TAG: Frank/Chaz vs Taylor/Kevin-1 cagewrestler

Frank was furious. As he sat there listening to the Commissioners drone on about fair play and how they could not let Cody's decision stand, he thought back to some of the other matches he had seen in the TWL. It just wasn't fair! Not that he worried about being able to beat Taylor again, but with Kevin and the Posse on the alert now, it would be much more difficult to sneak up on the competition. He was back to 100% and now everyone knew it.

"I still don't think its fair to just have to wrestle the same match all over again next week; the fans don't want to see the same match again!" cried Frank. "Match me up against another member of the posse, your choice" Frank glanced at Kevin as the last words were meant for him.

Kevin sat there with a pleased smirk on his face. It sure paid to have a Dad with money and influence. "Tell you what, Frankie boy, you want variety, how about this? Mixed division tag team match: Me and Taylor against you and Chaz," and then standing up and doing a little moonwalk, "ONE FALL TO SETTLE IT ALL, OH YEH!!"

Jeez, Frank hated that little prick! He looked over at Chaz who nodded. "You're on, Kevin, but since we seem to be getting pretty strict on the rules, I want assurance from TW that the Posse will not be allowed to interfere in the match, nor to jump us anytime this week before the matches.

The details of the match were worked out. The senior TW referee would be assigned to the match. Specifically outlined and agreed to rules were added to the contract, even though some of them were normal regulations that were sometimes laxly enforced: Absolutely no interference or saving from a partner during the match (immediate disqualification), Interference from ANYONE outside the wrestlers in the match would result in immediate disqualification and potentially a suspension for the wrestlers involved, including the tag team that was helped out by the action. At the beginning of the match, either both lightweight wrestlers or both middleweight wrestlers had to start, and no tag would be allowed for the first 3 minutes of the match; after that whoever happened to be in the ring, so be it. Both members of the team could be in the ring at once only for the transition after a tag. Ten seconds were allowed after a tag for the team to complete the transition. This one was going to be by the book

"Ladies and Gentlemen, our next event of the evening is a special tag team matchup, one fall with a thirty minute time limit. Introducing the first team: At 5 feet 7 inches and 127 pounds, Chaz, and at 5 feet 11 inches, 178 pounds his brother Frank - I give you at a combined weight of 305 pounds the team of ANARKY!!" The two brothers came down the aisle to the sounds of "I Fought the Law and the Law Won" and a mixed reaction. There really wasn't' going to be a crowd favorite tonight. As far as some of the guys were concerned, these two teams could just beat the heck out of each other and TW would be better off for it!

"And now, introducing their opponents: at 5 feet 6 inches and 128 pounds, Kevin, and at 5 feet, eight inches, 164 pounds his partner Taylor - together, at a combined weight of 292 pounds I give you the team of the POSSE!!" Back in the dressing room, Kevin had snapped at Taylor when we was getting ready for the match. "For Chissakes Taylor, let's not go through that stupid strap problem again. Your frigging singlet is so tight everyone can see the outline of your wrestler's support briefs underneath anyway, so why not just wear those?" Taylor shrugged and pulled down his singlet, tossing it in the locker. His wrestler's briefs were a bright blue lycra, so they would do nicely. The curtain parted and Kevin and Taylor came strutting to the ring, brimming with confidence. Chaz would get his payback for messing with Kevin and the Posse tonight!

The referee gave reviewed the rules with the wrestlers, although tonight everyone was 100% clear on this matter. It had been made very clear that no funny business would be tolerated tonight. Tonight it was going to be a pure athletic contest. "I'm going to toss a coin," announced the ref, " heads the lightweights will start, tails, the middleweights." The coin flipped into the air, the ref caught it and flipped it over to the top of his other hand. "Heads it is! Chaz and Kevin will start, and cannot tag a partner until 3 minutes have elapsed in the match. The timekeeper will make the announcement over the PA system. After that, mixed weight in the ring is OK, so protect yourself at all times" The ref chuckled to himself , "Of course with the way these two lightweights have handled some of the bigger guys in the past, maybe it's Frank and Taylor I should be warning!"

The bell rang, and Chaz and Kevin came out to start the match. Here were two of the most closely matched wrestlers in TW, only one pound apart according to the official roster weight. Since Kevin was an inch shorter, he looked a little more muscular than Chaz. Plus, these were easily the two most devious minds in TW.

