jimsub81: LW Title Match: Wesley vs Willy.

Wesley was standing with his friends Dane, Cody, Patrick and Joey. He was still in a mild state of shock that his friend, or at least he had thought so, Willy would turn on him, on all of them and take ranks with Kevin and his group of wrestling thugs. Dane rubbed the lightweight muscleboy's back and said, "I know how you feel Wes. I went through it with Cody." Dane shot Cody a friendly grin and Cody said, "Yeah I bet you did. I can almost understand it though. The little prick Kevin does have a way about him." His friends all sort of gave him the same surprised look and Cody added, "Not that I'm making any excuses for Willy but.. well, never mind!"

Wesley was man enough to admit that he had tried to pull a fast one and make his title challenge after he saw what he thought was going to be Kevin's #1 contender Jacoby go down hard to Joey. Wes never thought Kevin would counter with Willy above all people. "Come on Wes" said Patrick, "you made a move and got upstaged its no big deal. All you have to do now is go beat the crap out of the two faced bastard." Wesley looked at Patrick and said, "Really? That's all?" Patrick knew he had spoke flippantly as beating a tough hombre like Willy was no small task at all. "What I meant Wes, is just go out there and wrestle him like we all know you can. Hell man, you went toe to toe with Doug in a gutpunching contest, DOUG! And you've beaten two middleweights already too one of them Jordan for god's sake! Wes you're a kick ass wrestler." Wesley nodded and smiled at Patrick. Everything he said was true but he left out one aspect; one of Wesley's losses was at the hands of Willy. He tried to put that to the back of his mind and get psyched for the match.

Willy was with Kevin, Luke, Jacoby, Rusty, Stefan and Kyle on the other side of the locker room. They too were giving their man a good pep talk. Willy was confident. He had beaten Wesley once before and he had trained with him many times. He knew how Wes moved and knew his strengths (there were many) and weaknesses, of which there were few. But still Willy truly believed he was the better wrestler and more deserving of the title.

Jacoby also felt he deserved the title. He knew he was in no shape to fight Wesley after the pounding Joey had just given him but he couldn't help but feel that Kevin had betrayed him. Kevin had said that he, Jacoby, was the future Lightweight star of TW now that honor appeared to be going to Willy if the blonde muscleteen managed to defeated Wes tonight. Where would that leave him he thought?

It had already been a special night of matches at the arena as the three 3-man teams each had a 3-corner match to weed themselves down to two man teams. After the last of those was finished it was time for the main event. The announcer began, "And now our main event of the evening, the LIGHTWEIGHT TITLE MATCH!" The crowd erupted in cheers. "This match has no time limit and can be won by submission only! First, standing 5 feet 9 inches tall and weighing in at 145 pounds, here is the challenger...WILLY!"

None of the fans knew of Willy's defection to the infamous Posse so they cheered him as he first entered the arena as he was very well liked. But when the crowd gradually noticed that Kevin and Rusty were accompanying him to the ring with Kevin rubbing his shoulders they got the message. Willy was Posse now and the cheering died down to almost nothing. Then the boos slowly began that gradually filled the arena to almost deafening proportions. Willy seemed a bit startled at the hatred directed at him and Kevin whispered in his ear, "Don't let it get to you, FEED off of it!" Willy took the ring and tried to do as Kevin said. Amazingly it seemed to work and Willy even antagonized them further by yelling "SHUT UP!" and waved them off with his hand. Kevin watched and smiled widely. Landing Willy was one of the best things that could have happened . The tough kid was going to fit right in.

"And his opponent, standing 5 feet 8 inches tall and weighing in at 148 pounds... the TEENS WRESTLING LIGHTWEIGHT CHAMPION...WESLEY!" Dane gave him a hard swat on the butt and told him, "Got get him Wes, rip his head off!" Wesley trotted to the ring and was cheered wildly now. Before the match many of the fans were not so much against him as for Willy. Now most all of the crowd favored him and they showed it with uproars of applause. Wesley took the ring and knew they wanted to see him flex. He was not a big showman but gave them what they wanted and he struck a good pose that showed his perfectly formed bod. The fans loved it!

When Willy had gotten trashed in the last Battle Royal just a while ago. Willy thought Wes had abandoned him as it was Luke that came to see to him after his beating and ouster of the event. But the many months of friendship he and Wesley had shared didn't die easily and before this match Willy still had some good feelings toward Wesley. But seeing Wesley pose for the crowd like he was, Willy thought he was trying to out do him and make him look bad. Willy's fond feelings toward Wesley went straight down the drain. Before the bell even rang Willy charged the posing Wes from behind and drilled a knee to his back! Wes collapsed in a heap as the crowd booed the move. The announcer made a hurried exit and the ref signaled for the bell.

