Rob / Anton: The Setup punk_wrestler2000

After Rob and Anton left the commissioner's office they headed their separate ways. Anton knew he had beat Ryan, but Rob intimidated him. Well, at least he had their first meeting.

Anton was a rugged well built football player, who knew how to take down big guys like Ryan. Rob was not a big guy. He was a musclestud. Anton had watched Cody beat Rob with wrestling moves, not strength.

Anton wanted to avenge his loss to Rob and he wanted to make the muscleboy suffer. Anton knew deep down he had bitten off more then he could chew.

Anton went home wondering just how badly he would get beaten this time. He knew being a star defensive back on his high school football team did not make him a wrestler, but Anton loved the physical contact of combat one on one.

Anton worked out long and hard for both wrestling and football. He was stronger then he looked. Anton was 18 years old and stood 5'11. He weighed 203 pounds, but he was solid.

As he walked home he thought about taking Rob on NHB. He shook his head wondering just what he had gotten himself into. Rob was not Ryan. Rob was 225 pounds of mean solid muscle. Rob also had some impressive wins under his belt.

Anton knew he was giving up some weight, but his last few weeks of intensive weight and strength training would now come into play. Or he at least hoped it would.

Anton stood in his bedroom that evening. He glanced his hard body over in the mirror. His biceps were bigger then they had been in his life. They now measured a good 16 ½ to 17". His pecs were solid and his abs were now taking on a distinct six pack look.

Anton had also spent some time sparring with Bastian. Bastian had been most impressed with Anton's ability to take his hard body shots.

At the same time, Rob was also wondering about this match. He could not believe Anton had issued the challenge. He had squashed the kid before, and done so with no mercy.

Rob was also 18 years old and had set out to make a name for himself in TW. He had come real close to defeating the then HW champ, Cody. But Cody had out wrestled him. Rob had dominated the lighter teen and had won the first fall. But Cody knew the moves. Cody had only won because of his skill, not because of his strength.

Rob knew Anton must have something up his sleeve or he would not have issued the challenge.

Rob thought about the match stipulations. The match was NHB to submission. No time limit, no pin falls and submissions could take place in or out of the ring. To Rob it sounded more like a street fight then a wrestling match.

What bothered Rob most was the no rematch clause. That made him really wonder just how brutal this match could get. The other thing that was slightly disturbing was no other wrestlers ringside.

Rob was used to intimidating his opponents. That had not worked with Cody, Pat and a few others. But he had flattened them all, including Cody. He had taken Cody apart in a NHB match.

As he lie down that night Rob dreamt of squashing Anton. He knew the jockboy was no match for his muscle power.

Anton did not fall asleep until late that night. He lie in bed thinking of how he would counter Rob's awesome muscle power and his brutal bearhug. Anton knew if he got trapped it was all over.

The days flew by for Anton. Many of his buddies could not believe he had challenged Rob.

Up until Rob had decked Lucien and chased Kale and trace from the ring, most of the HW wanted to see him get his ass kicked. But that one act of going to Ashley's defense had redeemed the muscleboy in their eyes. He had also saved Steve from a sure beating at the HWH hands.

After that match, Rob had assured the TW staff Ashley would no longer be ringside.

Kale, Trace and Lucien wanted to be sure Anton won. They had even approached Anton and promised to take Rob out of action. Anton had flatly refused their assistance.

"First off, this is my fight. It I lose, I lose. Second, I do not need an opponent taken out. Rob beat each one of you guys in singles competition, the only way you could beat him was jumping him in an alley after a match."

Kale and Trace wanted to rush Anton and beat his brains out, but they were bound by Ryan's agreement not to touch the rugged defensive back.

They had also been warned if they touched Rob they would be suspended. Anton had thought of everything to make this match a fair one on one battle.

The night of the match finally came. Bastian was in the locker room with his best friend. As he stood behind Anton he massaged his shoulders. "You're looking good, Bud. Those work outs have made you look lean and strong."

