jimsub81 HW Match: Rusty vs Jake.

It had been several weeks since the ten teen tag match that became known as the "Night of Destruction". The team captained by Rusty had emerged victorious but Rusty still harbored a grudge against the "special referee," fellow heavyweight Jake. Rusty believed that Jake showed favoritism to the opposing team and had tried to influence the match in the opposition's favor. As Rusty entered the locker room Jake was changing back into his street clothes and was talking to his friend, middleweight Booker. Jake had not talked to Booker since the MW had the tough loss to Luke. Jake tried to cheer up Booker who was still upset his winning streak had come to an abrupt end. Rusty could not resist giving Jake a dig, "Yeah Booker, too bad Jake there was not the referee. He'd have made sure you would have won!"

Rusty had been needling him about his refereeing job off and on ever since the match. He had had enough and now and turned on Rusty, "Listen man! If I wanted your team to lose so bad how come you wound up winning the fricking match anyway? You're so full of shit Rusty! Maybe someone needs to knock some of it out of you!" Rusty was not intimidated in the least by Jake and got right in his face saying, "Nothing would make me happier than to see you try and take me! The only way you could ever beat me is if there was a biased referee...Oh wait, you can't wrestle and ref at the same time!" Jake grew furious at the verbal jab. He lunged at Rusty. Rusty countered with a well placed judo jab that stopped Jake's advance. Booker came in behind Jake and held his friend from further combat saying, "Save it for the ring man, then clean his clock!" Rusty and Jake made eye contact and for a good 30 seconds locked each other in a cold staredown. Neither flinched. Jake said at last, "We'll settle this in the ring jerk!" Rusty flipped him off as Jake exited.

The arena was buzzing as the crowd was waiting in eager anticipation of a major tag team rematch. But before that event was to take place Rusty and Jake's heavyweight bout was scheduled. It was no secret the two well put together heavyweights didn't like each other. The match promised to be a hard fought one and the crowd hoped it would be a good "appetizer" as they waited for the coming tag team rematch that was to be the main event of the evening.

"Our next event is a Heavyweight match. First, standing 6 feet 1 inch tall and weighing in at 225 pounds...JAKE!" Jake entered to a loud and friendly reception. He was a fan favorite. As he took the ring all could see his well developed body. He was laden with toned muscle mass. He sported perhaps the best set of pectorals in all of TW. He waved to his fans as well as his friends Roby, Zack, Booker and Timon in the stands. "And, his opponent, Standing 6 feet 2 inches tall and weighing in at 206 pounds... RUSTY!" The biggest gun of the Posse entered to what was expected, a ton of boos and jeering. Rusty was used to it by now and he seemed not to even hear it. His eyes were locked on Jake as Jake's were on him. Rusty had been withholding his rage at Jake for some time now. But the encounter in the locker room had caused all of those repressed feelings to come flooding back. Rusty's blood boiled as he got into the ring and faced off with Jake.

The two boys in the ring were unquestionably two of the best built in TW. Rusty had an awesome washboard stomach and showed not a trace of body fat. Neither did Jake who's muscle were slightly larger. But Rusty's judo skills and his surging wrestling ability seemed to more than even things out. The bell rang...

Both expected the other to come out swinging. Both were right. The two muscle laden teens came out and immediately teed off on each other. Hard slaps, punches and jabs made loud smacking sounds as they connected against solid muscle. Rusty was taking massive fists to the gut that his ripped abs repelled. Jake was enduring wickedly hard judo jabs and chops that were smashing into his bulging pecs. Jake then reared back and sent a crushing fist to Rusty's gut that dug through the tough muscle. Rusty doubled forward just a bit. He was hurt but was far from out of it. He lunged forward and rammed his broad shoulder into Jake driving him to the ropes.

Jake was not expecting an attack like this after just hurting Rusty. But as Rusty powered him into the ropes he wrapped both his long arm around Jake's torso. As they recoiled off the cords Rusty lifted and turned Jake around taking him down in a belly to belly suplex. Jake slammed hard and Rusty's 206 pounds of dead weight smashed right on top of him. Jake was winded a bit and Rusty got up and gave Jake's upper abdomen a vicious stomp. Jake hugged his middle as Rusty planted a boot to the side of his head. With a fistful of Jake's hair for leverage Rusty hauled his opponent to his feet. Rusty ripped heavy knee up into the stomach and double him over. A hard upper cutting chop across the pecs stood Jake up again. But he was not erect for long because a standing clothesline across the chest dropped him flat.

