MW vs HW: Stephen / Bastian: Part 1 punk_wrestler2000

Stephen had watched the torment that Bastian had put Tommy through the week following his brutal beating of the young lightweight wrestler. Stephen had wanted to intervene more then once, but had held off. He would get his shot in the ring.

As Tommy's week of humiliation came to an end, Bastian was looking for his next slave boy victim.

Bastian had seen Stephen around school and the TW arena. He thought it would be great to have the muscleboy as his slave for a week. He decided to challenge the middle weight wrestler to a NHB match.

Bastian was a good-looking, blond haired, blue eyed pretty boy, who could back up his big mouth. He was a tough guy. Bastian knew how to get down and dirty in the ring and in a street fight. He figured he would have no trouble whipping the better built Stephen.

Bastian approached Stephen in the work out room of the TW arena. He at first stood back and watched the powerful young man lift weights. He was impressed with Stephen's ripped 8 pack abdominals and his huge bulging biceps.

As Stephen stopped his work out and took a cool down period, Bastian made his way over to the muscleboy.Bastian looked Stephen directly in the eye. "Rumor is you think you are a tough guy."Stephen stood to face Bastian. As he did Bastian shot a hard right hand to his abs. Stephen flexed his powerful torso and absorbed the hard punch. Stephen shot a hard left right combination to Bastian's ripped stomach. Bastian grunted but took the hard shots. "Yeah, I'm tough. Think you can take me in the ring, BOY?" Stephen said as he glared at the taller teen.

Bastian grinned, "Yeah it will be a piece of cake. All your muscles are for show, boy. I know how to handle your kind."

Stephen smiled, "Let's go for it."

Bastian reached in his back pocket and produced a contract. He handed it to Stephen.

Stephen looked it over and smiled. "NHB and loser is the winners slave. You got it, boy." Stephen said as he signed the contract. He was going to enjoy whipping Bastian.

Bastian reached in his gym bag and tossed Stephen a shirt with Loser stitched across the front and the back, "Here, start wearing it now. Get the feel of being a loser and my slave boy."

Stephen caught the shirt and tore it in two. "Don't count on it, tough guy. I plan on taking you down hard."

Bastian flipped the muscleboy off and turned and walked towards the commissioner's office with the signed contract in hand. He knew he could dominate Stephen with his underhanded tactics.

Stephen watched him go and felt a thrill at being first in line to take the mean-spirited heavy weight down a few notches. Stephen knew his muscles would prevail.

As the time of the match drew near, Bastian went to find Tommy. Tonight was Tommy's last night of bondage to Bastian. Bastian wanted Tommy to perform for the crowd as he entered the ring.

The announcer began his introductions.

"Our next match is a middleweight versus heavy weight match. Its to submission and with the stipulation of the loser becoming the winner's slave for one week."

The audience booed loudly as they saw Bastian being led to the ring by Tommy.

"Now making his way down to the ring, accompanied by his slave for the week Tommy is Bastian. Bastian weighed in at 203 pounds and stands 6'1" tall."

Tommy held the ropes for Bastian to duck under them. As Bastian entered the ring, Tommy removed his robe and then licked his boots. As Tommy stood up, Bastian slapped the lightweight hard across the face, then told the loser to take a hike.

The audience booed even louder as Bastian humiliated Tommy one last time.

Bastian stood center ring clad in his white trunks and stood posing his rock hard muscles for the ladies. Some of the girls whistled as they looked over Bastian's well-proportioned physique.

"His opponent for tonight's match stands 5'11" tall, weighs 189 pounds, making his way to the ring is Stephen."

The girls went wild as the young muscle god made his way to the ring clad in his skimpy blue wrestling tights. Stephen's rock hard abs were quite noticeable against his bronze he-man body.Stephen entered the ring and rippled his solid eight pack abdominals and flexed his huge 18" biceps. There was no doubt about it this young middleweight wrestler was well put together.

The referee explained the rules as the rig announcer continued. "This is again to submission. Pin falls will not count. The match ends when one guy can not continue or is unconscious."

