RyanCarrWeber Kevin & Eric vs. Lucien

Kevin laughed to himself presently. He was, for once, alone, in his room. He sat at his computer, absently scrunching the soft carpet between his toes as he veritably cracked up. Had one been looking over his shoulder, one could see that he was looking at his list of those in his Posse - including a little-thought of, very recent addition: Eric. Kevin relaxed and smiled to himself - this would be fun.

He could scarcely decide the future he wanted to give to Eric. The boy could take punishment - that much was very obvious. But he lacked the strength, skill and experience to go very far without taking some serious knocks. Knocks. Hmmm. Kevin was reminded of a series of matches which had happened months ago, in which Lucien alternated between getting beaten down by various lightweights and beating them down. The corners of Kevin's mouth curled into a grin as the cogs turned within his mind. Lucien had seen very little action since his return and subsequent destruction of three lightweights simultaneously.

Over a few more moments' thought, the lightweight had designed a plan which, in his mind, would be beneficial to everyone, without being too harmful to anyone in particular. He typed two emails. The first went to Lucien, simply asking the fat boy to call him later. The second, below, was to Eric:

"Hey, man, what's up? I just got a challenge from Lucien. Tubby's sad cause he hasn't had good matches for some time and challenged any two Posse lightweights to a handicap match. And I think you're just the guy. You showed how tough you were last week when Chris and Tim teamed up on you. I'll be your partner, personally, so we can show Lucien what a tubby idiot he really is. I think this will be a great way for you to enter the Posse with a BANG. Let me know. Kevin."

The next Friday evening at TW, Kevin and Eric officially challenged Lucien to the match. Afterward, Kevin patted Eric on the back, "we're gonna kick his ass. I know it." Eric just smiled. Neither Christian nor Tim had ever shown such confidence in him. He didn't like the stigma of the Posse, but was glad for having joined it. They went their separate ways, scheduled to meet at TW around 11 the next morning to warm up for the one o'clock match.

On Saturday, Eric got to TW five minutes early, eager to train with Kevin, who, behind all the talk and showboating, really was a talented young wrestler. He was waiting outside the front door - Kevin would arrive with the key - when the payphone by the side of the building rang. Curious, he answered. "Hey, Eric, it's Kevin," came the voice from the other end, "I'm running late. I'm in the car right now, should be there in about fifteen minutes or so."

"That's cool, Kev, I'll see you -" Eric's voice cut off.

"Eric?! HELLO? ERIC!?!" Kevin yelled at the phone, but Eric was already out of range. As Eric spoke on the phone, two teens, masked and dressed in black, had come up from behind. One pulled him into a sleeper while covering his mouth with a hand, while the other picked up his legs. They carried him, struggling and whimpering, behind the building. The one who had him in the sleeper deftly maneuvered Eric into a full nelson. The other let his legs dangle, and went behind the dumpster. It was a blur of movement and pain next for Eric, but he was fairly sure he heard the slightly taller of the two, as he came out from behind the dumpster with a bat, say, "this is for holding us back for a year," as he slammed the bat into Eric's slight gut.

He discarded the bat, and the other let Eric fall to a fetal position on the ground. They proceeded to stomp and kick the small teen. Eric couldn't believe his former friends really hated him this much. One of them stepped on his back, pushing Eric flat on his stomach while blindfolding him tightly. He pulled the battered teen up into a Nelson again. The other teen, somewhere in front of Eric, slammed a fist deep into his gut, right where the bat had hit. Five more minutes of gut and chest torture ensued before, until just as Eric was becoming mildly lethargic from a series of about ten groin shots in a row, he heard a voice very distinctly Kevin's shout, "CHRIS! GET OFF HIM, ASSHOLE." Next Eric saw, Kevin was standing over him with the bat looking at the retreating forms of the attackers.

"You all right?" Kevin asked, his face a mask of pure concern. Eric just moaned, barely muttering an 'I think so.' Kevin pulled him to his feet and helped him inside. As they got to the changing area, Eric found his legs again and ran into the bathroom, where Kevin heard him heaving. Eric emerged a minute later, and Kevin guided him to one of the trainers' tables, where the kid lay down. "You've had enough workout this morning. Just rest. I'll see about getting Willy to team with me later."

