punk_wrestler2000: Kyle Vs Jacoby: Multiple Submission Match: Part 1

Feuds surfaced in TW like a torrential rain storm. The HW division was in chaos after the HW tournament. But it was not the only division in an uproar. The Tag Team tourney had yet to be fought and recent events were not favorable to the event actually becoming a reality.

But rivalries were not new to TW or the sport of wrestling.

Not only were the inner division rivalries, but also rivalries between different factions of this great league. Those rivalries were both internal and wide spread.

One such rivalry existed between LW Jacoby and MW Kyle. Both teens were border line weight for their respective divisions. And both teens despised each other with a vengeance.

Kyle had long wanted a shot at the overly cocky Jacoby. Jacoby was a force to be reckoned with in TW, but so was Kyle. The commissioners had tried in vain to stave this match off, but now they were running out of excuses. They knew full well this would be a brawl with very few rules.

Four teens sat in the commissioner's office that morning. They were on the right hand side: Kyle and Stefan. On the other side of the office sat Jacoby and Taylor.

It was obvious there was no love loss between all four teens. But this was not about Stefan and Taylor. This was about Jacoby and Kyle.

Both teens wanted a NHB match. They wanted to settle the score once and for all. Jacoby wanted no Posse member's ringside, including Stefan.

Kyle was all for a NHB match. He had crushed many guys that way. But he knew Jacoby was not one to be easily beaten. Kyle wanted Stefan ringside. His goal was to double team Jacoby at every opportunity. He owed this kid an ass kicking and he aimed to make good on his prior threat.

The two teens exchanged verbal taunts and threats. It was clear this had been an on going feud for some time.

Finally Kyle stood and faced Jacoby. "If they won't sign the fucking match we will meet after hours and settle this. I ain't afraid of you."

Jacoby shoved Kyle out of his face. "Fine by me. I just want to tear you apart."

Taylor and Stefan moved and drug the two teens away from each other. They did not want a fight to erupt in the office. Both knew that would lead to a suspension.

Finally the two hot-headed teens sat back down.

The commissioner stood to his feet. He glanced at his fellow partners before speaking.

"Gentlemen and I use that term loosely. First off we do not sanction NHB matches. The parents don't approve. Second I doubt if this will settle anything."

Jacoby and Kyle stared at the man who was speaking. `Come on, you let Rob and Cody duke it out and also Martin and Taylor." Kyle spat out. He was pissed.

"Yeah we did. But that was before things started getting out of hand. The HW tourney was a good example. Far too much behind the scenes action. Three of the four finalists got beat up and then Anton got stepped on hard after he had lost. Add to that we have already gotten requests for some NHB matches from those events."

"I also turned down Terry and Ryan's request for such a match. Now BOYS, if you want to battle it out in the ring, fine. But it will be with a ref and under league rules."

Both teens shot to their feet. "Never mind, we will settle it our way on our terms." Jacoby said as he bore holes in Kyle with his eyes. "That is if Kyle has the balls to meet me one on one for a no rules no ref match?"

The commissioners knew this match could be a big draw. These two teens really did want to tear each other apart.

But could they really sanction this type of match.

They decided to push the limits. They would grant the match, but under their terms.

"All right, BOYS you got your match."

Kyle and Jacoby knew there had to be a catch.

They waited for the other shoe to drop. And boy did it drop.

"First the match will be NHB. Second it will be to submission. Well let me correct that, it will be who ever gets the most submissions in a one hour time limit. That way luck will not be involved. Third I will pick the referee. Fourth there will be no other wrestlers ringside. That means no one from the Posse. If I see any outside interference the match will be stopped and the fall awarded accordingly. Any questions?"

Kyle and Jacoby looked stunned. They had wanted a NHB match with one fall. Now they had gotten more then they bargained for. A multiple submission match. Both wondered if they could survive that kind of punishment and abuse.

"One last thing boys, there will be no count outs. If your opponent is tossed from the ring you can achieve your submission on the arena floor. Remember NHB means no counts for chokes or any other hold. Only way to break a submission hold is to submit. Then you have thirty seconds of rest before the next fall begins. Think about this long and hard, Boys. This will be a tough one."

Kyle and Jacoby did not stop and think, they just marched forward and signed the contract.

The match was set for the following evening. It would be the final match of the night.

As the time of the match approached Jacoby sat in the locker room with his best friend, Taylor.

