Heavyweights Dean Vs Doug...I jimsub81

There were about 15 TW wrestlers in the practice room when Bastian, his sparring partner Doug and his new lightweight best friend Tommy came in. Nobody took much notice of them. Since the ring was being used as was most of the equipment Bastian and Doug began to spar a little to keep their golden glove boxing skills up. Tommy watched intently and listened as both his older friends gave him pointers on boxing and fighting in general. Finally Corwin's older brother Dean said to Tommy, "You just keep listening there Tommy. You'll be a good boxer in no time. Of course since you are a wrestler it won't do you much good!" He laughed hard at his own joke and Dane held up a hand and they high fived each other. Bastian and Doug stopped their sparring and Doug said, "You think you're smart tough guy? We're just giving the kid a few pointers on how to win matches. Why shouldn't he know a little boxing too? It can only help him since a pure boxer can take out a pure wrestler anytime!" Dean saw challenge in Doug's eyes and heard it in his voice and he stepped up and got nose to nose with the big teen and said. "Care to put that to the test right now big boy?", punching a finger into Doug's chest as he did. Doug smacked Dean's finger away and said, You're on!"

Damon and Marcus were working out in the ring but gave way to allow the impromptu match to take place. Dean said to Doug, "Not afraid of a match with no referee are you sport?" Doug just grinned back at the cute, well built Dean and said, "You know what pretty boy? I'm gonna wipe that smile right the fuck off your face! And what's more I gonna ENJOY doing it!" Dean was basically a nice guy but he did have a bit of cockiness to him. He knew he was cute and played off that. He liked to push people's buttons and now he had pushed Doug's. Dean kept smiling but felt just a twinge of nerves jump in his stomach. He realized he may have pushed too far this time but there was no backing out now.

Doug and Dean at last entered the ring. The rest of the TW wrestlers in the facility surrounded it eager to see these two heavyweights go at it. Dean stripped down to his leopard skin loin cloth. He had an impressive physique. He stood 6 feet tall and weighed 210 pounds. His torso was hard but not ripped. He had a thick chest and his abs were taunt with a slight bit of definition. He was unquestionably a "pretty boy" with Rusty perhaps his only real rival in the looks dept. He swung his arms back and forth as he loosened up.

Doug peeled off his shirt and stripped to his tight speedos. For the first time everyone saw his totally ripped body. His abs were a taunt 8-pack and his bulging pectorals looked hard as stone. He had a look of fierceness and was ready to prove that his boxing ability would overcome Dean's wrestling skill.

Dean approach warily and Doug bounced on the balls of his feet making his fists. His fists were massive. They were about the size of large grapefruits. His bony knuckles bulged making them look down right deadly. Dean held his hands forward and outstretched. Doug fired in a few easy jabs. Dean palmed them away with relative ease. If it was Doug's intent to let Dean fall into a sense of self security then it had worked perfectly! Dean had blocked all of Doug's jabs thus far and moved in closer to try to get in a hold. Doug threw another left high and Dean blocked it but opened himself up. Doug then showed Dean a "full strength" right. The massive fist went with lighting like quickness into Dean's navel area. The smack of the knuckles plowing Dean's belly was amazingly loud as the fist hammered the handsome boy's gut making his organs shake! Dean was caught totally off guard and staggered back bringing a hand up to rub his stricken gut. "That's just the beginning.", smirked Doug.

