hitokiri_aruku: Gabriel Vs Hansen

The moment he took off his shirt in the ring, Gabriel heard a snicker. The 5'10" middleweight turned his head over to his smaller, darker-skinned, brown-haired opponent. Hansen, or just Hans, he was called. He had an average build- just the slightest of flab around his belly, but that was because his six-pack hadn't moved in yet- and wore a shiny blue speedo. Hans also wore a grin as though he meant to share a really funny joke. His eyes were focused on Gabriel's chiselled, muscle-salient stomach, and the small sheen of gold centered within it. Gabriel followed his gaze and shrugged, his blonde locks shaking a bit as he turned his head down to the orifice just a couple inches higher from the white speedo he wore.

"What are you laughing at, kid?" Gabriel demanded. Hans only smirked, resting his hands on his slightly muscled hips. "Here I am, thinking I'm gonna have a great fight with a big bad middleweight, and you show up with a belly button ring. What are you, Shawn Michaels? Some Britney Spears-wannabe slut? Man, I don't know why I even bothered warming up."

Incensed, Gabriel put his knuckle in his other hand and gave it a squeeze. This kid was one of those kinds that mouthed off some smartass comment in his class and shot everybody a look like he knew he was better than them. An absolute prick. Gabriel would have no problem busting his ass. "Even though it's your first time, you're gonna scream like the little punkass bitch you are, kid." Gabriel glanced at the referee for this match- Robby, a friend of his from the middleweight division. "Pinfall, sub, and knockout, right?"

Robby nodded. "You know it. Close-fists are allowed, but the illegal holds and low blows still are out. Ready?"

Hans rubbed his hands together. He actually expected to have a challenge- maybe even a stalemate- but he decided not to show it. From personal experience, he found showing your true feelings in any situation meant getting smashed. "Let's just make this quick. Oh, and I'll try not to rip out your ring, Girly."

Robby cleared his throat, looking to the crowd of men and women in the gym. "Ladies, gents, tonight, we have the debut of a lightweight- standing 5'6", weighing 150 pounds even, is Hansen!"

Hansen shot his boyish grin off again, flexing kiddingly to the crowd. He knew he didn't have much muscle on him, but being out there in the speedo and showing off his pleasant form made him feel as though he had a chance. He got a modest pop from the audience- a few of the girls even whistled, "heeeey's" and "ow's" cheering him on. Hansen smacked his fists together and turned back to his opponent.

"And in this corner," Robby continued, "a middleweight, weighing in at 183 pounds, standing 5'10"...Gabriel!"

Gabriel got an even bigger pop than Hansen, and he raised his arm in acknowledgement, giving his supporters in the audience a modest smile. On one of the bleachers, he found his girlfriend, Jessica, waving with a big grin on her smooth face. Jessica was one of those girls that enjoyed seeing a rough-and-tough, hot wrestling match between two men in their prime. In that way, she was a unique catch; Gabriel was actually glad he'd found someone like her.

Hansen followed his gaze to Jessica, unbeknownst to Gabriel, and a hidden grin crossed his face. Robby caught it, but chocked it up to lust. He'd seen Jessica up close before, and she was something to look at. Still, the smile on Hansen's face... He shook it off. He raised his hands once, then signaled for the bell. "Keep it clean, guys. Go!"

Gabriel was not one to waste time, and waste time he did not. Shooting forward in a surprise sprint, he skidded by the startled Hansen and brought his knee slamming into the smaller boy's gut. Hansen jerked, doubling over Gabriel's hard knee with an "ooff!" He stumbled back towards the ropes, but Gabriel swung his right forearm up and over, clubbing Hansen over his back. Hansen's elbows jerked back in pain, but he did not go down. Moves sailed through his mind, the training taking over, and he wrapped his arms around Gabriel's taut stomach, locking his hands behind the older teen's back with a hard pump. Gabriel grunted as he found his belly squeezed in a bearhug, but marvelled at how ridiculously open Hansen had left himself.

