Chaz vs Frank, Prologue 2-Anarky Rules cagewrestler

Prologue 2 - Anarky Rules!

Chaz was seated on the floor with his legs twisted completely behind his back in a yoga position. He rocked back so he was flat on his back. Karl shook his head. "I don't see how twisting yourself like a pretzel is going to help you in the TWL. Now are your SURE you want me to do this?" Chaz nodded, and Karl dropped a medicine ball down directly on Chaz's exposed stomach.

"Ugh!" Chaz grunted and gritted his teeth. "Again!" Karl shook his head, and continued to drop the medicine ball. He really couldn't follow Chaz these days, but could tell his friend was totally focused and had some sort of master plan in his head. Chaz's sessions with Jon only lasted 90 minutes a day, and really didn't include that much workout time. Chaz had 100% confidence in his new mentor, and took all suggestions and drills to heart, so after the morning sessions with Jon, he would get together with Karl in the afternoon for workouts. The buzzer on the timer rang. Exactly 10 minutes with the medicine ball bouncing into his stomach. Even though visually one would notice no major change in Chaz's physique, the fact was his midsection was becoming like iron. Not defined, but able to absorb blow after blow. "OK, now for some fun stuff, let's hit the ring!"

Even though Karl wasn't actively wrestling in the TWL he loved the high flying moves, and had some gymnastic training. His Dad had built a ring around Karl's backyard trampoline - very substantial, so he had a perfect and safe spot to try kamikaze moves. When Karl and Chaz wrestled, it was always high spot, high risk wrestling to a pin.

They jumped into the ring, bouncing around. Karl smirked at his friend, "You sure you want to do this with only a couple of days before your big match. I wouldn't want to deflate your ego too much by pinning you 7 or 8 times!

"In your dreams, sucker!" with those words Chaz bounced straight up on the trampoline and landed a thrust kick to Karl's chest. Karl bounced backwards, but right up thanks to the trampoline and returned a spinning kick to the side of Chaz's head. He went for a quick suplex and then threw Chaz into the corner turnbuckle. Because of the give in the trampoline, suplex's and hitting the "mat" really didn't knock too much wind out of a wrestler. Karl lifted Chaz up to the top turnbuckle and followed him up. With Chaz in a seated position, and Karl standing over him on the top rope, Karl wrapped his thighs around Chaz's neck and flipped backwards with a perfectly executed Frankensteiner, landing on top in a perfect schoolboy pin position. He hooked Chaz's legs and leaned forward, counting one, two, three!

"And the winner of the first fall, Karl the Krusher!" Karl grinned and flexed over Chaz who laughed at him. One thing that Chaz had learned from Jon is that if you have the confidence that you can win, there is no need to win in workouts. Karl loved this change in Chaz, since even though he knew Chaz wouldn't go all out on him, it was giving him the confidence to maybe venture into the TWL ring himself one day. He loved the schtick of pro wrestling, but was afraid in the TWL the guys were a little too serious.

"OK, you won that one, now get your fucking crotch out of my face and let me try that one on you!"

They worked out for about an hour, finally stopping, soaked with sweat. Karl got serious. "I don't understand why you don't want me at ringside for your I Quit match, and your rap got such a great pop, why don't you want me to get it on over the loudspeaker this time?"

Chaz just grinned: "Because that is what everyone is expecting. You've got to keep 'em guessing and off balance. Remember this: "Anarky Rules!"

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THIS IS A SPECIAL "I QUIT" CHALLENGE MATCH. THE STIPULATIONS ARE AS FOLLOWS: THERE IS NO TIME LIMIT. NO HOLDS ARE BARRED. AFTER A PINFALL OR SUBMISSION THERE WILL BE A TWENTY COUNT REST PERIOD. THE MATCH WILL CONTINUE UNTIL ONE WRESTLER CANNOT CONTINUE FOR THE NEXT FALL AND SAYS "I QUIT".

