jimsub81 Night of Champs: MW Title.

Championship night got off to a great start as the tough lightweight Chaz got another solid but brutal win over former LW Champion Samuel.

The Middleweight match was almost ready to get under way. Luke stood with his new Posse family members. Things were going well for the Posse. They held the LW title stood a good chance to capture the Heavyweight with Rusty, and Middleweight titles tonight. The latter was where Luke came in. He and Kevin had convinced Hilario that he, Luke, was the top contender for the MW title. There were few that could disagree. Kevin was confident in Luke's ability to dethrone Hilario who he viewed as a one shot wonder.

Willy, Stefan, Kyle, and Jacoby were involved in a 4 on 4 tag team event to follow later. Rusty was alone collecting his thoughts before his shot at TW fame. That left Steve, Philip and Kevin to offer Luke his final encouraging words. Despite what Kevin believed the rest of them knew Hilario was a tough customer and realized that Luke was in for perhaps the biggest test of his career. Unlike Rusty who preferred to be alone before a big match, Luke needed his ego boosted and his confidence level raised and his Possemates did their best to bolster both.

This match was to be the start of a big night at TW. The crowd was noisy and excited as the ring got ready to do the introductions.

Luke got up and got ready to take the ring as he being the challenger would be introduced first. Kevin was distracted by someone calling him. Steve said to LW Philip, "Hey I think Willy wanted to see you. Something about his tag match tonight. It sounded important." At that Philip took off leaving Steve alone with Luke which is exactly what Steve wanted.

The announcer was welcoming the crowd and Luke's heart was racing as he was just moments from the biggest match of his life. Steve said, "Hey buddy I hope you do well out there." Luke nodded an agreeing look. Steve went on, "I know I wouldn't want to be in your shoes. Got to hand it to you Luke you got guts putting it all on the line like this." Luke knew this was a big match but Steve had him confused. That was the last thing he needed right now and said, "Steve what the fuck are you talking about?" Steve shrugged and said, "Come on Luke you know damn well that if you lose tonight Kevin is going to drop you like a hot potato." Luke was really annoyed at Steve laying this sort of shit on him at a time like this and said loudly, "Steve I have NO IDEA what you are talking about! Kevin supports me all the way he told me so." Steve shrugged his broad shoulders again and said, "Well there's support! We all know Kevin always keeps his promises" Steve didn't even try to hide the sarcasm in his voice. He went on, "From what I can tell Kevin's going to have the MW jacket back in Posse hands tonight no matter who wins. If you do that's great but if you lose I bet Kevin lands Hilario and you're history." Luke didn't believe a word Steve said and told him so and also, "Steve just get the hell away from me I can't deal with this shit now!"

Meanwhile Hilario was standing by himself psyching himself for the coming battle. He was the TW version of "The Lone Wolf" he didn't have friends nor did he seem to want any. He was never rude to his fellow wrestlers but neither did he try to make friends. He seemed content in his role as a loner. Martin walked up to him just before the introductions. Hilario drew back cautious of the dangerous boy. Martin extended his hand and said, "Good luck tonight Hilario. I know you beat me but I'd hate to see that jacket you have on back under the rat Kevin's control. I hope you whip Luke's ass out there!" Hilario took the hand and shook it saying, "Thanks a lot man! I plan to kick his butt!" The two met eyes and a knowing look passed between them. Hilario gave the slightest hint of a smile and said, "And Martin, the next title shot is yours!" Martin gave a slight grin in return and swatted the rough looking boy's butt and went into the arena to take his seat.

Philip returned and said, "Steve, Willy didn't want to see me, what the hell?" Luke had been suspicious that Steve was up to something but now he was sure of it.

