Chaz vs Willy- Prologue cagewrestler

Author's Note: I'm new here, so I've tried to go back and get some history to keep within some continuity. I'm basing some direction here on the following "Chaz Facts" that I've seen in other posts: 1) Frank had no mercy on him in their first match in the early days of the org 2) Frank and Chaz are stepbrothers - I believe this was mentioned in the title bout story. 3) In spite of the humiliating defeat at the hands of Luke, evidentially he and Luke are back to being buds as witnessed in the Frank vs Will (y) match. 4) Since the author's intention was to use Willy as the character and not Will, in my story line I will use Willy. 5) W/L Records are based on post 1122, updated with the Frank/Chaz match the Chaz/Martin Match and the Willy//Wesley match. I considered the Frank/Willy match as unofficial to the TW rankings. Hope they are right.

PROLOGUE: Even after he had won the middleweight title, Chaz still had an unfulfilled, empty feeling. Yes, he had finally beaten Frank for the first time in his life, but everyone new the story of the set-up and Frank's goody-two-shoes attitude just reinforced everyone's belief that Chaz's win was a fluke. . . and maybe it was. Was it really realistic to expect a 127 pound wrestler to beat someone 50 pounds heavier? Chaz was so distraught the next couple of weeks he really didn't train, and as everyone knows, the rest is history, as he quickly dropped the middleweight championship to Martin. Then, to top it all off, Chaz learned first that after his humiliating defeat to Luke, Frank was back working out with him (having been taught the lesson: a middleweight NEVER lets a lightweight beat him)and that Frank had a workout match with Willy and now he and Luke had invited Willy to train with them - Frank had never trained with Chaz, he only beat on him- even as little kids, Frank had never let Chaz win, never given him a break, and he would always tease him: "It's in the genes, Chaz, mine are better than yours", a not so subtle reminder that Chaz was adopted.

Chaz's friend Karl noticed the change in attitude, Chaz just wasn't the cocky dude he used to be, and mentioned it to his Dad, who coached wrestling. When Chaz was over, Karl's dad had a little talk with him about how it wasn't the size of the dog in the fight, etc, and then handed him a business card. "This is a friend of mine who can give you some training on how to hold your own against the bigger guys". The card read: Jon Randle, Certified Instructor, Gracie Jujitsu. - Things were about to change in TW. . .

At the TW Arena, there was more dead time than usual due to a canceled match, and right now there was a break in the action, and an empty ring. Suddenly, thanks to some behind the scenes work by Karl on the PA system, the special rap he and Chaz had put together blasted through the arena loudspeakers to a head-pounding bass beat: "TW Wrestling is way to tame/There's a new attitude coming to this game/Prettyboy studs think they rule the roost/Time us punks gotta much bigger boost/Chaz is back with some major schemes/Look out suckers, gonna crush your dreams/They say I'm too small and ain't got no class/Well fuck you bitches, watch me kick some ass!" The piéce de resistance was the background track with the rap, which was a recording of Chaz's brother Frank screaming "I give! I give!" recorded from his match against Luke.

Chaz marched down the aisle in his baggy shorts, baseball cap, and sunglasses, with a black tank top lettered "I made your honor student submit!" Karl parted the ring ropes for Chaz who grabbed a microphone at ringside. "I've got a few things to get off my chest!" The audience was catcalling and booing, but Chaz kept going. Backstage, Luke approached Frank in the locker room area. "Looks like your brother is making a fool out of himself, but he's taking you along for the ride."

"OK, granted, the last time you saw me, I got my ass kicked. Guess I wasn't smart enough to see a doublecross coming. Well that's fine. I don't need a pack or a posse. Starting here and now, I don't plan on losing another match in Teen Wrestling. Now, to matters at hand. In spite of tapping out to my claw hold, my "superstud" brother Frank still acts like he never legitimately lost to me." Chaz made a sarcastic hand gesture when he mentioned Frank. Not only that, but now he has decided to help train a lightweight. . . is it his brother? Hell no! It's that little twink Willy. The ONLY reason he got invited to train with Luke and Frank is that those two pussy middleweights want a whipping boy. Oh wait, you'll REALLY get a kick out of this one. . " Chaz stopped while he and Karl pantomimed laughter, they were really putting on a show. "The whole thing started because Willy boy had decided he was TOO GOOD for the lightweights, and needed more competition - thought he would go up to the middleweights."

