NON-Title TT Match: The set up punk_wrestler2000

Rick and Carter were riding high after their recent title match victory. They had opened themselves to accept all challenges. They were ready to defend their titles.

Carter and Rick were the self-proclaimed good guys of TW. So far they had taken on the heel tag teams and defeated most of them. They liked a good tough fair match. But they both knew being champs they would be facing some rough tough matches. They wanted to be ready for any type of match, from fair and just to down and dirty NHB.

Having been Tag team Champs in their former league, Rick and Carter had fought in almost every kind of match one could dream up.

They were in the weight room when Kale and Trace entered. Kale hit the weights as Trace spotted for him. Their eyes were on the ripped bodies of the tag team champs.

Trace and Kale had felt for a long time they should be the champs, but so far they had not had the opportunity.

Rick noticed Kale and Trace giving them the eye. Rick flexed his big bulging biceps. Trace looked at Kale and smiled. They took Rick's bicep flex as a challenge.

Trace and Kale stood and approached Rick and Carter. Carter stood from the machine and moved beside Rick.

They could see the challenge in the other teen's eyes.Kale and Trace stood directly in front of the Champs. "Did we hear you right? You will take on all challengers?"

Carter and Rick nodded. "Yeah we will. Why want a match?"

Trace and Kale were surprised when Rick and Carter did not back down. They exchanged cocky grins.

"Yeah we do.How about a non-title match tonight?"

Rick and Carter weren't quite prepared to be meeting the big HWs just now, but it was a non-title match.

They looked over one half of the HWH. They were out muscled and out weighed. Kale and Trace had them by a good 125 pounds of solid muscle. But Corwin and Drew as well as HB and Kane had beaten Trace and Kale.

Carter the bigger Champ nodded. "All right, tonight. A non-title match."

Kale and Trace smirked. "Man hope you guys are prepared. We plan on giving you a hard welcome to championship status."

Trace and Kale really did not care if this was a title match. They just wanted to crush the Pretty Boys.

The four big muscled teens headed to get the contract signed. Trace and Kale were going to enjoy a good hard fought match.

The TW officials reminded Rick and Carter they did not need to take a match this soon after winning the titles.

Rick nodded. "We know that, but it is NON-TITLE and we did say we would take on all comers."

The Commissioner nodded and produced the contract.

Once the contract was signed all four teens headed out of the arena to prepare for their tag team match.

Carter and Rick were pumped as they pulled into the TW parking lot. They locked their truck and headed to the wrestler's entrance.

As they walked they talked about their strategy for their upcoming match. They wanted to win.

Two figures clad in solid black spandex jumpsuits walked quietly behind them. The teen's heads were covered with hoods and they wore lone ranger masks. Their sneakers masked their footsteps. The only thing visible was the whites of their eyes.

They did not speak, but both knew what was to be done.

In one fluid motion the two teens jumped Rick and Carter and bull dogged them to the concrete.

Rick and Carter could not stop the blow and their pretty boy face's crashed hard to the solid cement.

Carter felt his nose start to spurt blood on impact. Rick felt his head hit hard.

Rick and his partner were dazed. The black clad figures rolled the two champs to their backs and landed solid stomps to their balls. Two hard stomps then a knee drop to the tag team champs jewels.

Rick and Carter gasped for breath as their balls were busted.

Rick and Carter knew they were in trouble. They felt their legs being grabbed and then the stomps started raining down on their unflexed abs. Three hard stomps each followed by another hard stomp to the groin.

The two black clad figures did not speak. They broke off their attack but only to launch an even harder one. They quickly landed repeated double stomps to the champ's guts.

Rick and Carter wheezed as they were worked over hard in a sneak attack.

The two black clad figures were relentless. They had their instructions. Crush the PRETTY BOYS before the match.

After five double stomps they stepped from the downed champs abs. Both Rick and Carter were breathing hard. But these guys weren't done yet. They produced an aluminum baseball bat. One black clad teen lifted Rick and pinned his arms behind his back. The other teen delivered three solid shots to Rick's wide-open gut.

Rick grunted and yelled out with each swing of the bat.

Rick was released and collapsed in a heap. They did the same to Carter.

Carter was wheezing as the powerful swings of the bat tore into his abs. He thought he would lose his supper as each blow lifted him from his feet.

They dropped Carter down beside Rick. Both Pretty Boy champs lie on the concrete gasping and wheezing.

The two black clad teens walked away never having mumbled a single word. They slipped into the darkness as other wrestlers started to arrive.

Jeff and Sean found Rick and Carter lying on the ground almost unconscious. They helped the current Tag team champs to the locker room.

Carter and Rick were so far out of it that Jeff and Sean had to carry them in one at a time.

Jeff and Sean went and got a couple of damp towels and helped Rick and Carter get cleaned up. Carter's nose was bleeding and Rick's lip was cut. Sean asked them if they wanted to call the match.