Dean had taken plenty of punches in his life but that was the first time that a punch TRULY ROCKED him! Doug held his fists up over his face in classic boxing fashion and again Dean slowly approached. Doug threw a volley of wickedly hard and lightning fast jabs that hit Dean's thick pectorals. His pecs bounced as the fists slammed into them. The hits backed Dean up some. His chest was hurting but he showed off and flexed his pecs causing them to "dance' as if to show Doug that he had not really hurt him. But Doug in fact had. Knowing that if he could just get Doug out of his boxer position and get him to wrestle he thought he stood a good chance to beat the ripped boy. Dean lunged low at him. Doug was taken off guard as Dean grabbed him around the waist. Dean showed some impressive strength and lifted Doug off the mats. He heaved the musclebound stud upward and dropped him down hard on his back. Doug's 220 pounds shook the ring with the impact. Dean then dropped an elbow down across those bulging pectorals that Doug seemed to absorb without a thought. As Dean went to get up Doug reached over with his left hand and caught Dean around the throat and pushed him down to the mats holding him there firmly. He straddled the pretty boy and began firing punches straight down into Dean's belly. Corwin's older brother was winded after the first hit and it went steadily down hill from there for him. Massive gutblast after massive gutblast from the big knuckled fist had Dean writhing around on the mats in agony. Doug put a little something "extra" into the 20th punch and really felt his fist dig deep into Dean's softening gut. The choke hold Doug also had on was not helping Dean either as he was having a hard time catching his breath from the pounding anyway. At last Doug showed some mercy and let go of the throat and stood up. Dean rolled over to his side and held his hurting abdomen and closed his eyes. Doug had put the hurt to him. Doug had been impressed that Dean had taken the 20 punches without submitting. But Dean's abs were terribly weakened from the attack.

Doug taunted Dean, "Had enough pretty boy? Why don't you just stay down there? You're only gonna get REALLY hurt if you get back up!" Dean's face grew red and flashed with anger. This was exactly what Doug was trying for. Doug stood ready and Dean leapt up and charged him. Doug sidestepped and nailed Dean across the side of the head with a glancing blow. Doug purposely didn't hit Dean's head full force knowing that doing so could seriously injure him ...or worse. Doug knew this was a friendly match..for the most part. Dean's head was spinning as he stumbled to the corner he grabbed the top ropes. Doug stood behind him and put his huge hand on his shoulder and spun him around. As soon as he did Doug rammed another set of hard punches to Dean's slowly tenderizing gut! Doug had incredibly well built arm muscles and those strong arms were powering the rock like fists over and over into Dean's belly. With almost blinding speed they hammered Dean's stomach. Dean sagged in the corner too winded to move or even defend himself. His arms were outstretched over the top ropes in the corner. After 30 gut blasts Dean had fallen to a half sitting half laying position with his shoulders against the turnbuckle.

His belly was beaten bright red and it was heaving up and down as the teen pretty boy gasped for wind. Doug again stood over his victim as a triumphant conqueror. "Well", he said "NOW have you had enough?" Dean looked all around him. He saw his friends Drew, Dane and Joey. He looked at his brother Corwin who had a terrible look of concern on his face. His little brother didn't say anything but he mouthed the word, "No" and shook his head. Dean almost took Corwin's advice but when he heard that cocky Aaron say, "Check out the wimp man! We all have heard about Corwin's older brother for months and what does he show us? He shows he sure doesn't know how to wrestle!" Corwin looked over at him and gave him a nasty look. Aaron didn't seem to care he just grinned back thinking he could easily handle the tag team member one on one if need be. But the words had rang true in Dean's ears too. Doug had bragged about how a good boxer could beat a good wrestler. And thus far he was proving himself correct. Dean pulled himself up the ropes and meant to show Doug what a good wrestler could in fact do!. He just knew he had to keep Doug away from his gut as it was pretty sore and weak after the abuse it had taken.

Doug was both impressed and annoyed at Dean as the cute teen got to his feet. He looked to his sparring partner Bastian who just shrugged and said, "Its HIS funeral man! Rip em up!" Tommy had become quite good friends with both the older boxing boys and cheered Doug on. The wrestlers were encouraging Dean on too as he was representing their sport although not too well at this point! Dean hatched a plan in his mind but it involved letting Doug land another hit to his gut to pull off. Dean knew Doug could not resist another shot to his favorite target so Dean moved in closer and opened himself up just slightly. Doug saw the opening and took it ramming in a heavy punch that sunk deep in the now tender belly meat. Dean winced. He knew it was going to hurt, and is sure as hell DID! But Dean pulled himself in even closer and grabbed Doug in a headlock. Before Doug could react Dean sent a knee up into Doug's gut three times with the third one winding the boxer a little. Dean then brought Doug down in a perfect DDT and Doug was really hurt for the first time.