Rusty dropped down with an elbow to those same hard pectorals. Jake groaned as Rusty was taking it to him hard. Rusty pulled him up again and Irish whipped him to the ropes. Jake landed back first and hard! Rusty was pumping with energy and excitement. He rushed and aimed his shoulder at Jake's upper abs again. Jake more fell than dodged Rusty as the judo expert rammed his own shoulder into the ring post. Rusty's body jerked with pain as pain shot down his arm. He fell on his side to the canvas gripping his right shoulder.

Jake was still dazed from Rusty's assault but knew he had to take advantage of the injured Rusty while he had the chance. Jake powered a heavy kick that bisected Rusty's 8-pack abs. Rusty's shoulder was still aching but now he had to worry about his abs too as Jake sunk his boot point into them a second time. Rusty grunted out a sound of pain. Jake was still not up to full battle readiness but launched another kick. Rusty caught the foot just before it connected. He gave the ankle a hard twist and Jake was forced to spin. He fell over and Rusty got up. He rubbed his sore shoulder and belly for just a moment as Jake was turning over to his backside. Rusty fell forward dropping his knee to Jake's chest.

Jake was strong but Rusty's knee was hard and carried the full weight of the handsome heavyweight. It ground into the ripped pec muscles. Jake had a look of pain on his face. Rusty shot a quick jab to the stomach as he got up taking Jake up with him. He tossed him to the ropes and as Jake rebounded Rusty lowered his body and caught Jake and lifted him up in an over the back body toss. To everyone's amazement, Jake's 225 pounds went sailing through the air with relative ease. He landed on his back witt a loud thump! Almost immediately he sat up gripping his lower back. His eyes were closed as he howled in pain.

Rusty put a knee to the back area and had Jake in a bad way. Again Rusty pulled Jake up and again Jake found Rusty tossing him to the ropes like a dog throws a chew toy! Jake came bouncing off them and saw Rusty raise his foot. The last thing Jake needed was that big foot plowing into his chest as it was poised to do. Somehow Jake managed to reach out and grab hold of the big leg. His own forward momentum off the ropes plus his natural strength made flipping Rusty over quite an easy chore.

Rusty was unprepared for the counter move and when Jake dropped down with a full power punch to his ripped belly he really felt the knuckles dig in. Rusty moaned but even injured he lashed out with a shot of his own. Jake dodged the jab and rammed a forearm to the side of the head knocking Rusty silly. Now it was Jake's turn to dish out some punishment. He scooped Rusty's 206 pounds up and slammed him back to the mats with authority. Rusty's head was spinning as Jake stomped his abs. He tried to flex but he could not keep his abs flexed long enough to ward off the series of stomps Jake was landing. Jake's heavy boot soles were penetrating much more than Rusty could afford to allow. When Jake switched to drop down with an elbow Rusty saw the move and rolled away. Jake connected with nothing but mats. He bounced slightly as he hit. Rusty was hurting bad but still whipped an arching chop over across his body and whacked Jake across the back of the neck. Jake felt sharp tingles radiate out from his neck. Rusty's chop really hurt him.

Rusty rolled away to recover a little. He used the roped to pull himself up. He looked over to see Jake barely up to his knees. His head covered by his arms was still on the canvas. Jake was near the ropes and Rusty mounted the second one. With a leap he aimed his elbow and drove it down into the lower back of Jake. The crushing blow to his raised backside caused Jake to fall flat to the canvas again. Rusty grabbed a handful of hair on the back of Jake's head. He raised it and drove it forward to the canvas. Now it was Jake's world that was spinning.

Rusty saw an opportunity to go for a finishing move. He straddled Jake and reached down to grab his chin and lock on a camel clutch. Even though Jake was dazed and hurt he sensed Rusty's intent. Before he could cinch in the camel clutch Jake used his great upper body strength and did a push up tossing his head back all at once. The back of Jake's head struck Rusty's collar bone. Rusty was caught off guard and the blow hurt as it struck the right shoulder that he had hit earlier into the ring post.

Jake powered himself to his feet as Rusty stumbled backwards clutching at his shoulder. Jake turned and drove the heel of his boot dead center of Rusty's impressive washboard abs. The tall heavyweight bent over at the hard shot. A huge uppercutting forearm that slammed into Rusty's chest stood him upright again. Jake then slammed Rusty with a standing clothesline dropping him like a sack of potatoes. Jake then dropped a knee to Rusty's stomach that sunk in deep and made Rusty utter a slight muffled cry of pain.