INTRODUCING FIRST, OUT OF THE MIDDLEWEIGHT DIVISION, STANDING FIVE FEET, ELEVEN INCHES TALL, WEIGHING IN TONIGHT AT 178 POUNDS, A FORMER MIDDLEWEIGHT DIVISION CHAMPION, FRANK!

Frank came down the aisle in his trademark red trunks, but he had picked up a new pair. He had run across a pair with the "Bad Boy" logo, and decided that these would fit his new tougher image even better. He grabbed the top rope, and vaulted over and into the ring, holding his arms up to the cheers of the crowd. His open white satin jacket revealed the muscleboy torso that kept his fans coming back even through some unexpected losses. He was barefoot tonight, and ripped his jacket off and tossed it over the ropes to the attendant. He wanted to be ready in case of a Pearl Harbor attack from Chaz.

Frank had not seen his brother since the challenge. Chaz had asked for and received permission to stay at Karl's house, so they had not spoken in two weeks.

AND NOW THE CHALLENGER, OUT OF THE LIGHTWEIGHT DIVISION, BUT ALSO A FORMER MIDDLEWEIGHT CHAMPION, STANDING FIVE FEET, SEVEN INCHES TALL AND WEIGHING IN TONIGHT AT 127 POUNDS, THE DUDE WITH AN ATTITUDE, CHAZ!!!

The boos and catcalls began to chorus in the TWL Arena, but when the curtains parted and Chaz came down the aisle, a strange silence fell across the crowd. There was no music, no Karl, no cap, no sunglasses, no skateboarder shorts. Chaz had just had a half inch buzzcut, and was clad in plain (no lettering) black speedo trunks and black amateur wrestling shoes with a plain white towel around his shoulders. He also wore black fingerless workout gloves. He climbed up onto the ring apron and entered the ring between the top and middle ropes without great fanfare or emotion, holding one arm up briefly to acknowledge the introduction.

The referee gestured the two wrestlers to center ring. Chaz towed off and tossed his towel out of the ring. The ref was clearly uncomfortable; as he gave his instructions, Chaz looked straight ahead, his eyes level about with his brother's mouth, which was flapping. "I don't know what you are up to, BRO, but it ain't gonna work, and since you've been on vacation for two weeks and Dad has made me do all the yardwork, let's just add the stipulation that loser is yardman for the rest of the year. I've got too many babes hot for my bod to waste my time on chores!" As Frank spoke, he punched his brother in the chest with his finger, but it generated no response other than the word, "Fine, but if you're so confident, why don't we up the ante. Cycle vs cycle!" Frank's expression lost some confidence. This year he had been rewarded for his senior year with a brand new motorcycle, with Chaz getting the hand-me-down. The cycle was definitely a chick magnet, especially with a stud like Frank riding it. He recovered his bluster quickly though, and said, "Your on!"

With that Frank landed a quick knee right into Chaz's solar plexus and followed up immediately with a DDT, driving Chaz face first into the mat. Frank was a flurry of powerful rage as he stood over Chaz and dropped knee after knee into the small of his brother's back. He bent down and cupped his hand under Chaz's chin and brought him to his feet, scooped him up and dropped him down across his knee with a backbreaker. With Chaz draped across his knee, Frank started to drive elbow smashes down right into Chaz's exposed abs. "You thought Martin was tough on your abs, bro? I'm going to break you in two right at the midsection before I'm through tonight!"

Chaz was writhing in pain and agony, screaming as Frank punished his midsection. Frank kept screaming at him, "Submit, pussy, submit!". But Chaz held on. Finally Frank let him slide off his knee onto the mat. A few more stomps, and then once again Frank lifted his brother off the mat and whipped him into the turnbuckle. He confidently moved toward Chaz, but the smaller wrestler snapped a back elbow, catching Frank against the side of the head, stunning the muscleboy. Chaz mounted the second rope, and jumped off, catching Frank's head as he passed, driving it down into the mat. Frank was stunned, Chaz rolled him over, and the ref pounded the mat one, two, . . .

But Frank kicked out. "No way, buddy! No fluke pins or wins tonight. You caught Willy off guard, but I'm ready for you!"

