kon_el_superboy LW: Welcome to TW

The young men of TW were quickly getting over their shock as the new reality of TW set in. The new boys were all pretty cool and seemed excited to be a part of the club.

Of course it was the JW boys that had the harder adjustment. Carson had been one of the most active participants in JW before its demise. He understood why it had folded - the combination of costs were high and JW had been far less successful at getting their fans to pay for the shows. Insurance alone had cost more than JW could raise from their fans.

As Carson circulated a new reality was becoming clear to him. TW had no older lightweights. He had not met anyone in his weight class over 16. As an 18-year old lightweight, he felt oddly out of place.

One thing had become clear to all the JW guys - if they wanted to see action, they would have to be the ones to issue challenges. His buddies Jackson and Clay had booked themselves to fight this Saturday, but he didn't want to fight the same people. Joining TW was a whole new opportunity to try his skills out.

Carson moped through the gym the next Saturday. Back in JW, he had not had a weekend without a match since his family vacation in the previous summer!

"Stop it," he told himself. "Stop feeling sorry for yourself."

Carson snapped himself out of his negative mood. The only reason he was not wrestling was because HE had not challenged anyone.

"The only one who's going to look out for me is me," he thought.

With new resolve, Carson looked around the gym. He saw no other lightweights working out, but the smallest kid in the gym was close to a lightweight. He was doing bench press with the free weights. The boy was struggling with his reps, clearly working towards failure, but having to set the bar down before he reached it for safety.

Carson walked up and said, "Want a spot to finish?"

The kid said, "Sure."

Carson stepped in and moved his hands under the barbell. The boys finished another set, the TW kid finally getting the maximum benefit from his workout. The TW kid sat up, checked out his pump through his thin tee shirt. Carson extended his hand.

"Hi, I'm Carson." The TW kid nodded. Carson felt uncomfortable with silence. He added, "From JW."

"I kinda figured that out. Are you a lightweight?"

"Yeah, I am. You?"

"Are you any good?"

"I'm not bad. I held the title for a little while and was always competitive, even with middleweights."

The TW kid just nodded. Carson couldn't let the silence hang. He quickly said, "Wanna wrestle next week? Even if you're a middleweight, I don't mind, really."

The TW kid nodded. "Sure. Standard match? Pinfall or submission?

Carson said, "Sure. That would be great. You never told me your name. I should probably know that before we wrestle, especially if I'm going up a class."

"You're not. I'm a lightweight. I'm just a little pumped from my workout."

"Wow, that's even better. But what about your name?"

"My name? It's Jacoby."

"Nice to meet you Jacoby."

The match hardly seemed like a match at all. It was obvious that Jacoby had planned this out perfectly, as Carson continued to suffer helplessly. The boy had not been given even one moment to catch his breath since Jacoby's Pearl harbor attack at the bell.

The crowd was yelling, but Jacoby never cared what they thought.

Jacoby started another wave of fists. His hands drove in, cutting into the muscle like it was nothing anymore. Carson was coughing at each blow. The match was maybe two minutes old. It was a lot of punishment to absorb in such a short time.

The ref got more involved. He hated to see Carson not be given a chance. At the end of yet another five count, he blocked Jacoby from continuing.

From outside the ring, Carson's buddies were screaming at the ref to get the match under control. With the ref was distracted for a moment, Jacoby was again free to continue his work.

Jacoby reached out and locked on a claw. His powerful fingers plunged into the flesh, grasping the muscles and tearing them from Carson's body.

Carson wailed from the pain. The ref turned back and saw Jacoby. He did not even bother counting. "Jacoby, the corner is neutral. Break or be disqualified!"

Jacoby responded not by breaking, but instead by using the claw to pull Carson from the corner! The 18-year old yelled as he was forced forward by his ab muscles alone.

Jacoby released the claw and watched Carson drop to his hands and knees, gasping for air. Jacoby looked at the ref and said, "Happy? We're not in the corner any more."

The ref contemplated disqualifying Jacoby right then, but Carson reached up and slammed a fist into Jacoby's abs. The ref decided to let the match continue as Carson might show some life.

