LW Match: Adam Vs Philip: Part 1 punk_wrestler2000

Ever since the LW championship match where Philip and Adam had mixed it up to a slight degree, Adam had been wanting a crack at Philip.

Adam could still fell Philip's hard punch every time he thought about it. Philip had doubled him over with a spearing punch to his gut. Adam had been embarrassed.

Adam was coming off a stellar performance in the battle royal. Philip was coming off a few good wins.

Adam was still frying because Samuel had beat Kevin. He knew Samuel was not that good of wrestler. But Samuel had beaten him.

Adam really wanted a match against Philip. He wanted to show the Posse Boy he could take it and dish it out. He wanted to show all the LWs his performance in the BR was no fluke.

Philip was in the locker room when Adam entered. The two teen locked eyes, each knowing a challenge was forth coming.

In appearance they were roughly the same build. Philip had an inch of height on Adam, but weight wise and body wise there was little difference. They were as evenly matched as one could get.

Adam wanted to challenge Philip to a test of abs strength. He wanted to show the tough kid he could handle a solid punch. But he was still leery. Philip had doubled him over.Finally Adam could stand it no longer. He walked up to Philip. "You and me. I want a match." Adam said as he stood nose to nose with Philip.

Philip smirked. "Boy, I will mop the ring up with you. Hell I dropped your scrawny ass with one punch." Philip said getting a tad bit cocky.

Adam flexed his small 14" biceps. He then rippled his lean abs. Philip laughed. "Boy, you got nothing. I can whip your arm muscle."

Adam shoved Philip. "Come on prove it." Adam said as he knelt down and placed his arm on the bench and challenged Philip to armwrestle.

Philip shook his head. He had been working out with Rusty, Martin, Jed and Luke. Now this little puissant wanted to challenge him. Philip knelt down and placed his arm on the bench.

The two little he-men locked in their grips.

Their eyes locked. "On three." Philip said.

Adam nodded.

On three both boys powered hard against each other. Adam was a little surprised by Philip's strength. He grunted as he tried to hold his lean arm erect.

Philip smiled confidently as he felt his bicep strength take charge. He felt Adam's arm start to yield.

Adam sucked wind as he struggled to take Philip's bicep strength.

"Come on wimp, fight back." Philip said.

Adam's face flushed red as Philip taunted him. He flexed his small but firm bicep and fought back. He heard Philip grunt as he started to feel Adam pushing back against his arm strength.

Philip was incredulous as Adam brought their arms back to a neutral position.

Philip felt Adam starting to flex his bicep. He could feel Adam drawing on some inner reserves and starting to muscle his arm down to the bench. Philip drew in a deep breath and fought back. He felt Adam's arm give a little.

Philip and Adam were both sweating and breathing hard as they battled bicep to bicep.

Adam could feel his bicep starting to burn as he tried to force Philip's arm down. Philip was straining, but his arm remained erect. Philip took another deep breath and gave a mighty he-man flex. Adam's arm began to yield.

Philip flexed again and Adam felt his lean arm being taken down to the bench. Philip let out a yell when he pinned Adam's arm down. "Not so tough are you wimp?" Philip said as he held Adam's arm down and reached across and slapped him across the face.

Adam saw red and pulled his hand free. He stood to his feet and clinched his fists.

Philip responded in kind.

Before things got out of hand Wesley and Will intervened and broke the two teens apart.

"Come on guys. None of this shit. Settle it in the ring." Wesley said.

Both Adam and Philip agreed. In short order a match was signed.

Adam waited back stage. He was nervous. He knew Philip was tough, but he also knew he could handle any thing the teen dished out.

Philip was equally as edgy. The contract had stipulated no member of the Posse was allowed ringside.

Philip was on his own for this match.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN OUR NEXT MATCH IS A LW MATCH. FIRST MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING IN THE BLUE SPEEDOES IS PHILIP. PHILIP IS 5'7. 14 YEARS OLD AND WEIGHED IN AT 140 POUNDS."