The wrestlers were going wild now as Dean was showing some signs of life as he dropped a knee onto Doug's stomach. Doug curled a bit as Dean's 210 pounds behind that knee did connect hard. Dean then pulled Doug to his feet and Irish whipped him to the ropes. On the rebound Dean hit him with a clothesline across the upper chest that sent Doug's legs flying out from under him. He hit the mats with a crash. Dean bounced himself off the ropes and came down across Doug in a big body splash! Dean was on fire and pressed his attack as he pulled Doug up by the hair. A heavy backhand chop across the hard chest sent Dough stumbling backward. Dean followed landing ax handle after ax handle to the boxer's chest. Doug was reeling from the blows and Dean came in and grabbed his head and shoulders. Dean reached down and grabbed the bigger boy's trunks and lifted him up into a suplex. Doug came crashing down again to the canvas. Dean then threw a punch of his own to the gut that seemed to just "bounce off." But Dean was undeterred as he wrapped his muscular legs around Doug's torso and locked in his scissors. Dean had amazingly powerful legs and Doug was in the process of seeing just how strong they were as Dean squashed Doug's upper abs.

Doug began to try to pry the legs off him as his hands were free. It was no use and Dean was still increasing the pressure. Dean tried to prevent any more tampering with his hold so he reached out and grabbed Doug's left arm and held it tight all the while increasing the pressure to his scissors. Doug threw his head back in agony. Dean had him and had him good! Then Doug realized through his pain just how stupid he was. His right arm was totally free and Dean's body was wide open! Doug made a fist and brought it over and down landing it right on Dean's navel! Dean grunted and Doug began laying in the hits. Dean's scissors weakened just a bit but were still applied with authority. Doug then took a page from the wrestlers handbook and clamped on an abdominal claw. Doug had an enormous hand and his thumb sank into Dean's navel while his fingers dug deep into the lower belly. Dean felt the hard bony intruders probing deep into his guts. He swore they were moving things around inside him that probably should not be moved! Dean too threw his head back in pain as Doug had. Doug still could not believe the pressure of Dean's scissors but he did feel them slowly loosening.

Doug reached back and forced his fingers down into Dean further, He began to wiggle his fingers and Dean was in agony. At last Dean could not concentrate hard enough to keep his scissors locked. When the hold relaxed it was broken easily by Doug who rolled away to catch his breath. Dean had really squashed the fight out of him. But Dean too was in a bad way. He rolled to his side massaging his brutalized guts. Dean had good but not fantastic ab muscles and now after all the punching and the torturous claw what muscles he did have were totally broken down. He could not flex them at all and his gut seemed to bulge out a bit as the muscles were not working properly at the moment.

Both boys slowly got to their feet Doug apparently had rested enough. For his part, Dean was moving much more slowly and stood slightly bent over protecting his abs. Dean knew he needed to get Doug back into the wrestling mode or he would be finished. Doug knew that was exactly what Dean was thinking and was no way going to let that happen. Doug showed his stamina by once again getting into his boxer's stance and bounced on his feet. This time Doug took the offensive and went in jabbing at Dean. Dean backed up taking some shots to his meaty pectorals. Doug appeared to be playing with the pretty boy now. After a flurry of lighting fast jabs that peppered Dean's pecs Doug decided to go back to his favorite target.

Doug shoved Dean back and almost immediately came charging forward. Dean was still backpedalling when Doug advanced. Doug threw six quick jabs, WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP, that all slammed the pretty boy's guts. Dean thought to himself, 'Oh no, not again', as his stomach took the hits. Dean was backed up to the ropes and Dean brought back his right arm and, in an effort to show off, wound it around in a whirlwind before ramming it home with authority. The hard fist plowed deep in Dean's now mushy belly. Dean had a look of agony as he fell to his knees holding his midsection.

