Heavyweight Battle: Lon Vs Lance: 1 punk_wrestler2000

The heavy weights who were not in the mini tournament knew it was time for them to start strutting their stuff if they were to become contenders to challenge the newly crowned champion. Who ever that would be.

Lon was in the weigh room working out when Lance boldly walked in and got right in his face and challenged him to a match.

"Up to a match, Lon?" Lance asked in a challenging voice.

Lon set down the weights and looked at the powerful teen standing in front of him.

Lon had to look up to meet Lance's eyes. He looked over Lance's hard body and ruggedly good-looking physique. "Sure, I'll take you on. Hope you don't mind losing." Lon said with a cocky grin. Lon then flexed his large 17 ½" biceps and rippled his hard well-developed upper torso.

Lance paid the teen no mind, "It will take more than your muscles to whip me. I'm good and have been wrestling for years. I know how to handle you muscleboys."

Lon wanted to get it on right here and now, but knew the TW officials frowned on action in the weight room. Instead Lon shoved Lance back out of his face. "If you got the guts we will get the match signed right now. We can still make tonight's card."

Lance nodded. "Lets go and get it signed. Its your funeral."Within a few minutes they were in the main office and the match was signed.

Both teens knew it would be a tough hard match.

As Corwin and Drew garnered their surprising victory over Tyson and Brett, the audience waited to see who was up next. So far they had seen a real show of good tough matches.

"For our next match we have two tough heavy weights who are making their TW debut. Entering the ring first at 18 years of age and weighing 219 pounds and standing 6' tall is Lon."

The young ladies were on their feet as the good-looking tough guy made his way to the squared circle.

Lon entered the ring and posed for his female admirers. He flexed his huge biceps and rippled his taunt chest and stomach muscles.

"His opponent for tonight's match is also 18 years of age. He weighs in at 212 pounds and stands 6'3" tall. Now entering the arena is Lance."

Lance jogged to the ring and vaulted over the top rope. The young ladies gave him a rousing welcome. Lance also posed for the female fans, but his body though solid and defined, paled next to Lon's.

Lance stood nose to nose with Lon as the referee checked them over and issued the instructions. Lance's tactics were intimidating to most of his opponents. Lon did not look intimidated. He looked up at the taller boy and met his stare.

Cody had made his way matside. He was taking an avid interest in this match. Cody liked seeing his up and coming competition in the heavy weight division.

Cody glanced around the ring and noticed Pat on the other side of the arena also observing this match up.

The bell sounded and the two large boys moved towards each other. Both were confident of obtaining a victory.

They stood center ring staring each other down. Lance finally stood and placed his hands on his hips. "Come on pretty boy. Lets see how hard you can punch." Lance challenged as he pointed at his ripped abdominal muscles.

Lon smiled. He stepped back and powered a hard combination to Lance's stomach. Lance took the first punch, but staggered back on the left hook.

Lon smiled.

Lance moved back over to Lon. "My turn."

Lon took his position. Lance powered a hard fist to his stomach just above the navel. Lon did not even grunt as the blow ricocheted off his ripped stomach. Lance quickly slugged the muscle-bound teen again.

Lon again took the hard punch. He smiled at Lance. "You're not so tough."

Lance's face flashed red. "All right shows over, lets wrestle."

Lance made a dive for Lon's legs, but Lon stepped back. As Lance committed to the dive, Lon dropped a big elbow to his back. Lance dropped and rolled, quickly getting back to his feet.

Lance raised his hands for a contest of strength. Lon snickered as he moved in to lock up. He knew this would be no contest.

Lon started to lock hands with Lance, when Lance suddenly pulled back and landed a hard foot to Lon's groin. Lon dropped like a ton of bricks clutching his family jewels.

The ref had seen the low blow and quickly moved in to caution Lance about his tactics.

Lon was still down and rolling around on the mat as he tried to fight the pain in his groin. Lance's blow had done its damage.

Lance reached down and drug Lon to his feet. He hurled him into the ropes. As Lon recoiled, Lance met him with a double fist to the gut. Lon stopped in his tracks and sunk to the mat.

Lance reached down and again lifted Lon to his feet. He lifted the winded teen and power slammed him hard to the mat. Lance followed with a hard double stomp to Lon's ripped abs.

Lon's abs could not take 219 pounds stomping them. His chest heaved as he tried to draw a breath.

Lance pulled the hurting teen from the mat and walked him to the corner. He sat Lon on the top rope then climbed up. He hooked Lon's body and suplexed him from the top rope.

Lon hit the mat hard. He arched up as his back hit. Lance was back on his feet. He knew he had to keep the advantage.

He hit the ropes and landed a big leg drop across Lon's throat. Lon rolled trying to breathe.

Lon finally rolled under the bottom rope, hoping to buy himself some time.

Lance followed him outside the ring. He lifted Lon from the matted floor, hooked his arm and drove him ribs first into the steel guardrail.