He slipped an arm around Hansen's neck, pulling his head in tight, and Hansen found the blood rushing to his head. Panicking, he gave Gabriel a hard shove backwards, releasing his bearhug attempt to press a hand violently against Gabriel's stomach. Overbalanced, Gabriel stumbled back into the ropes, and found himself rebounded forward. Panting, Hansen bent over, lowering himself before Gabriel. Gabriel smirked, expecting a half-assed backdrop attempt-

-and found himself wheezing and crying out all at once as Hansen threw his shoulder into his belly, wrapping his arms around Gabriel's waist once more and sending him crashing into the mat in a takedown. Gabriel's head rammed against the mat, and he felt a muscle in his neck contort and pull. Grimacing in agony, Gabriel grabbed the back of his head, arching his back to quell the pain. Hansen got to his knees, and at the sight of Gabriel's prone body, a surge of adrenaline rushed through him- now was his chance to capitalize! The fight WOULD be short.

He pushed his hand against Gabriel's mouth and rose his other into a fist, then punched Gabriel hard in the belly. Hard. So hard that he felt the imprint of Gabriel's little piercing press into his younger knuckle. Gabriel's breath wheezed from his lungs, his entire face flushing red from the sudden abdominal pain. He tried to turn over, but Hansen had a firm hold of his equally firm belly. Grinning, Hansen punched him again in the gut, and again, and five more times before Robby stepped in.

"Break it up, don't pummel," Robby warned. Hansen gritted his teeth, but shrugged it off. The damage had already been done. He got to his feet, taking a step back, and waited. Gabriel gingerly got to one knee, holding his gut and neck as he- with great difficulty- got to his feet. However, his back was turned to Hansen, and seizing his chance, the younger boy rushed in and lifted his knee up, slamming it into the small of Gabriel's back. "Unnff!" Gabriel grunted, the blow forcing him to stumble chest-first into the turnbuckle. His arms flew to his chest, squeezing his eyes shut in tight pain. Hansen could've cared less, though; he stepped in, gripping Gabriel's shoulders, then turned him around. He grabbed Gabriel's arms, forcing them apart, and reeled back and viciously chopped Gabriel's intense, hard pecs. Gabriel gasped in shock and pain, fully forced into the turnbuckle, as the crowd voiced their approval.

"Whoo!"

Hansen grinned, reeling back to chop Gabriel again. "Whoo!" he said, in unison with the crowd. Another chop, another whoo! Another chop, another whoo! It continued another six agonizing times for Gabriel before Robby stepped in again. "Okay, break it up!" he warned. Hansen grinned again, as though he hadn't heard Robby, and gripped the top rope beside Gabriel with his hands. Reeling his leg back, he brought it up and sent the toes of his foot slamming into Gabriel's gut, just under his now-pummeled belly ring. Gabriel doubled over hard, wheezing as his eyes bugged out. "...haa...ahhh," he rasped breathlessly.

Robby stepped in and brought Hansen away. Hansen raised his hands, smiling disarmingly to Robby, and glanced back to Gabriel. "This all you bringing, man? You're a puss!" Gabriel glanced to him with rage, pushing his aching body off from the ropes. Damn, that muscle in his neck hurt like a son of a bitch...but not as much as this bastard's trash talk. "I'll...show you PUSS...you fucking prick!" He shoved himself from the ropes, swinging his right arm out in a vicious clothesline attempt. No WAY was this little barely-freshman dick beating him today.

Hansen would have to object. Gabriel's movements were so sluggish that he was able to step out of the way and make his move in a heartbeat. He snaked his left arm over Gabriel's left shoulder to press to the back of his swelling neck. Gabriel jerked, but Hansen wasn't done yet- leaning up to just barely match the taller boy's height, he hooked his left arm around Gabriel's neck, locking it with his right forearm. Gabriel, as well as the crowd, gasped in surprise- a cobra clutch.

"Nnnggk!" Gabriel grunted, his free arm waving about in panic. Despite his lesser weight, Hansen was actually succeeding in using his mass to bring Gabriel down by a bit, and the pressure on Gabriel's head was tremendous and painful. Gabriel's back arched, and Hansen had to revel in the fact that his puny little belly ring was bared for all to see. Hansen tightened his grip, testing his muscles against Gabriel's rock of a body. He twisted his hips from side to side, working Gabriel down. Gabriel fought, but the pain in his neck was too intense. It gave him a headache...the kind where you just can't fight through it when locked in a pressure hold. And he was getting...sleepy.

