NHB: Trace Vs Cody: Part 1 punk_wrestler2000

**A Private encounter in the gym**

A couple of days after his suspension and his little ambush by Kale and trace, Cody was in the gym working out. He was still mad at Dane for his comments about the tag match. That was part of the reason Cody had been so rough with Kale.

Cody was working on the heavy bag trying to get his frustrations out. Two weeks without wrestling would drive him nuts.

Damn wimpy Kale, if he could not handle the rough and tumble action he should not be wrestling., Cody thought as he pounded hard fists and kicks to the heavy bag.

Trace had followed Cody to the gym. He wanted a shot at Cody, NHB. Just the two of them. No referee, no rules, just man to man hard hitting action.

Trace spotted Cody pounding on the heavy bag and walked over to him. Trace was a behemoth at 235 pounds of solid rock hard muscle, The teen stood 5'11 and had solid 18" biceps. Trace's upper torso was ripped with rock hard muscle.

Cody was no slouch in the build department. He stood 6' weighed 209 pounds and could lift twice his body weight. Trace knew taking Cody on in a NHB match would be a tough challenge. But Trace had no doubt he could whip the muscleboy."Hey CHUMP." Trace said as he walked up to Cody and stood nose to nose. "Feel like getting it on. Just you and I?"

Cody turned and locked eyes with Trace. "Where and when?" Cody asked not backing down one iota.

"Right here, right now. You and I, NHB." Trace said as he shoved Cody back out of his face and pointed to the boxing ring.

Cody felt his adrenaline rise as Trace challenged him to fight NHB. "Lets go. I whipped your partner, I sure as hell can kick your ass."

Trace grinned, "You do know what NHB fighting is, right Chump." Trace asked as he flexed his big hard biceps.

"Yeah, wimp, I do. It means anything goes, no rules, no ref, we go till one can not continue or submits." Cody said getting cocky.

The two powerhouse teens climbed into the ring. Both were ready to get it on. Both teen's faces held a rugged looked as they eyed their muscular adversary.

Cody felt a twinge of apprehension. He had never fought NHB before, but he knew Trace and Kale had fought many underground matches and done quite well for themselves. He wondered as he watched the big muscleboy, if he could best him. Then he thought so what if he lost. He was still the TW champ.

Trace eyes Cody, "BTW, If I win, Trace and I get first crack at you and Dane for your tag team titles. Deal?"

Cody sneered, "Deal, but you can't take me."

Trace was enjoying Cody cocky confident attitude. He was going to enjoy working this kid over and beating his ass.

They were done talking and powered into each other. Cody whipped the muscleboy into a side headlock and flipped him to the mat. Cody cranked on the pressure than turned the headlock into a choke hold.

  Trace struggled for a few seconds then began to power back to his feet. He lifted Cody from the mat and slammed him back down. Cody maintained the headlock and flipped Trace again to his back.

Cody cranked hard on Trace's neck. Trace grunted and pounded two hard fists to Cody's ribcage.

Cody released the headlock, stood and stomped Trace's groin. Trace roared out in pain and curled into a ball. Cody gripped his legs and laid two powerful stomps to Trace's solid midsection.

Cody kept his grip on Trace's legs and went for a fast match ending figure four leg lock.

Trace felt Cody trying to cinch it in. He placed his right foot against Cody's butt and kicked the powerhouse teen to the ropes.

Trace got quickly to his knees and buried a kidney punch to Cody on the recoil. Cody sank to his knees. Trace drove a knee to the center of the muscleboy's back. Trace then hooked Cody's arms and pulled them back, while keeping a foot between his shoulder blades.

Cody struggled to break his arms free, but Trace had him locked tight.

Trace brought Cody to his feet and drove him chest first to the turnbuckle. Trace released Cody's arms and turned the tough teen to face him. Trace followed up with three big fists to Cody's lower belly. Cody gasped at the power of each punch. As Cody started to double, trace brought a knee lift to his head.

Cody's head snapped back and Trace buried a big boot to his stomach.

Once again Cody doubled. Trace hooked his waist and lifted Cody into the air. He power slammed him to the center of the mat.

Cody hit hard and arched up. Trace double stomped Cody's ripped abs.

Trace remained standing on Cody's stomach and bounced up and down, driving the wind from Cody's lungs.

Trace, stepped off the wind champ and drug him to his feet. Trace whipped Cody to the ropes and slammed a clothesline to his throat. Cody crumbled to his knees.

Cody was gasping for breath as he took a hard beating from the tough heavy weight.

Cody tried to stand and Trace drove the point of his boot deeply into Cody's stomach. Cody clutched his stomach and fell forward. Trace lifted the winded teen and gutbusted him over his outstretched knee.

With no referee there was no one to halt the action. Cody felt Trace dragging him back to his feet. Trace shoved Cody to the ropes, then locked his arms between the top and middle ropes.