In the audience, Willy had jumped to the edge of his seat. He couldn't stand the thought of Chaz getting a quick cheap pin like that and cheered loudly when Frank kicked out.

This was only a brief setback for Frank, who was quickly to his feet. As Chaz struggled to his knees, Frank wrapped his arms around the punk's midsection and hoisted him up over his shoulder in an inverted over-the-shoulder bearhug. Frank worked the hold, walking around the ring, showing Chaz off to his friends in the audience. Willy roared in approval, and Luke shouted, "Show the lightweight punk what middleweight power is all about! Break him in two!" Luke then looked sheepishly at Willy, "present company, excepted, of course".

The crowd in general was roaring their approval. Chaz had few friends in the TWL, and quite a few that wanted to see him destroyed. They loved this hold, so Frank showed off, punishing Chaz, holding the punk's 127 pounds up across his shoulders, squeezing on that tender waist, exerting all the power he could muster from his bulging biceps.

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Jon had held a powerbar up in front of Chaz. "Energy Bar. You take one, your opponent takes one. It's mass balance. It takes x calories to keep x pounds of muscle going. You need fewer calories to move your body than a bigger guy. Always make your opponent use his calories, not only to move himself, but to move you whenever possible. Your energy bar last you longer."

Endgame - survival of the fittest.

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Frank was beginning to feel the effects of holding Chaz up for so long, plus, in spite of the pressure, and his screaming, Chaz still hadn't been forced to submit to the hold. Seat was streaming down Frank's chest and back from the exertion, and he decided he needed a break. So Frank brought Chaz back down to earth with a tremendous powerbomb, Chaz bouncing 12 inches off the mat when he hit. That move brought a few oohs and aahs from the crowd. Frank dropped to his knees and covered Chaz's chest and face with a full body press, not ever bothering to hook the leg. Chaz's legs twitched in what seemed to be involuntary muscle spasms as the ref counted one, two, three.

Over the PA system, "Scoring a pinfall at six minutes, 12 seconds of the match, Frank! Twenty second rest period."

Frank strutted back to his corner, flexing his biceps for his admirers in the audience. "No competition! Punk is finding out what it's like to face me fresh and not beat up!"

Chaz rolled up off his feet and staggered to his corner. He was beginning to wonder if he was in good enough shape to execute his game plan. Frank had definitely worked out for this match, and he was as strong as Chaz had ever seen him. Chaz wasn't sure how much his body could take.

The timekeeper rang the bell, and the ref walked over to Chaz: "Wanna quit?" Chaz gave the single-fingered response, and Frank was on him immediately. The muscleteen drove a knee low into Chaz's midsection as he was still in the corner, and then with a gave him a shoulder toss out to the center of the ring. Frank was on him immediately, stomping into Chaz's midsection. Everyone knew this was Chaz's weakness. Chaz writhed on the mat in agony as each stomp bounced his body into the air. He felt Frank lifting him up off the mat and he was sent flying into the ring ropes. As he bounced off, Frank drove his knee low into his kid brother's midsection and Chaz somersaulted from the impact down flat on his back. Once again he felt himself being lifted up off the mat, and this time he was flung into the corner turnbuckle with such force that he bounced off and fell face first to the mat. Frank picked him back up and pushed him into the corner. He grinned maniacally as he lifted Chaz's left leg and positioned it between the bottom and second rope. He did the same with Chaz's right leg, then draped both of Chaz's arms over the top rope. Chaz was trapped. "Now we go to school, BRO!" shouted Frank, and he began a methodical destruction of Chaz's exposed midsection. Both wrestlers were drenched in sweat, and the punches were reverberating throughout the Arena. Chaz's body was being treated like a heavy bag, and Frank used combinations, jabs, and hooks as he mercilessly pounded the young teen's midsection. Willy and Luke had started a chant in the crowd, "Go Frank go! Go Frank, go!". They couldn't have hoped for a better match than this as far as they were concerned. The ref was concerned enough to back Frank off after a few minutes of pounding. Frank was sweating profusely and breathing hard from this workout.