"That's it," Hansen grunted, a feeling of overwhelming satisfaction hitting him as Gabriel fell to one knee. He followed after him, leaning in and twisting his head to allow greater pressure. His arm muscles were already getting tired, but if they were that sore, Gabriel had to be fading fast. Hansen grinned as Gabriel began to weaken, his muscles tensing and his arm's movements fading from a writhing motion to a feeble grasp. Gabriel's skin warmed in a painful relaxation, and slowly, gradually, his knee gave out, and Hansen was able to ground him into a cobra clutch. He lay there behind Gabriel, on his right side as Gabriel kicked weakly on his, and leaned his head in to whisper to Gabriel, tasting the kill.

"Yeah...just two words, girly," Hansen grunted. "You give? I'll let you go." The offer was tempting to Gabriel- the pain of the move was intense enough, but the pressure on his bruised muscle was even worse. His muscles were gently relaxing, creeping ever closer into a tormented sleep, and he felt the pain beginning to numb him. Still, he couldn't give up, no matter what. Even if it would end the pain, even if it would arouse Jessica on some level, even if it meant damage to his neck, he would not let this bastard put him to sleep. "N...no chan...ce..." he slurred, dimly horrified to find his voice receding. Gradually, however, his mind began to dull, and he wondered if he'd even said it. He must have, for Hansen shrugged and pulled him in closer. "Your funeral."

Gabriel was tired, now. He tried to kick...felt nothing. His muscles were under so much pressure in his neck that they'd numbed totally, and he was in too much pain for his body to respond. Gradually, his eyelids began to flutter. His reddened chest and stomach, once contorted, relaxed into gentle, heaving motions. Hansen's grin turned into a smug smile, and he nestled his arms closer together, the feel of Gabriel's sweat against his biceps a sure sign of his oncoming victory. He was excited in more ways than one- he'd actually win, now!

Gabriel's eyes finally closed, and he stopped showing any signs of movement. The crowd held its breath, and Robby kneeled by Joseph, grabbing his free left arm. He raised it high, once, and grimaced at the limp feel of it. He dropped it, and it thumped ominously against the floor. "One!" Robby shouted. Hansen smiled, letting his hold relax a bit in confidence. "Yeah, thought so...what's a Shawn Michaels-wannabe got against me?" he whispered to Gabriel's unresponding cheek. Robby lifted Gabriel's arm again, and it dropped, draping over his barely moving belly. Robby twisted his lip- the cobra clutch had taken its toll. "Two," he said, disheartened. It'd be a blow to Gabriel's ego when he woke up.

Hansen's ego, however, was swelling. His opponent would make a shining trophy, with his bare muscles unmoving and his laden body destroyed beneath his heel. Hansen fully relaxed the hold on Gabriel, letting his opponent's unmoving head sink against his bicep. Hansen craned his head around until he spotted Jessica in the crowd, a half-worried, half-pleased expression on her face. He made a kissy-face at the redhead, winking as Robby raised Gabriel's hand for the last time. The crowd leaned forward, and Robby dropped Gabriel's hand-

"Th- NO!"

Gabriel's arm whipped back up moments before it hit the mat, and before Hansen could even look back at him, Gabriel shoved his elbow with all the power left in him firmly into Hansen's side. The point of the elbow slammed his belly, and Hansen's arm snaked in an instant around his gut. "HOOOoooffff...eeeaaah..."

Gabriel tore free of Hansen's other arm, shaking sweat from his aching head as he stumbled to his knees. Feint or no feint, half of him hadn't been faking when he'd been held helplessly in Hansen's grip. Nonetheless, Hansen's relaxation of the hold had bought him some recovery time, and the pain in his neck and belly had faded relatively. His chest still burned, but now it was with triumph. He'd underestimated Hansen- now, it was time to rectify that mistake.

Gabriel whirled on the downed boy who held his belly. Hansen was struggling to his knees, one arm still wrapped around his belly. Gabriel leaned over, grabbing him by the shoulders- and shoved him down again, smashing his body into the canvas. Hansen cried out in pain as his face rammed against the hard mat, and he clutched it in agony. Gabriel ground his teeth, his anger not nearly sated. He grabbed Hansen's arm, yanking him upright, and clubbed him hard across the neck. Hansen grunted again, stumbling over into the ropes. He hung over the top one for a moment, struggling to push off and rebound, but Gabriel was on him. He rammed his knee into the small of the boy's back, forcing it to arch. As Hansen's lean body bent, Gabriel wrapped his arm around Hansen's neck, squeezing tight into a dragon sleeper. Hansen writhed, his arms flying in panic to Gabriel's strong arm. Gabriel brought his other hand forward in a hard slap to Hansen's belly, using his own little innie as a target. "Who looks like a Britney Spears slut now, you bastard!?" Gabriel shouted, striking Hansen again and again, yet remaining within limits of the allowed pummeling.

