wrestler_uk Alex Vs Damian(1)

Alex was in the gym standing rather aloof from the others. He was known on the circuit as a loser, or more strictly as a "jobber". A title he was growing to hate. He wanted to kick some ass and kick it bad.

He also knew he had to do some serious work with the weights if he was to stand a chance against most of the other lightweights. Especially on his abs, which had taken many a beaten from other wrestlers. He did not have many friends in the gym or on the circuit, but that suited him just fine as he was something of a loner.

He nodded acknowledgement to Will and some others and then turned his attention to the ab crunch machine. How he hated it! But he knew he had to tighten his rather flabby belly up if he was to get anywhere.

Just then he noticed a boy he had never seen before. He was standing alone, but looked quite comfortable with that fact. Alex stared at him and wondered who on earth he was. He was slightly shorter than himself, but had a good build and looked as if he would be more than useful in a wrestling ring. Alex checked to see if anyone else had spotted the newcomer, but all the other wrestlers were busy chatting, lifting weights or sparring.

Alex sauntered over as casually as he could and stopped just in front of the newcomer. "Hi man" he said. "Not seen you here before?" Alex made it a statement and a question all at the same time. The newcomer looked Alex over with such an expression on his face that Alex shivered in spite of himself. "What's it to you, fuckhead" he said slow and low. "Just making small talk and hoping you are doing ok" Alex said as coolly as he could. He didn't take kindly to the words or the contempt with which the other boy spoke them.

Alex took a deep breath and said "The name's Alex and I wrestle here at 145". The other boy slowly turned and raked his eyes over Alex with such a cold look that Alex shivered again. "Damian" is all the boy said.

Alex ploughed on, sensitivity not being one of his strongest points. "You wrestled much?" The boy turned away and ignored him. Alex tried one more time and, not getting a reply, turned away, muttering under his breath, "dickhead, obstinate prick". Unfortunately, his words, though soft, were not inaudible to Damian who grabbed him by the shoulder and spun him round so fast, Alex barely knew what was happening. "What did you say, you little fat turd?" Alex gulped but kept his mouth shut. Though he was not a coward and was known to be a real tough fighter in the ring, this boy had such an air of, well, menace, that Alex was a bit scared of him.

Alex took a deep breath and said "Just wondered if you fancied a match?" The boy looked at Alex and a kind of crooked grin played on his lips. "With you?" he asked in such a way that Alex almost wished he hadn't asked. Alex drew himself to full height and took a closer look at the newbie. He was well-built, as far as Alex could tell, but no muscle dude. Shorter than Alex and probably lighter, Alex thought. Alex was pretty certain that he could whip this boy's ass, even if he had to resort to the underhand and dirty tricks he was well-known for using on occasion.

"Unless, of course, you are not up to it", Alex smirked, feeling his confidence returning. The boy clenched his fists and Alex took a step back. Once again he was shocked by the expression that crossed Damian's face. Some haunted look that he could not fathom or even begin to understand. Damian walked up to Alex until their faces were almost touching. "I'll wrestle you, wimp, but you will wish you had never challenged me by the time I have finished with you". With that Damian turned on his heel and walked away. "I'll sign the contract when you have it drawn up" he said over his shoulder, not looking back.

Alex slowly walked to the office to have the contract drawn up, wondering just what the hell he had let himself in for. "He's all mouth" he told himself. He reminded himself of the fact that he was taller and heavier and had far more wrestling experience in the league than Damian undoubtedly had.

A few of the other wrestlers, Will and Adam amongst them had seen Alex chatting with the stranger and came over to see what he had learned. Alex told them what had happened and eyebrows were raised as he recounted the meeting. "Sounds like he could be trouble" Adam said. Alex shrugged his shoulders and was about to speak when the door opened and in walked Damian. The boys fell back as he advanced into the room. No-one spoke, but no-one took their eyes off him. He was good-looking in a streetpunk sort of way, but his eyes, deep set and dark brown were troubled and unfathomable. No-one wanted to look him in the face, those eyes put them off. The boy had a huge chip on his shoulder that much was obvious to everyone, even Alex. Damian walked casually to the desk, signed the contract and then left, without speaking a word.