These two guys had a lot in common.

Jacoby and Taylor had wrestled as a tag team a few times, and practiced with each other many times. Taylor knew how resourceful Jacoby was in the ring and also how strong and tough the teen was.

Across the hall Stefan was with Kyle. As per the rules the other Posse members were not allowed in the locker room. They had to take seats in the stands like everyone else.

Both teens: Kyle and Jacoby were feeling stirrings of apprehension. Both guys knew this was going to be a brawl.

The lights in the arena dimmed as the announcer stepped into the ring.

He took up the mike and began his introductions.

"First making his way to the ring for this special NHB one hour multiple submission match is our guest referee. He is from the HW division and fairly new to TW. He is Terry."

The big HW wrestler got a big round of applause as he stepped into the ring to officiate this special match.

Terry's main job was to keep track of the submissions and make sure the holds were broken when one guy gave up. Other then that he had no real involvement in this NHB match.

"And now introducing our two competitors. First making his way down the aisle in the white Speedos, standing 5'9" tall and weighing 155 pounds is Kyle."

The audience really could not stand the tough MW grappler. As Kyle ran down the aisle and vaulted over the top ropes he was greeted with a chorus of loud boos.

Kyle did not mind the boos. He stood center ring and flexed. He was ready to kick some LW ass. "And now making his way to the ring clad in the white Speedos, standing 5'11" tall and weighing 155 pounds is Jacoby."

Jacoby also ran to the ring and vaulted over the top ropes to a chorus of boos.

As soon as Jacoby landed in the ring, Kyle leapt in the air and hit him with a drop kick. Jacoby was knocked back out of the ring and flat to his back.

The announcer beat feet and called for the bell. This match was under way.

Kyle did not wait for Jacoby to get up. He hit the ropes and used a sling shot move to land a cross body block to the LW wrestler. Jacoby was smashed to the arena floor.

Kyle stood and stomped down hard into Jacoby's ripped abs. Jacoby let out a grunt as the foot slammed home.

Kyle smirked as he took control of the match from the onset.

Kyle reached down and drug Jacoby to his feet. In one quick motion he slammed the taller teen to the ring apron back first. As Jacoby hit Kyle lifted a knee to his gut. Jacoby doubled forward and Kyle drove a knee lift to his face.

Kyle then hooked his arms around Jacoby's head and pedigreed him to the floor.

Jacoby lie dazed. Kyle lifted the dazed teen and rolled him under the bottom ropes and back into the ring. As Kyle climbed back into the ring he thought how easy this had been.

Jacoby lie face down on the mat trying to get his bearings and his breath. He should have known Kyle would resort to cheap tactics when he had asked to be introduced first.

Kyle measured the dazed teen then scaled the ring ropes. Kyle leapt off and drove both knees to the small of Jacoby's back. Jacoby arched up and Kyle locked on a camel clutch.

Jacoby grimaced with pain as Kyle locked on his hold and bent his already aching back, back hard.

Kyle's face bore the look of a teen on a mission as he cranked on Jacoby's chin and worked his back over.

Terry was down on his knees asking Jacoby if he wanted to submit.

Jacoby refused.

Kyle stood up a little and dropped his ass to the small of Jacoby's back. Kyle then released the camel clutch and lifted Jacoby from the mat by the nape of his neck and his Speedos. In one swift move he gutbusted the muscle teen over his knees. Jacoby rolled around the ring clutching his stomach and gasping for breath. In desperation Jacoby rolled under the bottom rope. He needed a breather and a chance to regroup.

Kyle did not give it to him.

As Jacoby climbed to his knees and hugged his stomach Kyle inched along the ring apron. Kyle leapt off and drove the point of his elbow to the top of Jacoby's head. Jacoby pitched forward, again dazed by the hard ass attack from the MW grappler.

Kyle again drug Jacoby to his feet. He gripped his arm and spun him back first into the ring apron. Jacoby yelled out as his back took another hard shot. Kyle hooked Jacoby around the waist as he fell forward. He power bombed the teen to the floor, then rolled him to his stomach and cinched on a Boston Crab.

Jacoby was so worked over he submitted immediately. He needed the few seconds break to regroup.

Kyle released the hold, turned and planted a boot to the side of Jacoby's head and climbed back in the ring to await the next submission.

Kyle looked fresh as he waited the thirty seconds. Jacoby was struggling on the floor to get to his feet. He could not believe how easily Kyle had dominated him.