"Chaz, do you want to submit? You can give up the fall-what do you say?" To the amazement of all, Chaz nodded his head NO!. Frank looked at him with an incredulous expression, then grinned and said, "OK, Chaz, if you want more punishment, I can handle that!" Frank methodically unwrapped his victim from the corner. He lifted Chaz up across his shoulder, and then climbed the turnbuckles with him. After reaching the top turnbuckle, Frank positioned Chaz, and jumped off the turnbuckle driving Chaz to the mat with a powerslam. Frank came down on top, and the referee quickly got into position and counted one, two, . ..

But Frank reached under the back of Chaz's head and lifted him up off the mat. "No, no more pins BRO, I think you should submit at least one fall before I make you quit altogether. It's payback time, remember this?" Frank raised his right arm high in the air with his hand open wide and then drove his open palm down into Chaz's abs. He locked his left hand around his right wrist for additional support as his fingers dug deep into Chaz's punished belly. Chaz's legs and arms were twitching and waving wildly. You could here nothing in the Arena over the huge noise that arose from the entire audience yelling and screaming in support. Finally, Chaz had had enough. He screamed out his submission: I GIVE, I GIVE, I GIVE PLEASE STOP PLEASE!!!

The referee quickly signaled for the bell. Frank looked like a victorious Roman Gladiator as he held his arms high in air, and then flexed, his sweat-soaked torso glistening showing off his totally pumped muscles. "God! What a feeling!" Frank thought. The combination of revenge and introduction of his new badder attitude had him totally psyched. He walked over to Chaz who was struggling to get up. "Better stay down, little man! I don't want to have to really punish you!" Frank smirked and walked back to his corner, hanging his arms casually over the ropes as he waited for the 20 second rest period to end, and then for Chaz's inevitable "I Quit!".

Over the PA system came the announcement: Scoring a submission at a match time of 11 minutes, thirty-five seconds, FRANK! The reaction was pretty much universally positive as the crowd roared their approval. He had racked up a second fall win in just a little less time than the first, but everyone had to admit it had been a pretty intense 11 minutes plus of activity so far. It was pretty warm in the unairconditioned Arena, and after all, it was a hot August night.

Chaz was still on his knees in the corner when the bell sounded to start the third fall. The ref asked him again, but Chaz nodded no, and the ref shook his head and motioned Frank to the attack. Frank was getting a little tired, and began to wonder how much punishment his kid brother could take. Chaz had always had a high tolerance of pain, but Frank had always been able to get past that threshold. Seemed like Chaz had raised the bar to another level.

Chaz was pretty much dead weight as Frank scooped him up and slammed him in the center of the ring a couple of times. When you get tired, you begin to lose your concentration, and Frank had to think a minute about what he might try next. He lifted Chaz up and swung him into the ropes. As Chaz came off the ropes, Frank caught him in a bearhug. "I told you I was going to break you in two, and now I am. Feel the power of these guns, BRO!" Frank roared like a lion. He was probably showing more attitude in this match than ever before. From the expression on Chaz's face, most in the audience believed that Frank was squeezing him in two. Chaz's arms flayed wildly, his knees were up on Frank's torso, resting on Frank's hips. Frank worked the bearhug, the sweat from their bodies providing ample lubricant. Even though Chaz was thrashing wildly, he hadn't offered a submission yet. The bearhug didn't feel right to Frank. His brother's waist was so small at 26 inches, it was really hard to close his arms around it. Chaz's legs gradually lost all traction and dangled loosely as Frank lifted up even higher trying to get his arms better locked around Chaz's waist. Finally Frank decided this wasn't going anywhere and simply threw Chaz to the mat like a rag doll.

As Chaz lay on the mat like a crumpled puppet whose strings had been cut, Frank walked the ring, rotating his arms, trying to get some blood flow. He had clamped the bearhug on for so long his biceps were trying to cramp. Still, it pissed him off that Chaz would not submit. Hmm, he HAD worked the ribs pretty good while he was throwing all those stomach punches. Maybe he should try the hold around Chaz's chest.

