Damon Vs Alex: Part 1 punk_wrestler2000

A week after Damon had taken his tremendous beating he was still feeling alone. He needed a match that he was sure he could win. Something, that would project him back into the limelight.

After his grizzly defeat and his refusal to tag in, even Kevin did not want the young wrestler in his stable. Damon realized he had burned all his bridges behind him. He was now a solo wrestler, for better or worse.

He decided to find a jobber for his next match. Someone he could easily whip, and do so with authority. If he was destined to become a solo wrestler, he needed to make his presence known in the league.

He had watched Alex take a couple of harsh ass kickings. He figured he could easily handle the lightweight wrestler. Alex so far had shown him nothing.

He approached the 15_year_old in the weight room. Damon studied the younger teen. Alex looked soft. He had a nice body, but lacked muscle development. A few good hard fists and kicks, then he could toy with the jobber.

Damon knew Alex was always ready to sign a match. He approached the younger teen. "Hey Alex. Feel like going one on one against me?" Damon asked with a confident smile.

Alex looked up at the more muscular teen. He knew that Damon and Marcus had recently split and he had watched as Marcus had whipped Damon. Alex knew Damon was out to put a hurtin on someone. He wondered why the muscleboy had chosen him.

Alex was not one to back down from anyone. He took every match that came his way. He stood to his feet and faced Damon nose to nose. The two teens were exactly the same height, but Damon had 24 pounds on him. All of it muscle.

Alex slowly smiled. He knew Damon sucked as a solo wrestler. He thought he finally stood a chance of getting his first win in TW. "Sure, Damon. I'll take you on."

The two teens shook hands then headed to the office to get the contract signed and on the fast approaching card. Damon was finally going to get to squash someone. He now had a bounce to his step as they entered the office.

The Chair at TW realized what Damon was up to, but agreed to sign the match when both teens seemed eager for it to take place.

In short order the match was signed and placed on the upcoming card.

It was to be the opening match of the evening.

Saturday could not come quick enough for Damon. He knew Marcus would be in the stands watching. He wanted to send a clear_cut message to his former partner. Next time they met, Damon planned on kicking Marcus's ass.

"Ladies and Gentlemen our lead_off match is a lightweight / middleweight challenge match. First entering the ring making his first solo appearance at 16 years of age, weighing 169 pounds and standing 5'10 is Damon."

The good_looking pretty boy bounded down to the ring. He leaped over the ropes and stood center ring flexing his biceps. He scanned the stands and his eyes came to rest on his former tag team partner.

As Alex was being introduced, Damon made slashing motion across his throat and pointed at Marcus.

"His opponent for tonight's match is 15 years old, weighs in at 145 pounds and stands 5'10" tall. He is Alex."

Alex ran to the ring. He was just excited to be having another match.

The ref called both teens to the center of the ring and quickly frisked them for weapons. He explained the rules and both boys moved back to their corners.

The bell sounded.

Marcus charged Alex, gripping his arm and whipping him fast to the ropes. Alex slammed the ropes back first and ricocheted back towards Damon who lifted a big knee into Alex's soft gut. Alex crumbled to his knees, gasping for breath. He had not expected Damon to attack so quickly.

Damon moved in front of Alex and started to drag him back to his feet. Instead he plowed two more, heavy knee lifts to the teens weak stomach.

Alex clutched his stomach as he dropped to his knees.

Damon did not cut the less muscled teen a break. He got behind Alex and locked him in a full nelson. He cranked on the pressure as he raised Alex to his feet and forced his chin to his chest.

Still holding Alex in his powerful arms. Damon ran full tilt to the corner. Alex knew what was coming and braced himself for the impact.

Alex grunted as his chest struck the turnbuckle. Damon used his full body weight to drive Alex in to the corner hard.

Damon released the full nelson and gripped Alex around the waist. He lifted the winded teen and suplexed him to the center of the ring.

Damon looked down on his weak and almost defeated opponent. He liked being in the driver's seat. He was enjoying squashing this lightweight jobber.

Damon gripped both of Alex's legs. He spread them apart and landed two hard stomps to Alex's unflexed abs.

Alex moaned and clutched his aching gut.

Damon dropped the teen's legs. He hit the ropes and bounced off. He was going for an elbow drop. Alex somehow had the presence of mind to roll out of the way. Damon hit nothing but mat.

Damon was back on his feet quickly. He was irate. He grabbed Alex by the hair and whipped him into the corner. Damon followed, ramming a big shoulder block to Alex's already red and tender stomach. Alex collapsed in the corner with his arms around his aching gut.

Damon pointed to the defeated boy and looked directly at Marcus. He made another slashing motion across his throat. Damon did not see Alex slowly getting back to his feet.