Jacoby had just started to climb back into the ring when the bell sounded for the match to continue. Kyle charged across and slammed a forearm to Jacoby's head. Kyle then hooked the muscleboy around the waist and brought him back into the ring with an over the rope suplex.

Jacoby hit the mat hard. Kyle pivoted and applied a reverse schoolboy pin.

Kyle's knees ground down hard into Jacoby's shoulders. Kyle flexed his biceps and rippled his tight six pack abdominals. Kyle then started to lambaste Jacoby's tight hard abs with rights and lefts.

Jacoby felt each powerful fist tear deep into his unflexed abs. He struggled in vain but could not get free.

Kyle finally grew tired of mashing the worked over teen's abs. He stood from the panting boy and climbed to his feet.

Kyle then spat on his opponent. "Man this is too easy." Kyle punctuated this with a double stomp to Jacoby's already reddening abs.

Jacoby lie center ring hugging his gut and wheezing.

Kyle gripped Jacoby's legs. He set to lock on a figure four leg lock and get the second submission.

Jacoby knew if Kyle got the hold locked on he would be down 2 to nothing.

Jacoby yanked his one leg free. As Kyle turned to hook it again, Jacoby pulled his leg back and then aimed it directly into Kyle's crotch.

Kyle saw the blow coming but was to slow to block it. He stumbled back to the ropes as his balls were mashed hard.

Jacoby was too winded to take advantage, but for now he had bought himself a few minutes of reprieve.

Kyle was sagging in the corner as he tried to recover from the low blow.

He watched and saw Jacoby was still too winded to counter.

Both teens took deep breaths.

This match was only fifteen minutes old.

Jacoby finally climbed to his feet. Kyle was somewhat recovered and watched the tough LW wrestler rise.

Jacoby motioned Kyle to the center of the ring.

The two hard ass teens circled. Both were leery about an honest lock up.

Jacoby raised his hands for a test of strength. As Kyle responded, Jacoby swung his foot hard and fast between Kyle's legs. Kyle yelled out and dropped to his knees. As he did, Jacoby drove a thrust to his throat.

Kyle wheezed and pitched forward.

Jacoby stomped down hard into Kyle's back. He then drug the kid to his knees and then to his feet. Jacoby hooked Kyle around the waist and lifted him into an over the shoulder back breaker.

As he held him draped, Jacoby started to bounce up and down on his feet. Kyle moaned and groaned then finally submitted.

Jacoby added insult to injury as he fell backward to the mat and dropped Kyle on his head.

The bell sounded and the falls were even up.

This time it was Kyle who lie dazed in the center of the ring.

Jacoby had his second wind. No one submarined him and survived a multi-submission match.

The thirty seconds passed all to quickly for Kyle. The teen lie center mat rubbing his back and his groin. Slowly he inched himself to the corner and used the ropes to get back to his feet.

Jacoby was counting off the seconds as he waited for the third fall to begin.

The bell sounded and Jacoby charged across the ring. He leveled Kyle with a clothesline across the throat. Kyle's head hit the ring post and Jacoby stepped back and drilled Kyle with a boot to the lower belly.

Kyle doubled forward and Jacoby hooked his head and lifted. He dropped Kyle over the top rope gut first. Jacoby stepped back as Kyle remained draped over the ropes.

Kyle was breathing hard as the rope pressed hard into his ripped abs.

Jacoby moved in and gripped Kyle around the neck and flipped him to the center of the ring. Kyle hit with a resounding thud. Jacoby climbed to the top rope and leapt off. His aim was accurate as he drove both knees into Kyle's ripped wall of muscle.

Jacoby then rolled Kyle to his side and secured a single hammerlock. He took his knee and pinned Kyle's other arm to the mat. Jacoby then went to work on the ripped abdominals of his opponent.

Knee after knee tore into Kyle's abs. Kyle was sweating and gasping for breath as Jacoby worked his powerful six pack abs over.

Terry was on his knees asking Kyle if he wanted to quit.

All Kyle could do was grunt and wheeze. No one had ever worked his abs this hard before.

Jacoby ceased his attack. He rolled Kyle to his stomach and locked on a double hammerlock. He pulled both arms way up Kyle's back.

Kyle grunted loudly.

Jacoby brought Kyle to his knees. He then knelt on Kyle's knees with his own knees. All the while he kept the double hammerlock cinched on.