Rick and Carter shook their heads. "Hell no. We can play this game as well." Carter said through gasping breaths.

Jeff noticed the bruises on the champ's torsos. He and Sean could plainly see that the bruises had not caused by fists or boots.

Rick and Carter were sore, but they were also pissed. They were going to fight Trace and Kale's fight now. No one Pearl Harbored them and got away with it.

Rick stood on shaky feet. He walked slowly to his locker and pulled out some loaded elbow padds. Normally he and Carter would not stoop to this level, but they could get down and dirty with the best of them.

If Trace and Kale wanted a fight, they were going to get one.

Rick tossed one of the elbow padds to Carter. "Come on Rick. Are you sure we want to go this route?"

Rick nodded. "They started it. They jumped us. Now we fight fire with fire. Come on they used a damn ball bat on us."

Reluctantly Carter nodded. He pulled the loaded elbow padd on. He could not wait to ram it into Trace or Kale's face. Carter was pissed enough to ram the padded elbow to Trace of Kale's throat.

Sean and Jeff stood back watching. They knew Rick and Carter were justified. They had taken a good hard beating. Someone was now going to pay for that ambush. Jeff and Sean vowed to be ring side to stop any outside interference.

Carter and Rick still had twenty minutes before their match. Both of the teens decided to lie down and recoup their strength. They knew they were going to need it.

Sean went to get one of the TW medics. He wanted to make sure his friends were not fighting with busted ribs. Sean knew first hand how much damage a baseball bat could do to someone's abdominal muscles or ribs.

The medic checked the Champs over and found nothing broken. Carter and Rick were bruised but nothing more. But still the medic thought it was better to call the match.

The medic notified the TW Chairs. The three chairs came to the locker room and asked Rick and Carter if they wanted to call the match.

Both tough teens said no. The chairs would have suspended the culprits but they had no idea who they were.

Carter and Rick were surprised by how quickly the twenty minutes flew by. When the time for the match arrived they were still hurting. They both knew a couple good solid shots to their abs and they would be in trouble.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN OUR NEXT MATCH IS A NON-TITLE TAG TEAM MATCH. FIRST MAKING THEIR WAY TO THE RING AT A COMBINED WEIGHT OF 475 POUNDS ARE TRACE AND KALE."

Trace and Kale bound to the ring in matching blue speedoes. Their hard muscular bodies looked fit and strong. They ripped their taunt hard abs and flexed their big bulging biceps. They looked ready to but a whipping on the tag Champs,

"NOW INTRODUCING THE CURRENT TW TAG TEAM CHAMPS. THEY WEIGHED IN AT A COMBINED WEIGHT OF 315 POUNDS. HERE ARE CARTER AND RICK"

"THIS IS A ONE FALL NO TIME LIMIT MATCH."

As Carter and Rick were introduced the two black clad teens entered the arena and stood in the back. They wanted to see the results of their handy work.

The young ladies were on their feet as the two pretty boys headed to the ring.

The cheers soon stopped as the audience noticed Carter and Rick's slow approach to the ring. They could see the recently formed bruises on their stomach.

Carter and Rick noticed the look that passed between Kale and Trace. They had no doubt they had been set up.Kale and Trace took note of the elbow padds. They had no doubt they were loaded, but they did not care. Rick and Carter would never get the opportunity to use them.

Kale and Trace planned on assaulting the pretty boy's abs. If their henchmen had done their jobs properly, Carter and Rick would get one brutal ass whipping.

The referee called all four wrestlers to the center of the ring. He gave them their instructions.

Carter and Rick's eyes bore into Kale and Trace. They were damn angry and they wanted to extract some hard ass payback.

The four teens backed to their corners. They did not turn their backs. Their eyes bore into each other. This was not going to be a wrestling match, it was going to be a brawl.

Rick and Carter were ready to fight.

Carter was set to start against Kale.

The bell sounded and the two hard muscled teens moved towards each other and locked up.

Kale went for a knee lift but Carter blocked. He slammed his elbow to Kale's chest. Kale backed up as he felt the hard shot.

Carter smiled. He moved towards Kale. The two teens locked up again and Carter managed to bull Kale to the corner. He glanced at the ref and shot his knee to Kale's balls. Kale grunted and doubled forward. Carter quickly brought the loaded elbow to the back of Kale's head. Kale dropped to his knees.

Carter quickly gripped Kale's head and flipped him to the center of the ring. He hit the ropes and went for an elbow drop. Kale rolled clear and Carter hit nothing but mat.

Both teens were on their feet quickly.

Carter and Kale circled.

Kale moved forward and Carter landed a standing drop kick. Kale flailed back towards Rick. Rick slammed his elbow to Kale's lower back. Kale grunted and dropped to his knees.