Anton grinned, even though he and Bastian had, had words a few weeks prior, they would always be best friends. "Thanks and thanks for working out me. I needed to practice on someone tough."

Bastian slapped Anton on the back. "Just kick some as tonight. Even if you don't win make sure Rob knows he was in a fight. Remember what I told you."

Anton nodded. "Yeah, I remember. Just hope I am able to use it when the time comes."

In the adjoining locker room Rob sat by himself. A few guys had stopped to wish him luck, but more had just sneered and told him they hoped he got his ass kicked. Rob had ignored their comments.

The match was due to start in five minutes.

Both teens knew this was it, there would be no rematch.

As Rob waited Steve entered the locker room. He had not been around when Rob had first joined TW, nor did he care about the muscleteen's past actions. All Steve knew was Rob had saved him from a potential beating at the hands of the HWH. Steve was grateful.

"Hey man, just wanted to say thanks for the other night." Steve said as he extended his hand to Rob.

Rob nodded and shook the extended hand. "Thanks."

Steve took a good look at Rob. The kid was huge. He had the muscular tone of a dedicated body builder.

"Hey, no matter the outcome of your match tonight, I would like to team up with you. We owe those clowns some payback."

Rob gave Steve's physique the once over. Steve was not as big muscled as Rob, but he was built. Rob contemplated Steve's request. He had suffered many hard beatings at the hands of Ryan, Kale and Trace.

"All right. I'll team with you. Maybe we can find two more tough guys and take the HWH on in a NHB tag match?"

Steve nodded but before they could finish making their plans the ring announcer started the introductions for their match.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN OUR FIRST BOUT IS A GRUDGE MATCH. THERE IS NO TIME LIMIT, NO PIN FALLS. NO COUNT OUTS, NO DQS. THE MATCH IS TO SUBMISSION. THE SUBMISSION CAN OCCUR IN OR OUT OF THE RING. TO MAKE SURE WE HAVE A CLEAR-CUT WINNER, IT WILL BE TWO OUT OF THREE SUBMISSIONS."

"ONE FINALY STIPULATION, NO OTHER WRESTLERS ARE PERMITTED AT RINGSIDE."

A hush fell over the crowd. No one knew who this match was between. They waited on pins and needles for the announcer to continue.

"FIRST MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING, THIS TEEN NEEDS NO INTRODUCTION. HE STANDS 6'2, WEIGHS 235 POUNDS AND IS 18 YEARS OLD. HE IS ROB."

The audience was in shock as Rob made his way to the ring. Rob was clad in his red trunks. His powerful body looked even more ripped then it had previously. Rob's chest was a whooping 49", his abs were a solid ripped eight pack. Everyone knew this kid was tough.

Rob sauntered to the ring. He stepped center ring and posed. He flexed his big 19" guns and ripped his hard tight abs. Some of the young ladies whistled as the superstud posed.

A lot of the guys could not keep their eyes from Rob's hard well-developed body.

"NOW ENTERING THE ARENA IS HIS CHALLENGER. THIS YOUNG MAN IS 18 YEARS OLD, STANDS 5'11 AND WEIGHED IN AT 203 POUNDS. HE IS STAR DEFENSIVE BACK ON HIS FOOTBALL TEAM AND A STAR WRESTLER AT HIS HIGH SCHOOL. HE IS ANTON."

Loud cheers erupted throughout the arena. Anton strutted to the ring wearing a warm up suit.

Anton stepped through the ropes and glared at Rob. Slowly he removed his top. The audience gasped as they saw how hard Anton had been working out. His arms bulged with lean hard muscle, his pecs were solid, his abs were now a ripped six pack. Anton was not as muscular as his opponent, but he was no wimp either.

Anton removed his warm up pants to reveal his powerful legs. He was clad in dark blue trunks that showed off his tanned torso. Anton looked fit and ready to wrestle.

The referee called the two studs to center ring. He went over the rules, or lack there of. This was NHB.

The two powerhouse teens stared each other in the eye. There was no handshake as they moved to their corners to await the bell.