Frank walked over to his limp brother and picked him up again. This time, instead of throwing him into the ropes, he just pulled him up off the mat and locked him in another bearhug. This time he positioned his arms around Chaz's chest and squeezed with all his might. Chaz was gasping hard for air to fill his lungs. His brother was strong. . . very strong and he knew he couldn't last too long. Frank could even crack his ribs. Chaz wrapped his legs around Frank's lower waist and hips for a little support, and then he tried to start working his body. There was a little more than sweat for lubricant and all that oil he had worked into his skin and let dry over the past three days was oozing out of his pores. He slid up high enough to get some leverage, and then came down with an elbow on the top of Frank's head. Frank was staggered, and let Chaz drop to the mat, but it only dazed him for a minute. "You greasy little rat, you'll pay for that! Now I am going to break you in two!" Frank bellowed in rage and lifted Chaz right back up in the bearhug, pouring on the pressure. Chaz's arms fell over Frank's shoulders as once more he positioned his legs high on Frank's hips for support. As Frank squeezed with all his might, Chaz wrapped his forearms tightly around Chaz's neck. The minute he did, the ref stepped in to check for a choke. No choking, Chaz, but then he saw that the Adam's apple was free. . . it was not a choke. Chaz had the bone of the forearm positioned perfectly against the side of Frank's neck. Not that it really mattered as Chaz reminded the ref, muttering under his breath, but loud enough for those at ringside to hear, "It's no holds barred, you fucking idiot-just count the fucking falls". Suddenly, Frank began to feel dizzy. He unclasped his arms, but now Chaz had locked his legs aground Frank's waist in a leg scissors. It was a strange sight. The big muscleteen had this tick locked on his body, and the tick wasn't letting go. Frank began to panic, but then realized that all he had to do was fall forward and he would crush the little bastard. As Frank propelled his body forward, Chaz let go of the scissors, and swung his legs hard and high up into the air, while still holding on the the front sleeper. His motion was enough to twist the two bodies midair, and Chaz landed on top, the sleeper still applied. They lay in the middle of the ring, Chaz mounted on Frank's chest, their heads locked side by side as he poured on the pressure from the sleeper. Chaz poured on the pressure. Frank's arms thrashed at his side, slowed, and then went limp. The ref lifted Frank's right arm once, twice, and then let it drop limply for a third time, and signaled for the bell. The crowd sat in stunned disbelief as the PA system announced: The winner of the third fall, at a match time of 18 minutes, twelve seconds, by a sleeper submission-countout---CHAZZZZZZ!!!!!

Chaz rolled off the top of his brother, but didn't get to his feet. He just raised one hand in victory, and crawled back to his corner trying to get some more air. Really not certain of the rules, the ref (who had really hoped that Frank would finish the job) massaged Frank's neck to get the blood flow going. Frank managed to gain consciousness seconds before the twenty second rest period ended. He shook the cobwebs out of his head. "That sneaky little fucker," he thought. "How many new tricks does he have up his sleeve anyway?" The bell rang, and this time the ref went to both wrestlers and asked if they wanted to continue. With grim expressions of determination, both nodded yes. This was all out war, and when brothers have it out, there is no quarter given, nor asked.

  They locked up in center ring, collar and elbow. Chaz had taken quite a beating, but his wind was still OK. Frank on the other hand was sucking wind, having expended so much energy throwing his brother around the ring. Chaz ducked under with a fireman's carry, and took Frank to the mat, locking in an armbar. Frank was seated on the mat, and Chaz was positioned behind him, working the arm bar. Chaz was content to punish Frank for a while, but knew this was in no way a submission hold at this point. Frank was also content to sit, sucking wind. The pain in his arm was less than the need to get some oxygen. Suddenly, Chaz dropped down and twisted, trying to trap Frank's arm in an extended armbar, but Frank saw it coming and scrambled. The boys were back on their feet, circling. Chaz feinted a leg dive, and as Frank pulled the leg back, leaning over in the process, Chaz grabbed his head and hit a perfectly executed DDT, driving Frank to the mat with enough force that Frank flipped onto his back. Chaz was sore, but still quick. Before Frank knew it Chaz was up in the air and had dropped a knee across Frank's chest. Frank's torso bounced up off the mat from the impact. Chaz was back to the high flying style, switching between grappling and aerial tactics. Chaz moved down and picked up both of Frank's legs, spread them, and let go with a flying headbutt to Frank's groin. The muscleteen screamed in pain as Chaz hit the tender spot with unerring accuracy. Now it was Chaz's turn to strut. The crowd was stunned by the turn of events in this match. How had Chaz taken such a beating and come back so strong?