Hansen's only reply was a strangled gasp. The crowd was on their feet now, howling support for Gabriel. The sound was like a slap in the face to Hansen- he'd wanted to get all the cheers. Gabriel, however, was clearly dominant, pumping his iron bicep against Hansen's throat. Hansen writhed, but only as much as Gabriel had in the cobra clutch. He began to go down on his knees, his head throbbing and his abs on fire. He moaned, deep in his throat, and Gabriel had to resist a snort. "Called me a Britney Spears-wannabe slut and now YOU'RE moaning?" He abruptly released Hansen, letting the younger teen drop to the mat. And drop he did.

Hansen slammed onto his side, wincing in pain. Gabriel didn't give him any time to recover, and sent his foot slamming into the boy's back. Hansen yelled in pain, but Gabriel had a meaner surprise in store for him. Gripping the top rope in front of him, Gabriel raised his foot and sent it down in repeated stomps to Hansen's back, pummeling muscle and wracking nerves. Hansen's yells turned to shrieks of pain, and for a moment, Gabriel almost pitied the other teen. Almost.

Gabriel saw Robby beginning to step in, and he stepped back, ceasing his assault on the weakened teen. Hansen gripped the bottom rope for support, his mouth dry and gaping as he swallowed rivulets of his own spittle. How could this have happened? It was his first match...he was supposed to win. Hansen rolled onto his side, wincing as pain shot up his spine. He barely had time to breath before Gabriel's hands wrapped around his head and pulled him up roughly. Pain wracked his body, and then twice as bad as Hansen found himself rammed into something solid- the turnbuckle.

"Listen to this, fucker," Gabriel whispered, and then viciously chopped Hansen's flat chest. Hansen writhed in the corner, his legs twitching involuntarily as pain shot through his torso. Good God, that hurt! Another hard chop lashed his chest, and he felt blood vessels within his skin rupture. Another savage slap won a strangled sob from him- he was actually crying. Gabriel was disgusted at the sight, and he cupped Hansen's chin in his hand. "Cry me a river," he snapped, forcing Hansen's head back. Hansen was forced to arch his back, coughing as he did so, and then he yelled again as Gabriel raised his hand high, high into the air, and brought it down in a Show Slap that whipped against his skin. Clutching his chest, Hansen went down on his knees, wincing in agony.

Gabriel grabbed the back of Hansen's speedo and his neck, forcing him up. Robby didn't see the tights being pulled. Gabriel shoved Hansen forward with all his power, sending the boy into the ropes. Hansen weakly rebounded, and found himself crying out loud before Gabriel levelled him with a thunderous clothesline. His forearm wrapped around Hansen's neck like a kendo stick being shattered, and Hansen was slammed into the mat with such force that the crowd gasped in horror. For a moment, they thought Gabriel had killed him. However, Hansen weakly twitched on the ground, his hands flailing gently. Gabriel stepped over to him, allowing himself a smirk, then raised his arm high and dropped, smashing the elbow into Hansen's chest.

"Eeeeeeaaaaaahhhh!" Hansen was screaming now, the elbow a damning club to his chest. Yet he could not submit- he could not say anything, his throat was so raw and his chest was in so much pain. He felt himself spread out again, only to shrivel up again as Gabriel rammed his elbow into Hansen's vulnerable, battered chest. Gabriel didn't strike him with another elbow- instead, he knelt across Hansen, grabbed his head, and repeatedly drove his fist into the crown of the boy's head. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten times his knuckle thudded against Hansen's skull, the crowd counting the repeated shots all the while. With each blow Hansen jerked a little less, and by the tenth, he wasn't even whimpering. Gabriel dropped the boy's head, and it crumpled against the mat, as though lifeless.