The brown haired blue eyed LW made his way to the ring alone. The audience was surprised to see Philip without the backing of the Posse. But even alone Philip's face bore his usual cocky expression. This kid needed no outside help to win a match.

Philip leapt over the rope and waited for Adam to be introduced. He was going to enjoy squashing his opponent.

"AND NOW MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING WEARING THE BRIGHT RED SPEEDOES IS ADAM. ADAM IS ALSO 14 YEARS OLD AND WEIGHTS 140 POUNDS. "

"THIS IS A ONE FALL MATCH WITH A TWENTY MINUTE TIME LIMIT."

Adam ran to the ring. He was ready to fight. The audience remembering his performance in the BR cheered him loudly.

Adam vaulted over the ropes and stood nose to nose with Philip.

The ref checked both teens over and called for the bell. Adam and Philip charged each other like two pit bulls. They locked up collar and elbow and Adam scored first cinching in a head lock and applying the pressure.

Philip was surprised by Adam's power. He grunted as Adam cranked on his head and neck.

Philip tried to fire an elbow to Adam's gut, but Adam drove him to his knees with his well-applied headlock.

  Adam kept control of Philip. He rammed his knee to his back and pulled mightily on the headlock. Philip grunted but took the pain. Philip started to power back to his feet. He strained under Adam's powerful hold. Philip planted his feet and tried to whip Adam to the ropes. Adam clung to his hold.

Philip again tried to whip Adam to the ropes. When Adam again held on, Philip sent a hard elbow smash to his gut. Adam grunted and released the hold. Philip turned and nailed him with a clothesline across his lean chest.

Adam stumbled back to the ropes. Philip followed driving a knee lift to Adam's unflexed abs. Adam whished out his air and double over. Philip gripped his head and flipped him to his back. Philip moved like a cat and stomped Adam's lean gut.

Adam curled into a ball as his gut took a beating. Philip smiled and pointed at the downed boy. He reached down to pull Adam to his feet and Adam hooked his head and rolled him into a small package. The ref counted to one and Philip kicked out.

Both boys leapt to their feet.

Philip was pissed Adam had almost gotten him. They moved in on each other. Philip drove a hard fist to Adam's gut. Adam took the blow and fired a punch back to Philip's gut. Philip grunted. Adam punched him again.

Philip staggered back. Adam smiled and moved forward.Adam hit Philip with a knee lift that drove him to the ropes. Adam grabbed Philip's arm and prepared to whip him across the ring. Philip planted his feet and reversed the move. Adam went flying to the turnbuckle.

Adam hit the ring post back first. He sagged in the corner taking a second to catch his breath. Philip charged like a run away freight train. Adam tried to move but was to slow. Philip's shoulder dug hard to his belly.

Adam doubled forward. Philip bent down and lifted Adam over his shoulder. He ran to the center of the ring and power bombed Adam to the mat.

Adam sucked wind as Philip drove him to the mat back first. Philip stood and moved to the corner. He climbed to the top rope and leapt off. Adam barely was able to roll out of the way. Philip hit nothing but mat with his intended splash.

Adam rolled to his stomach and slowly got to his knees. He moved close to Philip. He rolled Philip to his back and drove in two hard gut punches. Philip wheezed.

Adam stood to his feet and drug Philip up. He locked his hands behind his back and drove three solid knee lifts to his lean taunt gut. Philip gasped for breath as the knees tore into his stomach.

Adam lifted Philip and dropped him over his extended knee in a hard gutbuster. He did not let Philip roll to the mat. Instead he lifted the boy and gutbusted him again. Philip coughed and gagged as his lean gut was hammered over Adam's hard knees.

Adam let the winded teen roll to the mat. He stood back and waited for Philip to get to his knees. When Philip climbed to all fours Adam drove a hard kick to his lower belly. Philip let out a yell and crumbled to the mat.

Adam smiled. He knew he was in complete control.

Adam reached down and rolled Philip to his back. He measured his opponent and dropped a hard power punch to his navel.