Carter landed a hard kick to Kale's chest. He then drug Kale to his feet and locked on a full nelson. He tagged Rick.

As he held Kale's arms locked Carter leaned close and whispered in Kale's ear, "Next time make sure we are out. Now its payback time, boy."

Rick stepped through the ropes and drove his elbow hard to Kale's stomach. Rick followed with a second and third elbow to Kale's wide-open gut. Carter released the full nelson. Kale was winded as Rick whipped him to the ropes. Rick knelt down and again drove his loaded elbow to Kale's lower belly. Kale whished out his air and dropped to his knees.

Rick stood and attempted to fire a kick to Kale's chest. Kale caught the foot and flipped Rick to the mat. Kale stood and landed a hard stomp to Rick's gut. Rick grunted loudly as his bruised abs took the hard shot.

Kale stomped the hurting teen again. Kale was still winded, but he needed to get Rick over to Trace.

Rick rolled to avoid a third stomp. He rolled towards Trace.

Carter started through the ropes but the ref headed him off. Trace was through the ropes quickly. He lifted Rick and shoved him to the corner. He unloaded with three hard closed fists to Rick's battered gut. Rick sagged in the corner.

Carter was livid as Trace worked Rick over. Kale slowly made his way to the corner. They each gripped one of Rick's arms and whipped him to the ropes. As Rick shot back Kale and Trace drove a double punch to Rick's weakened abs. Rick fell to his knees hugging his stomach.

Carter tried again to get around the ref. As he did he watched as Kale and Trace double gutbusted his partner and cousin. Rick rolled around on the mat clutching his stomach. Carter knew Rick was in big trouble.

Rick could not believe he was this sore. But the parking lot beating his severely weakened his abs. He was feeling each and every blow from these two big heavy weights.

Rick was gasping for breath. He felt Kale and Trace lift him again. They each gripped an arm and drove a double knee lift to his vulnerable stomach. Rick yelled out in pain as the big knees tore into his gut.

They let Rick dropped helplessly to the canvas. Kale stepped out of the ring and let Trace take over.

The young girls in the audience were cheering the Pretty boys on.

Rick felt Trace lifting him up. In desperation Rick slammed his fist to Trace's groin. Trace's legs buckled from the groin shot. He released Rick and stumbled to a neutral corner. Rick rolled towards Carter. He needed to tag out.

Trace saw the tag and in spite of the pain lunged for Rick.

Rick was just about to make the tag when he felt someone grab his legs. He lunged and his fingers just missed Carter's out stretched hand.

Carter swore as the tag was missed.

Trace maintained his grip on Rick's leg. He rolled Rick to his back and relentlessly stomped his gut. Rick was moaning in pain as Kales hard stomped beat the fight out of him. Rick wanted to scream out his submission. He could not breathe as he felt his abs cave in completely.

No one had ever caved in Rick's powerful abs.

In the back of the arena two black clad figures stood. They cheered loudly with each stomp delivered to Rick's battered abs.

Trace finally ceased hid relentless assault on Rick. He lifted the dazed and winded Champ to his feet. He walked him over to Kale.

The ref wanted to stop the match. He could plainly see Rick was out on his feet.

Carter had seen enough. He charged through the ropes and slammed his elbow hard to Trace's head.

Trace released Rick and fell to his knees. Carter's loaded elbow had stunned him.

Carter went to drag Rick to his corner. As he did Kale slipped through the ropes. He gripped Carter around the waist and atomic dropped him. Carter's abs screamed as the pain radiated through his torso.

Kale turned Carter around and slammed his knee deep into his belly.

Carter doubled over. Kale hooked his waist and maneuvered him around and power bombed him to the mat. Carter hit hard. Kale landed a double knee drop to Carter's bruised abs. Carter yelled out as his abs took another hard beating. Carter started to wheezed at the 240 pound Kale landed full weight on his tenderized abdominals.

Rick was still down. Trace was still dazed.

Kale bent down and lifted Carter from the mat. He dropped Carter over his extended knee gut first. Carter grunted loudly as his abs now gave way. The vicious beating before the match had done its job.

Carter and Rick were both down and clutching their once powerful midsections.

Trace was back up. He gripped Rick by the nape of the neck and flung him to the corner. Kale did the same thing with Carter. The two biggest tag team teens in TW moved in on their winded and sagging victims. Kale and Trace started unloading brutally hard closed fists to the tag team champs weakened guts. Both Rick and Carter were almost out of it. Both were gasping for breath as the wind was beaten from them.

Neither Carter or Rick could flex their abs. Kale and Trace's blows were digging in deeply. Their abs no longer offered any resistance. Kale and trace knew they had the Pretty Boys beaten, but they continued to demolish their abs. Kale and trace smiled deviously as their rock hard fists tore into Rick and Carter's now defenseless guts.