Anton wondered why he had wanted this match. In their first meeting, this musclestud had crushed him. Now he was standing across the ring from this guy and probably going to get squashed again.

Rob's face was impassive as he watched Anton. He wanted to hurt this kid, make him realize he had no business in the HW division.

Rob looked directly at Anton and flexed his 19" guns. "Get ready to lose, WIMP"

Anton felt a chill run down his spine. He knew Rob had the muscle power to crush him.

But instead of being intimidated, Anton felt his adrenaline start to flow. He stepped away from his corner and did a double bicep flex. "Bring it on, tough guy. You're going down."

Rob shook his head. He was thinking some of these punks never learn. "You're funeral, boy." Rob said as the bell sounded and the two heavyweight studs charged toward each other.

Anton knew better then to lock up with the muscleboy. As they prepared to come to grips, Anton side stepped and drove the point of his boot to Rob's ripped eight pack abs.

The blow bounced off Rob's solid torso. Anton could not believe the guy had not even let out a grunt.

The two teens circled. Rob charged forward and Anton ducked out of the way. As he did he shot a kidney punch to the musclestud.

If Rob felt the punch he gave no indication.

As Rob turned Anton was setting to spear him to the mat. Rob planted his feet and waited for the charge. Anton charged Rob with a full head of steam. Rob caught the incoming muscleteen and lifted him from the mat. Rob power slammed Anton to the center of the ring.

Anton gasped as he was slammed down flat on his back. Rob moved quickly and laid in two solid stomps to Anton's ripped abs.

Anton rolled under the bottom rope to avoid another gutbusting stomp.

Anton was on his knees trying to catch his breath. Rob dropped down behind him and locked on a full nelson. Rob pulled Anton to his feet and muscled his chin to his chest.

Anton tried to resist, but Rob was to strong. He had the full nelson cinched in tightly.

Rob tortured Anton for a few minutes, then changed to a headlock. He maneuvered around to Anton's side and drove three solid knee lifts to his gut.

Rob let Anton fall to the floor.

The ref was not counting because this was a NHB submission match. There were no count outs, no DQS.

Rob stood over Anton and flexed his big hard biceps.

Anton started to get to all fours. Rob stepped back and drove his foot hard to Anton's lower belly. Anton moaned and dropped back to the floor clutching his stomach.

"Man this is to easy. Come on boy, show some fight." Rob said as he lifted the winded teen and gutbusted him.

Anton was hurting, but he was also biding his time. The shots to his abs were being felt, but they were a long way from breaking him down. Anton had worked his abs hard. Bastian had used Anton for a heavy bag during many of their practice sessions. Anton's abs could take the pounding.

But the question was how much of a pounding could they take from a musclestud like Rob?

Rob picked the winded teen up and rolled him back in the ring. He wanted to try some power moves before making the jockboy submit.

Anton crawled to the corner and hoisted himself up with the help of the ropes.

He watched as an over confident Rob moved in. Anton braced himself. He knew how to fight NHB.

Rob sauntered in like he had the world by the ass. Anton was ready. He leapt up and locked his legs around Rob's head and flipped the muscleboy to the mat.

Rob felt Anton trying to cinch in a figure four head scissors. He pounded hard against Anton's muscular legs. Rob thought he was hitting concrete as he slugged his fist into Anton's quads.

Anton's legs were one of his best assets. Being a defensive back he worked his legs hard.

Anton kept his legs locked around Rob's head and started to roll the stud around the ring. Rob was getting winded as Anton increased his grip with each roll.

The audience was cheering loudly as Anton worked Rob over.

Rob was starting to feel woozy as he lost his ability to draw a breath. Anton finally rolled Rob to the corner and released the hold. Rob was gasping for breath. Anton stood to his feet and buried to hard boots to Rob's eight pack abdominals.

Rob grunted. Anton smiled. He had finally made the muscleboy feel one of his blows.

