punk_wrestler2000: LW: Former Champs Kevin Vs Wes

Kevin, the infamous leader of the POSSE, decided he would challenge former LW champ Wes to a match. Kevin wanted to take the muscle-bound nerd down again and prove his recent title reign was indeed a fluke.

But Kevin knew if he was to secure a victory, he would have to soften the former CHUMP up a bit.

Kevin was the master of being devious. He had set Wes up to face his friend Willy, thus costing Wes the title. Kevin smiled to himself as he thought about beating Wes in the ring. But first he had to make sure that would be possible.

Kevin entered the Posse's locker room and walked over to his two tough as nails LW wrestlers, Willy and Jacoby.

"Have a job for you guys." The 14 year-old mastermind said with an evil little grin.

Willy was all smiles as Kevin asked him and Jacoby to jump Wesley. Willy was going to enjoy beating the crud out of his former friend again.

Jacoby though was not that keen on double teaming Wesley.

Jacoby had a lot of unresolved issues, but he knew he had to be careful.

Across the arena Wes was working out in the weight room. He was still feeling shitty for having lost his title in his first title defense. Wes had vowed to meet Willy again and get his title back. He had let his emotions come into play, and THAT had cost him the match.

Wes was doing ab crunches when he heard someone walk into the weight room. Wes stopped his worked out as Kevin approached him.

Wes looked around for other members of the Posse, but saw only the ringleader. Kevin walked right up to Wes and issued his challenge.

Wes looked at Kevin like he had lost his mind.

"Come on Wes, why not wrestle me? We are both former champs, it will be a good match." Kevin said as he held the contract out for Wes to sign.

Wes debated but only briefly. He wanted a shot at this little prick and in a bad way. But Wes was no fool. "All right, Kev. But on a couple of conditions, WHEN I beat you I get a rematch for my title." Wes said as he stared Kevin directly in the eyes. "Second, no other Posse members will be ringside."

Kevin debated this but only for a split second. If all worked out he would need no other guys ringside. But Kevin had picked up on a flaw in Wes's demands. Kevin snickered and locked eyes with the muscleboy.

"All right, Wes. We have a deal." Kevin added the two stipulations to the contract and signed it. He handed it to Wes.

Wes glanced over and signed the contract.

Wes watched as Kevin left the weight room, he had the sinking feeling he was being set up.

= The Afternoon of the match. ==

Wes entered the TW gym early to workout. He wanted to be in prime condition for kicking Kevin's ass. This was one match he was really looking forward to. A lot of guys had dreamed of going one on one with the Posse leader. Wes now had his chance.

Wes was lifting weights and had his radio playing. He did not hear the two guys enter the weight room or notice them, until they were flanking him.

Wes looked up and saw Jacoby and Willy standing on either side.

Wes knew instantly why they were here.

Wes set the weights down and sat up. He was not afraid of either teen, one on one, but together this duo could be vindictive.

Before Wes could get to his feet Willy yanked him from the weight bench and locked him in a headlock.

Willy then slammed three hard knee lifts to Wes's ripped abs. Wes grunted from the unexpected attack. Willy released the headlock and tossed Wes into Jacoby's arms.

Jacoby locked Wes's arms and Willy waded in. "Have a

for you from Kevin." Willy said as he slammed a hard fist to Wes's ripped eight-pack abs.

Wes grunted, but did not double.

Just as Willy was setting to lambaste his abs the door opened and Taylor entered. Wes knew he was done.

Willy grinned when he saw the Beast enter. Willy knew there was no love loss between Wes and Taylor.

Willy ignored the Beast and went back to work on Wes's abs.

Willy drilled the tough LW with four hard fists to the stomach.

Wes did not even utter a grunt.

Willy was incredulous as Wes took his hard shots without flinching.

Willy stood back and decided to try another means of breaking the little muscleboy down.

Wes's eyes darted from Willy to Taylor.

Taylor stood back and watched, then slowly moved forward. Wes wondered how long he would last under hard shots from both ruggedly tough teens.

Taylor walked over beside Willy.

"Hold up, Willy. Let me show you how to deliver a hard ass gutpunch."

Wes froze. He took a deep breath and flexed his abs. He had taken Doug's shots; he would take the Beast's as well.

Taylor balled up his fist and suddenly pivoted and drilled Willy hard in the pit of the stomach. Willy gasped for breath and dropped to his knees from the unexpected blow.

Jacoby immediately released Wes's arms and moved to face off with Taylor.

Taylor knew Jacoby would not swing on him. Taylor reached down and drug Willy to his feet.