Trace stood in font of the prone wide-open teen. "Now boy we go to school. Gonna teach you what taking a NHB match really means.

Trace took his stance. He teed off on Cody's hard body like he was working out on a heavy bag. Each punch and kick was delivered with deadly accuracy and sunk deeply into to Cody's torso.

Trace delivered about twenty solid fists, knees and kicks before he stopped and released Cody from the ropes. Cody dropped in a heap at Trace's feet.

Cody slowly climbed to all fours. Trace kicked him had in the chest, flipping him to his back. Cody gasped for air as the beating continued. He could not believe Trace was this strong.

Trace stepped back giving Cody a chance to recover. "Come on, CHUMP. Show me why you are the CHAMP." Trace taunted.

Cody finally got back to his feet. He charged Trace he locked a claw hold on his groin. Cody screamed out in agony as Trace's powerful fingers squeezed his groin. Trace then showed his superior strength. He lifted Cody over his head. Trace had one hand on the teen's groin, the other on his throat.

Cody knew he should never have accepted a NHB match. Trace pressed Cody of his head four times, then hurled him hard to the mat. Cody lost his breath, as he was slammed harder then he ever had been in his life.

Cody's entire body was wracked with pain. Trace was doing a number on him. Cody lie in the center of the ring thinking of ways to counter this man's muscle power.

Trace bent down and started to drag Cody to his feet. Cody shot a weak fist to trace's balls. The punch only grazed the muscleboy.

Trace was pumped. He was getting retribution for his partner's injury and self-satisfaction by beating the hell out of the TW CHUMP.

Trace had no doubt once Cody's suspension was over, that he and Kale could take the tag team titles.

Trace lifted Cody up then atomic dropped him back to the mat. Cody fell forward face down on the mat. He lay there gasping for breath. Trace drove two hard kicks to Cody's ribs.

Trace was impressed. So far Cody had taken everything he had thrown and not given up. But Trace could see Cody had nothing left. The muscleboy was struggling to draw a breath.

Trace rolled Cody to his back. He dropped down on his chest and scissored his ribcage. Trace then started driving hard fists to Cody's already busted gut."Come on Chump, submit." Trace said as his power punches tore into Cody's bruised abs.

Trace knew when he was done it would take Cody at least two weeks to recover from this squash job.

Trace was showing no mercy.

Cody felt the breath being beaten from him. He had no strength to fight back. His stomach was on fire as Trace continued to lay in power punch after power punch. Cody could not see the punches coming, so he could not flex his abs.

Trace ceased his assault. He wanted to hear the champ submit loudly and beg to be let go. Trace pulled Cody up and tossed him to the ropes. As Cody recoiled Trace bent down to rack him. Cody some how saw the move. He launched a hard kick to Trace's throat.

Trace gagged and dropped to his knees. Cody slumped to the mat too exhausted to capitalize on his advantageous maneuver.

Cody finally had gotten his breath back and was using the ropes to climb to his knees. Trace was slowly getting back to his feet. Trace was stunned to think Cody had anything left.

Trace started towards Cody. He raised his hands for a contest of strength. Cody was apprehensive but raised his hands. As they started to lock, Trace drove a hard knee to Cody's groin. As Cody doubled, Trace lifted him and pile drove him to the mat.

Cody crumbled into unconsciousness at Trace's feet.

Trace stood and looked down at the TW heavy weight CHUMP. He wanted to continue beating the hell out of Cody. He wanted the muscleboy to see he was not invincible.

But Trace did not continue. Instead he sat on the mat and waited for Cody to come to.

Twenty minutes later Cody opened his eyes and looked at the powerhouse teen that had kicked his ass.

"Had enough, Cody? If not I'm willing to give you another ass whipping." Trace said cockily.

Cody shook his head, "I've had enough. I know when I have been beaten."

Trace helped the battered and bruised champ to his feet. "Remember boy, Kale and I get you and Dane for the titles."

Cody did not even want to think of a title match. He had never been this badly beaten up. Trace had whipped him and whipped him hard. Cody wondered if he was the wimp and if this sport was too rough for him.

"You'll have your title shot. Get the contract drawn up, we will sign it." Cody was disheartened. But he was in no position to get cocky. Trace had clearly showed he was no one to mess with.

Cody limped from the ring holding his bruised stomach and rubbing his sore neck. He could not remember the last time he had been this sore from a fight. He never should have gone NHB with a muscleboy like Trace.

Cody headed for the showers. He let the hot water cascade over his sore and aching body. He just had his first taste of DEFEAT. He did not like the feeling.

Cody dressed quietly and limped out the door of the gym. Now he had to tell Dane they had two tough title defenses coming up Kale and Trace and HB and Kane. Cody doubted if they would be tag champs after this. Kale and Trace would crush them. HB and Kane were the top contenders for the titles. Cody knew deep down their reign would be short lived.