The referee wanted to call for the bell. He could not let this squash job continue. He could see Carter and Rick were out on their feet. Trace and Kale were not backing off. Their big hard fists kept pummeling the beaten pretty boy's guts. Carter and Rick were barely conscious as they got the shit pounded out of them.

The audience was booing loudly. Ryan and Lucien who were sitting in the third row, egged Kale and Trace on.

The ref was torn. He knew what was right, but he was enjoying the big boys showing their power to the tag team champs.

Finally Trace and Kale stepped away from the pretty boys. Carter and Rick crumbled in a heap in opposite corners. Trace and Kale gripped their defeated victims and tossed them to the center of the ring. They rolled the beaten champs to their stomachs and locked on double camel clutch sleeper hold combinations.

 The two black clad spectators moved towards the ring. They wanted to hear the Pretty Boys scream out their submissions.

Carter and Rick tried to take the powerfully applied double submission holds, but their bodies had taken a sever beating. Neither teen could withstand the pain that now racked their once hard muscled bodies.

Carter cried out, "Oh God I quit, please stop."

The ref ignored his pleas. He was not the legal man in the ring.

Kale continued to apply his sleeper and finally Carter fell to the mat unconscious.

Rick knew Carter was out. He wondered if he was going to be taken out or released for some more brutal double teaming. His fears soon abated as his world went black. The ref raised Rick's hand three times. It fell limply to the mat each time. The tag team champs were out.

He turned to call for the bell as the two black clad, masked and hooded teens entered the ring and charged Trace and Kale.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN WINNERS OF THE MATCH WITH A DOUBLE SUBMISSION ARE TRACE AND KALE."

The audience was on their feet as the two strangers entered the ring. So were Ryan and Lucien.

Sean and Jeff had also moved close to the ring. They had wanted to charge in and help their friends but they knew the rules. They watched as Trace and Kale stood to meet the advancing teens.

Jeff and Sean could not believe the brutal beating Rick and Carter had just taken. They watched as their two friends lie on the mat. Their chests were heaving as they struggled to breathe.

The two black clad figures stopped beside Rick and Carter and admired the job Trace and Kale had done on the champs.

Jeff and Sean watched the two black clad teens. They knew if they started in on Rick and Carter they would rush the ring. ENOUGH was ENOUGH.

Trace and Kale watched as the two teens looked at them. The four teens exchanged high fives.

The audience was stunned as they watched the action in the ring. All eyes wondered who these two mean looking teens were.

Trace and Kale reached out and shook hands with the two teens and thanked them for the job they had done in the parking lot. Jeff and Sean were close enough to hear the conversation transpiring in the ring.

They watched stunned as Kale and Trace hoisted the teens to their shoulders. Trace grabbed the mike.

"So much for the current Tag Team Champs. They are nothing. This is only the beginning. Next time we face them it will be for the titles."

Kale took the mike next. "Now for our next bit of news. We would like to introduce you to TW's newest heels. They go by the name of ""The OUTLAWS""

Ryan and Lucien were making their way to the ring as well.

The two black clad boys slowly removed their masks and hoods. The audience was stunned to see the former tag team champs perched on the HWH tag team's shoulders.

Sean and Jeff were stunned. They could not believe these two guys would align themselves with Kale and Trace.

The uproar that shot through the arena was ear shattering. As the boos got louder Trace and Kale left the ring and headed to the locker room with CORWIN and DREW perched on their massive shoulders.

The audience as well as quite a few wrestlers were stunned.

Joey and Patrick wondered how their friends could have sunk this low.

As the HWH and the former tag team chumps cleared the ring, Jeff and Sean made their way to Carter and Rick's side. Jeff was stunned by how badly bruised Rick and Carter's torsos were.

Jeff and Sean's eyes bore into Corwin and Drew. They vowed to get even for this Pearl Harbor attack on their friends.

Jeff wondered if HB and Kane had been right about Corwin and Drew all along.

Joey and Patrick joined Sean and Jeff in the ring and the four boys assisted the Tag team Champs out fo the ring and to the locker room.

Once in the locker room Trace and Kale congratulated Corwin and Drew on a job well done. They had crushed Rick and Carter thanks to their beating in the parking lot.

Corwin smirked. "Well its time for TW to experience the new pretty boy tag team."

Drew grinned. "Yeah, screw the titles. Now we just want to crush the other teams. Once you guys are the champs your reign will be long. We will eliminate the competition."

Corwin, Drew, Kale and Trace exchanged high fives. Ryan and Lucien moved close and welcomed their two newest members.

As the six teens stood together, Corwin and Drew's mind was on settling another score. Next on their list was Doug. Doug had unmercifully destroyed Dean, for that he would pay. It was time for a new brand of Justice to hit TW.

""OUTLAW STYLE JUSTICE""