Aaron vs Scott: Part 1 funtime333

A week after having dominated Thom during an impromptu match in the gym, Aaron was still charged up and looking forward to locking up with Zack more than ever.

Aaron had been pestering the commissioner to give him a real match and prove he was worthy to take on the winner of the Battle Royal. But the commissioner had not paid him much attention, claiming he was too busy arranging matches with the league's "real" wrestlers and that Aaron hadn't earned the right to take on one of the league's biggest stars.

This made Aaron angry and more determined than ever to prove himself. One afternoon, he headed for the gym, knowing many of the wrestlers in the league would be there practicing. If he couldn't show his stuff in the ring, then Aaron figured he would do it on the mats, in front of other wrestlers this time. He knew he was taking a risk, because if he got manhandled in front of everyone, he would never get the respect he felt he deserved. But it was a chance he was willing to take.

Aaron walked into the gym and his heart skipped a beat when he saw Zack, Jake, Adam, Dane and Patrick on the mats, talking strategy and practicing moves on each other. He noticed Zack glance briefly at him and nod his head in acknowledgment. Zack had heard Aaron was eager to get in the ring with him, but so was just about every other wrestler in the MW division. Ever since his impressive showing at the BR, Zack had become a bit of a target.

Aaron walked over to the edge of the mat and watched as the wrestlers joked and laughed. Watching the other boys horsing around, Aaron felt a bit lonely. He secretly hoped they would call him over and invite him to join in, but they didn't.

Aaron hadn't been able to make any real connection with anyone else in the league and wished he had at least one good friend to call his own. Aaron knew if he was able to beat Zack in a fair match in front of everyone, he'd become much more popular within the league.

As Aaron watched, Zack began wrestling against Jake. Aaron was surprised to see how well Zack held his own against the much bigger and stronger wrestler. He studied Zack's moves carefully, paying attention to his strategy in hopes he'd be able to use it against him if they ever faced off. Aaron was so concentrated that he was startled when he felt someone tap him on the shoulder.

Aaron turned around and saw a guy standing next to him he had never seen before.

"Hi, I'm Scott," the new wrestler said. He was model-handsome, with a stern but friendly expression. He wearing a shiny red tank top and blue workout pants. "I'm new around here and looking for a wrestling partner to practice with."

"What's up," Aaron said, shaking the newcomer's hand. "My name is Aaron. Sure, I'll practice with you, man. I could use the workout too."

As the two boys made their way onto the mats, Aaron realized he might have acted too quickly. Scott was a couple of inches taller than him and outweighed him by nearly 20 pounds. Scott was powerfully built, and even with his arms relaxed, Aaron could tell the teen's biceps held tremendous power.

Aaron was worried that even though they were just going to be practicing, Scott would overpower him easily and make him look bad in front of Zack and his friends, perhaps even ruining his chances of ever facing Zack in the ring. He had to make sure he put on a good showing.

Zack and Jake had sat down to catch their breath when they noticed Aaron and Scott walking onto the mats. "Look, we've got company," Dane said. "Let's see what these guys can do."

Aaron's ears began to burn when he realized the other wrestlers were going to watch him and Scott wrestle. Suddenly he wished he had taken on a smaller opponent.

As they stepped onto the mat, Scott turned to Aaron. "I'm a little rusty, because I haven't wrestled in a while, so take it easy on me," Scott said, grinning sheepishly. Aaron sensed that Scott was being disingenuous. He could tell by Scott's form and poise that the older teen wasn't only in peak physical shape, but that he was a ferocious wrestler as well.

Aaron's heart was pounding in his chest as he and Scott turned to face each other. Aaron shot one last glance at Zack, who was watching with great interest from the side of the mat, and then decided to forget all about the eyes that were focused on him and concentrate on the match. It might have been a simple practice match, but Aaron was going to treat it very seriously.

The two teens locked up collar and elbow, and Aaron noticed Scott's grip was loose and casual. Aaron was counting on using his opponent's laidback attitude to his advantage. He decided to test Scott's strength by pushing against him, trying to drive him back on the mat. But even though Scott wasn't taking the match seriously, Aaron could barely budge him. Scott was even stronger than he looked.

Aaron decided he'd fare better by trying to take the other boy down to the mat. He feigned another push against Scott but instead stepped back and, in a burst of speed, swept Scott's legs with his own, knocking Scott down. Aaron quickly snapped on a figure-four leglock.

"Shit!" Scott cried out in pain. Aaron's speed had caught him by surprise, and only a few seconds into the match, he was already trapped. Scott had the feeling he could work himself out of the hold if he really needed to. But since it was a practice match with nothing at stake, Scott saw no reason not to submit immediately and avoid risking any kind of injury to his knees.

"OK, I give," Scott said. "You get the first fall."