Jake then gathered the hurting boy up in a body slam. Rusty's 206 pounds seemed like playtime to the powerful Jake. Rusty was slammed hard to the canvas. He arched his back up as the slam gave him a sharp, stinging pain. Jake then came down with yet another full force knee drop that mashed Rusty's softening gut. Jake felt his knee sink deep inside Rusty's firm belly. He saw that Rusty was hurt. He showed no remorse whatsoever. He wanted the cocky Rusty destroyed and moved in for the kill.

As Rusty hugged his stomach with both arms Jake snagged a handful of Rusty's long, wavy locks and jerked him to his feet. Rusty felt himself being pulled up. He was indeed hurting but he was mad as hell too. And a there was nothing more dangerous than an enraged and wounded Rusty. Jake found that out and Rusty launched a perfect judo jab to Jake's unflexed gut. He grunted as he figured Rusty was finished and ripe for the picking. Jake could not have been more wrong!

Rusty fought off the pain in his stomach, and his shoulder. He tried not to think about how his body was aching from Jake's wicked body slams. All Rusty concentrated on was the destruction of this boy he was come to despise. As Jake took Rusty's hard shot he let go of the hair. Rusty then came at Jake landing a backhand chop across Jake's massive pecs with his right. He then sent a left forearm to the side of the head and returned with another right across the chest. Another left to the head and Rusty could feel the momentum change to his favor. He began laying in the hits faster and faster as his adrenaline started to flow.

Jake was so taken aback he was almost defenseless as Rusty ripped into him again and again. Jake would cover his head and Rusty would slam his chest. He's cover his chest and Rusty would shoot a blast into his guts. Rusty had too many openings to choose from and his strikes packed a wallop and were all right on target. He had Jake knocked back to a corner. He drove the toe of his boot into Jake's belly with all he had. Jake clutched his middle with both arm as his mouth formed an "O" but he was too winded to make any noise. He looked in terrible pain. Rusty then launched into a wild frenzy of expertly placed judo jabs that peppered Jake's beautiful chest muscles. Rusty landed a dozen blows and he felt his knuckles digging deeper and deeper each time. Rusty was like a master chef tenderizing Jake's meaty pectorals!

Jake was in agony but still knew where he was and what was happening. He felt Rusty grab his arm and propel him to the ropes. He felt the hard cords dig into his back and the recoil his own weight caused. He saw Rusty setting up for a clothesline. Jake managed to dodge left and went right under the swiping forearm. He also smacked his own fist into Rusty's battered gut. Rusty had the wind knocked from his sails but still had a ton of fight left in him.

As Rusty turned to give it to Jake again he saw that Jake had thrown himself over and into the ropes on the other side of the ring. He had no time to react as Jake hurled himself at him with a flying cross body block. All of Jake's 225 pounds slammed into Rusty full force. Rusty fell over like a big oak tree and Jake fell down right on top of him! Jake gave a quick, short jab to the stomach as he got up. He knew Rusty's right shoulder was hurt and attacked it. He dropped down with a knee that crushed into that shoulder. As he stood again he whipped a kick into Rusty's right armpit. He then jerked Rusty to his feet.

But Rusty was still not through. He launched a left jab that caught Jake in the sternum. Jake had his breath knocked away and Rusty laid in a perfect judo kick to those big pecs that he had given such abuse too already. Jake staggered backward. He wondered just what he had to do to get the best of this guy.

Rusty needed a moment to regroup himself. He saw Jake resting against the ropes and he moved opposite him and did the same. They looked at each other across the ring. Both knew this was going to be a tough fight but they had traded blows back and forth. Both had landed hits and both had been wounded in return. Grimly they moved forward to see if one could finish off the other.

Almost instinctively their hands came together. They interlocked their fingers and Jake moved so as their arms were over their heads. The two sets of impressive torsos mashed into each other. They felt the sweat of the other wet against his own body. They felt the deep heaving of the others stomach as they took in deep breaths as well as the strong pounding of the others heart as the two boys pressed into each other body to body arms overhead.