Chaz went down to Frank's legs one more time, wrapping Frank's lower legs in his arms in a figure 4 position, and flipping Frank over to his stomach. Chaz locked in the Texas Cloverleaf and leaned back with all his weight toward the small of Frank's back. He wanted to hear Frank scream a submission. Frank pounded the mat in pain. It looked for certain that Chaz would score another fall in the match, but Chaz had discounted his brother's size and strength. With all his power, the muscleteen pushed his hamstring out in a sudden burst of power, and Chaz went flying through the ring ropes and out onto the Arena floor, hitting his head on the railing in front of the crowd

Frank's legs were aching but he managed to get to his feet and limp toward the ropes. When he saw his dazed brother lying on the Arena floor, Frank went through the ropes after him. Frank lifted Chaz up and into a scoop slam position, but instead lowered him half way, walked over to the ring post and slammed the small of Chaz's back into the ringpost. Chaz screamed out in pain. Frank walked over, still holding his brother and pressed him over his head. He then lowered Chaz back to his shoulders, did a deep knee bend, and with a powerful thrust of his legs and arms at the same time he pressed Chaz up, high into the air, over the top rope and into the ring. The crowd buzzed over that maneuver, and Frank's fans were ready for the comeback. "Kick his ass, Frank! came from more than one section of the arena, but especially from the section where Willy and Luke were watching. Frank climbed back into the ring, looked at Chaz lying in a dazed state on the mat, and grinned. "Thought you had me again, didn't you BRO? Now let's see what kind of shape your back is in!" Frank hooked both of the young teen's legs under his armpits and flipped Chaz over onto his stomach, sitting back in a perfectly executed Boston Crab. There was no way the 127 pound Chaz could power the 178 pound musclestud off. He was trapped. Chaz pounded the mat and screamed out his submission. "OK, OK, I give up, I submit!" Frank kept the pressure on a little longer then dropped the hold. A surge of adrenalin had given him a second wind, but right after he released the hold he realized how exhausted he was from this match. As the bell rang, once more, the PA announcement came through the Arena, "The winner of the fourth fall, by submission, at a match time of 29 minutes, ten seconds, FRRAAANNNKKK!!!!!!" As the match wore on, the ring announcer was beginning to sound like Michael Buffer.

As Frank sucked wind in the corner for the 20 second rest period, he hoped that Chaz had finally had enough. This match was taking a lot out of him, and he had planned on doing a major career relaunch over the next couple of weeks with some challenges in mind. He wanted to work back up to get a shot at Martin and reclaim his Middleweight Title Jacket.