Eric wanted to protest, but knew he shouldn't. Kevin knew best. Eric closed his eyes, and was aware that Kevin remained standing next to where he lay for several minutes before walking off, shortly before Eric drifted to sleep.

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Eric woke up a bit later, feeling better but still very sore throughout his torso, to the sound of Kevin trying to rouse him. Lucien was there too. "Eric, wake up. Lucien is insisting that either you be my partner or I face him alone." Eric was still groggy, and looked at the hulking frame of the heavyweight, who looked as mean as ever. Eric looked at Kevin, whose brown eyes were pleading, and said, "of course, I'm still in, Kev. I owe you for before." Kevin turned to Lucien. "Allright, fatty, we're on." Lucien walked away, and Kevin helped Eric to his feet. "Don't worry, dude, I'll start against him. You won't even need to get involved, probably."

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"LADIES and GENTLEMEN, the following match is a challenge handicap match. Entering first, the challengers, here are lightweights KEVIN and ERIC!" The audience's reaction was mild as the two posse members entered, Mary J. Blige's "Family Affair" playing over the system. The overwhelming distaste for Kevin was somewhat mollified by the lack of any reaction for Eric."

"Their opponent, weighing in at a massive 252 pounds, barely ten pounds less than his opponents' combined weight, please welcome superheavyweight, LUCIEN." Lucien got mild and polite applause, almost inaudible over the music - ICP. He lumbered to the ring, his eyes on little Eric. The kid looked so innocent. Lucien would enjoy this so much - he'd once again get a reaction - albeit a bad one - from the crowd.

"Finally, a special referee to keep everything in check, ROBY!" The heavyweight, who had not seen action in awhile, walked to the ring wearing a ref's shirt and took his position. He checked the wrestlers.

As he promised, Kevin started against Lucien. They stood facing each other. Eric watched on. The bell rang.

The wrestlers faced off, Kevin smirking smugly at the super heavy, and Lucien looking sinister and huge. They circled, and finally Lucien lunged his massive frame towards the lightweight. Kevin dropped, crawling between Lucien's legs. When Lucien turned, Kevin, his back on the mat, plunged both feet into the heavyweight's belly. Lucien groaned, somewhat dramatically, and clutched his stomach. Kevin grabbed a meaty wrist and tried propelling Lucien into the ropes, but the big teen just laughed, staying put and pulling Kevin close and into a bearhug. Kevin was well off the mat, his small torso crushed into Lucien's girth by the heavyweight's arms at his lower back. The Posse leader grimaced as he pushed against Lucien and the effort only aggravated his lower back further. Kevin finally resorted to an eye-gouge, for lack of any other means of escape. Lucien staggered back, rubbing his eyes, and Kevin fell to the mat, arching and favoring his back.

He was somewhat slow to rise, and by the time he had, Lucien was getting his bearings again. Kevin acted quickly and launched a dropkick, which connected with the heavy's chest. Lucien staggered, but recovered. Kevin tried another, and Lucien side-stepped the maneuver. Kevin fell hard to the mat beside Lucien, and the heavyweight capitalized with a huge legdrop across Kevin's back. The lightweight was seriously winded, and knew he needed to tag. As Lucien got up, Kevin rolled out of the ring, catching his breath and regrouping. He walked around closer to his own corner. As Roby neared a count-out, Kevin slipped into the ring and through Lucien's legs. Lucien turned, and Kevin, still on the mat, tripped him, narrowly getting out of the way as Lucien fell heavily to the canvas. Kevin got up quickly, still favoring his back, and tagged in Eric, who had been anxiously wanting to come to his leader's aid since the match began.