Kevin was cautious. He wasn't certain which Chaz would start the match, the high flyer or the submission grappler. They circled, and just as it looked like they would lock up in a collar and elbow, and Kevin ducked under and gave Chaz a shoulder toss flipping him to the mat. Chaz rolled right through the move and was back up on his feet with his own shoulder roll. Kevin jumped up and charged, and Chaz ducked and flipped him up over his head; Kevin hitting the mat rolling, coming right back up to his feet and turning around catching Chaz with a perfect flying drop kick. Kevin followed up quickly, grabbing Chaz's arm and whipping him hard into the corner. Kevin came after Chaz like a bull, ramming his shoulder into Chaz's midsection. The air went our of Chaz's stomach with a WHOOSH! Kevin laughed and turned around, delivering a double bi pose to the crowd: "The punk is nothing! You're looking at the CLASS of the lightweight division here!" Kevin looked over at Taylor. "What is that idiot trying to say?" wondered Kevin as the noise in the arena made it impossible to hear what his partner was saying. He turned around to see Chaz on the top rope, and a missile dropkick caught the arrogant former lightweight champion in the chest and jaw, dropping him to the mat with such force that Kevin hit, bounced, and flipped over to his stomach. Chaz was on his back in a flash, and locked his legs around Kevin's waist and from behind tucked Kevin's chin under his arm, locking in the Dragon Sleeper. Kevin felt panic coursing through his body. He thrashed about wildly, and luckily his flailing legs found the bottom rope and Kevin quickly scissored the rope. The ref tapped Chaz on the shoulder to break, and Chaz immediately released the hold.

Kevin used the ropes for support as he got to his feet. Chaz was waiting in the center of the ring. The two wrestlers circled warily. Kevin ducked and grabbed a leg, taking Chaz to the mat with a single leg takedown. Chaz hit the mat with his back, and unlike most amateur wrestlers did not go to his stomach, but remained on his back in the classic guard position, his legs wrapped around Kevin's waist. Kevin grinned, and locking his arms around Chaz's waist powered his opponent up about three feet off the mat and slammed him down. "I've been doing my homework, punk!" smirked the cocky wrestler, and a stunned Chaz suddenly found himself cradled as the ref counted one, . . two. . .

Chaz pushed his leg out with all his strength, breaking Kevin's cradle hold, but Kevin was quickly on top, applying a full nelson from the mat position. Chaz struggled as Kevin poured on the pressure, locking his legs around Chaz's thin waist with a leg scissors. As Chaz struggled, through the PA system came the announcement: "Three minutes have elapsed in the match, the first three minutes are over!" Chaz and Kevin had packed more moves into the first three minutes of the match than most heavyweight used in thirty, and they were both sweating and gasping for air. Kevin grinned over at Taylor. This was exactly where he had wanted to be when the three minutes were over: in control of Chaz. Now it was only a matter of maneuvering his opponent over to his partner and tagging Taylor in. The muscular amateur would absolutely crush Chaz!

Kevin released the full nelson and drove his knee into the small of Chaz's back to keep him weakened. He grabbed Chaz by the arm and chin and lifted him to his feet. Slowly twisting and turning Chaz's extended arm, Kevin prepared to whip the punk into the waiting arms of Taylor over in their corner. Suddenly Chaz brought his foot up into Kevin's midsection, and as Kevin gasped and bent over, Chaz underhooked his surprised opponent's head and drove him to the mat with a DDT. Chaz didn't wait but did a quick shoulder roll over to his corner and tagged in Frank. Kevin looked up with a horrified expression on his face to see the big muscleteen coming through the ropes and didn't bother to get to his feet. He crawled faster than anyone had ever seen him move, scooting across the ring to tag in Taylor.

Taylor hesitated, then deliberately stepped between the second and top ropes as Frank waited for him in the center of the ring. Even though neither middleweight had seen any action yet, they were already covered with sweat from the heat of the ring lights and the unairconditioned arena on a hot August night.

Frank respected the muscular teen's strength and amateur skill. Taylor had adequately shown him that he could handle himself when they first met. Taylor also realized that there was more to Frank than what he had seen in the first part of their match last week. He still remembered the pain from that submission hold: NOBODY had every made him submit that quickly!

They moved in and locked up in a classic amateur lockup, pushing and shoving. Slowly, Taylor's leg and shoulder strength began to overpower Frank as he forced him back into the corner turnbuckle. The ref moved in quickly and asked for a break. Frank held his arms high in the air in a completely open position. Taylor grinned and gave a light open handed pat to Frank's chest and backed off. Once again they faced off in center ring. Taylor suddenly made a dive and took Frank down to the mat with a double leg takedown. He was mounted on the top of Frank, and quickly grapevined Frank's legs with his. Taylor grinned down at Frank. "Now we're going to see who has the stronger legs!" With that Taylor powered his legs out, forcing Frank's legs outward, putting tremendous pressure on the inside of Frank's thighs. The blond muscleboy pounded the mat in pain as Taylor cranked away. Taylor was enjoying this position, a dominant mount, chest to chest as he totally controlled his opponent. He dropped his face down right next to Frank's whispering, "Why don't you just give up and save yourself a lot of pain?"