Jacoby stood up and drug the teen to his feet. In one swift motion he lifted Kyle from the mat with the double hammerlock. Kyle screamed out in pain as he felt the pressure increase on his arms.

Jacoby knew he had the kid beat. He lifted Kyle as high up as he could and let Kyle's own weight intensify the tormenting hold.

Kyle screamed out his submission and Jacoby dropped him to the mat.

The audience cheered as Jacoby went up two falls to one.

Kyle lie on the mat moaning and rubbing his arms. He was pissed.

Jacoby waited patiently in the corner for the next fall to begin.

Kyle had just gotten to his feet when the bell sounded.

The announcer said that twenty five minutes had elapsed.

Jacoby motioned Kyle to the center of the ring for a test of strength.

Jacoby raised his hands. Kyle slowly moved forward and prepared to lock up.

As their fingers touched, Kyle suddenly shot a foot between Jacoby's legs. Jacoby slammed his legs together and tried to back up. Kyle locked his hands and pulled him forward into his upraised knee.

Jacoby whished out his air as the blow tore into his unflexed stomach.

Kyle released the muscleboy's hands and let Jacoby drop to his knees. Kyle then scooted behind Jacoby and locked on a full nelson. He ran full tilt toward the corner post and rammed Jacoby chest first into the corner. Kyle released the full nelson and slammed a double axe handle blow to Jacoby's lower back.

Jacoby sagged in the corner. Kyle stepped back and drilled his foot to the same spot. Jacoby grunted and fell to his knees. Kyle gripped the nape of Jacoby's neck and lifted him to his feet. Kyle then rammed Jacoby's face to the turnbuckle.

After five shots to the turnbuckle Kyle whipped Jacoby across the ring and to the ropes.

Jacoby shot back and Kyle sent a super kick to his belly. Jacoby dropped to his knees hugging his stomach.

Kyle was strong. He moved behind Jacoby and lifted him from the mat. Kyle gutbusted the tough teen twice before letting him fall to the canvas.

Jacoby was face down in the center of the ring gasping for air.

Kyle planted both knees to the small of Jacoby's back. With one hand he hooked his legs. With the other he locked on a rear chin lock.

Kyle then flipped to his back and brought Jacoby over his knees in a surf board submission.

Jacoby screamed out in pain. He refused to submit, but Kyle added more pressure to the chin lock. Jacoby yelled out his submission.

Kyle used his powerful legs and hurled the teen across the ring.

The odds were now even. It was two to two.

Both teens were hurting as they waited for the thirty seconds to pass.

Kyle was leaning on the ropes. Jacoby was face down on the mat.

The bell sounded and Kyle moved quickly on his hurting opponent.

He dropped an elbow to the small of Jacoby's back. Kyle stood quickly and gripped the teen by the nape of his neck. Kyle bulled Jacoby to the corner. He shot a forearm across his throat and held it there. Kyle took his other hand and started drilling Jacoby hard in the stomach.

Jacoby yelled out as his abs gave way under the assault. He wanted to double over, but Kyle was holding him erect.

Kyle slugged away on Jacoby's wash board abs. he could feel the abdominal wall giving way under his onslaught of power punches.

Jacoby was gasping for breath as his abs were turned to mush. Now he knew what Carson had felt like.

Finally Kyle stepped back and let Jacoby fall to his knees.

Jacoby dropped in a heap hugging his battered abs.

Kyle slipped behind the devastated Jacoby. He lifted the worked over teen to his feet and locked on an abdominal stretch. Jacoby screamed out in pain. His abs burned as Kyle cinched the hold on tightly.

Jacoby had tears in his eyes as Kyle continued to work his battered abs over. When he would not submit Kyle slammed on an ab claw.

Jacoby felt Kyle's fingers dig deeply into his bruised and bashed abs.

Jacoby groaned loudly. He tried in vain to hold on but his abs were burning from the combination holds.

"I quit, ah fuck I quit." Jacoby screamed out.

Kyle smirked as he released the ab claw. He then lifted Jacoby into the air and gutbusted him over his knees.

Jacoby fell to the mat in a quivering heap of teen muscleboy. Kyle moved to his corner as Jacoby rolled under the bottom rope and to the floor.

Jacoby lie on the floor hugging his bashed gut and moaning softly. He could not believe he was getting pummeled this badly.