Willy grabbed the startled Wesley by the back of his hair and whacked him in the lower back with a hard shot. Wes grunted and Willy shoved him forward to the ropes. Wesley bounced back and Willy planted a perfect drop kick to his back sending Wesley pitching forward. Wes was hanging over the top rope and Willy got in behind him and ground an elbow into his back. He then grabbed Wesley by the back of the head, pulled him back and rammed his throat to the ropes. He forced it down as far as he could then let the rope's tension spring Wesley to his back. Wes hit the mats gripping his throat, gagging.

Willy strode over to him and dropped both knees to the muscleteen's stomach. Wesley whooshed out his breath and Willy launched a furious assault of punches to Wesley's proud pectorals. Wesley hardly had time to breath as Willy was pounding his lungs with hard lefts and rights. Satisfied he had beaten some of the fight out of him Willy stood and looked down at the gasping boy. Willy knew he had hurt him but also knew Wes was in no way ready to be pinned. He dropped a knee to Wesley's outstretched left arm smashing its bicep. Wes pulled his arm to his body and howled in pain as he rolled over.

Willy snagged a handful of dark hair and jerked Wesley to his feet. He pulled the head back exposing the upper chest and throat and Willy hammered down across that spot with a big forearm smash! Wesley wanted to fall but was held up by his hair. Willy put a boot to the back side and shoved. Wes went careening forward till his chest hit the turnbuckles. Willy had planned the move well and was right behind Wes as he hit the corner Willy was smashing right into Wesley's back. Again Willy grabbed handful of hair and yanked the head back hard virtually throwing Wesley to the mats like some sort of plaything. Willy grinned, he knew victory was near!

Wesley knew he had better mount some sort of offense soon because his body, strong as it was, could not take this sort of constant pounding for long. He felt Willy raise him up by his hair again. Willy grabbed and arm for an Irish whip. Wesley felt it coming and surprised Willy with a reverse when the whip was made.

Willy went spinning into the ropes caught totally by surprise. As he rebounded Wesley snatched him up in a power slam. WHAM! Willy's body actually bounced back up as it was hammered to the canvas. Stunned, Willy was unable to counter Wesley's lifting of him into yet another power slam.

The crowd was loving it as Wesley had come to life. They cheered wildly as Wesley then raised and lifted Willy and Irish whipped him again into the ropes. Willy came off the cords and Wesley wrapped two hands over his throat and chin and powered him up and down hard in a choke slam!

Willy lay writhing on the mats. His head was spinning as stars danced across his vision. Wesley needed just a moment to recover from the beating he had taken and his impressive attack. Willy had had total control of the fight but three mighty slams had virtually evened the score. Willy rolled to the far side of the ring and pulled himself up the ropes. Wesley strode over toward him with a fierce look on his normally passive face. Willy staggered just a bit as he moved forward to meet the challenge as his head was still spinning.

They moved for a lock up. Wesley figured Willy would go for a kick to the gut or balls. He guessed right and was prepared as he caught Willy's leg by the ankle and pulled it out straight. Wesley jerked it forward and Willy was forced to hop on his left leg. Wesley smiled and Willy knew what he was going to do. He stretched out his hands and shook them back and forth saying, "No!, No!, No!" But Wes paid no mind and he jerked a kick of his own up into the meaty thigh muscle of his captive. Willy winced at the pain and Wes did it again. Willy was helpless to prevent the blows and Wesley sent in three more pointed boot toes to the underside of the blonde muscleboy's leg. Wesley then gave the foot a jerking twist and Willy went spilling over to his belly.

Wesley kept hold of the leg and stomped down on that same upper portion. Wesley then dropped a knee to the same target. Willy pounded the mats in pain and clenched his teeth. Wesley then grabbed him by the nape of the neck raising him up. Willy staggered putting weight on the wounded leg. Wes shot him to the ropes. Willy's leg gave out and he tumbled through the ropes to the arena floor. Willy hit with a smack as his back impacted the hard surface. Wes came out right behind him.

Wesley started to pull Willy to his feet when Willy struck like a wounded animal with a direct shot to Wesley's nuts. Wes was taken by surprise and doubled over in pain. Willy then drove his shoulder into him forcing Wesley to fall backward. Wesley fell right onto the metal steps that led to the ring. The hard steel edge of the steps dug into Wesley's lower back and he arched up in pain. Willy braced himself on the apron with his arm and fired a kick from his good leg that speared Wesley right in the navel. Wesley sagged down into the corner between the steps and the ring base. The referee was counting and Willy knew Wes would retain the title with a count out. He reached down and hauled the hurting Champ up and rolled him back into the ring.