Anton reached down to hook Rob's head and drag him to his feet. Rob was ready and shot a roundhouse punch to Anton's head. Anton staggered backwards from the power of the punch.

Rob got to his feet. He was still breathing hard, but he was ready to fight. Rob balled up his fists and moved in on Anton.

Anton stepped from the ropes and raised his dukes. If the muscleboy wanted to box, Anton would oblige.

Rob was not a boxer, he relied on his power to take a guy down. Rob swung a big haymaker toward Anton's head. Anton saw the punch and easily slipped it. Before Rob could react Anton had delivered a hard combination to his body. Rob stepped back and Anton nailed him with a solid right cross to the jaw. Rob's head snapped back and Anton drove his foot deep into Rob's gut.

Rob doubled slightly and Anton hooked his head and bull dogged the muscular stud to the mat.

Rob was dazed as his head was rammed hard to the canvas. Anton bounced off the ropes and nailed Rob with a double knee drop to his lower back. Rob grunted loudly as he felt the 203 pounds of muscle connect with his lower back.

Anton sat back on his knees and drove a sledge hammer blow to the small of Rob's back.

Anton stood to his feet and waited for the musclestud to stand up.

Rob slowly crawled to his feet. Anton stalked the muscleboy like a hunter stalks his prey.

Anton moved quickly and slapped a full nelson on Rob. Anton cinched the hold in and tried to power Rob's chin to his chest. Rob fought back like a pit bull. Anton could feel Rob's 19" guns powering up and flexing hard against his smaller biceps."Gonna hurt you when I get free, BOY." Rob grunted out. Anton felt a stab of fear. He had no doubt Rob could hurt him.

Rob spread his legs and tried to power out of the hold. Anton used this to his advantage and drove his knee to Rob's balls. The muscleboy grunted loudly and Anton felt his knees start to buckle.

Anton slammed another knee to Rob's balls. Rob yelled out as his jewels were again busted.

Through gasping breaths Rob threatened the jock. "Boy, you are going down hard." Rob fell to his knees as Anton muscled his chin to his chest.

Rob was breathing hard and sweating as he struggled to break Anton's power hold.

Rob reached back and locked his thumbs on the pressure points of Anton's wrists. Anton felt the move but was to slow to block it. Rob squeezed down then pulled Anton's hands free. Rob flipped the 203 pound wrestler over his head, like he was a sack of flour.

Rob shot to his feet. His balls still ached, but he was pissed. No one busted his balls without payback.

Anton was getting to his feet when Rob charged and bulled him to the corner. Rob's hard fists tore into Anton's stomach. "Now, boy we go to school." Rob buried five hard closed fists to Anton's gut. Anton was sagging in the corner as the muscle stud worked him over.

Rob suddenly dropped to his back and planted his feet hard into Anton's gut. As Anton doubled over, Rob gripped his arms and monkey flipped him to the center of the ring.

Anton hit hard and lie there dazed. Rob stood and moved in on the winded teen. Rob knew victory was his.

Rob reached down and pulled Anton from the mat. He hurled him to the ropes. When Anton ricocheted off Rob locked the tough jockboy in a brutal bearhug.

Anton groaned as he felt Rob's powerful guns grip his back and start to squeeze the breath from him.

The audience was silent. They knew no one ever escaped Rob's finishing bearhug submission.

Anton was wheezing and gasping for air, but the tough football jock would not submit.

Rob ran full tilt and squashed Anton to the corner. Anton yelled out in pain as his back was crushed against the ring post.

Anton's head dropped to Rob's shoulder. The ref moved forward and raised the teen's arm. Twice it fell limp, but on the third time Anton held his arm erect.

Anton tried in vain to squeeze his arms between Rob and himself. He could not. Anton finally decided to get mean. He pulled his head back and head butted Rob right on the bridge of the nose.

Rob yelled out and released the bearhug. Anton fell weakly to the mat. Rob staggered back to a neutral corner as his nose spewed bright red blood all over the mat.