Bastian and Stephen had their eyes locked on each other. Both knew this was going to be a brutal hard fought match.

The two teen titans moved to their corners and awaited the bell.

When the bell sounded, both guys charged each other in a hope to assert dominance early on. They locked up collar and elbow in the center of the ring. Their biceps bulged as each tried to bull the other back into the corner.

Neither could get the dominant shove. Bastian finally released the tie up and slugged Stephen in the gut. Stephen did not even grunt as his powerful abs took the hard closed fist.

Stephen went to fire a shot back, and Bastian blocked and launched a hard karate kick to his groin. Stephen grunted and sucked wind as his jewels were hammered hard.

Bastian did not wait for the muscleboy to recover, he slammed a double axe handle blow to Stephen's neck. Stephen staggered, but did not go down.

Bastian belted the teen titan with an upper cut to the jaw. Stephen's head snapped back and Bastian drove the point of his boot into Stephen's belly just below the navel.

Stephen stumbled back to the corner. Bastian waded in, fists ready to do some damage.

Stephen was still trying to recover from the low blow. Bastian was full of fight as he landed rights and left at will into Stephen's eight pack abdominals.

Stephen struggled to remain upright.

Bastian smiled evilly. "I was right, all those muscles are for show. You got nothing, WIMP." Bastian said as he clobbered Stephen with a straight right hand to the jaw.

As Stephen's head again snapped back, Bastian drove his knee to the muscleboy's groin. Stephen pitched forward face down on the mat clutching his balls.

Bastian stood over the downed teen. He dropped an elbow to Stephen's back.

Bastian helped the winded teen to his feet and hurled him into the ropes. As Stephen recoiled, Bastian slammed a double laced fist to his ripped stomach. Stephen stopped in his tracks as he felt the powerful blow pummel his ripped torso.

Bastian smiled broadly and launched a standing drop kick. Stephen hit the ropes and fell backwards out of the ring.

As he lie on the floor, he knew he had to mount some offense or he was going to get his ass kicked.
Tommy was watching in dismay as Bastian dominated Stephen. Tommy had really thought Stephen could handle the sadistic heavy weight.

But once again, Bastian was dominating the match.

Stephen lie on the floor sucking wind. His balls throbbed from the two low blows. He could not believe this pretty boy was whipping his ass.

Stephen crawled to his knees and reached for the bottom rope. Bastian watched and waited then did a baseball slide maneuver. His feet caught Stephen flush in the face. Stephen fell back to the floor.

Bastian stepped to the ring apron and landed a knee drop to Stephen's ripped torso. Stephen grunted loudly as he felt the 203 pounds crush his rock hard abs.

Bastian picked the prone teen up and power bombed him to the arena floor. Stephen arched up and took a double knee drop to his stomach.

Bastian helped Stephen up again and placed him in a bear hug. He drove the muscleboy's back against the ring apron hard. Stephen sagged forward with his head on Bastian's shoulder.

Bastian rolled the demolished muscleboy under the bottom rope and back into the ring.

Stephen lie on the canvas sucking wind.

Bastian climbed into the ring. He waltzed around from corner to corner posing and blowing kisses to the young female fans. "Man if this is the best TW has, it ain't much. This muscle chump is whipped."

While Bastian gloated and flexed his muscles, Stephen was slowly crawling to his feet and regaining his composure.

Stephen climbed fully to his feet with the help of the ring ropes. He took a couple of deep breaths and prepared to resume the match. He knew he had to get down and dirty to best this hard ass teen.

Bastian was still flexing and posing as Stephen stalked him. Stephen tapped Bastian on the shoulder. When Bastian turned, Stephen drove his thumb into the sadistic wrestler's throat.

Bastian gasped for air. Stephen did not mess around. He slammed the tough guy with a brutal knee to the balls. Bastian dropped to his knees in pain. Stephen stepped back and drove a second knee into Bastian's chest.