Frank had been doing some training with Chaz, and Taylor, while a great amateur wrestler, wasn't trained in submission grappling, so he didn't realize that he had put himself in a very dangerous position. Frank reached up and wrapped his arms around Taylor's neck. Frank was very careful to avoid the Adam's apple, instead positioning the bones of his forearms firmly against the sides of Taylor's neck. As he clinched down with all his power, Frank began to cut off the blood flow to Taylor's brain. Taylor immediately realized what was happening. He released Frank's legs to allow his to swing freely, trying to create some momentum to break his body away from Frank's hold. Frank hung on tenaciously as Taylor thrashed on top, Kevin screaming from the corner, "Come on Taylor, break out of it, come on!" Kevin was about to jump into the ring when the ref caught his eye. With that stern look, Kevin realized he could not interfere and help out Taylor.

As Frank hung on the muscular teen for dear life, he marveled at how strong this kid was. He might have him outweighed by 15 pounds but Frank had a feeling that in the weight room Taylor was way ahead of him. Still, it isn't always the biggest or strongest that wins. Suddenly with a last ditch effort Taylor swung his weight enough that the two bodies rolled under the ring ropes. The ref stepped in and patted Frank on the shoulder. Frank let go of the sleeper. Neither teen moved too far, both still under the ropes, sweating and exhausted. The referee started a count. Luckily for Taylor he was only a few feet away from his corner, and hearing Kevin's screams somehow managed to roll and tag in his partner.

Kevin hit the ring like a firestorm, knowing that Frank was near exhaustion from carrying Taylor's weight on top of him both when Taylor had him down, as well as during the time Frank had the sleeper applied. Kevin made no pretense at wrestling now, instead delivering several quick stomps and kicks to Frank's stomach and ribs as he lay under the ropes. The ref stepped in and pushed Kevin back, shaking a finger in his face, warning him to back off and let Frank out of the ropes.

Kevin back off, but as Frank struggled to his feet, Kevin from a standing position jumped up and delivered a flying drop kick that knocked Frank through the ring ropes and down to the Arena floor. Taylor quickly dropped down off the apron, lifted Frank up and body slammed him on the floor. The ref stepped over quickly and ordered Taylor back to the corner. Kevin jumped out of the ring and quickly picked Frank up by the hair and slammed his head into the ring apron a couple of times. As the ref turned his attention to Kevin, the cocky blond lightweight rolled under the bottom rope back into the ring and began strutting and flexing, showing off his body to the boos of the crowd in the Arena.

The ref had positioned himself so he had full view of Taylor in the corner, Kevin in the ring, and Frank outside. He warned both Posse members to stay away as he began his count. At the seven count, Frank rolled back into the ring, but as he struggled to get up, Kevin underhooked his head and delivered a DDT. Frank crashed face first to the mat, stunned. Kevin kicked him over onto his back and mounted the top rope. Bending his knees and not merely jumping but launching himself off the top turnbuckle, Kevin flew, and his knee landed flush across Frank's chest. Frank's sweat soaked body writhed in pain on the mat. Kevin arrogantly placed a foot on Frank's chest and did a single biceps pose as the ref counted one. . two. . .

Just as his hand was coming down for three, somehow Franks twisted out. Kevin looked down at him and grinned. "That's OK Frankie boy, I want to add another middleweight to by RACK submission trophy room!" Kevin pulled Frank to his feet by the hair, knowing he could break within the five count the ref was giving him. He positioned himself and lifted Frank up across his shoulders. Frank scissored his legs around Kevin's arm and flipped backwards rolling Kevin up into a tight pin position. How the 128 pounder managed to escape is amazing, but probably due to the sweat covering both their bodies. As he got to his feet, enraged, he charged Frank and was met with a head butt into the pit of his stomach. As he bent over, Frank locked his arms around Kevin's waist and lifted him up high over his head and brought him down hard back first to the mat. Frank fell back on his rear after the move. Kevin lay almost motionless on the mat, but Frank was too beaten down to react. He did a shoulder roll and tagged in his brother to finish things off.