Anton took a few seconds to get his wind back. His back hurt, his ribs hurt and he knew he had to strike hard and fast.

Rob was furious as he pulled his hands away from his face. He lunged at Anton. Anton was ready and side-stepped the attack.

As Rob moved on by him, Anton drove his elbow hard to Rob's lower back. Rob grunted as his back was hammered on again.

Anton followed Rob to the corner and drove his knee to the small of Rob's back. Out of instinct Rob rammed his elbow back and connected with Anton's head.

Rob pivoted and drove his foot hard to Anton's stomach. Anton doubled over. Rob hooked his arms and power bombed him to the mat. Rob wanted to end the first fall. He needed a breather.

He drug Anton to his feet and whipped him to the ropes. Rob set for a back body drop. Anton saw the move telegraphed and gripped the ropes. Anton moved quickly and landed a spinning back kick to Rob's head. Rob dropped to the mat. Anton did not wait. He dropped a knee to Rob's back and followed with a sledgehammer blow.Anton then hooked in his finisher. He locked Rob in a full nelson / camel clutch submission.

Anton's biceps bulged as he poured on the pressure.

Anton sat was down on Rob's back. He wanted to torture the muscle stud's back even more then he had.

Rob yelled out as he felt the powerful hold being cinched in. He struggled to pull his arms free, but Anton yanked harder on his shoulders and contorted his back. Rob could feel his back starting to spasm.

"Do you want to submit?" The ref asked.

"NO" Rob yelled out. He was not going to submit to this wimp. He knew he could break the hold if he concentrated.

Rob felt Anton increase his pressure. His back muscles cramped. Rob felt like Anton was going to separate his shoulders.

Rob could not believe this wimp was holding him compliant.

As Anton pulled back he closed his legs around Rob's side. He dug his knees into the muscleboy's rib cage. Rob felt his ribs being compressed.

The pain in his back was getting excruciating. Rob's breathing was becoming labored. Anton kept applying more pressure to his shoulder blades and back. Rob kicked with his feet, but that only intensified the pain in his lower back.

"Son do you want to submit?" The ref asked again.

"NO. DAMMIT." Rob yelled out hoarsely.

Anton reached back and drew on his reserves. His legs powered hard to Rob's ribs. Anton increased the tension on his full nelson and reared back. Rob's back screamed in agony. Rob finally ceased to struggle. He tapped the mat with his right hand. When Anton did not release the hold, Rob yelled out. "I submit."

Anton released his full nelson / camel clutch submission hold and stood shakily to his feet.

He rolled Rob over to his back and looked down on the defeated Musclestud. "That's one asshole."

Anton left Rob withering on the mat as he walked to his corner for the break between falls.

Rob lie face down on the mat. He could not believe Anton had broken his bearhug, then made him submit in the center of the ring. Rob placed his hands on his sore and aching back. He knew the next fall he had to strike hard and fast.

Trace. Kale and Ryan heard the announcer declare Anton the winner of the first fall. They looked at each other and charged towards the ring. Lucien abstained. He did not ant to risk suspension.

Anton saw them coming and gulped. He knew Rob was a HWH. Anton knew he was about to get squashed.

With the clause in their contract banning all others wrestlers from ringside, there was no one to stop the ensuing onslaught.

Rob shuddered as the HWH heels charged the ring. He knew Anton could kiss his career as a wrestler good bye. But then again, Rob wondered if they were coming for him.

Anton braced himself as the three biggest guys in TW hit the ring. The referee saw them coming and scooted under the bottom rope.

Kale and Trace moved by Anton and headed straight for Rob. Rob moved to attack position. He knew Trace and Kale were heading directly towards him. In one swift move, Kale slammed a hard foot to Rob's balls. Rob's expression bore both agony and shock. He pitched forward into Trace's waiting arms. Trace hooked the muscleboy's waist and set him for a power slam. He slammed Rob, back first over Ryan's outstretched knees.

Anton was in shock as the three HWH took Rob apart. He had refused their help and surely did not want it now.