Wes was shocked, but kept his guard up. Jacoby made no move on Wes, but stood and watched as Taylor walked Willy back to the wall. Taylor was livid to think the CHAMP would stoop to this level.

But he was more pissed to think one friend would do this to another friend.

Taylor drove a hard uppercut to Willy's belly. "Now, you go back to Kevin and tell him to face Wes like a man." Taylor drilled Willy one more time then let the LW Champ drop to his knees.

Willy looked up just as Taylor walked over to Wes. He caught a slight nod that passed between Taylor and Jacoby. Willy wondered if Jacoby had tipped Taylor off, and why Taylor had helped Wes.

Jacoby moved over to a winded Willy and helped him to his feet. Willy shrugged the helping hand off and walked out of the weight room with his hands hugging his stomach.

Wes looked at Taylor. He was not sure why Taylor had helped him. Before Wes could thank him, Taylor turned and exited the weight room.

= Match Time =

The audience was pumped. They had waited eagerly for this match. They only hoped Kevin would get what was coming to him.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN OUR NEXT MATCH IS A LW MATCH. FIRST MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING IS THE FORMER TW LW CHAMP, WESLEY. WESLEY STANDS 5'8 AND WEIGHS IN AT 148 POUNDS."

Wes ran to the ring and leapt over the top rope. The young ladies cheered madly for this good-looking ripped nerd.

Wes did a few double bicep poses and then moved to his corner to await the arrival of his opponent.

Kevin waited nervously for his introduction. He and Willy locked eyes and Willy nodded.

"AND HIS OPPONENT NOW MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING, ALSO A FORMER TW LW CHAMP. HE STANDS 5'6" TALL AND WEIGHS 128 POUNDS. HE IS KEVIN."

"THIS MATCH IS ONE FALL TO SUBMISSION."

Kevin walked slowly to the ring, clad in his gray speedos. Kevin slipped through the ropes and glared at Wes.

Wes glared back and made a slashing motion across his throat.

The ref called both teens to the center of the ring. He checked both for foreign objects and went over the rules. He stressed breaking clean and no low blows.

Throughout the spiel both teens had kept their eyes locked on each other.

The two teens backed to their corners, never taking their eyes from each other. Wes had learned a valuable lesson in his match with Willy.

Kevin knew Wes had not gotten beaten up before the match. He was not happy facing Wes at full strength, but he had an alternate plan.

The bell sounded and the two teens moved to lock up.

Kevin did not want to lock up with Wes and battle it out muscle to muscle. He knew he would lose.

But Kevin was quick, devious and lethal. He could cheat with the best of them and not get caught.

As Wes went to lock up Kevin sidestepped and drove a short fast knee to Wes' balls.

Wes grunted loudly and doubled over.

The ref saw the move and cautioned Kevin, who apoligized. Kevin then moved in on Wes who had dropped to his knees.

Kevin stood in front of the muscle-bound nerd. He gripped Wes by the ears and drug him to his feet. Kevin flung the bigger teen to the ropes and met him coming off with a super kick to the chest.

Wes felt the foot impact with his chest and staggered back to the corner. Kevin lowered his head and charged forward, ramming his head full force into Wes's stomach.

Wes's well-developed abs took the hard shot.

Kevin stepped back and drove another low blow to Wes's jewels.

Willy had told Kevin to fight dirty if was to stand any chance of winning.

As Wes doubled, Kevin hooked his head and flipped him to the center of the ring. Wes hit back first. Kevin moved quickly, relying on his speed. He bounced off the ropes and dropped with both knees to Wes's ripped abs.

Wes whished out his air as 128 pounds came crashing down on his stomach.

Kevin did not hesitate. He stood and gripped both of Wes's legs. He spread the legs apart and drove to hard stomps to Wes's gut. Wes felt the hard shots dig in.

Kevin drug Wes to his feet and whipped him to the ropes. Kevin then displayed a little muscle power of his own as he caught Wes coming off the ropes and power slammed him hard to the mat.

Wes was winded by the power slam. Kevin stood to his feet. He could not believe one low blow had given him the upper hand.

Kevin stood over Wes, then bent down and slapped the bigger teen across the face. "No wonder Willy whipped you. Hell you got nothing."

Kevin then stomped Wes hard in the stomach. Wes rolled to his side. He was pissed Kevin was whipping his ass.

Wes took a deep breath and decided enough was enough. He played possum as he caught his breath.

