punk_wrestler2000 MW: Curtis Vs Ben

Ben was another teen who had been in TW for a while and not had a match. He came to the arena all the time and worked out, but no one had ever challenged him. Ben was a good-looking, well-built muscleboy.

His physique could almost be considered intimidating. Ben was 18, stood 5'9 and weighed 175 pounds. Like Taylor he could be considered a BEAST. Ben had hard taunt abdominals and bulging 17 1/2" python like arms.

Ben as usual was working out when Hilario entered the weight room sporting the MW title jacket. Ben was in shock. This tough kid had gone out and in his first TW match defeated one of the toughest guys in the division.

Ben wondered what that feeling must be like. He decided the time had come to stop waiting for guys to challenge him. He knew if he wanted matches he had to be the one to challenge them.

As he headed to the Commissioner's office Curtis bumped into him.

Ben looked up and nodded a greeting. Curtis shoved Ben hard against the wall.

"Watch where you're going, BOY." Curtis said with his cocky demeanor.

Ben, who was usually quiet and subdued shoved the taller teen back, hard. "Don't shove me again, loser." Ben said quietly.

Curtis was astounded by the force of Ben's powerful shove. Curtis could not see Ben's physique under his baggy shirt.

Curtis moved towards Ben fists clenched. No one shoved him around.

Ben quickly held up his hands. He did not want to brawl in the hallway. "Hey dude let's settle this in the ring." Ben said quietly.

Curtis took Ben's soft spoken demeanor as fear. Curtis smiled thinking he could notch and easy win taking this kid on. Curtis needed a win,

"All right. I'll take you on in the ring. I need an easy match." Curtis said cockily.

Ben nodded. The two teens walked the rest of the way to the office and got the match signed.

Curtis was pumped up as he thought about squashing the smaller boy. He figured he could make a mockery out of Ben. The smaller teen had back right down when confronted.

Curtis was going to make Ben pay for his first match and loss to the muscleboy, Rob.

Ben, on the other hand was poised and confident as he sat in the locker room with Wes, Willy and Zack.

Like his three buddies, Ben was a muscleboy. But Ben, like Wes, looked like a geek when he was clad in street clothes.

Bastian poked his head in the door and wished Ben luck. Bastian then glanced at Zack, made a come on motion and said. "Later, BOY."

Zack grinned at his buddy. "You got it, Blondie."

Wes told Ben to head to the ring with his baggy shirt. He told him Curtis would shit when Ben stripped off his shirt and revealed his powerful upper body. Willy and Wes both grinned as the remembered the look on Travis's face when Wesley had pulled this stunt. Travis had looked like he was going to forfeit the match.

Willy quickly filled in the details of that match and Wes's victory over the MW.

Ben smiled. He liked the idea. He knew Curtis already thought him a wimp, something that could not be further from the truth.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN OUT NEXT MATCH IS A MW MATCH. FIRST MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING WEIGHING 168 POUNDS AND STANDING 5'11" TALL IS CURTIS."

Curtis got a mild reception. Most recalled his debut squash by Rob.

Curtis strode to ring with his traditional wrestling garb. He was clad in white trunks that went well with his highly tanned torso. He also sported a white ball cap that he wore backwards on his head.

Curtis had a good body, but a soft gut. It was clear his abs could use some work.

Curtis leapt over the top rope and posed in the center of the ring.

"AND HIS OPPONENT FOR THIS MATCH WEIGHS IN AT 175 POUNDS AND STANDS 5'9" TALL HE IS BEN."

The audience turned as the unknown wrestler made his way to the ring. Ben walked down the aisle slowly. He was clad in black speedoes and a baggy blue shirt.

Ben stepped over the ropes nonchalantly.

He and Curtis locked eyes and Curtis promptly said. "Going to squash your ass, wimp."

Ben said nothing. He moved to his corner and slowly peeled the baggy shirt from his torso.

Curtis took a sudden deep breath as he saw the ruggedly built teen that he was now facing.

Ben's abs were a ripped six pack, his biceps bulged with raw power. Curtis felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.

The young ladies started to cheer loudly and make catcalls as Ben removed his shirt.

There was no doubt about it this teen was built.

Curtis knew if he were to stand a chance he would have to strike hard, fast and below the belt. These tactics had worked well against Rob. He was sure they work against Ben.

The bell sounded and the two teens locked together in a collar and elbow hook up. Curtis knew he was going to be out muscled quickly. He decided to get down and dirty right from the get go.

With cat like reflexes Curtis drove to hard knees to Ben's groin. Ben whished out his air and staggered to the ropes.

Curtis charged and drove the flat of his foot hard into Ben's ripped stomach. Ben grunted and dropped to his knees.

Curtis did not wait. He drug Ben back to his feet and whipped the muscleboy across the ring. Curtis again went low and drove a hard fist to Ben's balls.

Ben dropped to the mat and curled up. His hands were on his balls as he moaned in pain.

The ref had seen this low blow and backed Curtis away from the hurting Ben.

The ref told Curtis to keep his blows above the waist line.

Curtis shrugged and moved in on the aching muscleboy.

Ben had made his way to the corner and was pulling himself to his feet. He was pissed to think this kid would use low blows.

Ben took a few deep breaths and stepped out to meet Curtis.

Curtis knew Ben was pissed. He circled wearily with the muscleteen.

Curtis then backed to the ropes and charged Ben. He nailed Ben with a perfect cross body block.

Ben did not go down. Instead he caught Curtis in his python like arms.

Curtis was incredulous as he felt Ben maneuver him around and back break him over his knee.

Ben let Curtis roll to the mat. Ben quickly hit the ropes and dropped an elbow to Curtis's chest.