Karl chimed in: "Oh right! That lasted all of what 10 minutes. I heard he was screaming submissions for over an hour, and is now the official towel boy of the Luke/Frank training camp"

"Among OTHER duties, as I understand it!" Chaz gave a wink and an obscene crotch gesture.

"Well, TOWEL BOY, here's one lightweight wrestler that BEAT a middleweight, and took the title. You think I'm too LIGHT for you?"

Frank, Luke, and Willy watched from the curtains. "He's trying to bait you Willy, but go ahead and call his bluff. . . Luke and I will back you up.

Willy parted the curtain and walked the aisle to the cheers of the crowd.

"Well look who showed up, guess Frank and Luke must be 'refreshed' and they've released him from his duties."

Willy warily approached the ring as Chaz and Karl made overly dramatic gestures for him to enter the ring. Frank and Luke approached as back-up.

"Oh look, Karl, the mounties have arrived!" Chaz sneered.

Now that he had backup, Willy jumped in the ring, and approached the two punks. Willy was glad in gym shorts and no shirt, and his muscular 150 pounds looked formidable. He picked up a second microphone: " I don't know what your problem is Chaz, but Teen Wrestling is serious business, not a sideshow. Maybe I'm training with Frank and Luke because they see a FUTURE for me in this organization, and I would be more than happy to end your career tonight in this ring if you've got the balls!"

The crowd erupted with cheers. Chaz had never been that popular, and this exhibition was way over the line.

Karl walked over to Chaz and pulled his waistband out, peering down inside with a quizzed look on his face. Chaz looked at Karl with both palms lifted upward in a questioning gesture. They looked each other right in the eye, grinned, and said in unison, "OH YEAH, THE BALLS ARE THERE!", and blindsided Willy with a double clothesline that flipped him over in the ring. The 2 punks started stomping away at Willy's chest and abs, and got in some good shots before running out of the ring as Frank and Luke came to the rescue.

From the curtains that led backstage, Chaz, still with microphone in hand replied, " You're ON chump, get your gear on and let's get it on!"

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THIS IS A SPECIAL CHALLENGE MATCH, NOT ORIGINALLY ON THE CARD. IT WILL BE ONE FALL, PIN OR SUBMISSION, WITH A 20 MINUTE TIME LIMIT. INTRODUCING FIRST, WITH A TEEN WRESTLING RECORD OF SIX WINS AGAINST 3 LOSES, STANDING FIVE FEET, SEVEN INCHES TALL, AND WEIGHING IN AT 127 POUNDS, THE FORMER MIDDLEWEIGHT CHAMPION, CHAZ!!!!

Chaz came strutting down the aisle with Karl leading the way, still apparently dressed the same way. Once again, Karl had engineered the rap as the intro. Chaz stood ringside, and with one flatfooted jump made the ring apron, and with another the top turnbuckle. He tossed his hat and sunglasses down to Karl, then stripped off the tank top, held his arms height above his head, and soaked in the boos and catcalls. Chaz was smart enough to have regular wrestling shoes for better traction, but he had modified a black pair with a little extra graffiti. Then he pulled out the waistband of his baggy shorts, made and obscene gesture to the crowd, and popped open all the buttons of the fly, revealing his new black wrestling trunks, speedo style, with the lettering on the rear "You WILL submit!". That brought a few more catcalls, but a few murmurs of appreciation also.

