Handicapped Match: Part I punk_wrestler2000

**Walt Vs Booker and Zack**

After Zack had defeated Booker a week ago, Walt had boldly challenged both of the muscleboys to a handicapped match. Walt had been quite insulting as he made his challenge. Then a week later Walt had said boldly he was not afraid of Booker and Zack together and also challenged Luke to a one on one match. This had been after Walt had blindsided Willy. Willy had defeated Cliff, Walt's buddy, and Walt wanted to extract some revenge on the lightweight tough guy. Booker, Zack and Luke had come to Willy's aide.

More words had been exchanged and more threats issued. Now the night of the match was at hand. As before Walt and Cliff were together in the locker room. Only this time it was Cliff giving Walt a rub down before the match.

"Walt, I will be watching your back. You will squash those two muscleboys." Cliff said as he gently massaged his buddy's shoulders.

Walt nodded. "I know I can handle them. They have shown me nothing. Both are pretty boys who need a good ass kicking. But it helps knowing you are in my corner. Never hurts to have a helping hand and a sneaky low blow."

Cliff just smiled sadistically. He had all due intentions of helping his buddy win.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight's lead off bout is a handicapped challenge match. First making their way to the ring are Zack and Booker."

The audience cheered loudly for the two good-looking muscleboys. They had watched Zack and Booker battle it out a couple of weeks ago, in a good hard fought match.

Zack and Booker both looked fit and ready to wrestle. Zack stood 5'11 and weighed in at 166 pounds. He was 15 years of age. Booker stood 5'11 and weighed in at 164 pounds, He was 16 years of age. Both guys had already proved how tough they were.

The young ladies cheered and whistled as the two muscleboys posed in the ring and waited for alt to be introduced.

"Now making his way towards the ring is Walt. Walt is 17 years old. He stands 6' tall and weighs in at 187 pounds."

The audience could see Walt's cocky over-confident demeanor as he approached the ring and made slashing motions to Booker and Zack. Walt flexed his big biceps and ripped his tight abdominal muscles.

Walt had no doubt he could crush these two wimps.

The referee called the three combatants to the center of the ring.

"The rules are those of a tag team match. Two wrestlers in the ring at once. No low blows, no chokes, you will break when it is called for. DON'T make me repeat my instructions. All right move to your corners and come out wrestling."

Zack stepped through the ropes and grabbed the tag rope. Booker stood posed and ready to face Walt.

The bell sounded. Booker and Walt circled.

The two tough guys locked up in a collar and elbow tied up. Walt quickly muscled Booker to a neutral corner, than hip tossed him to the center of the ring. Booker started to get back to his feet and Walt dove at him catching him with a flying head-scissors. He whipped Booker down to the mat hard.

  Booker was surprised by the power of Walt's well defined legs. He struggled to take the crushing power of the head scissors. Walt rolled Booker around the mat, increasing the tension on his head with each roll.

Booker was getting winded as he tried to fight free of the well-applied hold.

Zack watched, knowing Booker would not submit to this type of hold.

Walt released the head scissors. Booker climbed slowly to his knees. He was breathing hard. Walt slipped behind Booker and locked him in a full nelson. He pulled Booker to his feet and muscled his chin to his chest. Walt's biceps bulged as he held the powerful Booker compliant. Booker struggled but could not break free. Walt lifted Booker from the mat and drove him back down face first, still maintaining his brutally applied full nelson.

Walt maneuvered his powerful legs around Booker's midsection and squeezed. Booker grunted as he felt his air driven from his lungs by the powerful leg muscles of his opponent.

Walt had Booker locked up in the center of the ring. He looked confidently at Zack and grinned. "Told you, you guys had nothing."

Zack started through the ropes, but the ref headed him off.

Well the ref got Zack out of the ring Walt released his scissors hold and drug Booker to his feet and shoved him to the corner. He landed a hard chop across Booker's ripped chest. When Booker leaned back Walt drove a hard closed fist to Booker's groin. Booker collapsed in a heap in the corner.

Zack was livid as Walt used an illegal tactic to take Booker down. The ref had not seen the low blow, so he allowed the corner assault to continue.

Walt stepped back and drove two hard stomps to Booker's abs. Booker clutched his stomach and rolled into a fetal position.

Walt helped Booker to his feet. He gripped his arm and flung him hard to the opposite corner.

Zack moved quickly wanting to stave off any further damage to his partner. Zack stood in the corner and took the force of the slam.

Walt watched as Zack hung in the corner with Booker in front of him. He lowered his head and charged in. He prepared to drive his shoulder to Booker's sternum.

Both Zack and Booker hit the mat. Walt slammed the corner post hard. Zack drug Booker to the corner where he tagged in.

Zack moved towards Walt who was already back on his feet and waiting. Walt met Zack with a hard kick to the stomach,

As Zack doubled, Walt hooked his arms and power bombed him to the mat. Walt did not wait. He double stomped the muscleboy's gut. Zack felt his powerful abs absorb the blow.

Walt stood from Zack's torso and drug the muscleboy to his feet. He locked Zack in headlock. Walt purposely turned from the referee and drove a thumb to Zack's throat.

Zack struggled to breathe. Walt drove a second thumb to his throat and let him sink to his knees.

As Zack was on his knees breathing hard, Walt stood back and fired two hard kicks to his ribs. Zack dropped to the mat clutching his side and breathing hard.