Curtis grunted out loud as he felt the powerful elbow compress his chest.

Ben stood and sent two hard stomps to Curtis's soft midsection.

Ben drug the teen to his feet and whipped him back first to the ropes. As Curtis recoiled, Ben caught him and power slammed him to the mat.

Curtis's body buckled under the force of the blow. Ben stood quickly and again drug Curtis to his feet.

Ben lifted the teen for a crotch slam. As Ben was bringing Curtis up, Curtis shot a thumb to his throat.

Ben gagged and dropped the teen to the mat.

Curtis shot to his feet. He bulled Ben to the corner. Curtis shot another thumb to the muscleteen's throat then raked his eyes.

Curtis then stood back and sent a knee to Ben's groin.

The audience booed the tactics of Curtis loudly.

Wes, Willy and Zack were getting irate as Curtis used every dirty trick in the book to take it to Ben. What's more the referee allowed the low blows and said nothing.

Ben was gasping for air as he sagged in the corner. He looked up at Curtis through watering eyes.

Curtis grinned at the muscleboy. Ben started to climb to his feet and Curtis moved in and dug two knee lifts to his stomach. Ben grunted and fell down to his butt.

Curtis did not hesitate. He drove stomp after stomp to Ben's chest and gut.

Ben was driven flat to his back as Curtis stomped him down to the mat.

The ref finally pulled Curtis away from Ben. Ben rolled under the bottom rope and to the arena floor. He needed a breather.

Curtis followed Ben outside the ring. He gripped the muscleboy bu the nape of the neck and rammed his head hard to the ring apron. Ben saw stars. Curtis rammed his head to the apron again, then ducked back into the ring.

Ben was down on one knee as he tried to clear the cobwebs.

The audience booed loudly. Curtis did not care. He strutted around the ring and posed.

He was going to squash this muscleboy.

Ben listened to the ref's count as he collected his senses. He needed to mount an attack. He needed to get back on his game plan.

Ben started to climb back into the ring. Curtis moved quickly and reached down to grab Ben by the hair and assist him back in. Ben was ready. He grabbed Curtis around the head and throat dropped him over the top rope.

The audience cheered loudly as Ben used an illegal tactic.

Curtis fell back to the mat gasping for breath. Ben climbed back into the ring and moved in on his opponent.

Ben delivered a hard stomp low to Curtis's belly. Curtis yowled and curled up. Ben then dropped a hard fist to his kidney. Curtis withered in agony.

Ben backed off.

He gave Curtis a chance to stand to his feet. Ben stalked his prey.

Curtis stood and turned to face Ben. Ben was ready and launched a flying drop kick at Curtis.

Ben's aim was true and caught the teen in the chest. Curtis fell back to the corner. Ben waded in with his fists clenched.

Ben drove four power punches hard into Curtis's soft gut. Curtis wheezed as he felt the steel like fists crushing his abs.

As Curtis doubled Ben locked him in a headlock. Ben turned away from the ref and drove a fist to Curtis's face.

Curtis yelled out and Ben sent another fist to his face. Ben was pissed.

Ben maneuvered Curtis into a hammerlock and forced him to his knees. He then used his hammerlock to control the larger teen. Ben rolled Curtis to his side, but maintained the hammerlock. Ben drove knee after knee to Curtis's exposed gut.

Curtis cried out in pain as Ben's rock hard knees tore into his stomach. Curtis tried to pull his arm free, but Ben wrenched it further up his back and drilled his soft stomach.

Ben finally released the hammerlock and rolled Curtis to his back. Ben placed a knee on Curtis's chest and another on his legs. Ben laced his hands together and hammered three sledge hammer blows to Curtis's battered gut.

Curtis was panting as Ben beat the shot out of him.

Ben stood and drug Curtis to his feet. He whipped the teen to the ropes. As Curtis rebounded Ben locked him in an abdominal stretch.

Curtis screamed out in pain as his abs bore the brunt of the attack.

Ben grinned uncontrollably. "Submit, weakling."

Curtis shook his head and raised his hand. He was going for another eye rake.

Ben sensed what was coming. He lifted Curtis and gutbusted him over his knees.

Curtis rolled around the ring clutching his stomach.

Ben moved quickly. It was time to end this charade.

He gripped Curtis by the nape of the next and pulled him from the mat. He quickly lifted Curtis into a slam position. Ben the showed off his muscle power as he pressed Curtis over his head four times.

On the final press Ben turned the move into a torture rack submission.

Before Curtis could submit, Ben fell backwards to the mat. His shoulders and head dug deep into Curtis's aching torso.

Ben once again drug the beaten teen to his feet. He shoved Curtis to the ropes chest first. Ben squatted down and lifted Curtis into an over the shoulder back breaker.

Curtis had tears streaming down his face as he tried to endure the painful submission hold.

Ben bounced up and down on his feet.

Curtis screamed out. "I submit."

Ben dropped Curtis to the mat.

Ben then dropped down on the battered and beaten teen in a schoolboy pin. "Don't ever bust my balls or low blow me again." Ben said quietly.

Curtis said nothing. Ben stood to his feet and the ref raised his hand in victory.

Wes, Willy and Zack ran to the ring to congratulate their buddy.

Ben was slightly sore. He was not used to having his balls broke during a wrestling match. Curtis had learned the easiest way to rattle the tough MW was to attempt to cheat.

Curtis scooted under the bottom rope and made his way to the locker room.

As he entered he was confronted by Kevin, Phillip and Rusty.

Curtis had a feeling why they were here. He knew Kevin liked his tactics.

Kevin ushered Curtis over to the Posse's locker room. He had another deal to make.