jimsub81 LW Title Match Phillip vs Wesley

Jacoby was fuming when he heard the news that he would not get a shot at the LW title jacket. Getting a chance at the title was the primary reason he joined the Posse in the first place. The irritating little Posse leader Kevin did have a plan and explained it to the Jacoby who stood with arms crossed and tight lipped. "Listen Jacoby you WILL get a shot at the title I promise but you need to wait. First, I don't allow Posse members to fight inside the ring or out so you see you can't face Phillip." Jacoby exploded, "Well then if he stays the champ I'll never get a chance to fight him so why should I stay aligned with you Kevin?" Kevin patted Jacoby's shoulder and told him to relax. "Listen Jacoby, I like Phillip. He's a good Posse member. He's loyal, but he's not the way of the future. I don't see Phillip holding that title much longer. The league wants Wesley or Willy to be the next contender. Phillip is tough, strong for his size and pretty good technically but I don't see him beating either of those two muscleboys." Jacoby seemed intrigued as Kevin went on, "so if Phillip loses to one of them I know I can set up a title match for you! You Jacoby, you are the way of the future. I see you holding the LW title for a long time. Just watch your weight. You're right on the edge now." Jacoby relaxed a little and said, "You sure you can arrange it so I get a shot?" Kevin saw he had got through to the tough lightweight and said, "Absolutely Jacoby, absolutely. Then, I see Taylor beating that rat Martin for the middleweight title, Corwin and Drew have as good a chance as ever to regain the tag team title and now with Steve on board, and with Rusty raising his game up a notch I think the heavyweight title is not far off. All four titles will be held by Posse in short order I just know it!" Jacoby agreed. Kevin then went to find his buddy Phillip.

Phillip was benching as Rusty spotted for him. "Take five Rusty", said Kevin, "I need a word with Phillip here." When Rusty was gone Kevin said, "You know Phillip the league wants Wesley or Willy to be the next in line for your title." Phillip knew that to be true but didn't seem too concerned and said, "Yeah, gonna be tough either way but I think I can handle em." Kevin looked into Phillip's eyes and saw that the boy actually believed he could win. Kevin said, "Phillip I think I can arrange it so you can pick which one you want to face." Phillip asked for advice on the choice. "Well", said Kevin, "You're my friend and all and I hate to say this but the only way I see you beating either Wes or Willy is by getting down and dirty if you know what I mean?" Phillip knew exactly what he meant. He was never one to use a lot of dirty tactics but if it meant keeping his precious jacket he would do whatever he had to. Kevin went on, "So with that in mind if you use a low blow on Willy I see him giving it back to you ten times as bad. Wesley on the other hand is still a Mr. Goodytwoshoes so Even though his stronger I think he's your choice." Phillip nodded and agreed. "Ok", said Kevin, "I'll make the arrangements. You face Wesley for the next title defense." Phillip looked dejected in Kevin's lack of confidence in his ability. Kevin saw it and said, "Listen Phillip. I like you and you're a good wrestler. Don't ever forget that. You can beat this guy. We just need to work on your moves." Phillip smiled as Kevin walked away think that the kid didn't stand a chance.

The night of the event Wesley stood with his best friend Willy who rubbed down his shoulders. Willy was dejected it was not himself getting the title shot but he was happy for his friend nonetheless. Wesley was bouncing he was so excited. He was confident he could handle Phillip. Dane and Patrick were nearby too. Patrick said, "Just watch out for the cheap shots. The Posse sure as hell is not below using them." Dane and Willy agreed and Wesley promised to be careful. As quite and Clark Kentish as Wesley was he really did have the ambition to be a champion. He had built the best body in the league at age 14 but still he heard the snickers about him being a nerd. Maybe once he held the championship title the laughter would stop.

"Our next bout is for the Lightweight Championship title! First, the challenger standing 5 feet 8 inches tall and weighing in at 148 pounds...WESLEY!" Wesley was very popular with the fans. The cheered loudly as he took the ring. He did a quick pose to show off his great physique and blushed a little as he did it. Wes was not a born showman. "And, now the reigning TW Lightweight Champion...standing 5 feet 7 inches tall and weighing in at 140 pounds...PHILLIP!" The crowd booed Phillp as they did all Posse members. He had shown his ability to win many times but the Posse association brought with it a heavy price, fan hatred.

The two squared off. Phillip had a strong looking body with a sturdy look to him. He had a broad chest and a thick abdomen that still had bit of pudginess of baby fat to it. But Phillip was strong and ready. Wesley's awesome build impressed everyone, even Phillip who hoped one day to look like that. Wes had firm hard pecs and a solid 6- pack that was well on its way to being an eight. The bell rang and the title fight was on...

They came out for a lock up but it never happened. Phillip resorted to the low blow right away as per Kevin's instructions. He jabbed a thumb to Wesley's throat and had the muscleboy gagging and gripping his throat.

The referee missed the jab but Wesley's friends Dane, Cody, Willy, Joey and Patrick didn't and they yelled to the referee to look for the cheap shots.