"Gees, did you see those eyes?" Will said. "Man, they made me feel real uncomfortable. I wouldn't like to tangle with him on a dark night in an ally". The rest of the boys nodded agreement and dispersed, chatting amongst themselves about the new boy. Alex found himself the centre of considerable attention, which he milked for all it's worth! No-one seemed to know anything about the new wrestler except that he had recently moved up from the junior wrestling league, but from a different part of town.

Damian:

Damian made his way home from the gym after his work-out, having managed to keep himself strictly apart from the other wrestlers, which is how he liked it. His lip curled as he thought over the confrontation with Alex. He had sussed out Alex pretty much straight away. He had also done his homework and knew Alex was a loser, a "jobber". Damian smirked to himself as he pictured a battered Alex "jobbing" for him.

Damian had only recently moved to this part of the town from another school and another league. No-one here knew anything about him, which he liked a lot. He kept himself strictly to himself and made very few friends in the wrestling league. He had known good friendships ruined by wrestling and was determined not to let that happen to him.

Damian's background was totally unknown to the other wrestlers, but he was, in fact, a high school wrestling champion who had made it to the State Finals three times. He knew his way round a wrestling mat better than most. Unlike a lot of amateur high school wrestlers however, he had made the transition to the league very well and had adapted his style admirably. He could take a lot of punishment and also dish it out. He had an incredibly high threshold of pain and was know not to submit to holds most wrestlers couldn't take. This had lead to a fair number of serious injuries, but they had only served to toughen the boy up and make him more determined than ever to reach his gaol…..the LW title!

The haunted look in his eyes and the general "don't mess with me" attitude was his way of coping with the pressure of being gay in a small community and basic shyness. He reckoned being left alone was a small price to pay for the feeling of superiority it gave him.

The day of the match arrived. The hall was full, word having got around about the new comer with the attitude. Most were really keen to see how he performed. Nothing was known of him, which only served to whet the crowd's appetite.

"Ladies and Gentlemen" the ref intoned. "The next match is a light weight contest of one fall or submission. Introducing first, standing 5' 10 and weighing 145, I give you Alex." Alex ran into the hall and vaulted into the ring. There were a few shouts of approval, but he was not a popular wrestler. But he was used to that. He quickly shed his gown to reveal tight blue trunks. He danced around the ring and then went to his corner.

The ref continued. "His opponent, standing at 5' 7 and weighing in at 140 is a newcomer to the league, Damian". The crowd waited expectantly and then Damian slowly advanced up the aisle towards the ring. People craned their necks to get their first view of the unknown wrestler. A murmur went round the hall as Damian slowly and with no hurry made his way to the ring. A few in the crowd applauded, but Damian made his entrance to almost total silence. He looked straight ahead and then climbed into the ring. He went straight to his corner and shed his coat to reveal a tight red amateur singlet.

The ref called the two wrestlers to the centre of the ring and checked them for illegal items and then went over the rules. Alex put out his hand for the customary shake, but Damian turned on his heel and returned to his corner. Alex once again felt a shiver go up his spine. Man, this boy had really unsettled him. The crowd had fallen unusually quiet as well. Something about the newcomer was really unsettling. The crowd held its collective breath, waiting for the bell to go.

The bell rang and Alex got ready to tie-up. He never got a chance. Damian flew out from his corner so fast Alex was taken totally by surprise. Damian charged into him and slapped on a side headlock. Before Alex could even think of a counter, Damian had taken him to the mat and was squeezing his head hard. Alex grunted as Damian's hard biceps grinded round his head. Damian tightened the headlock even more and slowly lent over into Alex's body, forcing the boy over onto his shoulders. The ref was there instantly, checking for a fall.

Alex easily got a shoulder up, but his troubles were far from over. Damian took his free arm and forced it over his face so that he was totally locked up. Damian now really squeezed hard and was rewarded with more grunts from the bigger boy. Alex was incredulous at the speed with which Damian had attacked him. Moreover, he was finding it hard to breathe as Damian forced his arm right over his face. The ref was there to check that the hold was legal.

Damian once more lent his whole body weight into Alex and went for a quick fall. Once more Alex got a shoulder up without much difficulty. Damian got to his knees, still holding Alex in the headlock and then stood up. Before Alex knew what was happening, Damian released the hold and threw him backwards into the ropes. Alex ricocheted fast and was hit by a perfectly executed drop kick. He flew back into the ropes and only by grabbing on to the top one did he manage to stop himself flying through the ropes and out of the ring.