The two boys approached Lucien as he was getting up and double-dropkicked his massive gut. Lucien doubled forward, holding his stomach, and Kevin wrapped an arm around his head. Eric followed suit, despite Roby's protests, and the two boys double-DDT'd the heavyweight to the mat. Lucien rolled to his back, stunned, as Kevin left the ring, and Eric's mind raced to figure out what to do. Knowing he should keep the bigger wrestler down, Eric bounced off the ropes and launched both knees into Lucien's gut, deciding this was the heavyweight's weakness. Lucien's hands shot to tend his gut, and Eric tried the monumental challenge of rolling the heavyweight over onto his front-side, succeeding only after a great exertion of effort. He grabbed Lucien's left ankle and pulled it up as far as he could behind the heavy, and slammed it three times into the mat.

Lucien knew that he had to get to his feet, as hard as the shots to his knee might have made that feat. He rolled to his back, virtually ignoring Eric's attempts at keeping him where he wanted him. The heavyweight pulled himself to his knees. Eric slammed a kick to the big teen's already-worked gut. Lucien winced, but got to his knees. As he got to one foot, Eric surprised the heavy with a bulldog from behind, smashing Lucien's head into the mat. This little runt had to pay, Lucien was thinking as he again started getting up, this time making all haste to do so. Eric could do little to keep Lucien down, as the heavyweight steamrolled his way to a standing position. Eric lifted a knee to the gut, hoping to work the weak spot. Lucien felt the shot hit hard, but ignored it, swatting at Eric to get some space. Eric narrowly dodged the back-hand, and now had to face Lucien as though the match were just beginning. He did not like the prospect.

The teens circled, each waiting for the other to make the first move, with Lucien setting the pace at a slow and methodical movement. Eric finally backed into the ropes behind him, bouncing off with a well-aimed drop-kick to the chest. Lucien staggered, and the lightweight followed up with another, aiming carefully to avoid Kevin's mistake. Lucien dropped to one knee, and Eric moved deftly behind the behemoth, standing on his calf to keep him grounded while wrapping his thin arms around Lucien's neck in a tight sleeper. Lucien tried pulling Eric's arms off him, but they were locked on tight, and the heavyweight began fading very soon. He tried getting up, but the pain from Eric's standing right in the crook of his knee pre-empted that. Lucien leaned back as he started to feel himself getting tired, and became vaguely aware of his back pushing Eric off his leg. The realization gave him a rush of adrenaline as he knew what to do and did it, standing immediately, fighting hard not to fall over due to light-headedness and the 130-pound teen hanging from his neck.

Eric continued to crank on the sleeper, but knew as soon as Lucien stood that he was in trouble. He wrapped his legs around Lucien's midsection for better leverage. The heavyweight continued to stagger, fighting to maintain balance despite the albatross hanging behind him. He grabbed Eric's legs, securing him against him, and took charge with the tried and true method - by slamming his full weight backwards into a corner, crushing Eric. The lightweight's grip instantly loosed, Lucien let Eric slump into the corner, grabbing the top ropes to slam himself into the boy again. He leaned forward, and slammed back into turnbuckles, as Eric dodged under his arm, falling to his hands and knees in front of Lucien.

Lucien stepped forward, planting one foot on the back of one of Eric's calves to keep him from going anywhere, and slammed a double axe handle to the boy's back, which laid him out flat. Lucien stepped from Eric's calf onto his back, standing on the small teen while he whimpered under the heavy's mass. Lucien stepped off, and waited. Eric rolled to his side, his whole torso beginning to be sore, and began to get up. Lucien was right there, and guided the boy's head to a position between his meaty thighs. Lucien stood, tightening his grip on Eric's head into an exacting standing head scissors. Eric fought to keep from sinking to his knees, though it was difficult. The pressure on his head was tiring, and the girth of Lucien's gut resting on his upper back didn't help. Lucien gave the boy a minute to squirm before beginning to pound double axe handles to his lower back. These sent Eric quickly to his knees, and Lucien pulled him back to his feet several times to increase the impact, all the while holding Eric's head tightly between his thighs.