Gabriel stood up and looked Hansen over, expecting a response. However, he got none. The 14-year-old lay there, unmoving and spread-eagled, his stomach rising and falling steadily. For a moment, Gabriel thought he was out, and he kicked Hansen in the side. A groan from Hansen's parched lips disproved that, though with Gabriel's plans, not for long. He dropped to straddle the boy's waist, slapping his face from side to side. At first, Hansen didn't respond, his head darting from side to side. Gradually, however, he woke up a bit more, his eyes dull and pleading.

"N...da..." Hansen managed weakly, his vision a blur. Gabriel only smirked, grabbing the boy by the hair and forcing him to look into his eyes. "Now it's over, you little asshole," he spat. Letting go of Hansen's hair before Robby could interject, Gabriel slid his arms under the boy's armpits and hauled him upright against the ropes. Hansen barely moved and hung there, his head drooping and his hair beaded with sweat. His arms hung over the top rope and his legs bent as though about to give way, leaving his reddened chest and heaving belly bare to any assault Gabriel so desired. Gabriel took this moment to force Hansen's head up, the weakened teen's eyes tired and pained. "You want to come in here and talk fancy, kid? Well, here's what I think of that!" Gabriel shouted in his face, slapping the teen viciously. Hansen only moaned, beginning to slip from the ropes. Gabriel seized his opportunity and, mirroring Hansen's first move, slipped his arms around Hansen's gently muscled waist and began to squeeze.

"Hffft...nnngh..." were the only sounds that escaped Hansen's mouth, his tired eyelids beginning to droop. His arms sagged at his sides, forced to his tiptoes as the taller Gabriel squeezed his slender though anti-waif waist. He felt the oxygen expelled from his lungs, further drying his moist lips, and Hansen found he had no strength left. None- and if he did, he couldn't mount a counteroffensive. The tears had dried around his cheeks, and his lips turned a dark shade of mauve, weakened beyond measure by the awesome power of Gabriel's bear hug. The blood throbbed in his temples, his head and chest and belly and back and body aching from the assault and the bearhug. Feebly he reached up, forcing himself to press a knuckle against Gabriel's strong shoulder, but the punch was weak and won the shake-heads motion of the crowd. They knew he was beaten, his opponent knew he was beaten, and he himself knew he was beaten. He wasn't going to win. He had not succeeded- he had failed.

Those were his last conscious thoughts before darkness ebbed at his sight. Breathing one last, slow, shuddering breath out of his oxygen-deprived, aching body, Hansen lay back in Gabriel's powerful embrace and slipped away, his head rocking to the side and his arms dangling at his sides as he finally stopped moving. Robby moved in as Hansen ceased to resist, raising an arm. It dropped, weak and numb.

"One!"

Another raise. Again, Hansen's dark-skinned arm dropped.

"Two!"

The crowd leaned in, some holding their breaths while others whooped for Gabriel or Hansen. Gabriel bit the inside of his cheek, daring to breathe as Robby raised Hansen's hand one more time. The boy's face was closed, unmoving, his hair ruffled and damp with sweat, but...was he out? Was he really unconscious?

Robby dropped the arm.

It did not rise.

"Three! He's out!" Robby yelled, swinging his arm to the bell counter. Gabriel nodded in triumph as the bell rang, and he dropped Hansen's body to the mat floor. Hansen thudded against it, falling defeated to the mat. Robby raised Gabriel's tired arm into the air, the pop from the crowd a tremendous one. Gabriel grinned in the direction of the bleachers, where Jessica- and most of the people there- were cheering and applauding. "Your winner- Gabriel!" Robby yelled into the crowd, the pop intensifying.

Gabriel brought his arm down, and looked down with disdain at Hansen's defeated body. The younger teen had fallen into a spread-eagled/crucifix position, his arms spread out and his legs splayed, but with one bent slightly inward. His chest rose and fell softly, mirroring the movements of his oxygen-depleted belly. Gabriel grinned, gripping the ring in his belly, and, surprisingly, unclipped it. "It's a clip-on, dumbass," he muttered to the unconscious Hansen, clipping it onto the rim of the smaller boy's navel. "A joke. Deal." He snorted, raising his arms again in victory to the cheering crowd, and did not bother to rouse Hansen as he stepped from the ring and headed back the way he'd come.

Behind him, Hansen slept vulnerably, the target of boos and cracks from the less-than-adoring crowd. Debut or not, Hansen had a lot of room for improvement in their eyes. And in his own eyes, he was nothing.