Rusty knew almost immediately he would lose this test of strength. Jake had damaged his shoulder and it was never more apparent to him than it was now. Rusty felt sharp pains through his arm as Jake began to power him down. Rusty strained and used every ounce of strength he had but is was just not enough to resist the might of Jake's muscle. Rusty was down to his knees as Jake had total control. Rusty's body was wide open and Jake knew he had to take every opportunity he could to defeat this more than worth opponent. He struck out with a kick after kick that ripped Rusty's well honed abs to shreds. Rusty cried out as he felt Jake's foot plowing into his belly again and again. the only weapon Rusty had was his head and he used it driving a head butt into Jake's groin. Jake let go of Rusty and staggered over to the ropes holding his crotch.

Rusty was hurt and beat but still came in for the attack. He got behind Jake and gave him a hard kidney punch. He put a foot to Jake's butt and gave him a shove to the corner. Jake's chest slammed the turnbuckles and Rusty spun him around ready to give him another good working over. Jake didn't think he could take another round of Rusty's hammering. His stomach, and especially his chest, were already racked with pain.

But Rusty wanted Jake destroyed and he took careful aim and sent a shot forward. Jake actually caught Rusty's fist in the palm of his right hand. Nobody in the arena was more surprised than Rusty himself. The attacker was now on the defensive as Jake's mighty hand clamped down over Rusty's big fist squashing the knuckles inside it. Rusty wanted to cry out but held back. But Jake could see he was hurting him. Jake drove Rusty to his knees again. He gave a final squeeze and Rusty did utter a slightly high pitched yelp. Jake drove yet another hard kick to Rusty's now beat red stomach causing the tall teen to double over. Still holding the right fist Jake pulled Rusty to his feet.

Rusty's right hand was still trapped so he lashed out with his left plowing into Jake's bruised right pectoral. Jake grunted as Rusty seemed to have lost little off his hard punches. Jake lifted a knee that rammed Rusty's lower belly. Rusty was sucking wind at that blow. Jake moved to Irish whip his opponent. Rusty knew he was going to be tossed but could not prevent it at the moment. He only hopped he could bear the resulting impact without suffering too much more damage. Jake spun Rusty around in classic Irish whip style but when Rusty reached to point of release Jake did not let go. He held on to Rusty's right hand. Rusty's feet flew out from under him and the momentum of his own body weight jerked cruelly of his damaged shoulder. Rusty flopped to the ground with a look of sheer agony on his handsome face. Jake moved in for the kill!

Jake plowed three hard kicks to Rusty's hairy armpit then stepped over and stood on his back, never once letting go of the boy's right hand. He jerked Rusty's arm up behind him and twisted the appendage as he applied his surfboard. Rusty slapped the mats with his left hand as if trying to release both anger and pain. Jake made a face as he reached down for just a bit more strength and cranked up the pressure on the hold another notch. Rusty could take no more he called out his submission, "Aaaaghhh, OK, OK I submit!"

The bell rang and the announcer came on, "Here is your winner, by submission hold... JAKE!" Jake let go of Rusty's arm at last. It flopped like a useless hunk of meat to Rusty's side. Jake had his hands raised in victory as the crowd cheered him. He ached from head to toe as Rusty had given him one hell of a battle. He looked over to see Rusty getting to his knees. The boy's right arm dangled limply. Suddenly a realization came to Jake. He had been biased in the match he refereed. He had tried to convince himself he had not been but there was no denying it. Rusty and his team had every right to be angry at him. He resolved he would make that confession to the league officials tomorrow and accept whatever punishment, it any, they give him.

He walked over to Rusty and asked , "You gonna be OK? How's the arm?" Rusty was too hurt for verbal sparring then. He answered honestly, "It hurts like fuck Jake! But nothing seriously wrong" Jake extended a hand. Rusty looked at it for a second but did not take it. Jake said, "Rusty, you were right. I was biased in your match. For what its worth, I apologize. Tomorrow I'll personally apologize to Taylor, Corwin & Drew and Jacoby. I'm also going to tell the league officials." Rusty looked up and saw Jake was sincere. He knew it took a big man to admit something like that. Rusty grasped the still extended arm and Jake pulled him to his feet. Rusty said, "Apology accepted Jake."

Jake gave the slightest hint of a smile and said, "Oh and by he way that was one hard fought match you put on out there. I've never felt so terrible in my life!" Rusty could not manage a smile but said, "You did a pretty damn good job yourself Jake. I feel like shit! You got the win. You deserve it. You're one stong dude man!" The crowd was surprised but pleased to see that the two boys, especially Rusty, showed the good sportsmanship they demonstrated and applauded both as they leaned on each other as they made their way back to the locker room.