wrestler_uk Damian Vs Kevin

A week later and Damian was back in the office, checking over possible opponents to destroy on his way to his ultimate goal, the LW title. He had met all efforts to engage him in conversation with stony silence, until the other wrestlers left him alone. Even Adam and Willy and others that got on real well found him impossible to get to open up. He simply ignored each and every one of them.

Damian looked over the list of names, pondering which would be the best one to take on next in his climb up the ladder to the LW title. He was minded to challenge Willy, who had just lost the title to Wes, but doubted Willy would accept. He knew the other light weight wrestlers had watched as he destroyed Alex and he smirked to himself as he imagined the ripple of concern that they would feel.

As Damian was reading the list, weighing up the pros and cons of each wrestler, the door to the office opened and in strode Kevin, followed as always by some of his Posse. Damian turned round and looked Kevin straight in the eyes before deliberately ignoring him and turning back to the matter in hand.

Kevin looked at his entourage and then advanced to Damian. "Hey man, that was a really great squash job you did on Alex. I could use a good wrestler in my posse, now that that prick Willy has decided to quit. I can see you have ambition and the skill to back it up. What say you join me and help me clean up the LW title?"

Damian said nothing but walked slowly up to Kevin until they were face to face. In spite of the Posse members being there and even though he was no coward, Kevin involuntarily stepped back. Man, he thought to himself, this boy is bad news.

Damian locked eyes with Kevin still saying nothing, then turned on his heel and walked out of the office. "Of course, if you ain't got the balls, I can understand why you would choose to run away". Kevin smirked at the choice of words. He waited, as did the Posse members, but Damian, if he had heard, did not rise to the bait.

Kevin felt his anger rising. He had never been treated quite so contemptuously by anyone, least of all a jumped-up arrogant prick of a wrestler. Motioning to the Posse members to stay put, he quickly left the office and went after Damian. "Hey, you cocky prick, I am talking to you. No-one just walks away from me". Damian walked steadily on, as if he had heard nothing. Kevin got angrier and flew after the disappearing boy.

Catching up with him, Kevin grabbed his arm and spun him round. "What the fuck gives?" he asked his face red with anger. "Maybe you don't know who I am". Damian looked Kevin in the eyes and a half-smile played on his lips.

"Oh, I know EXACTLY who you are" he replied in a surprisingly low, soft voice. "But if you think I need your help, or anyone's come to that, to win the LW title, you are mistaken. Now piss off and leave me alone". With that, Damian turned and started to walk away. Kevin was livid. He had never been so contemptuously dismissed ever and he didn't like it. He launched himself at Damian and took the boy down with a body charge. Damian was taken by surprise, but not for long. He arched up and threw Kevin off him. As Kevin charged in again, he ran straight into Damian's right foot that connected flush with his unflexed abs. Kevin gave out a strangled gurgle and collapsed to his knees, clutching his gut.

Damian moved in fast and grabbed Kevin by the hair. He pulled the boy's head up so he HAD to look at Damian. "Listen you prick and listen good. I ain't interested in joining your crooked little group. I can get where I want to on my own. But maybe I need to show you that in the ring. I need a new opponent and you will fit the bill perfectly. I understand you were ONCE a good wrestler. The first LW title holder". Kevin winced as the words hit home. "Of course" Damian went on, "you may not have the balls yourself to accept the challenge".

Damian released his grip on Kevin's hair and waited. He knew that the Posse leader could not afford to refuse the challenge. Kevin got unsteadily to his feet and looked Damian over. "Yeah, you fucking prick, I will take you on and boy, will you be sorry by the time I have finished with you". Damian smiled at the words and then said "When?" Kevin looked round "Why not right now"?

Damian nodded agreement and he and Kevin made for the changing rooms. Kevin motioned to the Posse members to stay close by, but unbeknownst to them, a few other wrestlers had seen what had happened. Even though Damian was hardly popular, Kevin was positively hated by nearly every other wrestler not in the Posse. A few decided to make sure fair play was observed. Wes and Will were amongst them, now firm friends again.

Kevin and Damian changed into their gear and made for the ring. Kevin was in tight yellow trunks and Damian, for a change was in blue trunks. He had a shrewd idea a singlet would be of too much use to Kevin in the match. Oh yes, Damian had done his homework!

Kevin and Damian entered the hall and made for the ring. Kevin smirked as he saw the Posse members take up their places, but the smirk died away just as quickly as he saw Willy and Wes and a few others take up prominent positions. Damn, he said to himself in a rage.