Beaming with pride, Aaron released the painful hold and jumped back to his feet. He couldn't resist looking off to the side and meeting Zack's glance, who was watching him intently. Aaron smirked at Zack, then turned his attention back to Scott, who was back on his own feet and ready to face off again.

"Let's see you try that again," Scott said with a smile, but his brooding eyes didn't seem to be smiling so much. The two boys locked up collar to elbow again, and this time Scott took the offensive, pushing hard against Aaron and backing him up on the mat.

With a burst of speed rivaling Aaron's earlier display, Scott locked his opponent in a side headlock and cranked on the pressure. Aaron's head was trapped between Scott's torso and his powerful bicep. He could tell Scott wasn't putting all his power into the hold, but even still, Aaron knew there was no way he'd be able to power out of the hold by sheer strength alone.

Instead, Aaron shot a couple of quick jabs into Scott's rock-hard midsection, to no effect. Scott locked on the headlock even tighter.

Aware he was being watched carefully, Aaron knew he had to break Scott's hold quickly. He threw out a couple more punches into Scott's ribs, this time putting more power behind them. He heard Scott grunt and mutter a curse under his breath, then felt Scott's arm squeeze even harder against his neck. Aaron realized he was only making Scott madder.Aaron clutched at Scott's forearm, trying to relieve some pressure from the hold, but Scott cranked down, muscling Aaron to his knees. Aaron began to feel a little light-headed and knew he had to do something soon, or else he'd have to submit.Suddenly Scott released the headlock on his own, looped an arm under Aaron's shoulder, and twisted the teen into a textbook abdominal stretch. Aaron grimaced as his bigger opponent poured on the pressure, stretching his strong, muscular body like it was putty.

With his free hand, Scott dug a painful ab claw into Aaron's outstretched mid-section. Aaron tried to tense his ab muscles but Scott's fingers dug in too deeply. Suddenly, it seemed like both boys had forgotten this was supposed to be a practice match.

Aaron's taut abs were being stretched and tortured. The pain was brutal, and Aaron's body was quickly coated in sweat. Aaron tried frantically to wriggle himself free, but Scott was able to hold his slick torso compliant. A malicious smile spread across Scott's lips as he easily dominated Aaron. He tightened his ab claw even more, and felt the smaller teen writhe in pain.

Then his conscience got the better of him and Scott released his opponent, figuring he'd had enough. Aaron dropped on the mat, relieved and surprised Scott had let him go of his own volition. He looked up and saw Scott was smiling at him.

Scott was feeling a little guilty for having been so hard on Aaron. He was also impressed with Aaron's endurance and refusal to submit. Scott was a newcomer to the TW and thought the tough Aaron would make a worthwhile friend.

But in his insecurity, Aaron misinterpreted Scott's friendly smile as arrogance. This sparked a ferocious anger within Aaron. The last thing he wanted to do was to be made a fool of in front of Zack and his friends.

In a friendly gesture, Scott reached down and extended his right hand to Aaron, offering to help him up to his feet. Aaron seized the opportunity to grab Scott's hand, twist it in his arm, and slap on a painful wristlock. The startled Scott was pulled down hard, greeted by a faceful of mat.

Taking advantage of his surprise attack, Aaron planted his feet on the side of Scott's torso and neck and pulled, turning the wristlock into an armstretch. Scott pounded the mat in pain with his free arm. Aaron's biceps bulged as he pulled on Scott's arm, twisting his hand and trying to get a second submission out of the stronger teen.

It was taking all of Aaron's strength to keep the armstretch hold on Scott, who was struggling formidably against him. Aaron's chest and back muscles rippled from the effort of preventing Scott from pulling his arm free.

"You give?" Aaron asked through clenched teeth, hoping the answer was yes. He didn't know if he could keep the hold loc

"You give?" Aaron asked through clenched teeth, hoping the answer was yes. He didn't know if he could keep the hold locked on much longer.

Scott didn't even bother to reply. Instead, he decided to take it to the smaller teen, practice match or not. He pushed himself up off the mat with his left arm and used all his strength to pull his right arm free from Aaron's grip. His bicep swelled and flexed as he curled his arm away from Aaron.

Before Scott could lift himself off the mat, Aaron sprung on him. He sidetackled the teen, knocking him flat on his back, and straddled him in a schoolboy pin. With Scott's arms pinned down on the mat under his knees, Aaron placed a painful pec claw on Scott's chest, squeezing as hard as he could in hopes Scott would submit.

Scott's legs flailed as Aaron tortured his muscular chest. He tried to flex his chiseled pec muscles to ward off the pain, but Aaron had too strong a grip. He couldn't believe the smaller teen had gotten him in this position. Scott noticed the look of utter determination on Aaron's face and couldn't help but respect the fire of his opponent.