His hopes were dashed, as Chaz replied to the ref's questions with a low, determined, "NO WAY", and the bell sounded to start the fifth fall of this titanic match. They locked up collar and elbow. Frank's brain was so low on oxygen he really couldn't think of what hold to try. He just used his weight and forced Chaz back into the corner. "When all else fails, a little grind and pound never hurt," Frank thought to himself. But as Frank had slowed, Chaz still retained his speed and quickness. Frank tried to use his left forearm to hold Chaz pinned in the corner as he cocked his right arm, but thanks to Chaz's now well lubricated torso, he just threw his feet out and went down to a seated position as Frank's fist hit only turnbuckle. Like a flash, Chaz went under and through Frank's legs, pulling them out, and Frank crashed, hitting his forehead on the bottom turnbuckle. Using the ropes for leverage. Chaz bounced up in the air and started a series of stomps on Frank's broad back as well as the small of his back. These were indiscriminant stomps, meant to anger and frustrate the muscleteen as much as hurt him. Sure enough, Frank roared to his feet and turned, ready to crush his brother. He swung wildly, and Chaz ducked, then jumped in the air and landed a roundkick square in Frank's solar plexus. Frank was already low on oxygen, and this did not help matters. As Frank stagger, bent over, Chaz jumped to the top turnbuckle and came off with a leg drop that hit the back of Frank's neck and drove him to the mat. Frank hit the mat stunned, and lay almost motionless. Chaz did nothing. He walked around the ring a second or two, collecting his wind and energy, then mounted the top turnbuckle one more time. Chaz stayed perched there, squatting, motioning with both palms upward for Frank to get off the mat. Of course Frank was too dazed to have any idea where Chaz was at this point in time. He slowly got to his knees, then staggered to his feet. As he turned around, still wobbly standing in center ring, Chaz leaped and landed across Frank's shoulders, locking a headscissors around his brothers head. How Frank managed to keep his balance from this maneuver, no one knew, but there he was, staggering in the center of the ring, with Chaz locked around his head. Chaz threw his body backwards, and his weighted flipped the muscle teen up and over. Frank landed on his back with a loud smack, and Chaz positioned the figure four leg scissors around Frank's neck into a perfect Triangle Choke. Franks's muscular torso was stretched out, struggling while Chaz leaned back, flexing his leg muscles. In that position, fans at ringside could see that Chaz had built some impressive muscles on his small frame over the past month. Chaz felt Frank tap his leg, but the ref was not in a position to see, since he was pretty well exhausted from the match himself, so Chaz chose not to release the pressure, but to pour on the pressure even though he had already felt Frank's body go limp. He knew that by the time the ref got around to lifting Frank's arm three times, he would have done some serious damage. Finally the ref realized that Frank was not moving, and started the arm lift sequence. As Frank's limp arm dropped for the third time, he signaled for the bell. Chaz had his reserves going now, and this time he leaped in the air and shouted, "YES!!! Your pride and cycle are both as good as mine now, BRRRROOOO!!" Of course Frank could here nothing, being out cold on the mat. As the ref went quickly to work on Frank to revive him, the ring announcer grabbed the mike one more time. "With a Triangle Choke Submission - Countout, the winner of the fifth fall, at a time of 37 minutes, forty seconds, CHHAAZZZZ!!!!!!!

Frank was still groggy sitting in the corner when the ref walked over. "The 20 seconds are up Frank, do you want to continue?" Frank's head was filled with cobwebs and he shook it trying to clear it. The ref looked hard at Frank-"was that a no? Are you ready to say 'I Quit'?" Frank looked at the ref with a look of disgust. "Not no, but HELL no!". The ref shook his head, these guys were going to kill each other! He motioned Chaz to the attack.

Chaz had full wind now. He was amazed at how well the conditioning drills had worked. Yes, Frank had hurt him, but his muscles were now strong enough to withstand and recover, helped by the strength of his mental determination. He went right to the attack. Frank was still down in the corner, and Chaz let the stomps fly until Frank was collapsed, his head resting on the lower turnbuckle. The punk side of Chaz was in full character now. The crowd at ringside was confounded at the multiple personalities and fighting styles this kid had shown in this one match. Nobody could figure Chaz out any more. Chaz went to the other side of the ring, and just for humiliation raced across, landing with his crotch in Frank's face, and riding the turnbuckle and Frank's face for a while. Frank wanted to fight back, and mentally he did not want to give up, but physically he was in total oxygen debt. His body was completely dehydrated, and his muscles were cramping and not responding. Chaz pulled his brother's limp body off the mat. Dead weight of 178 pounds is pretty hard to handle, so Chaz had to slowly maneuver and push Frank's body first to the second turnbuckle, then to the top. With Frank seated on the top turnbuckle, Chaz used Karl's move, standing on the top turnbuckle above his brother, wrapping his thighs around Frank's head and flipping backward toward the center of the ring. This was no trampoline, though, and Frank hit the mat hard, bouncing high into the air. Chaz jumped up into the air, thrusting his fist toward the sky, "YES, YES, YES!!!!!! I am THE BEST!!!!!" Like a cat, Chaz raced over to the other corner and deadjumped from the mat all the way to the top turnbuckle. Frank was in the center of the ring, his sweat-soaked muscular torso twitching involuntarily. Chaz squatted and propelled himself high into the air above the ring, landing with a perfect chest to chest frog splash across his prone brother. Frank's body bounced a foot in the air at impact. Chaz made no attempt to cover, but instead went to the next corner and repeated the move. It was an aerial display for the ages, Chaz flying and hitting the target each time. After he landed the fourth time, he put his face right next to Frank's and grabbing Frank's hair lifted his head slightly and whispered, " How do you like me now, BRO?" Frank whispered back, but no one heard. Chaz stood up, jumped out of the ring, and grabbed one of the cordless microphones. He went back into the ring. "I don't think I heard right, BRO!! What was it you just said?"