When Lucien tired of the hold, he grabbed Eric around his waist and heaved him up and over his head, and down again for a powerbomb. Eric was out on his feet, and Lucien went for a cheap cover, placing one foot on the lightweight's chest. Eric rolled out to break the count, and Lucien just shrugged and elbow-dropped the boy. Eric sagged, but still rose to his hands and knees when Lucien got up. The heavyweight pulled Eric to his feet and backed him into a corner, draping his arms over the top rope. Kevin looked on, wanting no part of it, while Lucien pounded Eric's chest with a series of chops. The boy shocked after each blow, grunting and sagging as his chest began to sting. Lucien, however, was not content, and ripped Eric's shirt off, revealing the slight (and slightly reddened) chest beneath. Lucien continued chopping, the shards of Eric's shirt hanging from his arms behind him as he sunk further from consciousness under each heavy chop.

Eric was in a world of pain. His chest was reddening with every hit, and he felt himself becoming faint. He had to get to Kevin, had to tag out - then everything would be good. He mustered everything he had and kicked, wildly, hoping to connect with anything to give himself a reprieve. Lucien saw the lightweight get ready for the kick, but could do nothing but watch as Eric's feet plunged into his crotch. Lucien staggered back and fell to his side, his hands shooting to his groin, from which fiery pain and mild nausea were beginning to radiate. Eric had hit the behemoth with everything he had. Eric fell from the corner to his hands and knees and began crawling toward his corner. Until now, Roby had felt very sorry for little Eric, but he had mostly always been a straight-shooter and could not abide the lowblow. He got in Eric's way. "Eric, that was illegal and you know it," he said, calmly, looking down on the kid. "You'd better not do that again."

"Could you move, please?" Eric asked as he got to his feet. He tried to sidestep Roby, but the heavyweight would have none of it. "No I won't move. You'll listen. You do not hit below the belt." Eric wanted to explain but, exhausted as he was, he basically only whimpered. Meanwhile Lucien was starting to get up. Eric noticed this and, nearly with tears in his eyes, tried to push past Roby. The ref, again, saw only the violation (missing the motivation) and held his ground. Eric continued to try to push past, and this only made Roby less sympathetic. Finally, after Eric came dangerously close to hitting the ref's groin, Roby hollered, "you will NOT push me around," and slapped Eric, who was by now actually tearing up, hard across the face. Eric was dumbstruck as he spun around, and horrified when he had, for in front of him, with a wicked grin and a closed fist, was Lucien.

A single, massive gutpunch felled Eric like a sapling struck by a truck. Kevin darted through the ropes, feeling he had to do SOMEthing, and almost got to Eric before Roby caught him and roughly pushed him back to his own corner. Lucien, meanwhile, pulled Eric back to his feet and set him up for a new finisher he had been wanting a small guinea pig for. He picked the teen up, front to front and upside down, like for a tombstone piledriver, and he began to squeeze, cracking the boy's back in the upside-down bearhug. Eric groaned and yelled in the hold, but refused to submit. He knew he could still do something useful - get to Kevin. But Lucien held him there, ignoring Eric's weak attempts to dig his fingers into the back of his knees, and squeezed harder and harder. Sure enough, Eric fell limp very shortly and continued to grow weaker in Lucien's crushing grip. Roby asked if Eric submitted and he said "no." A minute later, Roby lifted Eric's arm up from where it hung limply to the mat. It fell once. A second time, it began to fall, but Eric pulled it back up to his side before it got half-way down. Kevin was astonished, and proud of Eric despite himself.

"Perfect," muttered Lucien. He shifted Eric a bit, pulling him a bit higher against his massive belly, and then jumped, slamming forward onto Eric in a reverse standing moonsault. What little air was in the boy's chest puffed out as he was crushed under the heavyweight's girth. Lucien was grinning from ear to ear as he humiliatingly sat back on the boy's face for a pin, which he got up from at two anyway. Eric was breathing hard. When Lucien got up, his hands went to his chest, which was aching from the assault. Lucien wasn't done yet, though. He delivered an elbow drop which Eric thought might have broken his forearms, and then dragged Eric slightly around so that he was parallel with the ropes. Lucien bounced off the ropes by Eric's head, then off the ones by his feet, and, now at full speed, again of the first set before launching himself onto Eric's small frame in the same position, crushing the boy's chest under his belly and sitting back onto his face for an easy pin.

