Timon Vs Nickolai...I jimsub81

Timon had been away for several months with his family in Germany but he had returned to the States a week ago and was ready to resume his place in the TW league. He had started most impressively with a win over the skilled Robby and he was eager to post another victory. When he got to the gym where the TW wrestlers worked out he saw that there were a lot of new faces and a few that were missing. He found his friend Wallace and got filled in on what had happened since he was last there. Timon found out A LOT had taken place in his absence.

Nickolai was one of those newcomers Timon was being filled in about. Nickolai had one match and had lost it. He had trouble finding an opponent he felt he could defeat. The last thing Nickolai wanted was to start with two losses. He saw what happened to wrestlers who lost too often. They tended to disappear. When Nickolai saw Timon standing with his Adidas shirt talking to Wallace he saw a boy slightly smaller than he was and thus someone he thought he could best. He wondered if Timon was a league wrestler or just a visitor. He walked over to Wallace and got introduced to Timon. Yes, Nickolai had heard of him. A win over this returning favorite would do much to boost his standing. He challenged Timon to a match. Timon not knowing anything about the solidly built teen was at first reluctant. Nickolai sensed fear and knew he had chosen his opponent correctly. Nickolai , the son of Russian immigrants, appealed to Timon's sense of national pride and boasted that the Germans could never defeat the Russians on the battlefield or in the ring. Timon's face grew red and Wallace had seen this before. It meant Timon was angry and that was not a good thing. Wallace backed off. In a controlled voice Timon accepted the challenge. The league was anxious to have Timon back in action and inserted the match into the next card

After the Vinny and Noel rematch was over the ring announcer began, "Our next event is a middleweight match. First, standing 5 feet 11 inches tall and weighing in at 176 pounds...NICKOLAI!" He trotted to the ring to a smattering of applause. "And, his opponent, standing 5 feet 10 inches tall and weighing in at 163 pounds...TIMON!" A much louder round of applause greeted Timon as he walked to the ring in his speedo. He had been too long absent for the hard core fans and they showed it with their cheers. The two squared off and Nickolai got his first look at Timon without a shirt and he swallowed a big lump down his throat. Despite being only 15 Timon was one of the best built boys in the league. He had a massive chest and legs that looked as if they could crush rocks. Fans saw that Nickolai was a very fit and well toned teen too but paled in comparison to Timon. The bell rang and the fight was on...

Nickolai quickly devised a strategy. If Timon was that muscle bound he would most likely lack agility. He decided to use a hit and run tactic against the German. He rushed in and smacked a hard chop across Timon's big chest and pulled away before he could be grabbed. Timon seemed unfazed by the strike and Nickolai jumped in for a second. Again Timon seemed not to notice the blow. Nickolai then launched himself into the ropes and came flying back at Timon with a big forearm that also stuck the chest. Timon backpedaled a few steps but seemed unhurt. Timon held his arms out to his side and shrugged his shoulders as if to say "What are you trying to do?". He then put his hands on his hips and awaited Nickolai's response. Nickolai then walked up to Timon and whipped another hard backhand across Timon's bulging pectorals. His hand actually stung as it impacted the hard muscle. He threw another and a third and Timon just stood there and took it. Then, as if he were showing Nickolai how to do it Timon threw his own backhand across Nickolai's chest. The blow sent the boy staggering backward and into the corner. Timon had had enough of this cocky Russian and was about to show him just how a German could beat a Russian.

Timon closed on Nickolai and fired three swift kicks to his torso pushing him down to the mats. He then stomped the right leg then dropped a knee to it. Nickloai howled in pain as Timon grabbed a handful of hair and pulled him to his feet. Timon fired a hard punch to the stomach that doubled Nickolai over. He then cinched in a front face lock and DDTed him. A hard punch to the small of the back had Nickolai hurting before Timon's camel clutch. Nickolai grimaced in pain as Timon pulled his chin back as hard as he could. There was no way Nickolai was going to submit to this German boy he had so boldly challenged. Timon grew annoyed and released the hold after one final tug. He slammed the small of the back a second time and pulled Nickolai up and flung him to the corner. Nickloai landed chest first and fell back flat on his back. Timon dropped an elbow to the chest then locked his powerful legs around Nickolai's head...and squeezed.

In the entire league perhaps only Noel could mach Timon for sheer leg muscle power and Nickolai was feeling every bit of that strength as they crushed his head. He thought he was going to pass out, and was having a hard time breathing. Nickolai was on the verge of submitting when his flailing hands brushed something. Even in his dire situation he recognized what he had touched and he went back to it. He grabbed the soft bugle under the thin garment and squeezed. Timon instantly released the pressure as Nickolai twisted his genitals. The referee made Nickolai release the grip but he had freed himself.

Both boys needed a few moments to recover. Each seemed to be getting to his knees at the same time when Nickolai shot out a kick that caught Timon along side of the head. Timon fell to his side and Nickolai stood over him and shot three hard kicks to the muscleboy's ribs. The kicks hurt him and Timon gripped at his side. Nickolai then grabbed both of Timon's feet and spread his legs apart. He then stomped down on the wide open gut again and again. Timon had very hard abs but the series of stomps took a toll. Nickolai wanted some revenge after the initial beating Timon had given him and followed the stomps with a a double knee drop to the stomach. Timon sat up with both arms wrapped around his hurting middle. Nickolai then hurled himself into the ropes and came back at Timon nailing him with a clothesline to the throat. He landed right on top of Timon. He had not planned on going for a pinfall but decided to give it a try since he was in perfect position. The referee got two a two and a half count before Timon kicked out with respectable force. Nickolai was furious at the ref for what he thought was a slow count. He got up in the referee's face and was yelling loudly at him forgetting about Timon for just a moment.

Not until he saw the referee's eyes move to look at Timon did Nickolai turn to see his opponent...too late. Timon fired a punch the drove deep into Nickolai's lower belly. He fell forward and Timon caught him then picked up his 176 pounds as if it were nothing and slammed him down with authority. He pulled Nickolai up and tossed him to the ropes landing an elbow to the chest as he rebounded. Timon rolled Nickolai over to his stomach and fell down on his left leg resting his shoulder on Nickolai's butt. With his body on top of the left leg he grabbed the right ankle and began to twist. With Timon's weight holding Nickolai down at the waist Nickolai could not turn over. His left leg was hopelessly pinned. He was powerless to prevent Timon from twisting his leg off. Nickolai felt tremendous tension on his knee and fearing serious injury, as well as the terrible pain, he tapped out his submission. Timon immediately released the hold and got up to have his arm raised as the victor.

Nickolai was furious both at himself and at Timon. He could not believe he had lost to the German boy three years younger than himself. He really felt he could have beaten Timon and cursed his missed chances and his mistakes. Timon held out a hand to help Nickolai up. Nickolai just glared at him and knocked it away and struggled up himself. He looked Timon in the eye and said in his Russian accent, "I want a rematch you Nazi.". Timon's face grew red with anger as it had before and said in his thick German accent, "I'm no Nazi you IDIOT I'm JEWISH. And as for a rematch I'll be happy to give that to you and maybe next time I won't hold back so much as this time!" Timon left Nickolai in the ring and exited to a lot of cheering. Nickolai wondered just how much of an enemy he had just made.