Chaz grabbed Frank by the hair and lifted his brother's limp head up, sticking the microphone in his face. "Was there something you wanted to say, MR. MIDDLEWEIGHT MUSCLETEEN?????"

Frank could hardly move or speak, but his quivering voice came through the amplified PA system loud and clear: "I . . . I. . . I. . QUI. . . , QUI. . ., QUIT. . . Please, no more, I. . I. . QUIT.

Chaz threw the microphone down and mounted the ring in won corner, holding his arms up in Victory, screaming, "Anarky Rules!!! The TWL will learn NOT to fuck with Chaz!!"

The ring announcer made it official with the announcement. "The winner of this special challenge match via an "I QUIT" concession, from the Lightweight Division. . . CHHHAAAZZZZZ!!!!!!!

The arena buzzed, but there were no cheers. Suddenly, the sound of one, then a few more slow claps came through from one section. Extending a salute to Chaz, and giving a standing ovation were Kevin and the members of his posse. As Kevin clapped, his mind worked. "This revived Chaz is a threat that will have to be co-opted. Could make a nice addition to the posse.

EPILOGUE

The adrenalin rush had come and gone, leaving Chaz exhausted in the dressing room. Karl had come down out of the audience and to the back. "Wow! That was AWESOME dude. You kicked some major butt!" Chaz grinned weakly and grabbed Karl's hand in their special handshake. "Anarky rules, Karl, we got to keep em confused!". Karl shook his head. He still did not completely understand what Chaz's master plan was.

Frank refused to be stretchered out of the ring, but Willy and Luke almost had to drag him to the back. As he was passing Chaz's dressing area, he told the guys to stop. "Leave me alone, I've got some business with my brother." Luke and Willy looked concerned, but they could tell Frank was determined, so they left them alone. Even from a beaten Frank, one hard look was all it took to convince Karl to leave the dressing room.

Chaz looked at his brother expressionless. Frank did not offer his hand, but he started to speak. "I was 100%, maybe 110% today. I thought I had you, but you just would not quit. You won. I don't ever want us to match up again. It kinda scares me at times when we get into it like tonight. This is real hard for me to say, but maybe this is one case where the big brother can learn from the little guy plus it hasn't been right at home the last two weeks. And, and. . .well you can never tell, because I was sworn to secrecy by Grams. . . you were adopted Chaz, that's right. . . by Dad. Seems Mom had a little affair and they always thought it would be better for you if you didn't know. But I think you should, because, I was just teasing when I said I had better genes. Seems like the ones that really matter, we share, and it ain't right to go through life with your BRO pissed off at you, thinking he really isn't blood. . . well, what I'm saying is it's pretty lonely at home without a pain in the ass little guy around. .. will you come home?

Chaz looked at Frank. He couldn't say anything. He just grabbed him in a tight hug, and Frank did the same, tears welling up. "Bro, bro, bro. . . Anarky Rules, and through chaos everything regains order. . . . "

END