Lon clutched his side as his ribs impacted with the steel rail.

Lance smiled maliciously as he looked down on the hurting muscleboy.

"Come on, boy. Get up and show me how you were going to beat me." Lance said as he drove a hard booted foot into Lon's stomach.

Lance headed back to the ring to break up the ten count.

Lon was lying on the arena floor trying to get his composure back. So far Lance had kicked his ass.

Lon finally stood and started to make his way back to the ring. Lance watched them climbed to the second rope. He leapt with a drop kick aimed for Lon's chest and head.

Lon saw it coming and sidestepped. Lance hit the matted floor back first. He hit with an incredible impact.

Lon quickly, laid in a couple of hard stomps to the downed teen's gut, than climbed back in the ring to stop the ref's count.

Lon took a few seconds to catch his breath. He then slipped back through the ropes. He assisted Lance to his feet. He drove the teen back first against the ring apron.

Lance yelled out as his back was pulverized under against the ring under Lon's powerful frame.

Lon held Lance erect by his throat and powered two hard fists to the teen's gut. The whish of air from Lance's lungs could be heard in the first three rows.

Lon lifted the teen and shoved him under the bottom rope.

Lon then climbed back in the ring.

Lon rolled Lance to his back and applied a boston crab submission hold. He sat far up on Lance's back and pulled mightily on his legs.

Lance felt his back screaming in pain as Lon's powerful arms pulled upward on his legs.The referee asked Lance if he had enough. Lance shouted out an emphatic no.

Lance tried to reach his arms a round and rake Lon's eyes, but Lon applied more pressure to his legs and back.

Lon gripped both of Lance's legs with one hand, than brought his other hand back under Lance's chin. He placed both his knees into the center of Lance's back and applied pressure.

Lance yelled out, but would not submit.

Lance released the hold. He stood and dropped a big knee to Lance's tenderized back. Lance grunted and rolled. As he did he took a big boot to the gut. Lance curled up into a ball to stop the vicious onslaught.

Lon yanked the winded teen to his feet. He gripped his head and bulldogged the larger boy.

Lance felt his head being driven hard into the mat. He lie there stunned.

Lon rolled Lance to his back. He started lying in hard stomps to Lance's chest and belly. Lance tried to roll, but Lon dropped down on him with a knee drop. Lance was in a world of hurt as Lon took it to him.

Lon drug Lance to his feet. He flung the teen into the ropes. He lowered his head going for a back body drop. Lance grabbed the ropes and stopped himself. With every thing he had left he launched a kick to Lon's head.

His aim was accurate.

Lon dropped to the mat, but so did Lance.

Lance's aim had been better than accurate. The toe of his boot had caught Lon in the throat. Lon was struggling to draw a breath.

The referee was up to seven on his count out of both wrestlers. Lance started to get to his feet. Lon was still gagging and trying to breathe.

Lance's legs were wobbly but he made his way over to the downed muscleboy. He drove a big boot to Lon's gut. Lon wheezed and pitched face first to the mat.

Lance dropped a big elbow to the small of Lon's back.

Lance then drug the still gasping teen to his feet. He whipped Lon to the ropes. As Lon recoiled, Lance planted a double fist to his stomach. Lon stopped in his tracks and sunk to his knees.

Lance knew he was in control. He lifted Lon from the mat and positioned him for a pile driver.

Lon in desperation slammed a fist to Lance's groin. Both boys tumbled to the mat in a heap.

Lance was clutching his groin and gagging. Lon was still wheezing and trying to get his breath. The Referee once again began his ten count.

Both teens struggled and somehow made it to their knees. Both had been through the wringer.

Both were breathing hard as they drug themselves to their feet with the aid of the ring ropes.

Slowly they moved towards each other. Lon went for a headlock, but Lance countered with a thrust to his throat. Lon gasped and again sunk to his knees. As he did, Lance shot a knee to his head. Lon dropped hard to the mat. Lance moved as quick as his body would allow. He gripped Lon's legs and spread them.

Lance planted two hard stomps to Lon's once hard abdominal muscles. He let Lon's legs drop. Lance than lifted Lon from the mat and flung him again into the ropes. As Lon flew back towards him, Lance gripped him by the throat and choke slammed him hard to the mat.

Lon gagged. Lance dropped on last knee to the struggling teens gut, than hooked his leg as he pinned his beaten foe to the mat..

The ref's hand struck the mat three times, giving the victory to Lance.Lance stood up on wobbly legs as the referee moved to raise his hand in victory. Lance knew he had been in a fight.

Lance stepped slowly from the ring. He could not believe he had beaten Lon.

Lance had no doubt Lon would be seeking a rematch.

He glanced back towards the ring and saw Lon was finally getting to his feet. Lance continued on his way to the locker room. His debut match was his first victory. He hoped it was only one of many.