Trace and Kale lifted a hurting Rob from the mat. They whipped him to the ropes, chest first. As Rob recoiled, they slammed a double sledge hammer blow to his already worked over lower back.

Rob went face down on the mat.

Ryan flew off the top rope and rammed a big knee drop to Rob's lower back. Rob withered in agony on the mat.

Steve was watching Rob get destroyed by the HWH. He charged the ring. Steve did not know Rob that well, but he had a sense of honor. Three on one, was not honorable. Plus Rob had stepped forward and assisted him. Now it was time for payback.

Anton stayed out of it. He wanted no trouble with the Heels. Ryan had been true to his word, so Anton decided to stand back and let things take their preordained path.

Steve was under the ropes like a tiger. He dove towards Kale and struck the big HW with a shoulder block. Kale stumbled back to the corner. Steve shot a hard fist to his balls. As Kale dropped, Steve started to drag him back to his feet. Trace was already moving. Trace gripped Steve's arms and locked the muscleboy in a full nelson. He turned him towards Ryan, who unloaded fist after fist to Steve's torso.

As Ryan and Trace worked Steve over, Kale moved back to work on Rob. Rob was still down. Kale rolled Rob to his stomach and went to work on his lower back. Kale drove hard knee drops to Rob's lower back. Rob was in agony as the super HW pounded the crap out of his lower back. Kale then cinched in a camel clutch.

Trace had Steve flung over his shoulders and was climbing to the top rope. Trace positioned Steve and power bombed him from the top turnbuckle. Steve hit the mat hard. Trace's big beefy shoulder drove into Steve's chest. Steve was gasping for breath.

Five more officials charged from the back of the arena. They hit the ring and managed to get the HWH away from a crushed Rob and Steve. Both Rob and Steve were lying on the mat almost unconscious.

The referee grabbed the mike. He walked over to Anton. "Son, you won the first fall. Your opponent is not able to continue. How do you want to handle this?"

Anton knew he could force Rob to concede the match or reschedule the next two falls. Anton also knew he could take a cheap win. Rob was unable to continue.

Rob was looking up at Anton through glazed over eyes. He tried to get to his feet, but his back was ruined. He tumbled back to the mat. Anton shook his head. "We call the match. I wanted a fair fight. I did not want or need anyone's help. I will not force Rob to continue."

Anton then did the unthinkable. He walked over to the muscleboy who had crushed him a month before and helped him to his feet. Anton knew even injured Rob could be brutal and lash out. He took the risk.

He helped Rob to the corner, than stepped from the ring. By that time Steve was getting back to his feet.

Rob watched Anton depart the ring. He knew this match was not yet over. But yet again in his eyes it was over. Anton had beaten him the first fall. Rob had no doubt had the HWH not charged the ring, Anton would have won the second fall.

Rob was in shock that he had been forced to submit by a smaller less muscular boy. But he had submitted. Anton had proven beyond any doubt he belonged in the HW division.

Rob started to climb from the ring, but his back gave out. As he started to fall he felt a strong arm support him. He turned and saw Steve standing beside him. Rob was not used to accepting help from anyone. Normally he would have shrugged the offending hand off, but he and Steve had already struck a mutual friendship.

Steve had come to his aid. Rob knew it was Steve's way of paying him back. Rob knew now he had chosen one friend right.

The two beaten muscleboys made their way to the locker room.

Later that night they left the arena together. They were engrossed in conversation and did not notice Kale, Trace and Ryan watching them. Rob and Steve decided the time had come to team up. Rob wanted some payback and Trace and Kale, and Steve would make one hell of a tag team partner.

As Anton entered the locker room, he was met by Bastian.

Bastian congratulated Anton on his victory over the musclestud. Anton smiled. "Thanks to our working out together. Man, am I glad you made me work my abs. Rob would have dropped me in no time. He is one tough bastard."

Bastian nodded, "Yeah I know. I felt his incredible he-man power."

The two friends headed into the changing area. They had a few other issues to resolve.