Walt drug Zack up by the nape of his neck. He whipped him to the ropes. As Zack recoiled Walt locked the muscleboy in a powerful bear hug. Zack felt his chest getting crushed by Walt's powerful biceps.

It was at this point Cliff made his way ringside. Walt released the bearhug and locked Zack in a full nelson.

He made his way to the ropes where Cliff was waiting to inflict some double-teaming on a now defenseless Zack.

Booker decided enough was enough. He stepped down from the apron and moved stealthily around the ring. As Cliff was ready to interject himself in the match, Booker came up behind him and drove a forearm between his legs. Cliff yowled out and dropped from the ring apron to the matted floor. Booker moved in on the downed teen. He landed a hard stomp to Cliff's soft belly, then dropped a leg across his throat. Cliff was going no where for the time being.

The referee moved down to check on Cliff. Booker took the opportunity to assist his partner. He rolled in the ring and drove a swift hard kick to Walt's groin. A little payback for the shot he had taken earlier.

Walt let Zack go and dropped to his knees clutching his privates. Booker was back in his corner by the time the ref had turned around.

Zack took a few seconds to get his composure. He locked Walt in a full nelson and walked him over to an eager and anxious Booker. Zack held Walt wide-open as Booker stepped through the ropes. Booker was ready to extract some revenge.

Booker powered two hard shots to Walt's lower belly. Walt grunted but could not double over. Booker then shot a knee to his groin. "How do you like it, BUD?" Booker asked as Zack released the full nelson.

Walt sunk to his knees. Booker and Zack each grabbed an arm and drove a double knee lift to Walt's gut. Then they hurled him to the ropes and double back body dropped Walt to the center of the ring.

As Walt hit the mat, Zack and Booker hit the ropes and dropped simultaneous elbows to his chest and stomach.

Booker then stood over Walt and slapped him in the face. "Come on tough guy, show us what you got." Booker said as he dropped a big fist to Walt's sternum.Zack was now outside the ring. The referee had climbed back in. He watched as Booker tagged Zack. Booker then hurled Walt to the ropes. He caught Walt in his arms and lifted him. Zack had climbed to the top rope. As Booker held Walt elevated, Zack leapt and connected with a clothes line.

Walt hit the mat hard. Zack moved quickly. He lifted Walt and dropped him over his knees in a back breaker.

He reached out and tagged Booker back in. As Zack held Walt over his knees, Booker dropped an elbow to his chest.

Walt was in a world of hurt as the two muscleboys tagged in and out at a rapid pace. Booker lifted the winded and hurting Walt to his feet.

He tagged Zack. Booker then raised Walt for a pile driver. As he held the tough cocky guy in position, Zack climbed to the top rope. Zack leapt again and drove Walt hard to the mat. Walt collapsed in a heap in the center of the ring.

Zack went for the cover. The referee had gotten a two count, when Cliff climbed through the ropes and kicked Zack hard in the head.

Zack was seeing stars as Cliff's foot struck his temple. Booker was through the ropes quickly. He hit Cliff with a flying body tackle, knocking him to the corner. Booker then landed three hard fists to Cliff's soft belly.

Cliff dropped to his knees and took a hard knee to the chest.

Booker turned just in time to see Walt pressing Zack over his head. Booker did not hesitate. He launched a drop kick at Walt. Walt saw it coming and tossed Zack towards Booker. Booker was caught off guard as he felt Zack's body weight strike him full in the chest.

Booker stumbled back to the ropes.

Walt charged. He struck Booker with a clothesline that flipped him over the top rope and to the arena floor.

Walt then lifted Zack back to his feet. Walt lifted the muscleboy and suplexed him to the center of the mat.

Zack's air was knocked form him as he hit. Walt was back on his feet and stomped the downed teen's gut twice. Walt then dropped down and hooked Zack's legs going for the pin fall.

The ref's hand struck the mat twice, but somehow Zack found the resolve to kick out. Walt was incredulous. He stood and moved to the ropes. He prepared to drop a big elbow to Zack's gut. Zack rolled and Walt hit nothing but mat.

Zack quickly maneuvered around and locked Walt in a figure four head scissors.

Booker had gotten back to his feet. He climbed to the top rope. He spread his arms and splashed down across Walt's chest.

Walt felt his air driven from him as Booker's muscular frame compressed his chest.

Zack released his figure four head scissors. He quickly hooked

Zack released his figure four head scissors. He quickly hooked Walt's legs. Walt had nothing left to kick out with and Zack quickly garnered the three count.

Zack and Booker embraced as they got the win, in spite of Cliff's outside interference.

Cliff was helping Walt to his feet. Walt and Cliff eyed the two muscleboys. "So you won, big deal. Next time Cliff and I against you two."

Booker and Zack flexed their biceps, "You got it, boys."

Zack and Booked headed to the locker room. They were happy with their victory over Walt and his buddy. Next time they would crush them both.

As they entered the locker room, Booker looked at Zack. "All right, we make a pretty good team. But I still want my rematch."

Zack grinned, "Anytime my friend. Our last match was long and grueling and either of us could have won."

Booker nodded, "Yeah that's the truth. We did give each other a rough time. How bout in a couple of weeks?"

Zack nodded. "Fine by me. Lets go get both contracts signed and ready."

The two friends headed off to get the contracts drawn up. They were both looking forward to their rematch.