One thing about Kevin was he liked to gloat when he had the upper hand. Wes waited for Kevin to try and drag him back to his feet. As Kevin reached down Wes gripped his head and bull dogged him to the mat.

Kevin cried out as his head hit the mat. Wes slowly stood to his feet. Wes then showed his muscle power by lifting Kevin by his trunks and the nape of his neck.

Wes then slammed Kevin over his knee in a vicious gutbuster.

Kevin again cried out as his air was forced from his lungs. Wes did not let Kevin go, but lifted him and repeated the move.

Wes let Kevin roll to the mat. Kevin clutched his stomach and sucked down some much-needed wind.

Wes waited for Kevin to get to his knees, then moved behind him and locked on a full nelson. He yanked Kevin to his feet and applied the pressure. Wes easily muscled Kevin's chin to his chest.

Wes showed his incredible strength as he lifted Kevin from the mat in his full nelson. Kevin grunted and kicked his legs.

Wes set Kevin back on to his feet and then tripped the teen forward. Kevin crashed face first to the mat still locked in the full nelson and with Wes's 148 pounds crashing down on top of him.

Wes released the full nelson and stood to his feet. He rolled Kevin to his back and dropped a double knee drop to his stomach. Kevin folded right up as Wes's knees drove deeply into his stomach.

Kevin was gasping for breath. Wes stood and drug Kevin to his feet.

He whipped the teen to the corner. Kevin hit the ring post back first and sagged in the corner.

Wes moved in slowly. He did not trust Kevin.

Willy had been watching the match closely. It was almost time for him to make his move.

Willy would know when the time was right.

Wes moved slowly toward the winded teen. He wanted to make Kevin suffer before he took him out.

Wes feigned a kick to Kevin's gut to see how wounded the teen really was. Kevin responded and blocked the attempt.

Wes danced back and made come on motion to the former champ.

Kevin charged forward and suddenly darted to Wes's right and slammed a judo kick to his lower belly. Wes was caught off guard and stumbled to the ropes. Kevin moved with cat like reflexes and drove three judo strikes to Wes's ripped abs.

Wes grunted and doubled slightly from the unexpected shots. Kevin quickly gripped his head and bull dogged him to the mat.

Wes grunted loudly as his head was driven down hard.

Kevin glanced toward the back of the arena and nodded. Phase two of his plan was about to go down.

Willy started down the aisle. Kevin moved quickly and distracted the referee as Willy charged the ring and slipped under the bottom rope.

Wes was just getting to his feet when he was slammed across the back with a double axe handle blow that sent him back down to the canvas.

Willy snickered as he drove a hard stomp to Wes's back.

Kevin had the ref's attention diverted as Willy took the fight to Wes.

Willy bent down and drug Wes up by the nape of the neck. He flung Wes into the ropes and greeted the muscle-bound dweeb with a solid kick to the lower belly. Wes whished out his air and dropped to his knees.

Kevin knew full well what was going on behind the ref's back. He continued his diversion.

Willy again drug Wes to his feet. He sent Wes for the ride. This time Wes reacted. He gripped the ropes and stopped his forward momentum. Willy had bent down to deliver a back body drop. When Wes did not recoil Willy stood up and was greeted with a super kick to his stomach. Willy dropped to the mat sucking wind.

Wes moved quickly and sent a hard foot to Willy's head. Willy rolled to his side clutching his head in one hand and his midsection with the other.

Wes then sent two hard kicks to Willy's ribs. Willy yelled out as he felt the powerful kicks slam into his rib cage.

Wes then bent down and lifted Willy from the mat and gutbusted him over his knees.

Willy gasped for air as he rolled to the mat. Wes then drug Willy to his feet and lifted him in a crotch slam maneuver and deposited him over the top ropes.

Willy hit the floor with a resounding thud. Wes glanced down at Willy. "Coming for my title, BUD."

Kevin moved quickly around the ref and headed right for Wes.

Wes was still taunting Willy as Kevin dropped to his knees behind him and lifted his forearm between Wes's legs and crunched his family jewels.

Wes howled in pain as he brought his legs together and sagged over the top rope. Kevin wasted no time and he quickly hooked Wes' around the waist and drove him to the mat.

Kevin stood and double stomped Wes's ripped abs. Wes whished out the remainder of his air and fell limply to the mat.

Kevin snickered down at the muscleteen.

Willy had recovered and was standing matside. "Come on Kev, finish the dweeb off."

Kevin nodded. He reached down and drug Wes to his feet and locked on a headlock. Kevin turned his back to the ref and drove a thumb to Wes's throat.