Jacoby stumbled back, but was relatively unfazed by the blow. One fist would not harm Jacoby. Carson tried to stand, but Jacoby was on him again.

Jacoby reached down and grabbed Carson between his legs and over his shoulder. Jacoby hoisted Carson up, like an Olympic weightlifter doing the clean portion of the clean and jerk.

With Carson in the air, Jacoby dropped him down over his knee in a gutbuster! The move was especially devastating after the cruel torture Jacoby had already dished out!

Jacoby lifted again and dropped him again. This time Carson went completely limp. He needed a break of some kind. He had taken more abuse in this short match than he had at any time in JW.

Jacoby rolled Carson off his knee and watched Carson fall onto his back, lifeless. Jacoby delivered three elbow drops across Carson's stomach, then three stomps to Carson's abs and raised his arms in victory.

The crowd booed. They wanted to see two boys wrestling, not one boy ambushing another and then gutpunching him into a pulpy mess.

Jacoby dropped to his knees and thrust his hands down for another claw! He clamped one hand into Carson's stomach and used his other to grab a handful of Carson's hair. He pulled the JW lightweight to his feet and kept the claw locked tightly.

The crowd continued to boo and started to call for an end to the match. Jacoby ignored the boos and the cries and decided to have a little more fun. He would keep up the pressure until Carson submitted. He hoped it would not be for awhile.

This was fun!

Jacoby held Carson's abs tightly in the claw. He forced Carson back into the corner, never letting up at all. Carson's eyes were watering from the pain. He could barely remain conscious as his guts were torn from his body.

The referee started to worry when he saw that the older competitor was crying from the pain. He asked Carson if he submitted, but Carson could not focus enough to speak. The relentless and very specific attack had done incredible damage. Carson finally managed to start nodding his head. The referee asked Carson to confirm that the nod was a submission.

Before Carson could process the question, Jacoby released the claw. Carson let out a big sigh. As he did, Jacoby fired a fist into the soft abs. Carson grunted again, coughing violently. Jacoby laughed at his pain and hammered another fist into Carson's ruined midsection.

Carson summoned his strength enough to blurt out, "No more, please, no more! ARGH!"

Those words were not all he blurted out. As he said them, Jacoby was already in mid-swing, when the submissions started Jacoby stepped into the fist and put all 155-pounds of hard muscle into it.

BLAT! SPLAT!

Much to everyone's surprise, Carson let loose the contents of his stomach. They flowed forth onto the mat. He fell to his knees retching. Jacoby jumped back, barely avoiding being hit. The ref signaled the bell and knelt down to comfort Carson.

Jacoby raised his arms and did a partial victory lap around the ring, avoiding the mess on the other side.

When he was done, Jacoby saw Carson sitting back on his haunches, nodding as the ref asked him if he was okay. Jacoby walked over and extended his hand.

Carson looked at him and wanted to tell him to screw off, but he couldn't speak. Carson thought, "Don't be a suck. He had just had an awesome game plan." Carson had never seen or heard of anyone in JW being so relentless, not even the heavyweights.

Carson finally reached up to take Jacoby's hand. As he did, Jacoby lifted his hand away and moved it forward quickly.

SLAP!

Jacoby slapped the stunned Carson across the face. He said, "You think you're good enough to shake with me? Get real. Be glad I went easy on you."

Jacoby turned his back on the ailing teen but immediately turned around again. "Oh, welcome to TW, loser."

*****

Jacoby moved behind the curtain confidently. There was a group of wrestlers milling about, all were focussed on him.

Jacoby smiled broadly, clearly proud of himself.

"What was that? You had the guy beat and you just kept pushing. Why?"

Jacoby turned to see Cody staring him down. Jacoby smirked. He said, "Because I can."

Cody was less than enthused by the response. "Jacoby, you better watch out. You can't keep pulling this shit."

"Looks like I can, buddy. If these guys can't take it, they should stay out of the ring."

"We're wrestlers, Jacoby, not boxers, not NHB fighters, wrestlers. If anyone should stay out of the ring, it's you."

Jacoby shrugged and said, "Cody, even you can't bring me down. Like I told that loser - welcome to TW."