"One fall or one submission" Kevin said to Damian as the two boys entered the ring. Damian just nodded. Once again he wasted no extraneous energy. "That's all I will need to teach you, you cocky prick" Kevin added. Damian said nothing but just looked at him with his extraordinary eyes.

Kevin could hardly believe his eyes as Derrick entered the ring. "Guess you will be needing a ref" is all he said. Kevin nearly jumped up and down in rage and frustration. Now he was going to have to watch it and not rely on the Posse to work Damian over before he moved in for the kill. Kevin shivered in spite of himself and suddenly his plan to take on Damian didn't seem such a good idea after all. He shrugged to himself. The prick just got lucky with Alex he thought. Hell, ANYONE could beat Alex, the boy was such a wimp. Kevin felt better as he got his confidence back.

Derrick called the two boys to the centre of the ring and went over the rules. "Yeah yeah, I know all this" Kevin said with a sneer. Derrick ignored him. He sent the two boys back to their corners and waited for the bell to go. Kevin kept his eyes glued on Damian. He had never seen a boy so quiet and still in a wrestling ring before. Despite everything, Kevin felt a sneaking admiration for such single-minded determination. Man, what an asset he would be in the Posse, Kevin thought.

The bell went……….

Kevin had heard how Damian came out of his corner like an express train so was ready. Damian, of course, had figured that Kevin would expect him to do that, so he deliberately walked slowly into the centre of the ring and waited for Kevin to come to him. Kevin felt his temper rise as Damian dictated the terms of the match. Kevin made a rush and caught Damian with a body charge and knocked him back into the ropes. As Derrick called for them to break, Kevin brought a knee up hard into Damian's belly. Kevin had his spies everywhere and they had reported back that Damian did not have washboard abs, or anything like it. Kevin reckoned on concentrating on those under-developed abs and then making Damian suffer.

Damian grunted as the knee caught him hard and folded over slightly. He knew immediately that Kevin was going to go for his abs, so realised that he had to keep fast and focused if he was going to win. Kevin was total different opponent to Alex and Damian knew he had his work cut out. But a win over Kevin would really make him get noticed. Damian set his face and straightened up.

Kevin hovered, waiting for him to get back into the action. His patience snapped and he grabbed the boy by the hair and drug him into the centre of the ring. Derrick allowed the move to go and Kevin flipped Damian to the mat with a head mare and followed with a vicious double stomp that had Damian arching up and then curling and clutching his gut.

Kevin bent over the boy and gripped him by the hair and once more drug him to his feet. Kevin took holds of an arm and threw Damian back into the ropes. As Damian ricocheted back, he ran full tilt into a super hard kick from Kevin that dropped him in his tracks.

Kevin wasted no time but knocked the boy to his back and straddled him in a schoolboy pin. Kevin knew he would not get a fall, but he wouldn't to make the arrogant prick suffer a bit before he made him submit. Damian struggled furiously and got his shoulders up before Derrick could start the count. Kevin reached behind and belted Damian hard in the gut. The boy whished his air out and fell back. While Derrick was checking the shoulders, Kevin let fly with a hard-ass punch full in Damian's crotch. Damian yelled out with the pain and involuntarily arched up. His balls had taken the full weight of the punch.

Kevin smirked as he held Damian under him. He moved up so that he trapped Damian's head tight between his thighs, his crotch just under the boy's face. Kevin struck a double biceps pose and then sent another hard-ass punch to Damian's gut. Damian grunted and whished his air out again. He was beginning to sweat as Kevin took it to him hard. He knew Kevin would be a hard man to beat and he finding out just how hard.

Kevin stood up suddenly and stomped Damian again hard in the stomach. As Damian curled up, Kevin kicked him hard in the side and then bent over to drag the boy up by his hair. Damian saw his chance and sent a hard punch of his own that caught the boy totally by surprise. Kevin was knocked back by the force of the blow and Damian struggled to his feet as fast as he could. The punch to his balls had really hurt, but he was already recovering. He was one tough dude and had taken far worse.

Before Kevin could fully recover, Damian launched a flying drop kick that caught the Posse leader hard on the chest and knocked him flying into the ropes. Kevin landed heavily on his ass and heard Willy, Wes and some others burst out with laughter. He quickly got to his feet and glared at them, flipping them off as he did.

He turned back to attend to Damian, only to see Damian already flying through the air. Before Kevin could move, Damian had caught him in a flying headscissors and taken him to the mat. Damian proceeded to roll around the mat, taking Kevin with him. Kevin could feel himself going red as the boy took it to him hard.