Stephen was pissed. He bent down and drug Bastian to his feet. He then showed off his potent muscle power by lifting Bastian over his head and dropping him gut first over his extended knee. Bastian grunted and clutched his midsection as he rolled around the ring.

As Bastian rolled towards him, Stephen unleashed a powerful kick to the teen's head. Bastian was dazed by the hard kick. Stephen followed with an elbow drop to the teen's chest.

Stephen rolled Bastian to his stomach and locked the teen titan heavy weight in a camel clutch. Stephen's powerful biceps bulged as he pulled back on Bastian's head and neck. Stephen's powerful legs squeezed Bastian's rib cage.

Bastian yelled out as he felt the power of the tough teen's brutally applied submission hold. He could not believe this kid had this kind of strength left to fight.

The referee was asking Bastian if he wanted to quit. Bastian grunted out an emphatic no.

Bastian realized he was close to the ropes and reached out and gripped the bottom rope. The ref ordered Stephen to release the hold.

Stephen released the hold and jumped to his feet.

Bastian climbed to his feet slowly. He needed the breather.

The two muscleboy's circled.

Stephen looked confident, Bastian looked leery.

Bastian watched and waited. As Stephen closed in Bastian went for a low blow. Stephen was ready. He caught Bastian's foot and turned him around. Stephen gripped Bastian around the waist and atomic dropped him over his knee.

Bastian yelled out as he felt his spine being jolted by the maneuver.

Stephen maintained his grip on Bastian's waist. He whipped the teen into the ropes and met him with a back breaker. Bastian roared in pain as he felt Stephen's full muscle power.

Stephen let Bastian roll to the canvas.

Bastian's hands rubbed his back. As they did Stephen landed a double stomp to Bastian's gut. Bastian fell back to the mat with his hands pinned behind him. Stephen dropped down on the teen's chest and started to pummel his abs.

Bastian could not flex his abs to stop the punches. Stephen landed power punch after power punch to Bastian's ripped torso. He slowly began to break the muscleboy's abs down.

The ref did not intervene as the contract had stated no holds barred.

Bastian was sweating and breathing hard as Stephen continued to land punch after punch to his unprotected gut.

Stephen finally stopped his brutal assault on the teen's once powerful abs. He stood and then dropped down with both knees to Bastian's stomach. Bastian almost yelled out.

Tommy was watching and grinning madly as Stephen beat the hell out of his tormentor.

Stephen stood up and yanked Bastian to his feet. He looked the tough teen in the eyes and smiled. "Told you I was going to whip you hard." Stephen shot Bastian to the ropes.

As Bastian ricocheted off Stephen met him with a hard supped kick to the lower belly. Bastian dropped to his knees clutching his stomach.

Stephen pivoted and landed a swift side kick to the teen's head Bastian dropped face first to the mat.

Stephen again pulled the teen to his feet. It was time to end this match. He lifted the heavier boy over his shoulders and placed him in a torture rack. Stephen applied the pressure as he bounced up and down on his feet in the center of the ring.

Bastian's eyes watered as he fought the urge to submit.

Bastian felt his powerful abs burning as Stephen tortured him in his brutal hold. Bastian had to do something and do it quick. With his right hand he reached around and raked Stephen's eyes.

Stephen yelled out and dropped Bastian to the mat as he staggered to the corner temporarily blinded.

Stephen rubbed at his eyes trying to get them to clear up. Bastian was still down, but slowly getting to his feet.

He glanced over and saw Stephen rubbing his eyes. He crawled across the ring and drove his fist into Stephen's groin.

Stephen dropped to his knees in a scream of agony.

Bastian was still recovering so he locked the muscleboy in a double hammer lock and just held him prone. Bastian needed some time to regroup after Stephen's brutal assault.

Stephen's balls throbbed as he lie face down on the mat in the double chicken wing. He could feel Bastian exerting his power and yanking his arms to the center of his back. Stephen let out another yell as his big biceps were tortured.

Stephen tried to get to his knees and Bastian scissored his waist. Bastian rode Stephen back down to the mat.

He released the double hammerlock and went for a sleeper hold.

