boy has to pay for your stupidity."The ref was taken aback by the rage in Ryan's voice. Ryan went back to destroying the defensive football star. Anton was going to have the shortest career TW in the history of the league!

Ryan hoisted Anton up. He positioned him on the ropes and threw him across. Ryan sized the boy up and got ready to take his head off with a massive clothesline.

Anton struggled through the daze. Ryan had set up right away, revealing his move. It was a careless mistake but that is what Ryan was. Anton managed to duck the clothesline that might have taken his head off and get in behind Ryan. Anton used the advantage to wrap his arms around Ryan's neck and head.

Anton had slapped on a sleeper. Ryan tried to pry Anton's arms from his neck but couldn't. Ryan couldn't reach around himself to elbow the football hunk. The mighty monster had his wits about him, though.

Ryan drove backwards, aiming for the corner. Anton slyly released the hold, sliding out from behind Ryan. Ryan crashed his own aching back into the turnbuckles hard. He winced. Anton stood beside him and delivered a huge gutbusting kick to the abs.

Anton did it again and again. He moved in front of Ryan. He placed his hands on either side of the ropes and drove forward with his shoulder. Anton repeated the move, until, for the first time, he felt give. Ryan was sitting on the middle turnbuckle, his body limply being driven back by the big shoulders.

Anton was a star on the football team at his school. He knew how to tackle offensive linemen and how to deliver a shoulder. Anton dropped to one knee in front of Ryan. He shot his elbow into Ryan's gut, forcing the super-heavyweight to bend down. Anton grabbed his head and puleld Ryan down, rolling him onto his back.

Anton hopped quickly onto the middle rope and leapt off. He crashed down hard onto Ryan's heaving pecs. Anton used Ryan's momentary (he knew from personal experience that it was truly only momentary) confusion to roll him onto his stomach.

Anton straddled Ryan's back, getting ready to try his best finisher. He hoped it would be enough!

The heavyweights were soaked with sweat, as this marathon continued. They were both tired but you would never know by watching them. The crowd continued to cheer the action.

Anton sat on RyanÕs back. He slid his arms under RyanÕs and struggled to lock his hands around RyanÕs big lats and thick shoulders. With force, Anton tightened his grip. He straddled Ryan, using the full nelson to rub RyanÕs face into the mat.

Just when people thought the full nelson was AntonÕs finisher, Anton shocked them. He pulled up, forcing Ryan back. Anton sat back on the small of RyanÕs back, pulling his torso into his own unique version of the camel clutch!

RyanÕs massive torso was lifted, his back bent back as hard as Anton could manage. With the other back work, Ryan was helpless. But the giant of TW was no one to underestimate. He had incalculable strength. Anton knew this and pulled back as hard as he could. He had Anton leaned back. The crowd could see RyanÕs chin forced to his chest. His lats and shoulders crunched in AntonÕs grip as his pecs throbbed with every failed attempt to break free. Ryan looked out. No way would he submit! Not again!

Ryan knew he was the better boy and he tried to use that knowledge to break free. It didnÕt help. Ryan remained trapped, with no leverage, no power. For the first time in his life, Ryan felt helpless. He could not been forced to submit by one boy. It simply could not be done. But it was being done. And it was being done for the second time in one evening.

Ryan fought hard, but every pull, every push, every twist to free himself just damaged him further. He had let his emotions rule him. Ryan struggled to stay strong but finally he had to admit the truth. He could not risk permanent injury for a lousy win! He said, "I GIVE! IGIVE!"

Anton released Ryan from the combination. Anton released Ryan from the combination full nelson/camel clutch. Ryan might have broken free from the regular camel clutch but not this one. The move was just too good.

Anton stood up. He let the ref raise his hand and then immediately left the ring. He saluted the crowd and went into the back.

In the ring, Ryan was in disbelief. He stood up with effort. Already he felt his strength returning. Anton would pay. Then Ryan remembered his promise. Anton would NOT pay. He swore under his breath.

Well, if Anton could not be made to pay, everyone else in the HW ranks would pay for this. Two losses in one night? Oh, they would all pay dearly.

Ryan knew he was not to blame for this. Anton had not fought him like a man. Not at all. Men fought using strength, not tricky moves that were called wrestling.

Ryan rolled under the bottom rope and marched to the back. He stormed to the back in a rage. The Heavyweight Heels had some action coming