As Willy was standing at the curtain waiting for his introduction, Frank came up to him. "Hey, the little asshole has a weak stomach. That's how Martin beat him. Work on his stomach and back, and that will slow him down. Just remember, the little fucker is fast, so take him to the mat and keep him there." Willy nodded, grateful for the insight. Frank thought to himself, "Shit, Willy should have been my brother, heck he looks more like my brother than Chaz!" He was going to take great satisfaction from watching his protege take care of his brother, and maybe after this he would demand a rematch and bury that fluke victory for good!

HIS OPPONENT BRINGS TO THE RING AN OFFICIAL RECORD OF TWO WINS AGAINST ONE LOSS, STANDS FIVE FEET, EIGHT INCHES TALL, TIPPING THE SCALES AT 150 POUNDS, CURRENT STATE amATEUR CHAMPION, WILLY!!!!

Willy was wearing his US Olympic style singlet, pulled down to the waist, with straps tucked in. He was warmed up with a thin film of sweat already covering his body. He raised to the ring, rolled in and wasted no time in going after Chaz. Chaz had been standing on the second rope in the corner, working the crowd, and Willy slammed a forearm into the small of his back, joined him on the second rope, and suplexed him back into the center of the ring. Willy was an outstanding amateur wrestler, and was determined to teach Chaz a lesson in wrestling. He then executed a beautiful chain of rear suplexes, never releasing as he went from one to another, and the "new" Chaz found himself dazed and flat on his back. Willy hooked a leg and went for a quick pin. After all his theatrics, in would be humiliating for Chaz to lose in less than a minute! Just before the ref's arm came down for the 3 count, Chaz twisted his shoulder up.

Willy was ready to do some damage. He lifted Chaz up by the chin, then grabbed his wrist and twisted the arm. With his hand on the back of Chaz's head, Willy flipped him over the twisted arm and to the mat, holding the arm to the mat, and hoisted both knees high into the air, driving down on the bicep and forearm of his opponent. Chaz screamed in pain, jumped to a seated position, holding his arm. As he looked up, Willy was coming at him, bouncing off the ropes, and SAFE into second with a baseball slide that hit Chaz square in the chest, leaving him dazed and looking at the ring lights.

The crowd was going wild. It was obvious that Willy was fast becoming a fan favorite, while Karl may have been the only one in the arena supporting Chaz. Martin went to the top turnbuckle and flew, coming down with a knee right across Chaz's chest. Chaz's body twitched uncontrollably on the mat from the impact. Willy was brimming with confidence. It was obvious to him that Chaz would have never beaten Frank if his trainer had been in fresh condition. Rather than go for a pin, Willy chose to punish the punk a little more. He whipped Chaz into the rapes, and caught him in a bearhug. Chaz screamed out in pain from the sudden pressure in the small of his back, and Willy began to really work the bearhug, pouring on the pressure. Each time Chaz would lift his arms in hopes of landing a punch, Willy would grind down, Chaz would scream, and his arms would drop limply to his sides. The ring lights and the heat of the summer evening had both wrestlers sweating profusely, and soon Chaz's arms dropped completely limp to his side, and his head dropped against Willy's shoulder. The ref came in for a closer look, and in appeared to him that the match was over. Willy was grinning widely and the crowd was cheering as the ref lifted Chaz's arm and it dropped once, . . . . twice, . .. . , but as he lifted Chaz's arm upright for the third time, in one quick motion Chaz used the sweat from their bodies to allow him to slip up high in the air, and he came down with his elbow hard against the top of Willy's skull.

Willy was stunned, and dropped Chaz from the bearhug, and staggered back into the corner, as Chaz collapsed on the mat. Willy moved slowly toward Chaz, only to be met with a headbut spear right into the solar plexus. Frank had warned him, but Willy just wasn't quite ready for an opponent who could spring from the mat that quickly and with that much force. The air rushed out of Willy's lungs, and he lay on the mat gasping for air. Chaz quickly mounted his chest and started pounding with open hand palm shots against the amateur champion's forehead. Willy had not encountered moves like this in the high school tournament!