"The first event at TW Championship night is the Middleweight title fight. First the Challenger, standing 5 feet 11 inches and weighing in at 183 pounds...LUKE!" Luke brushed past Steve without speaking. Philip wished him well and Luke gave the LW a smile as Philip patted his back. The audience was booing at the name of Luke like they did all Posse members. Luke was too pumped up to really care. He was going to get the MW jacket tonight. He was sure of it. He had been part of TW since the beginning and now all his work was going to pay off. He slid beneath the lower ropes and began limbering up as the announcer went on. "And, his opponent standing 6 feet even and weighing in at 185 pounds, the TW MIDDLEWEIGHT CHAMPION...HILARIO!" The tough looking Hispanic teen entered to a warm welcome. Most all the fans remembered how this boy defeated the long time Champion Martin. His debut win was a title victory and an impressive one at that. Hilario got in and the two faced off. "This match is to be decided by submission only and there is no time limit!"

They were almost like night and day. Luke looked like the classic hero; handsome, blonde hair, clean cut, looking like he stepped off the pages of "All American Boy Next Door Weekly" Hilario looked like the storybook villain; rather unkempt hair, a weeks growth of soft downy whiskers and tattered and torn cut off denim shorts where Luke wore expensive black spandex trunks. Luke looked like the handsome Sheriff and Hilario like at nasty bank robber in an old Western movie. After final instructions and a check for illegal items the bell rang and the championship fight was on...

They came out and cautiously circled. Luke slapped his own chest a few times and Hilario was in a grappling stance as they circled. They went in for a lock up at the same time. They were quite evenly matched in the strength department. Hilario knew that Luke would try and nail him in the groin or belly soon. He wasn't disappointed as Luke raised a knee. Hilario was waiting for the slightest indication of the move and he sidestepped and hooked his own foot around the back of Luke's supporting leg and tripped him backward.

Luke landed on his back with Hilario driving a a forearm into his upper chest. Luke flailed away at Hilario striking him across the side of the head knocking him off. Hilario was up first though and stomped down on Luke's stomach with a big boot. Luke grimaced and Hilario sent another hard stomp down onto the challenger's belly. Again Luke arched up and Hilario stomped down again. Luke was ready this time though and caught the size 14 boot and gave it a quick twist Hilario had to turn with the twist least his knee be dislocated. He fell face first into the ropes. Luke dropped the foot and got to his feet as Hilario was turning around.

Luke sent a hard shot to the sternum winding the Champ. He grabbed the head and bulled Hilario to the canvas. Luke pulled Hilario's arm into a chicken wing and raised and dropped a knee to the lower back getting a satisfying grunt out of the tough kid. Luke then let go of the arm, stood and drove his left foot to the back of the head slamming Hilario's face off the mats stunning him momentarily. He then dropped his right knee down into the meaty backside of Hilario's thigh. He yanked the back of Hilario's head and pulled him to his feet.

No sooner did he get Hilario up than he sent a hard kick to that same thigh muscle. Hilario fell backward but caught himself in a bridge. Luke took aim and plowed a fist down into the outstretched stomach breaking the bridge and flattening Hilario. Luke then dropped an elbow that Hilario saw coming. He rolled away and Luke hit mats.

Hilario rolled across the ring knowing Luke was not really hurt just stunned. Luke had the momentum. He had to break it. He rolled to slide out under the ropes. Luke recovered and saw him. He no way wanted Hilario the chance to collect himself. Luke ran across the ring to keep Hilario from exiting it. But he was too late and Hilario was down to the arena floor and shaking the cobwebs from his head. He didn't see Luke that close to him but soon he felt Luke's hand grab hold of his hair from over the top rope.

The referee was warning Luke to allow Hilario a chance to enter. Luke released the hold on the hair. As soon as he did Hilario reached through the ropes, grabbed Luke behind the knees and pulled his feet out from under him. Luke fell to his back and Hilario pulled Luke's legs till his hips bent over the ring apron leaving his upper body inside. Hilario then bent Luke's body further by pressing down on the legs bending Luke over the ring apron. With Luke's midsection wide open Hilario sent in a volley of punches that slammed Luke's abdomen and everything inside it! Luke jerked his body at every blow and pounded the mats in frustration. He was trapped for the moment.