Alex shook his head and realised he was up against a really good wrestler. Somehow he had to get into the match and slow this newcomer down if he was to stand any chance of winning. Damien waited in the middle of the ring, with a smirk on his face. He expended no energy on parading or playing up to the crowd. His entire mind was concentrated on winning the match and totally squashing his opponent.

Alex advanced slowly and raised his hands for a trial of strength. Damian watched him with a half smile on his lips and let Alex come to him. Damien raised his arms as if to accept the challenge and then suddenly executed another perfect standing drop kick. This time however he followed up so fast that before Alex had hardly collided with the ropes, Damien was on top of him again.

Damien grabbed Alex by the left arm and quickly twisted up his back into a hammerlock. Alex grunted and tried to muscle his way out of the hold. Even though he was taller and heavier he realised that Damien was much better shape than himself. However, Alex was not about using tricks to get himself out of trouble. Before Damian could do some serious damage with the hammerlock, Alex had forced the two back into the ropes, knowing that the ref would call for a break. The crowd booed and jeered, but Alex ignored them.

Damian released the hold and stood back. Alex grinned as he rubbed his arm. He backed away to give himself time to recoup and work out how to deal with Damian. Damian waited quietly as the crowd fell silent again. He was pretty pleased with how his plan was working out so far. His aim was to use his speed and wrestling skill to totally dominate and destroy Alex. Damian knew he may well have to mix it up rough with the bigger boy, but was pretty confident he can handle that as well.

Damian wasted no time with come on motions or flip-offs that he knew most of the other wrestlers used. His mind was totally focused on one thing. That was the LW title. All extraneous energy was eliminated in his determination to attain his goal. His eyes never left Alex as he waited for the next move. When it came he was taken by surprise.

Alex suddenly charged him, but at the last moment, spun round and caught Damian with a back heel kick that sent him flying into the ropes. Damian tumbled into the ropes and dropped to his knees whishing his air out. He clutched his stomach, where Alex's heel had caught him by surprise. Damian, like Alex, did not have a set of 4-pack abs, never mind 8! He knew his abs were better developed than Alex's but that was not saying much.

Alex advanced fast and drug Damian up by his hair. However, before he could make his next move, Damian had sent a fist hard into his unflexed and rather flabby belly. Alex folded over and collapsed to his knees, whishing HIS air out in turn. Damian grinned to himself. Two can play at that sort of game, he thought to himself. Although most of Damian's best wrestling moves were amateur based, he did have a surprisingly wide range of submission holds in his arsenal and could more than hold his own in a roughhouse battle.

Damian jumped to his feet and grabbed Alex by an arm. Before Alex could think what was going to happen, he was thrown belly first into the ropes and ricocheted back into another standing drop kick. This time Alex was unable to stop himself flying through the ropes and out of the ring to land heavily on the floor. The crowd cheered at Damian's obvious wrestling skills and jeered Alex as he seemed to be heading for defeat at the hands of the newbie.

Damian waited patiently in a neutral corner as Alex dragged himself back into the ring. As Alex slowly got up on to his feet, Damian launched his next attack. But Alex, though winded from the tumble out of the rope, was too wily and experienced to be caught again. At the last moment he moved fast out of the way and Damian's rather telegraphed flying dropkick did not connect and the boy landed heavily on his back. He arched up and grunted with the pain of the heavy landing.

Alex knew this was his chance. Not letting Damian get up or move, Alex stomped the lighter boy twice hard in the gut and grinned as Damian curled up, clutching his gut. This was the way to stop the arrogant prick, he thought to himself as he advanced. Alex then sent a hard-ass kick into Damian's side that had the boy rolling over on the mat and struggling to get to his knees.

The crowd by now had fully entered into the fight. Most were screaming for Damian to get up and squash the older Alex. Alex ignored them and charged into Damian, just as he struggled to his knees. Damian was sent flying to his back and Alex dived on top, straddling him and getting a schoolboy pin on. Alex got his knees full on Damian's biceps and ground down hard. He smirked as Damian grunted loudly with the pain and weight of the hold. The ref was on his knees checking the shoulders. Damian forced a shoulder up and then suddenly bridged up with explosive force and rolled at the same time, taking Alex over and under. Now the positions were reversed.