Stephen felt Bastian's big biceps secure the finishing hold.

Stephen felt himself going out. In desperation he drove his elbow into Bastian's sternum. Bastian grunted but did not let up on his sleeper. Stephen shot two more hard elbows to the teen's chest and sternum. Bastian could not maintain the hold.

Stephen felt Bastian release the sleeper. He gulped down air as he rolled away from his opponent.

Both teens got to their feet. They charged each other and hit with simultaneous clothes lines. Both guys went down hard.

Stephen recovered quicker then Bastian. He was on his knees and crawling towards the muscleboy.

As Stephen got close Bastian rolled and got to his knees. Both close to exhaustion gladiators began throwing hard fists to each other's faces and upper bodies.

Stephen caught Bastian with a hard left hook that sent him back down to the mat. Stephen got to his feet and staggered to a neutral corner. He was spent.

Stephen knew he had to end this match quickly. He glanced at Bastian who was now on all fours. Stephen slowly started towards him. Stephen approached cautiously. When he was near enough he drilled Bastian with a brutal kick to the ribs. Bastian yelled out and fell back to the mat.

Stephen waited. Once again Bastian crawled to all fours. This time Stephen stepped in front of him ans gripped his head. He pulled Bastian from the canvas, than bull dogged him back down.

Bastian yelled out as his head was driven hard into the mat.

Stephen moved to Bastian's legs. He gripped the right leg and stretched it out on the mat. Stephen then dropped his knee down on Bastian's knees. He moved to the left leg and repeated this maneuver.

Bastian roared in pain. He knew what was coming.

Stephen gripped Bastian's legs and applied a figure four leg lock. Stephen made sure Bastian was not near enough to grip the ropes. Stephen cinched the hold in and applied the pressure.

Bastian pounded the mat with his fists as he tried in vain to take the torturous hold and the brutal pain as his knees were contorted. Stephen turned his legs and applied even more pressure to Bastian's knees.

Tommy cheered loudly from ringside as Stephen tortured the mouthy cocky heavy weight.

"Break his damn legs, Stephen." Tommy yelled out as he grinned.

Bastian knew he was beat. If he did not give up, he knew Stephen would snap his leg. Quietly Bastian said, "I quit."

The ref ordered Stephen to release the hold. Stephen quickly complied. The ref raised Stephen's hand in victory.

Stephen moved to Bastian's corner and got the loser's shirt. He walked back over to Bastian and lifted the teen up and put the shirt on him.

Stephen dropped the beaten teen back to the mat. "Now LOSER, tomorrow morning you will come by my house. We have some things to work out."

Bastian wanted to spit in Stephen's face, but he had lost the match fair and square. He would pay up. But there would be a rematch.

Stephen left the ring to the loud cheers and catcalls of the female crowd.

Bastian was still lying in the center of the ring. He tried to get to his feet and fell back to the mat. He crawled to the corner and used the ropes to get to his feet.

He noticed Anton watching him. Anton slowly made his way towards the ring. Bastian was glad his friend was coming to assist him. He knew he could not get back to the dressing room under his own power.

Bastian had forgotten after his match with Jeff, he had decked Anton in the locker room. Anton had not forgotten.

Anton slipped under the bottom rope and helped Bastian to his feet. As Bastian turned to thank him, Anton dropped him with a brutal clothes line. Anton then dropped down on Bastian's already injured legs.

Bastian roared in pain as Anton started pounding on his bruised abs. "Next time you decide to deck someone, be sure they won't retaliate in kind." Anton said as he drove a big fist to Bastian's face.

Bastian fell back to the mat barely conscious. Anton stood, kicked Bastian in the gut and headed back to the locker room.

Bastian lie in the ring for another few minutes, before medics arrived from the back and assisted him out.

Bastian was checked over and nothing was broken but his pride.

As he lie there, he vowed revenge on Anton.

Bastian slowly dressed and left the TW arena. Starting tomorrow he would get a taste of humiliation. But there was always next week to seek revenge.