Those watching and pulling for Dean were now split in voicing their opinions. Half were telling him to give it up the other half were telling him to get going, as he could still win. Corwin was yelling to his brother to give it up. Dean had taught Corwin and Drew a lot of their moves and it pained Corwin to see his older brother getting beaten so badly. Doug had a bit of a sadistic streak and he still would not mind "playing" a bit more with Dean and he egged him on, "That's right pretty boy. You better call it quits!" Doug smirked and said, "How's the belly feel pretty boy?" Dean just looked up at Doug and through his panting he said, "Fuck you, you're going down!" Dean summoned more strength reserves and got to his feet. The wrestlers cheering him were overjoyed. Corwin hung his head as he could hardly bring himself to watch more. Drew out an arm around his partner and said, "He'll be OK Cor. Dean knows what he's doing." Corwin looked into Drew's eyes and could tell Drew didn't believe any of his own words. Drew knew that Corwin could tell too and managed a half hearted grin.

Dean again attempted to get Doug down on the mats and he slid down with a leg take down. Doug toppled like a mighty oak tree and Dean fought through the pain in his stomach and leapt on Doug's back. Dean laid in a few punches to the lower back and Doug grunted. Dean the pulled Doug up by the hair from behind and shoved him into the ropes. Doug bounced off them and back to Dean's waiting arms. Dean was hurt badly but was still able to lift Doug's 220 pounds and slam him down with authority. Doug's body tingled all over from the slam. He was not used to this sort of pain. Dean dropped an elbow to the chest to little effect. Dean dropped a second elbow that again did little to Doug's muscle shielding. Dean was sweaty and panting as he slowly got up again. Doug showed his superior conditioning and was up faster thanDean and punched the boy hard in the kidney. Dean grunted and Doug spun him around. Instinctively Dean brought his hands around to cover his belly but Doug just brushed them away and whipped in ten more punches that hit Dean's sagging belly with almost "wet sounding" SPLATS!Dean was almost out on his feet and doubled slightly. Doug then drove a series of upper cuts to the paunchy gut that actually lifted Dean off his feet each time. After 12 of the heavy uppercuts Doug opened his hand and drove a claw into Dean's lower belly just above his pubes. Doug shoved the claw in as far as he could while at the same time wrapping his left arm around Dean's back and used it to pull Dean into the claw as he pressed it into the pretty teen's tummy.

Dean was now locked in Doug's cruel embrace of agony. Dean's chin rested on Doug's shoulder and he pounded weakly on Doug's well muscled back with his waining strength. Doug wanted to end this so called match now and rammed the claw deeper into the gut while at the same time pulled Dean closer into him. Dean had a fairly thick body but he swore Doug's fingers were about to grab his spine through his belly. Doug's long, thick, and bony fingers speared deep into Dean's abdomen. Doug could actually feel the soft lumps that were Dean's organs. Dean at last could take no more and with a face that was a red as an apple he cried out, "OK OK, OK...OK ...OK! I give up!" Doug gave one final squeeze and felt something move away inside Dean's body. Dean sceamed,"OK, OK I FUCKING SAID I GIVE UP!!"

Doug released Dean who fell to his back. He was hardly conscious and Doug stood gloating over the handsome boy. Corwin and Drew came in to see how Dean was doing. Dean just said, "Oh my aching stomach!" Corwin gently rubbed his older brother's stomach. He could feel it twitching as the bowels rumbled from the abuse they had been through. "You'll be OK", said Drew..Joey knows how to make abs feel a lot better. Joey knelt beside him and said, "Sure do Dean lets get you back to the locker room."

As Dean slowly left the ring supported by his brother and friends the rest of the wrestler who had agreed that a wrestler could easily take a boxer were left to rethink things.