Damian didn't waste time on a pin hold he knew would not get results. He stood up and stomped Alex hard in the gut twice. As Alex curled up, Damian bent down and drug the boy up by his hair. Damian was deceptively strong, Alex was fast finding out. Damian was already thinking about how to end the match. He had 3 favourite moves he had perfected that were guaranteed to get him the winning pin or submission. It was just a question of which one was best in the circumstances. A smile played on his lips as he held Alex compliant by his hair. Damian once again forced Alex's left arm up his back into a painful hammerlock, but this time he forced the older boy down on to his knees before a counter-attack could be launched.

Alex was sweating as Damian gradually took charge of the match and dictated the terms. The arm was forced higher up his back and Alex found himself forced on to his belly and face down to the mat. Damian knelt on Alex's back and pushed the arm right up his back. Alex yelled with the pain and struggled to get free. More pressure on the arm had him falling still. The ref was there asking Alex if he wanted to submit. The boy shook his head. Whatever else could be said of Alex, no-one could accuse him of being a coward.

Damian placed a knee directly on to the hammerlocked arm and Alex yelled out louder still. Damian forced the arm right up into the small of his back and then held Alex compliant in the hold for what, to the older wrestler, seemed like an eternity. His arm was beginning to go numb from the relentless pressure. He struggled once more to get free, but the pain of the hold was simply too great.

Suddenly, Damian released the hold and pulled Alex up to his feet. Alex was given no chance to launch a counter-attack before Damian suddenly forced Alex down on to his knees again and then, with amazing speed, switched arms so that Alex's right arm was now up his back in the painful hammerlock. The crowd watched amazed as Damian's intent became blindingly obvious. They whistled and cheered at the boy's obvious wrestling skill and tactical knowledge. Several of the other light weight wrestlers were watching and were beginning to feel distinctly uncomfortable, not to say threatened as Damian slowly and methodically destroyed Alex.

Damian worked on Alex's right arm, forcing it way up into the small of the back, until Alex was moaning and groaning with the pain. Damian held him compliant until he judged the moment to be right.

He released the hammerlock arm, but gave Alex not a moment to recover. Oh no, he thought to himself, I will teach this little prick to challenge me.

Damian straddled Alex's back and then secured a double bar arm or chicken wing. He forced Alex's arms into the small of his back and gripped Alex's biceps with his own hands, the right on Alex's left bicep and the left on the older wrestler's right biceps.

Now Damian scooted to Alex's left side and slowly forced the boy over on to his right side, using the pressure of the double chicken wing to do so. Alex resisted with all his might, but the pain in his arms was so severe he could do little.

Damian manoeuvred himself so that he could get his left leg around Alex's head in preparation for the Fig-4 head scissors. Now Damian forced Alex right over on to his back, locked his right leg behind his left, in the perfect Fig-4 head scissors and pressed the two chicken winged arms to the mat for an unbreakable pin hold.

Alex bridged and arched up desperately, but that only served to force his head and face deeper into Damian's butt. Damian arched his back and squeezed with the Fig-4 and the double chicken wing. The more Alex struggled, the further into Damian's butt his face went until it was almost totally buried in the muscular ass.

The ref dropped to his knees, checked the shoulders and counted off the pin, slapping the mat as he reached three.

Damian squeezed harder before he released the hold and stood up. The crowd were going mad at the great display of wrestling they had seen, though a few were desperately sorry for the total destroying of Alex.

"Your winner with a double chicken wing and Fig-4 head scissors pin, Damian". The ref raised Damian's arm aloft as the crowd cheered and applauded. Damian watched as Alex struggled to his feet, holding his aching arms and hardly daring to lift his face.

Damian walked up to him, slowly and with deliberation and then shook hands with him. Alex was amazed, as were the crowd. Damian turned and stepped out of the ring and left the hall, not saying a word or looking left or right.

In the changing room Damian swiftly stripped and got into his normal gear. A few of the other wrestlers popped their heads round the door and congratulated him, but he held his silence. Just as he was about to depart, the door flew open and Kevin, followed by a few of the Posse entered the room. "Man, that was a great job you did on demolishing Alex", Kevin said with a grin. "I could use a wrestler as good as you".

Damian looked Kevin over slowly and with such disdain that Kevin, like Alex before him, could not help shivering. Damian brushed past Kevin, not even bothering to reply and left the room. Leaving Kevin and the members of the Posse with jaws almost hitting the floor………………