Finally Damian stopped and scooted round behind Kevin's head and locked on a perfect Fig-4 head scissors. Kevin grunted and slapped the mat as the hold went on hard. Damian began to squeeze hard with his powerful thigh muscles. He wasted no energy on asking for a submission, but looked for Derrick to do it. Kevin shook his head when Derrick asked him if he wanted to submit. "Fuck no" he spat out.

Damian tightened the Fig-4 and then arched back, causing Kevin to slap the mat in agony. Damian wasted no time trying to get a submission from the tough wrestler. Quickly he released the hold and, before Kevin could recover, stomped the guy hard twice in the gut. Kevin jacknifed and rolled over clutching his gut,

Damian moved fast. He followed up, bent over and drug Kevin up by the hair. Kevin was sent hard and fast into the ropes as he came back, Damian caught him with a perfect axe handle blow to his belly that dropped the Posse leader in his tracks. Damian sent a hard kick that knocked Kevin to his back. Quickly Damian stomped the boy hard and then came down hard with his knees full on Kevin's gut. Kevin yelled out in agony and curled up. He couldn't believe the punishment Damian was dishing out and wished his Posse members were able to come to his add. Fat chance!

Damian waited for Kevin to stagger to his feet and then raised his hands for a trial of strength. His lips curled slightly as he knew Kevin could not be seen to back down from the challenge.

Kevin groaned inwardly. He was in no shape really for a trial of strength, but then he looked at Damian and realised he stood a pretty good chance. He smirked as he advanced with his arms raised.

Damian waited until Kevin had locked hands and then immediately fell to his back, planted his feet hard into Kevin's belly and monkey flipped him twice. Kevin crashed to the mat the second time and lay there whishing his air out. He was unable to fathom out exactly what Damian's game plan was. He had never seen a wrestler who expended so little energy in the ring on come-on motions etc.

Before he could recover, Damian had stomped him yet again and Kevin arched up, clutching his sore abs, now turning an ugly red colour. Damian bent down to drug the boy up, but Kevin was not finished with yet. He sent a hard punch to Damian's belly, just above the trunks and Damian staggered back.

Kevin got to his feet and charged into Damian, sending the boy flying into the ropes. Kevin followed up quickly and sent a barrage of punches into the boy's abs, using his fists and knees, before Derrick ordered the two to break it up.

Kevin ignored the request until Derrick bodily pulled him off Damian, who slumped to his knees, clutching his abs and breathing hard. The barrage of blows had taken its toll. He knew he would have to finish the fight off soon, or Kevin would surely do for him.

Kevin smirked widely and looked at his Posse. "Looks like the fucker is all mine" he said. He advanced fast to finish Damian off, but found Damian far from out of it. As Kevin reached out to grab him, Damian slipped to the side and danced away from the boy. Kevin chased Damian round the ring, getting madder by the minute. Suddenly Damian stopped dead in his tracks and Kevin ran straight into a wicked back heel kick that knocked him flat on his back.

Damian moved in for the kill. He sent a hard kick to Kevin's side that forced the boy to roll over on to his back. Damian dropped down and straddled Kevin's back and yanked his left arm up his back into a vicious hammerlock. Damian yanked the arm right up as he stood up and forced Kevin on to his feet.

Before Kevin could work out what Damian was going to do, the boy had sent his right arm hard round Kevin's face. Damian moved right into Kevin's back and released the hammerlock hold. If Kevin thought he was about to get free, he was mistaken!

Damian inserted his left arm between Kevin's left arm and back and into a chickenwing. Now Damian forced his right arm round Kevin's face so that he could grip his own left hand with his right hand. Damian kept Kevin looking forward as he did so. Kevin screeched with pain as he realised what Damian was doing and as the hold went on. Damian went up on to his toes and locked the second of his three finishing holds on.

Damian slowly forced Kevin's left arm up, away from his back and pulled up at the same time with his locked hands. Kevin screamed with pain and yelled out his submission. He had never felt so much pain.

Damian released the hold and Kevin fell to his knees, rubbing his left arm and unable to believe what had happened.

Damian quietly and with no hurry left the ring and walked out of the hall, impervious to the applause from Willy, Wes and the rest. These boys looked at each other with raised eyebrows. Damian was one odd fish, no doubt about it……….They wondered who would be next.

Kevin was helped out of the ring by the members of the Posse, his face livid with rage and frustration. He vowed he would get even with the cocky, arrogant prick and cut him down to size………even as he being led from the hall his devious mind was working on ways to achieve this…………..