The bell sounded.

Kyle stepped to the ring apron and leapt off. He planted an elbow to the top of Jacoby's head.

Jacoby fell backward to the floor. Kyle double stomped his abs. Jacoby screamed in pain and coughed.

Kyle reached down and gripped Jacoby by the hair. He rolled him under the ring ropes.

Kyle took his time climbing back into the ring.

Jacoby was flat on his back. His chest was heaving as he struggled to breathe.

Kyle took his time and climbed the ring ropes. He measured his man and leapt off.

Jacoby in an act of desperation lifted his knees. Kyle slammed down over Jacoby's knees gut first. Kyle gasped for air as he rolled to the canvas.

Both guys were down, but Kyle was still the least hurt. Kyle crawled to the corner and hoisted himself to his feet.

Jacoby was still down.

Kyle wondered how much time was left in this match. He still wanted to torture this punk.

Kyle aimed a knee drop toward Jacoby's gut. Jacoby rolled out of the way and Kyle hit nothing but mat. Kyle grunted as his knee hit the amt. Jacoby rolled to the corner and pulled himself to his feet.

The two teens eyed each other as they sucked down wind. Both staggered to center ring. As they met they started slamming fists into each other's chests and guts. Kyle was clearly in better shape as he started to back Jacoby to the corner with his hard gut punches.

Jacoby felt his back hit the ring post. He left himself open to an onslaught as he locked his hands on the ropes for support. Kyle drove fist after unanswered fist deep into Jacoby's red splotchy abs.

Kyle stepped back and prepared to drive a karate kick to the beaten teen. Jacoby knew he had to make his move now or it was over. He could not let Kyle go up two falls this late in the match.

Jacoby braced himself, then shot both feet forward. They impacted with Kyle's gut and crotch. Kyle pitched forward and Jacoby sent a hard thrust to his throat.

Kyle dropped to his knees gagging and coughing. Jacoby gripped the ropes again and sent a round house kick to Kyle's head. Kyle fell to the mat.

Jacoby rolled Kyle to his stomach then pulled him to his knees. Jacoby locked Kyle's head between his legs and delivered a pile driver.

Kyle felt his head and neck compress into the mat. Jacoby let the teen roll to his side, then he rolled Kyle to his stomach and locked on a camel clutch sleeper hold.

Terry was right there and raised Kyle's arm three times. He called for the bell as Kyle was taken out.

Jacoby let the teen go and stood to his feet. He stomped down hard into Kyle's back and stumbled toward his corner. Jacoby was close to exhaustion.

"Ten minutes remain. The falls are three apiece." The ring announcer said.

Kyle was just starting to recover as the bell again sounded.

Kyle may have been the one put to sleep, but Jacoby still looked in far worse shape. His stomach muscles were screaming from the hard abuse Kyle had inflicted on him.

Jacoby watched as Kyle climbed to his feet. Both teens knew this would be the deciding fall. Both knew they had to pull out all stops to get the final submission.

The audience as well as some of the wrestlers were on their feet as the time limit was fast eroding in this brutal NHB multiple submission match.

The two battle weary teens circled and prepared to come to grips.

Both teens had taken a tremendous amount of punishment. Almost in unison the two tough teens began to bounce off the ropes. They narrowly missed connecting with each other a few times. On the fourth attempt they slammed each other with across the chest clotheslines. Both rugged boys went down hard.

Terry watched as both teens struggled to get to their feet. He as well as the audience knew who ever got up first would have the advantage.

Kyle was to his feet first. He slammed a foot down into the pit of Jacoby's stomach. Jacoby grunted and fell back to the mat. Kyle then lifted Jacoby's legs and dropped knees to the back of the thigh muscles.

Jacoby knew what was coming but was powerless to fight back. Kyle dropped three knees to each thigh and then set for the coup de gras. He locked on a figure four leg lock and fell to his back. Kyle bridged up to apply more tension to Jacoby's knees.

Jacoby slapped the mats and tried to make it to the ropes. But even as he struggled to reach the ropes he knew that would not break the hold in this type of match.

Kyle bridged higher and placed more pressure on Jacoby's knees. He wanted this submission desperately.

Jacoby did the only thing he could think of, he started to rock from side to side. He knew he had to reverse the hold or he was going to lose.