The audience was impressed with the tough lightweight. The kid had taken a hard beating, but he was not ready to lie down and quit.

Alex took a couple deep breaths. He was irate at the way Damon had squashed him. He was irate at being manhandled by an inferior wrestler. He felt an inner resolve building. Alex wanted to win.

Alex was now standing fully erect in the corner. His stomach still ached, but he was done playing jobber for this muscleboy.

Damon was still taunting Marcus, when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

He thought it was the referee getting ready to tell him to get back to the match. He turned and Alex shot a hard thrust to his throat. Damon was caught totally off guard. He stumbled back to the ropes gasping for breath. Alex followed landing two hard kicks to Damon's heaving chest.

Damon's hands gripped the ropes for support. Alex moved to Damon's right and laid in two sledgehammer gut blasts.

Alex was still in a weakened state, but Damon felt the blows. Alex knew had he been fully recovered he could have dropped the muscleboy.

Damon was still gripping the ropes and trying to draw a full breath. Alex stepped in front of Damon and fired off a hard straight kick to his lower belly. Damon grunted loudly as he felt the kick tear into his abdominal muscles.

Alex grabbed Damon's wrist and pulled it from the ring ropes. He attempted to hurl Damon across the ring but Damon held on. Damon pulled Alex back towards him and lifted a big knee into the teen's soft midsection. Alex dropped to his knees, again hugging his stomach

Damon reached down and locked Alex in a front facelock. He drove the lighter teen to the mat. Alex was kicking his feet as Damon turned the face lock into a choke hold.

The referee was there to check and started counting Damon. Damon broke the hold at the last possible second. Alex crawled to all fours. Damon kicked the teen twice in the gut, forcing him to roll through the ropes and to the arena floor.

Damon did not follow. He would gladly take a count out victory. Alex lie on the floor clutching his bruised stomach and trying to get his wind back. He was sore but still had some fight left.

He slowly stood to his feet and started to climb back into the ring. Damon moved over to assist his opponent. Alex had, had enough. He gripped Damon's legs and pulled them through the ropes. Damon was caught off guard and fell hard to his back. Alex then lifted Damon's legs and slammed both his knees down over the ring apron. Damon yelled out as he felt his knees being hammered against the ring apron.

Alex then locked Damon's legs in a figure four leg lock and held Damon's legs draped over the ring apron. Alex fell back to the matted floor and cranked the pressure on Damon's knees.

Damon let out a yell as his legs were tortured. The referee immediately began to count Alex trying to get him to break the hold.

Alex kept it cinched on till the last possible second than broke it. He crawled back into the ring.

Alex was like a man possessed as he landed on Damon's upper body with a double knee drop.

Alex pulled Damon up to his feet and whipped him towards the ropes. Damon never made it as his legs buckled and he fell face first to the mat.

Alex hit the ropes and dropped a big elbow to the small of Damon's back. Damon grunted as he felt the power of the lightweight jobber.

Alex stood back to his feet and delivered two hard stomps to Damon's now sore back. Alex than dropped down on the more muscular wrestler and cinched in a Boston crab. Alex poured on the pressure.

Damon was breathing hard as he fought the pain in his back and legs. He was not going to submit to no jobber.

Damon tried to power up using his arm muscles. Alex released the Boston crab, stood slightly and dropped back down into the small of Damon's back. Damon again sprawled to the mat.

Alex stood and rolled Damon to his back. He dropped down on Damon's stomach with a double knee drop. Damon was seeing stars as the lightweight wrestler took it to him.

Damon was now struggling to breathe.

Alex moved down to Damon's legs. He stomped both knees, than locked on a sharp shooter.

Damon swore loudly. He was now struggling to hold back his submission. Alex cranked on the pressure. Damon could not stand the pain to his already injured and banged up knees.

Damon yelled out his submission. Alex broke the hold, and waited for the referee to raise his hand.

He finally had his first victory in TW. He was ecstatic.

Marcus could not help but smile as Alex's hand was raised in victory. His former partner had thought he found an easy mark. Instead he found another tough defeat.

Alex was all smiles as he was announced the winner of the match. He would finally be able to go home and tell his father he had won.

Damon was still lying on the mat. He could not believe the jobber had forced him into submission. Maybe it was time for him to take a break.

Damon slowly crawled to his feet and limped from the ring towards the commissioner's office.

He had, had enough.

He entered the office and told the commissioner that he was taking a couple of weeks off to rethink his standing in TW. He would give him a decision in two weeks as to if he would return to wrestling.

Damon entered the locker room, grabbed his belongings and headed home.

He needed this break to regroup and to train. If and when he returned he would be a better wrestler.

((Side note. Damon will be back and in grand style.))