The ref tried to stop Chaz, but the teen showed him the open hand, and the ref shrugged. It looked bad, but was perfectly legal. Satisfied that he had Willy sufficiently stunned, Chaz switched his attack to the legs. He picked on the right leg first, holding it out and then coming down with a vicious knee drop to the inner thigh. He kept repeating the move, pounding on the leg as Willy writhed in agony on the mat. Twisting his opponent over to his stomach, Chaz applied a single leg crab, sitting down on Willy's back. Willy pounded the mat in agony and frustration, but there was no way this lightweight was going to take him with a crab submission. Willy's strength and 25 pound weight advantage served him well as he straightened his leg and powered Chaz off. The move pushed Chaz headfirst into the corner turnbuckle.

As Chaz lay stunned in the corner, Willy staggered up; he lifted Chaz up by the back of the head (with Chaz's buzzcut there was no hair to pull) and slammed his forehead into the top turnbuckle. Once, twice, three times, and Chaz's head was pounding. Willy then remembered Frank's advice and turned Chaz around, draping his arms over the top ropes. Like a boxer working the heavy bag, Willy started reigning punches left and right into Chaz's midsection. With the sweat on their bodies, each punch sounded like an explosion in the cavernous Arena. Chaz's midsection was bright red from the pounding, and Willy felt he could go for the kill.As Chaz was doubled over in the corner, Willy reached around his waist and with his strength advantage easily hoisted Chaz up over his should in an inverted bearhug. Grinning widely, Willy shouted, "Are you ready to meet your maker punk?" and slammed Chaz down to the mat with a vicious powerslam. Through the curtain, Frank nodded with satisfaction. He and Luke had just taught this finishing series to Willy. With his strength and power, it was a natural for him to use against all the lightweights in his division. NOBODY in the lightweight division and just a few in the middleweights could out bench press this kid!

Chaz lay on the mat at Willy's feet, soaked with sweat, sore, and exhausted. He was defenseless, and Willy was ready to apply the rack. He flexed with a double bi shot to the crown, and moved in position to hoist Chaz across his shoulders for the rack submission. Halfway up, Chaz wrapped his arms around Willy's head threw his body as high in the air as possible, and brought Willy's head to the mat with a flying DDT out of nowhere. Before anyone knew, he had Willy on his stomach and locked in an ankle lock submission. Willy pounded the mat in pain, quickly screaming, "I GIVE UP, I GIVE UP!!!!" as the ref moved in to pull Chaz off, but Chaz refused to let go. Willy was screaming and crying and Chaz was loving it. Finally the ref pried the punk off his victim, and after lecturing Chaz reluctantly raised his hand in victory.

THE WINNER, BY SUBMISSION, AT 16 MINUTES 12 SECONDS, CHAZ!!!!!!!!!!

The crowd looked in stunned silence. Willy had dominated the match, and just when it looked like he had the win, Chaz had pulled a victory out of nowhere. But this was a new Chaz, he had never used this hold before. A newer and much more dangerous Chaz.

The punk grabbed the microphone once again. Karl struck once more, and over the PA system came not the rap, but just the recording of Frank screaming "I GIVE, I GIVE!". That brought Frank to ringside.Frank looked up in the ring at his stepbrother. Somehow, in the black trunks he looked a lot less innocent and a lot more dangerous. Chaz was close to exhaustion has his chest heaved from his lungs trying to replenish his air supply, his body glistening with sweat. "Looks like I've got another recording to add to my greatest hits list. Pussy that you are, you took the coward's way out in our championship match and tapped. Then you told everyone I'd never keep the belt, and that win was a fluke. So, BIG BROTHER, I want YOU one more time, and I want you in perfect shape, so rest up, go into seclusion. But I don't want a regular match. If you've got the nerve, how about NO TIME LIMIT, SUBMISSIONS ONLY, 'I QUIT!" match. We go until the other says, "No more, I quit!"

The constant repetitive recording of his own voice screaming "I GIVE" had Frank worked into a frenzy. Brother or not, he was going to destroy Chaz.

"YOU'RE ON, C**KSUCKER"

coming soon, the I QUIT match between Frank and Chaz.