Kyle could feel Jacoby rocking and he applied more pressure. It wasn't enough. Jacoby had the momentum and managed to roll them over reversing the figure four. Now Kyle was face down on the mat and in agony.

Kyle strained and rolled them to their sides. He bent his body so he could land a few solid blows to Jacoby's abs. Jacoby grunted as each rock hard fist tore into his battered abdominals.

Kyle landed one last hard shot and rolled to his back. Jacoby yelled out as the figure four once again started to contort his tendons.

Suddenly Kyle released his submission hold. He stood and stomped both of Jacoby's knees.

Jacoby lie on the mat in sheer agony. He tried to roll under the bottom ropes but Kyle gripped his feet and pulled him back to the center of the ring.

Kyle then planted a swift kick to Jacoby's balls. Jacoby curled up in pain hugging his groin. Kyle grinned evilly.

Kyle drug Jacoby to his feet and whipped him to the ropes. As Jacoby shot back Kyle knelt down and lifted him over his shoulders in a fireman's carry. Kyle then moved backwards to the corner and started to scale the ringpost.

Kyle staggered a few times, due to his state of near exhaustion, but he knew if he pulled this maneuver off he had the match won.

Kyle made it to the top rope with Jacoby still over his shoulders.

Kyle then showed why he was one of the strongest wrestlers in the league pound for pound.

He hoisted Jacoby over his head.

Kyle then leapt from the top ropes to the ring. As he did he gutbusted Jacoby.

Jacoby cried out as his abs took one of the hardest shots ever in his young life.

Kyle hit the canvas and Jacoby rolled form his knee and curled into a fetal position. The young muscleboy was retching and coughing as he lie hugging his bashed stomach.

Kyle straightened Jacoby out, stomped his stomach again, then locked on a body scissors. Kyle hooked his ankles and squeezed his powerful legs together.

Jacoby screamed out in pain as Kyle's powerful quads crushed what was left of his abdominal muscles.

Jacoby started to cough and wheeze as he could taste his lunch coming up on him.

"Oh fuck, I submit." Jacoby cried out. Kyle gave one final flex with his powerful legs and Jacoby fell limp to the mat.

There was still four minutes left.

Thirty seconds passed in the wink of an eye for the devastated Jacoby. He lie on the mat hugging his battered gut. He knew he could muster no defense for another fall.

Kyle knew it as well and when the bell sounded went right to work on Jacoby's bashed abs.

Kyle gripped Jacoby's legs and pounded stomps down into his red and bruised gut. Jacoby was out of it as Kyle destroyed him.

Kyle tired of stomping the beaten muscleboy. He moved to Jacoby's head and dropped down in a reverse schoolboy pin. Kyle's muscular butt smothered Jacoby's face and any chance of the teen crying out his submission. Kyle then went to work. He hammered lefts, rights and double fisted blows into the mushy and splotchy abdominal muscles of his opponent.

Jacoby felt each and every blow rip deeply into his stomach. He tried to scream out his submission but Terry could not hear him. For the next three minutes Kyle pummeled Jacoby's stomach.

Kyle felt like superman as he beat the living shit out of the top LW contender. He had wanted to teach this hard ass teen a lesson in the ring for a long time. Now he had succeeded.

Jacoby knew exactly what Carson had felt like. As the bell sounded and Kyle stood to his feet, Jacoby blew his lunch all over the mat. He hugged his bashed gut and moaned softly.

Kyle had his hand raised in victory, then turned and kicked Jacoby one last time in the pit of the stomach. Jacoby let out a loud grunt and hugged his battered gut. Kyle strutted from the ring.

Jacoby was to beaten up to move. He lie there in his own vomit hugging his stomach and moaning softly.

Finally after what seemed an eternity, Taylor entered the ring and helped his buddy to his feet. Jacoby fell limply against Taylor and the big muscleboy lifted the teen and carried him back to the locker room.

It would be a week or so before Jacoby was ready to wrestle again. He was used to dishing out beatings like this, not being on the receiving end of one.

Kevin was ecstatic. Now he had a few others to teach the same lesson to. They needed to know one did not walk out on the Posse.

In the Posse locker room Kyle was greeted to a hero's welcome. Everyone was pleased with his performance.

Across the hall the only person with Jacoby was Taylor. Taylor helped his buddy get cleaned up, then he made sure Jacoby got home.

After dropping Jacoby off at home Taylor headed back to the arena. He wanted a piece of Kyle on next week's card.