Aaron maintained his claw on Scott's pecs and dug his knees into Scott's rock-hard biceps. He felt Scott take a deep breath and attempt to push out from beneath him. Scott actually managed to bring his arms off the mat for a moment, lifting Aaron with him, but Aaron put even more pressure onto his pec claw, weakening Scott's resolve. Aaron knew Scott was powerful enough to eventually throw him off, and knew he had to get a submission quickly.

Aaron released his pec claw and schoolboy pin simultaneously. He let his body drop atop Scott and wrapped his powerful legs around Scott's legs, spreading them apart. He grabbed Scott's wrists and muscled them down to the mat, essentially locking on a grapevine hold.

Scott winced in pain from the pressure on his legs and pushed up against Aaron. Both teens' arms trembled as they muscled against each other. Scott was easily the stronger of the two, but Aaron's pec claw had done its damage and his chest muscles throbbed painfully as he tried to overpower Aaron.

Aaron's surprisingly strong legs kept spreading Scott's legs apart. The veins in Scott's meaty biceps and forearms jumped out from the strain as he pushed against Aaron. Although he had to use all his strength to keep Scott down, Aaron could feel the bigger teen beginning to weaken under him.

Scott was amazed that Aaron was able to hold him compliant. He suspected this practice match had some added meaning for the teen, which explained the intensity of his attack. In wrestling, concentration often counted as much as physical skill.

Scott dug down deep and used all the strength he had left to make one last effort to push Aaron off him. Aaron had trouble resisting Scott's last-ditch attack, but he grunted and managed to hold him even. Aaron's back and shoulders ached from the strain, and he could feel Scott's powerful body tensing beneath him. But Aaron knew he just had to ride out Scott a little longer.

Aaron kept up the pressure to Scott's legs and pushed down as hard as he could. He watched as Scott's biceps swelled with one last superhuman effort, his handsome face contorted by the strain. Then Scott's body went limp from exhaustion. Aaron felt Scott give up and pinned his arms decisively to the mat.

Aaron pulled on Scott's arms, stretching them out and holding Scott's body in an X shape on the mat. He held the hold for a few seconds, leaving no doubt he had dominated his bigger opponent fully. Before he could ask Scott if he wanted to submit, Scott muttered a weak "I give, man."

Aaron immediately released his grapevine and jumped to his feet, raising his fists in the air excitedly. He realized that in the heat of battle, he had completely forgotten about his spectators. He glanced over to Zack and his crew, who applauded politely. Zack nodded at him, as if

Zack nodded at him, as if to say "Nice match."

Too pumped up to think about what he was doing, Aaron pointed at Zack and said "I want YOU next, Zack. You and me in the ring, man. Or are you too scared?"

Before Zack could reply, a winded Scott got back to his feet and placed his hand on Aaron's shoulder. "Nice match, bro," Scott said. "Can't believe you whipped me."

Aaron rashly pushed Scott's arm away, ignoring him. He took a step closer toward Zack. "How about it, Zack? Just name the time and place. Submission, NHB, whatever you want."

Sensing trouble, Zack, Jake, Dane and the others all rose to their feet. Zack took a step towards Aaron and was about to reply, but Dane placed his hand on Zack's chest, pushing him back, and answered for him.

"I'll talk to the commissioner tomorrow," Dane said. "Zack has some other matches lined up, but I'll see what I can do. In the meantime, though, you need to cool off, buddy."

Aaron laughed arrogantly. "I'm not your buddy, Dane," he said. "I'm not here to make friends. I'm here to show I'm the best middleweight wrestler in the league, and I'm going to start proving it by demolishing your friend there."

Zack was eyeing Aaron coolly, and Aaron wondered if that wasn't a glint of trepidation in Zack's eye. Could Zack be worried about stepping into the ring with him?

"I'll talk to the commissioner myself," Zack said in a steady low voice. "I'll make sure you get your shot, man."

Aaron was surprised by Zack's low-key manner. He had hoped Zack would have been more arrogant or conceited. Aaron sensed he was the one who was coming off like a jerk, and he felt a little ashamed. He didn't know why he tended to act so abrasively sometimes. But he didn't know how to backpedal out of the situation he had created for himself, so he just went with it.

"Good!" Aaron replied. "I was beginning to wonder if you ever spoke for yourself. I'll be waiting to hear from you. Hope you're ready to lose, punk. And lose BAD."

Zack smiled at Aaron's threats and shook his head slightly. Aaron realized he was making an ass out of himself, and turned around to make his exit. "Get out of my way, loser," he said as he brushed brusquely past Scott.

After Aaron left, Zack, Dane, Adam, Jake and Patrick came over to Scott and introduced themselves, welcoming him to the league.

"Don't underestimate him," Scott warned Zack about Aaron. "He's stronger than he looks. He only beat me because I wasn't really planning on an all-out match, but he's definitely not to be taken lightly."

Zack nodded and took Scott's warning to heart. He knew Aaron was focused on dominating him in the ring, and that kind of determination can be a wrestler's most effective weapon.