Roby raised Lucien's hand in victory and congratulated him. Roby held his hands aloft for a few seconds before again grabbing his crotch. "Still fucking hurts," he said to Roby, "little prick." Roby was generally not easily swayed to do things he generally thought wrong. But generally wrong - like double-teaming an already-beaten lightweight - and always wrong - like hitting below the belt - were two very different things, and he saw no reason why the former could not be used to punish the latter, once the latter had already been committed. He rationalized this in a second while Kevin was entering to help Eric, and then said to Lucien, "yeah, I suppose he needs to be taught a lesson."

Lucien smiled wickedly as Roby pulled off his ref's shirt, revealing a finely sculpted and wonderfully tanned torso. The heavyweight was, in stark contrast to Lucien, almost all muscle. The fat boy attacked Kevin, lifting him up and powerslamming him before he had a chance to react, while Roby went over to Eric and sat hard on his already sore chest. He leaned in close to his face and slapped him a few times to bring the boy back to full consciousness. Eric looked petrified, and on the verge of more tears, as Roby said, calmly, "you do NOT hit low. Now you learn that." Roby got up and he and Lucien each took one of Eric's legs; the wishbone that followed made Eric think something had been torn down there and he balled into the fetal position. Lucien, however, pushed him back to his back, planting a foot on his chest to keep him there. Kevin was just beginning to get up as Roby again took Eric's ankles in his hands and spread his legs, this time delivering a huge, 224-pound legdrop to the boy's crotch. Eric screamed in pain, but could go nowhere for the foot pressing him to the mat. Kevin now approached, but Roby quickly pacified him with a DDT. Meanwhile, Lucien had sat down on Eric's chest and was mercilessly slapping him while he struggled to breathe under Lucien's weight. Eric's arms were tiredly and uselessly trying to move the heavyweight while his legs flailed behind him. Roby caught his legs and held them open, stomping once more with all his massive strength into the small teen's crotch. Then, finally, he said, "okay, Lucien, that's enough. Get up." Lucien obeyed, but as soon as Roby had begun to leave the ring, he splashed down once more onto Eric before finally leaving the two lightweights down and out in the ring.

After a few moments, the Posse ran to the ring and helped Kevin to his feet; he then went to Eric, fussing over the teen in a great show of pride. "You did so well…. I never could have lasted so long…. You're awesome." Eric tried a weak smile as he was helped back to the changing area, aching from head to toe and almost wanting never to wrestle again. Kevin smirked.

Afterword

Back to the night of the Match's genesis...

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Receiving the email two hours later, Lucien called Kevin. The Posse leader picked up and after a moment of small talk, he got to business. "Look," Kevin began, "I have a proposition for you. It will give you a win, make you look good, and do a few things for me."

"I'm listening," replied Lucien coolly, wary of the conniving lightweight's tendency to screw everyone but himself.

"Myself and my newly acquired job boy lightweight will challenge you to a handicap match, which you will accept. Regardless of whether he or I begin the match, you will end up destroying him and, in the process, making yourself look like the rookie wrecker you once were."

"Destroy one of your own Posse members? What's in that for you?"

"Well, I'll look fine. When you and I fight, we pull punches, see? Then, he gets destroyed and I stick by him, making him more loyal to me. I can use him for that later. And, of course, you'll owe me a favor sometime."

"Owe you a favor, eh? I don't like the sound of that."

"Not a big one, of course, as you're already doing me a favor by doing this. But, since you're getting more out of it than I am, you'll owe me." Lucien hesitated for over twenty seconds, and Kevin added, "how long ago was your last featured singles match, Lucien?"

"Fuck you. Fine, I'll do it. I don't guarantee a win, though. I have lost to lightweights who were on their game before."

"You won't lose to this one. He'll have been 'prepared for you' by two of my other boys, who, of course, he'll assume were his former tag partners."

"You are a sneaky little son of a bitch."

"I know. Isn't it great?" They hung up, and Kevin laughed some more.