Luke was saved by the referee though. As soon as Hilario had begun his attack the ref began counting him. Hilario just missed the DQ and got back to the ring apron and jumped back in landing both feet on Luke's chest in doing so.

An elbow drop to the forehead made Luke wrap both arms over his head and thrash wildly at the mats. Now it was Hilario that pulled Luke to his feet he spun him into the ropes and hooked him with an arm drag on the rebound. Luke's backside went slamming to the mats and he sat there holding both hands to his lower back, his face etched in pain. Hilario sent a hard kick to Luke's chest that knocked him back. He then pushed off the ropes and came down with a knee drop aimed at Luke's vulnerable, soft stomach. Now it was Luke's turn to dodge which he did, barely and Hilario's knee impacted the mats where a second before Luke's stomach had been.

The pain of that missed drop was evident as Hilario fell over holding his knee and grimacing in pain. Luke was hurting too but fought through it and moved in on the wounded Champ like a coyote on an injured rabbit. A sharp kick to the top of the head to make sure he stayed hurt followed by a dropping punch to the navel had Hilario right where Luke wanted him, at his mercy.

Luke showed his strength and jerked Hilario up and down in a hard body slam. He dropped an elbow across the taunt chest of the tough Hispanic and then hoisted him up in another crotch slam. WHAM! Hilario hit the mats hard as Luke powered him back down. Luke then went back to the leg he had worked on earlier. He dropped his full weight into a knee that mashed the Champ's thigh muscle. Hilario hated to but had to let out a slight cry at the pain he felt. He tried to sit up and get in a lick at Luke but a big boot to the chest put Hilario right back down.

Luke was warned by the referee for the low blows and he promised not to do it again. Luke went to the opposite ropes and leaned against them rubbing his sore back. He knew Hilario was going to be tough but he never thought he'd be this tough!

The two battered warriors came out and again circled each other trying to find a flaw in the other's armor.

They locked up in classic collar & elbow. Again, their evenly matched strength was evident as neither got a firm advantage. After several minutes of pressing and straining against the other. Hilario's superior conditioning seemed to assert itself. He slowly began to slide Luke into a side head lock. Luke felt himself being taken into the hold and lashed out with a blind jab that hit exactly where he hoped it would..Hilario's throat!

The Champ released him gagging and coughing but not before he gave Luke a parting shot of his own in the form of a sharp upper kick to the stomach. Both stumbled to opposite ropes. Both were furious at the other now tempers exploded as they charged each other. Their hard bodies slapped together with a wet splatting sound. Each felt the jarring through their bodies as they slammed into each other. Hilario got his hands to Luke's chest and shoved the blonde teen back to a corner. Hilario came in and grabbed Luke's hand to flip him out of the corner but Luke took control and jerked Hilario back into the turnbuckles he had just been resting against.

Hilario hit chest first and Luke sent a hard kick to the injured leg still targeting it. Hilario fell backward and Luke caught him from behind. Hilario twisted quickly though and snaked his arm up and around Luke's head and dropped down DDTing him. He then got in behind Luke and applied an abdominal stretch.

Luke felt the hold in two places; his stomach of course but in his lower back that had been so abused earlier as well. Hilario rocked back and cranked harder. Luke screamed out in pain as Hilario went for the finisher.

Hilario already had Luke pulled as far as he could and the tough, blonde challenger was not submitting. He decided use his right hand and drove it into Luke's stomach five times getting a good grunt from the boy each time. He then took his hand and carefully placed his thumb into Luke's deep navel and the rest of his fingers into the soft gut meat below and clamped on his claw with all his strength!