Philip cried out in pain as the punch connected. Adam then sat across Philip's chest and slammed on a double gut claw.

Philip began to thrash around as Adam's fingers tore into his sore belly.

The ref was kneeling down asking Philip if he wanted to submit.

To Adam's surprise Philip shouted out a defiant no.

Adam released one of his claw holds and pummeled Philip's gut with punches.

Philip was gasping for air as Adam worked him over.

Philip was hurting but he was not yet ready to concede defeat.

Philip had studied under Rusty and Martin. He knew how to take a licking and keep on ticking.

Philip reached up and locked Adam in a sleeper hold. Adam was incredulous as Philip mounted some offense. Adam readied to continue slugging Philip.Suddenly Philip released his sleeper hold and shoved Adam forward. As he did he swung his legs up and locked them around Adam's head. Philip gave a mighty yank and flipped Adam to the mat. Adam had no choice but to release his ab claw.As he flipped Adam to the mat, Philip tightened his leg lock. Adam grunted as he tried to break the powerful hold of Philip's legs.

Philip rolled Adam around the ring. With each roll he increased the tension on Adam's head and neck.

Adam was getting winded as he tried to free himself. Finally he locked his foot on the bottom rope. The ref tapped Philip on the shoulder and told him to release the hold.

Adam gulped down air once the head scissors were released.

Philip was on his feet and quickly moving in on Adam. Philip sent a hard kick to Adam's ribs. Adam yelled out.

Philip reached down and pulled Adam to his feet. He bulled the boy to the corner. Philip's hands lashed out like pistons as he peppered Adam's gut with five hard power punches. Adam sagged in the corner. He was gasping for air.

Philip stepped back and drove the point of his boot deep into Adam's belly. Adam yelled out and fell to his knees. Philip gripped his head and lifted him back to his feet.

Philip turned and delivered a perfectly executed neck breaker. Adam crumbled to the center of the ring. Philip hooked his leg.

The ref bent down and counted. Adam tried to kick out but he was spent. The ref's hand hit the mat for three just as Adam raised his shoulder.

The ref wanted to denote the pin fall, but Adam had gotten his shoulder up.

Philip was pissed. But he wasted no time worrying about it. He stood to his feet and landed a hard double stomp to Adam's gut.

Adam wheezed. Philip remained standing on Adam's stomach. As he did he bounced up and down further driving the wind from him.

Philip finally stood from Adam's stomach. Adam curled into a fetal position as he tried in vain to catch his breath.

Philip gave him no chance. He hooked on a hammerlock and drove three solid knees to Adam's stomach.

Philip was pumped as he took the fight to Adam.

Adam was coughing and gagging as Philip's hard knees busted his gut. Philip finally drove a hard fist to Adam's sternum. Adam ceased his struggles and fell limply back to the mat.

Philip laced his hands together and delivered a sledgehammer blow to Adam's lower belly.

Adam yelled out in pain as his gut was tortured some more.

Philip prepared to hammer home another sledgehammer shot. Adam knew he could take no more. "I SUBMIT." He screamed out. "NO MORE, Please NO MORE."

Philip stood to his feet as Adam cried out his submission. As Philip's arm was raised in victory, Adam curled up in a fetal position and hugged his stomach. He had never been worked over this hard during a match. His gut felt like it had been whipped on by a heavy weight.

As he lie there he started to cough and wheeze. He could not believe Philip had that kind of strength and stamina. Philip stepped from the ring. He did not even glance back at Adam. He had done what he had set out to do. He had crushed his opponent. Philip was thankful for the training Rusty, Martin and a few others had given him.

Two medics came and helped Adam out of the ring. He was not injured, but his stomach would be sore for a few days. As he walked back to the dressing room his hands hugged his stomach. He could not believe he could walk and be in this much pain. When he got to the locker room, Adam collapsed on a bench and just hugged his beaten stomach.

He vowed to start working out more. Next time he and Philip met, he would return this beating.