Willy got back in too, gingerly testing his right leg. It hurt but he was able to move on it. Wesley was gripping at his back as he got to his knees. Willy approached from behind and jumped up coming down with his ass onto Wesley's shoulders. Wes was driven face first to the mats by Willy's full body weight! Willy got up and saw Wesley prone face down. Wesley's body twitched a few times and Willy thought maybe now Wes was ready for a pinning.

He got down beside him and turned Wes over. As soon as he did Wesley lurched forward with a head butt that connected with the bridge of Willy's nose causing an immediate release of blood from the nostrils. Willy staggered back across the ring as he fell to his ass.

Wesley's back was hurting bad but he fought through it and headed for his ex-friend and challenger. Willy struggled up but not fast enough as Wesley hooked him in a side head lock he grabbed the waistband of Willy's red trunks and heaved him up in a suplex. Willy hit hard but Wes felt the strain in his hurt back too. Wesley helped Willy up again. Willy was still in the fight but he felt himself fading. He saw an opening and took it with a right to Wesley's taunt 6-pack. Wes just smiled as if to say, 'If that's the way you want it..OK!' Wesley threw a punch of his own to Willy's lower gut impacting right at the waist line. Willy almost immediately crumpled forward but Wes supported him and threw three more hard stomach smacks that drove Willy backwards to a corner.

With Willy held against the turnbuckles Wesley gave him a taste of the same sort of gutblasts that had the massive HW Doug almost concede to him. Wesley packed a ton of power behind his hard knuckles and Willy felt every bit of it as the fists puunged into his softening belly. Willy thought he would have to submit if he didn't escape the torture his stomach was feeling soon. Wesley gave one final punch and Willy's body caved in around it. Wes stepped back and Willy dropped to his knees almost doing a split with them.

Wesley walked over to him and made another fist. Willy shook his hands and head and pleaded, "No! No more ...Please!" The referee was a little confused and said, "Is that submission son?" Willy looked at him as did Wesley. Willy said, "A submission? No fucking... WAY!" as he said the word "way" Willy reached out and grabbed the backs of both of Wesley's knees pulling them forward. Wesley pitched backwards. His sore back impacted the mats hard.

Willy dove forward feeling the pain in his beaten stomach as his guts settled back to where they were supposed to be. But he landed on top of the stunned Wesley. He wrapped one hand under Wesley's chin and with another he grabbed an ankle while at the same time planting both knees into the small of the muscleboy's back. Willy leaned back and cranked as hard as he could on the ankle and chin. Wesley screamed out in total pain. Willy's knees were driving right into the injured area of his back and the locking hold was only amplifying the pain.

Wesley looked for the ropes to reach them. They were five feet away. They might as well have been five miles, there was no way he was going to reach them. Just when he thought the pain couldn't get any worse Willy let out a groan and pulled with the last of his impressive strength. Wesley though his back was going to break. With tears in his eyes he called out, "OK, OK I submit!" The referee called for the bell and Willy released the hold. Both boys lay on the canvas exhausted and panting as the announcer came on saying, "Here is your winner, and NEW LIGHTWEIGHT CHAMPION...WILLY!"

Kevin Luke and Rusty rushed to the ring to congratulate Willy. The booing was off the walls but they were full of smiles as they helped the battered Willy to his feet. Willy still seemed not to know he had won but it slowly sunk in. He gripped Rusty's strong arms and got to his feet. Kevin was smiling like a madman and patting his back.

Dane, Joey, Patrick, Cody and Justin Paul all entered the ring to help and protect Wesley having seen what had happened to poor Benji following his encounter in losing to the infamous Posse. They Posse had considered such a treatment for Wes too but, seeing the firepower that currently surrounded him, they thought better of it and backed off helping their new champ out of the ring.

Before they left Kevin said, "Here, you got to try this on for size." He handed Willy the title jacket knowing full well Wesley was recovered and watching. Willy put it on. It fit perfectly! Willy gave Wesley a sneer as he brushed a hand over the sought after jacket. He left with his Possemates to a chorus of boos.

Wesley got up with the help of his friends and he too made his way out of the ring. He had come to the LW Champion and was leaving just another wrestler craving the title once again. But he vowed he'd not only get back the title, but teach Willy a lesson he'd never forget at the same time!