Phillip moved in behind Wes and drilled a punch to the kidney area making him grunt as a sharp pain went through his body. Phillip Then sent a kick to the side of Wesley's ribs. He grabbed Wesley in a side head lock and went running toward a turnbuckle to drive the top of the head into it. Wesley saw the corner fast approaching and reached out with both arms and grabbed the top ropes putting the breaks on the move. Phillip tried to force Wesley's head to the corner anyway but there was no dislodging Wes's strong arms. Wesley let go with his right and grabbed the back of Phillip's head and slammed his into the turnbuckle instead!

The audience cheered as Wes took control and rammed Phillip's head ten times into the turnbuckle with the crowd counting of the blows. After number ten Wes stood back. Phillip turned and looked quite groggy he fell face first to the mats with a thump.

Wesley scooped up the dazed kid and body slammed him. He pulled him up again and whipped him to the ropes. As Phillip rebounded Wesley powered him up and over in an over the back body drop. Phillip was actually airborne for a moment before his back crashed the mats shaking the ring. He sat up holding his back with a look of pain on his face.

Wesley Knelt down behind him pressing his chest into Phillip's back he slapped on a sleeper hold. Wesley wanted to get the match over with as he squeezed he could feel Phillip going out. This looked as if it was going to be the shortest title match ever.

Plillip knew he was in a bad way and knew he was close to losing the match before it really got started. He felt back, and with the last of his waning conciseness, he raked Wesley's eyes making him break the hold. The referee warned Phillip as Wes rolled over holding his face. Phillip staggered to the ropes. He needed to recover from the sleeper. Wesley was to his feet and came at him blinking and rubbing his eyes as he did. Phillip leaned back on the ropes and shot bout feet out nailing Wesley's ripped chest knocking him back but not down. Phillip ducked out to the floor for a brief rest, the crowd booing him as he did.

The referee was nearing his count. Phillip looked in and saw the well built boy waiting for him and the "Nerdboy" looked severely pissed off! Phillip stepped back into the ring moving like he was walking toward a firing squad! Wesley was indeed mad over the eye rake. He charged Phillip who raised an arm in defense. Wes shoved it out of the way and slammed a muscle powered fist to Phillip's pudgy belly. Phillip doubled over immediately but Wesley straightened him up again to plow another series of heavy blasts to Phillip's stomach. The same shots that had the incredibly tough HW Doug almost submit were now slamming Phillip lifting him off the mat with each hit! At last Wes pulled back and Phillip went forward to his hands and knees sucking down deep gasps of air. Wesley had hurt him bad and his mind scrambled for a way out of his predicament.

He didn't have long to wait because Wesley was picking him up and crotch slammed him hard. Wes dropped a full body weight knee to the abs then yanked Phillip up by the hair. He spun him into the ropes catching him in a power bomb and slammed the Champ chest first to the mats. Still pissed over the eye rake Wesley speared the kidney area with a massive punch that made Phillip cry out. Wes rolled him over and hoisted him up by the hair again. Phillip , in desperation, shot a jab to Wesley's crotch. The muscleboy bent over as his breath was taken away by the pain. Phillip rammed a forearm to the side of the head and Wes staggered off to his side till he fell against the ropes.

Phillip knew he had a small window to hurt the muscleteen. He lunged landing a kick to Wesley's ripped chest. It seemed to have no effect. But after Phillip slammed three more kicks; two to the chest and one to the stomach it did seem to have an affect. It was making Wesley even more angry. Wes turned on Phillip like an enraged tiger. Philip had raked his eyes, jabbed his throat and punched his balls. Wes had never been so furious at anyone before. What made it worse was he had sort of liked Phillip, even respected him but Phillip had cheap shotted him three times and Wes could not stomach that.

Phillip swung another kick at Wesley that Wes simply caught and heaved up as high and hard as he could. Phillip thought he was being ripped in half at the groin as he was sent toppling over to his side. Wesley grabbed both feet and spread them wide. He stomped down hard on Phillip's already hurting gut then took a leg and turned him over to his belly. Wesley maintained control of the leg holding it by the ankle twisting it all the while. Phillip screamed out in agony but not in submission.

The normally demure Wesley had a look of pure fury and determination as he took a seat right on Phillip's ass and gave the boy's leg a huge twist. Phillip screamed out and pounded the mats with his fists. He was in position to get a shot off to dislodge Wesley and the muscleboy leaned back pulling Phillip's leg and gave yet another twist of pressure. Phillip had tears running down his face as he could take no more and cried out his submission. The bell was sounded.

"Here is your winner and NEW TW Lightweight Champion...WESLEY!" The crowd erupted with pleasure as they loved Wesley. He stood and raised his arms. Willy and the rest of his friends came in to congratulate him. Dane, wearing his HW title jacket, said, "Feels nice don't it?", as Wesley slipped the jacket on for the first time. He was all smiles. In the back of the arena Jacoby was smiling too. Now he would get a shot at the title. It would be against a tougher competitor than Phillip but Jacoby didn't care. He was confident he could best Wesley.

Phillip slipped out of the ring still crying both from pain and at extreme disappointment. Kevin came over and patted his shoulders saying, "Come on Phillip, cheer up. You can't win em all! You had a respectable run as Champion. Lets go get you cleaned up then we'll have Posse night on the town!" Phillip wondered why Kevin didn't seem upset over him losing the title match. Kevin was as confident as Jacoby that Wesley's reign as LW Champ would be a short one! But for the moment the night belonged to the strong, well built Wesley. He and his friends were in for a night of celebrating too!