Luke jerked his body and groaned through gritted teeth. Hilario was exploiting his weakest point, his abs. The referee saw Luke's pain and got down next to him and said, "Are you ready to give it up son?" Luke's mind raced a mile a minute as the words, 'give it up' went through it. He had waited so long for this chance, had made so many deals, had fought so many matches and now it seemed all for nothing as Hilario dug down and found more power somewhere inside himself and drove his hard, almost steel like fingers deeper into Luke's quiver belly. Luke screamed out at the referee but loud enough for the whole building to hear, "No fucking way!"

As he shouted his refusal to submit he reached his hand back and found Hilario's head he locked his arm around it and flipped the Hispanic teen over and bulled his face to the mats. With the hold broken Luke wanted nothing more than to relax and rub his aching stomach and back but he knew he had just a few moments to get his long sought after victory.

Luke got to his feet as quickly as his battered body would allow and got over Hilario. He dropped down and sent his knee back to the same right leg he had worked on throughout the match. Hilario cried out a little that time. Luke then pulled Hilario up. The Champ was unable to put much pressure on his right leg and almost fell back.

Hilario knew he had blown a good chance to win but he still had fight and he showed it but whacking Luke across the pecs with a heavy backhand chop. Luke was impressed and angered at the blow and fired back with a hard fist to the liver. Hilario doubled over slightly and Luke grabbed him in a side head lock and raised a knee to the hard abs a few times. Luke brought the last knee raise up hard enough to lift Hilario's feet off the mats.

Luke then got in behind and wrapped a reverse bear hug on the Champ. He squeezed and then threw himself back into the ropes. On the recoil he turned the bear hug into a power sidewalk slam! Hilario hit hard and didn't seem to move. Luke then slipped on a reverse figure four leg lock and leaned back on his arms and let his strong legs to the damage to Hilario's.

Hilario could raise his head and pound his fists to the mats and that was the extent of his movement abilities. His eyes were squinted and his amazingly white teeth were bared as he bore the incredible pain. He pounded the mats in both fury and frustration but Luke had him and he knew it. The referee squatted next to him and said, "Champ? You giving in?" Hilario heard the word, 'Champ'. he liked it.

He never bragged but he did like to hear himself called that. The idea of losing that title was heartbreaking for him. But when Luke began bouncing to add even more tension to his trapped legs, especially his wounded right one he knew it was over. With Luke delivering him terrible pain he wrapped both arms over his head to hide his tears and said, "OK, OK I submit!"

The referee stood and called for the bell. Luke relaxed and lay flat on his back exhausted. The announcer came on saying, "Here is your winner..And NEW TW MIDDLEWEIGHT CHAMPION...LUKE!" The crowd booed the outcome as expected but a bunch of wrestlers known as the Posse were thrilled beyond belief. Led by their slippery leader Kevin they charged into the ring to congratulate Luke.

Even Stefan, Kyle and Willy who had a big multi-teen tag match coming up in a few minutes came into celebrate. Stefan and Philip helped Luke up and Kevin took his arm and raised it showing off both Luke and making a point that Luke was one of "his" to everyone. The audience booed but it didn't lessen the victor's joy.

Hilario had pulled himself back to his corner. Using the ropes he got to his feet. He could barely stand. He saw the title jacket still where he had left it at the ring post he picked it up just as the referee came over and said, "Sorry son, this isn't yours anymore." With nothing more than that he took the jacket and suddenly it hit Hilario, he was no longer the Champ. He felt devastated and lost.

Luke put on the Champ's jacket and it fit perfectly. The crowd continued to boo and the Posse continued to celebrate as they walked down the path to the locker room.

Steve was not with tehm and Luke took note of that. He had a few things to tell Kevin about the seemingly disgruntled Heavyweight when they had a moment together.

Hilario was forgotten about as he slipped out of the ring and almost fell when he tried to walk. He was suddenly supported by the strong arms of Martin. He gave Hilario a knowing look. Martin did indeed know exactly how Hilario felt. Hilario gave Martin a slight nod of acknowledgment though no words were spoken. The two former Middleweight Champions made their way back to the lockers as the crowd gave them a warm round of applause.