Lucien Vs Gerrit: Follow up Match 1 punk_wrestler2000

The referees and the officials agreed to give Lucien a ten minute rest period before facing Gerrit.

Gerrit readily agreed. He knew thanks to the light weight buzz saws, he would have no problem defeating the hulking shell of the "Fat Boy".

As his name was announced Gerrit ran to the ring and dove under the ropes. He was ready to fight. He had no remorse taking on the already beaten slob

Lucien was leaning against the turnbuckle still trying to recover from the trouncing he had just taken. He knew he stood no chance against Gerrit. Gerrit was fresh and ready to beat on him some more.

"This is the second match in our challenge series tonight. In the red corner standing 5'11 and weighing 215 pounds is Gerrit."

The audience erupted into loud cheers for the buff good-looking teen.

The announcer did not even bother to introduce Lucien he just called for the bell.

Gerrit eyed the Fat Boy as he struggled to walk to the center of the ring. Gerrit almost felt sorry for the over-weight teen. Almost.

Lucien did not want any part of Gerrit, but he had issued the challenges, now he had to put up or shut up. He knew fresh he could easily whip this kid, but he was in no condition to take this muscleboy on. Gerrit stood poised and ready. He delivered a standing drop kick to Lucien driving him back into the corner. Gerrit quickly followed with a hard shoulder block to Lucien's already bruised and battered gut.

As the blow dug in, Lucien had the presence of mind to react. He slammed a big fist down to the back of Gerrit's neck, than brought a big knee to the muscleboy's head.

Gerrit had not expected any offense from Lucien at all and was caught totally off guard.

Lucien reached down and sunk his hands into Gerrit's shoulder muscles. He yanked the teen to his feet, than plowed his stomach with a big knee lift. Gerrit grunted loudly as he felt the Fat Boy's power.

Lucien released his painful hold on the muscleboy's shoulders. Gerrit dropped to his knees sucking wind. He had been over-confident and got caught off guard.

Gerrit looked up at the hulking swaying gut of Lucien. He balled up his fist and swung a big upper cut to a rather large bruised area. As his fist sank in Lucien howled out in pain. Gerrit slugged him again.

As Lucien started to double over, Gerrit rammed a headbutt to his chin, than rolled out of the way as the giant hulk teetered then dropped to his knees.

Gerrit got back to his feet. He was now ready to inflict some payback for the beating Roby had taken at this lard-ass's hands.

"Come on you fat slob, get up and fight." Gerrit said as he drilled Lucien with a brutal kick to the lower belly.

Lucien let out a rush of air.

Gerrit was dancing around the ring. He waited for Lucien to try and get up, than drilled him with another hard kick to the gut. Lucien collapsed forward clutching his beaten stomach.

Gerrit slipped behind the tub of lard and locked him in a full nelson. He yanked the Fat Boy to his feet and poured on the pressure.

Lucien tried to break free, but he had nothing left. He felt his chin being driven down to his chest. "Submit, Fat Boy. Save yourself another brutal beating." Gerrit said as he cranked on Lucien's neck and worked over his fat flabby biceps.

Lucien would not submit. He tried to force Gerrit back to the corner, but the muscleboy planted his legs. Lucien could not budge the lighter wrestler.

Gerrit released the full nelson and rammed a big elbow to the small of Lucien's back. Lucien pitched forward but remained on his feet.

Gerrit next shot a standing drop kick to Lucien's back. The Fat Boy flailed into the ropes. As he bounced off Gerrit greeted him with a double axe handle blow to the back. Lucien dropped down to the mat in agony.

Gerrit then planted a big knee drop to the small of Lucien's back.

Where the lightweights had concentrated on Lucien's gut, Gerrit was going for his back.

Gerrit stepped in front of Lucien. As Lucien looked up, Gerrit shot a karate thrust to his throat. Lucien gagged then dropped back to the mat. Gerrit quickly dropped down on his back, than cinched in a camel clutch.

Lucien was screaming in agony as he felt the muscles in his back and neck screaming. He tried to rear up and throw Gerrit off, but Gerrit clamped his powerful legs, around his chest.

Lucien was sweating and gasping for air as he tried to take the muscleboy's powerful hold.

When Lucien failed to submit Gerrit released the hold and stomped Lucien's lower back. Lucien was lying on the mat face down.

Gerrit drilled two solid kicks to the Fat Boy's rib cage. Lucien howled in pain.

Gerrit pulled the Fat Boy to his feet. He turned him around and delivered a neck breaker. Lucien lay on the mat holding his neck.

Gerrit measured his beaten opponent, than started putting the boots to his already battered torso.

Gerrit showed no mercy as he methodically beat the Fat Boy to a pulp.

Finally Gerrit ceased his assault and locked the battered bruised and beaten Fat Boy in a sleeper.

Lucien had no fight left in him. He succumbed quickly to Gerrit's muscled on hold. The referee called for the break and the bell as he raised Lucien's arm three times.

Gerrit let Lucien drop limply to the mat. The audience cheered, wildly as the debilitated Fat Boy lie defeated for a second time in the center of the ring.

Gerrit exited the ring to the cheers and catcalls of his fans. He walked back to the locker room where, he was greeted, by his friend and tag team partner.

Lucien had to be carried from the ring on a stretcher. Between Tommy, Chaz, Will and Gerrit, the Fat Boy was in a world of hurt.

Lucien's injuries were not serious, but he would have the pain to remind him of his recent defeats for the next couple of weeks.

For now the "Pig Boy" of TW had been put on the spit and roasted.

But Lucien would be back, meaner than ever and wanting revenge.