Chaz moved in on Kevin with a couple of quick knee drops to the blond lightweight's chest. Kevin was thrashing on the mat in pain with the impact of each knee. Lifting him up off the mat, Chaz flung Kevin into the ropes and caught him with a perfect dropkick. As Kevin groggily got to his feet, Chaz had mounted the top turnbuckle. He flew across the ring, his legs wrapping around Kevin's neck and flipped Kevin over in a perfect hurricanrada. As Kevin dropped to the mat, Chaz had his legs locked around his opponent's neck in the triangle choke, but not across the Adam's apple, rather against the sides of the neck in a legal version of a sleeper. Kevin was drifting off to lala land, but the end result of Chaz's flying move was that the two wrestlers were in the far corner near the ropes. Instinctively, Kevin's leg shot out over the bottom rope, and the ref tapped Chaz on the shoulder to release the hold.

Chaz obeyed, getting to his feet, chest heaving, sweat pouring off his body. No one was going to ask for a refund tonight, that was certain! Kevin was on his knees, trying to get to his feet, shaking his head to clear the cobwebs. Chaz moved in and Kevin caught his trunks and pulled, sending Chaz head first into the second turnbuckle. Chaz saw stars as he literally lay across the kneeling Kevin's shoulder there in the corner. Somehow, Kevin mustered the strength to stand up from a kneeling position with Chaz still sprawled over his should. Kevin launched himself and drove Chaz back first into the mat, landing on top. The ref went for the count, but before three, somehow Chaz was able to twist out. Kevin rolled off, exhausted, pounding the mat in frustration, then looked up to see a fresh Taylor ready in the corner.

Kevin managed to crawl over and tag Taylor. Chaz was still dazed on the mat. Taylor lifted the lightweight to his feet and wrapped his powerful arms around Chaz's 27 inch waist in a powerful bearhug. Chaz gasped in pain. Taylor was going to break him in two! Taylor worked the bearhug, but amazingly Chaz refused to submit. Taylor ginned at him, "OK, tough little dude, let's go for a ride then!" and with those words Taylor flipped up and over in a solid belly to belly suplex. The lightweight was crushed from the force of the blow. Taylor got to his feet and looked at the near motionless body at his feet. Time to go for the pin.

But Kevin was screaming wildly at him from the corner. "No, no, no.. . .Taylor, tag me in, this one is mine, all mine!!" Taylor walked over to the corner. "Sure thing, boss!" and slapped Kevin's hand. As Kevin stepped into the ring, Taylor scooped him and lifted him high over his head, dropping him on top of Chaz before leaving the ring before the count of ten.

The referee dropped down and pounded the mat, counting out loud, "ONE, TWO, THREE. . . RING THE BELL, IT'S ALL OVER!!!!!

Over the PA system came the announcement: "The winners, at a time of 24 minutes, 17 seconds, Kevin and Taylor, the Posse!!!!"

Even though the Posse wasn't that popular, the crowd erupted in cheers, probably more so for the tremendous match they had witnessed that the fact that they were pleased with the winners. The din continued as Kevin and Taylor did a few muscle poses in the ring before Kevin rode back to the dressing room on Taylor's broad shoulders as the noise in the Arena finally subsided.

Frank was in the ring trying to revive Chaz. Slowly Chaz recovered and as he got to his feet Frank gave him a hug and whispered, "That's OK, Bro, we did our best. No matter what anyone else says we can hold our own with anyone in the TWL." Still after the past six weeks or so Frank was emotionally drained and he couldn't keep the tears from welling up in his eyes. Then, from a silent arena a slow noise began to build. Frank and Chaz looked around,, and saw that they were getting a standing ovation from the crowd that continued even after the boys parted the curtain and went back to the dressing room.

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As Chaz and Frank were leaving the Arena that night, a figure stepped out of the shadows. With a sigh, Chaz saw that it was Kevin.

"What do you want, man, you guys won, you've got it all"

Kevin held out his hand. "Chaz there is only one guy in the TWL that has a more twisted, devious mind than you, and you are looking at him. You're as tough as they come, and maybe us little dudes with attitude need to stick together. Taylor says that Frank is as tough a dude as he has ever fought, so if you guys want to drop your little Anarky routine, drop by my place sometime this week. There's room in the Posse for a couple of top guns like you two."

Chaz looked at Frank and Frank shrugged. They were pretty much alone these days in the TWL.

"Give us some time to sleep on it Kev, it has not been fun lately."

Kevin shrugged: "Keep us in mind, boys, the door's open, but we get lots of applicants."