Kevin released the headlock and whipped Wes to the ropes. Wes was in no condition to fight the move. Kevin greeted the former champ with a foot to the lower belly. Wes crashed to his knees and gasped for breath.

Kevin maneuvered Wes to his back, hooked his legs and pinned his shoulders to the mat.

The ref was there instantly and started to count. "One, Two, Three."

The bell sounded as Wes struggled to raise his shoulders.

Kevin leapt in the air and shot his fist straight up as he got the pin fall over the muscle-bound former LW champ.

Wes was furious to think he had lost to Kevin and his cheating tactics and outside interference.

Wes got to his feet and charged the LW. Willy was through the ropes like a shot and charged Wes. He caught his former friend with a hard punch to the kidneys. Wes yelled out and Kevin turned around.

Willy and Kevin each gripped one of Wes's arms and sent him into the ropes. As Wes recoiled they caught him and lifted him into the air. They dropped the beaten teen over their knees in a hard double gutbuster.

Willy lifted Wes from the mat and locked the tough teen in a full nelson. Kevin stood in front of Wes and started to drive judo strikes hard into his stomach.

Wes had no will and no muscle tone to stop the hard shots. He started to sag in Willy's powerful arms.

From opposite sides of the arena two teens charged the ring. The audience cheered loudly as they saw the former MW champ Martin rushing to Wes's aide.

From the other side of the arena they saw the Beast rushing the ring.

Taylor and Martin hit the ring at the same time and stood face to face.

Kevin saw both teens enter the ring and knew before they went for him they would go for each other.

A hush had fallen over the arena as Martin and Taylor faced off. Kevin ignored both teens and kept up his pummeling of Wes's once ripped hard abs.

Wes was almost out of it as Kevin landed judo kicks and thrusts to his red and now mushy abs. He was gasping for breath.

Martin and Taylor continued to stare each other down, but soon realized their beef was not with each other at this moment.

Like a practiced tag team they turned on Willy and Kevin.

Taylor moved behind Willy and laced his fists together. He slammed them hard into the small of Willy's back. Willy howled in pain and released Wes. Wes crumbled to his knees clutching his battered and bruised gut.

Martin had waited a long time to get his hands on Kevin. Martin gripped Kevin by the neck and spun him around. Before Kevin could raise his hands, Martin sent three snake strike punches to the Posse leader's slim stomach.

Kevin whished out his air as he stumbled back into the corner and clutched his stomach Martin advanced with his fist clenched.

Taylor had Willy in the opposite corner and was sending hard fists to his ripped abs. Willy could not stand up under the power punches from the Beast and started to drop to his knees.

Martin and Taylor locked eyes, grinned then whipped Kevin and Willy across the ring and into each other. The two teens rammed together and slammed heads. Both fell to the mat and rolled out of the ring.

The audience cheered loudly as the two rivals worked together to rescue Wes.

Martin and Taylor then moved over and helped the battered LW to his feet.

Wes draped his arms across both of their shoulders as they helped him from the ring and back to the locker room.

== The Locker Room, after the match. ==

Wes was sore and disappointed he had lost a match he should have won. He knew had Willy not gotten involved he would have beaten Kevin. Wes vowed he would get a rematch with Willy. He wanted his title back, now more than ever.

Martin and Taylor stayed with Wes to make sure there would not be another sneak attack.

There was an awkward silence in the locker room. It was a well-known fact Taylor and Martin did not like each other. But both had put their personal differences aside to help a friend.

Wes thanked both teens. He owed Taylor. This was the second time today, Taylor had saved his ass.

As Martin turned to leave Taylor spoke. "Marty, watch your back. They will be out to get us."

Martin turned and looked at Taylor. "Yeah they will. By the way, smart move leaving the Posse. That took guts, Beast."

Taylor nodded. "I should have listened to you. You were right all along."

Martin nodded. "Hey bud, we all make mistakes." Martin then moved over and extended his hand to Taylor.

Wes watched as two bitter rivals shook hands.

Martin and Taylor then headed back to the arena to watch the upcoming match.

Wes was still pissed and hurting as Joey, Patrick and Elton entered the locker room.

Joey sat beside Wes and told him not to think about this defeat. "Come on Wes. Buck up. You had Kevin beat till Willy interfered."

Wes nodded. "Willy and I have a score to settle." Wes's eyes were dark and his fists clenched as he thought about getting another shot at Willy for the title. Wes knew he could take the tough blond boy and make him pay for his back stabbing and blatant interference.

Joey and Patrick recognized the look in Wes's eyes. They knew he was a teen on a mission.