In which Elton and Ryan begin a match RyanCarrWeber

Elton's ring debut was impressive, as was his match agaist Jordan, and everyone told him so in the week following. It didn't take long for his already-simmering aspirations to the heavyweight championship to swell into a self-righteous determination that the title should, and would, be his.... but first he would need to prove that he could handle heavyweights. And who better to show up than the heaviest of them all, Ryan. Beating him, Elton thought, would both shut the fat footballer up about heavyweights' superiority and make Elton a sure-fire contender for the HW title. He made the challenge, and it didn't take long for Ryan to accept... he was actually glad for the chance to show Elton that he was *not* a heavyweight before the mw got too big for his britches. The match was set to be the first on the next Saturday's lineup.

Elton, the challenger, was called to the ring first. At 187 pounds, he was one of the most muscular and built middleweights, and he also had the advantage of considerable amateur wrestling experience. He felt confident, and he looked confident as he sauntered to the ring in his tight black singlet and entered the squared circle at his own pace. Next, Ryan was introduced, and walked down to the ring flanked by Trace and Kale, who took seats in the first row. Ryan was massive - several inches taller than Elton, and almost 100 pounds heavier. Standing close to Ryan for the first time, Elton felt his stomach tighten as the thought flashed through his mind that he might not win this match. In his tight shorts and football jersey, Ryan was very intimidating.

When the bell rang, Ryan charged at Elton, attempting to spear him into the corner. Elton dodged out of the way, however, pushing Ryan into the corner. When Ryan turned, Elton heaved him onto his back with an arm-drag takedown, which he turned into a hammerlock behind the superheavyweight's back. Ryan winced as his arm was yanked up behind his back. Trying to get up added to the pressure, so he just sat there until Elton let up. He still couldn't get up, however, as the strong black teen slammed an elbow down into Ryan's already-aching right shoulder. Pulling the heavyweight up roughly by the same shoulder, Elton whipped him into the ropes and caught Ryan by surprise with a leaping clothesline that put the heavy back on the mat.

Elton was on a roll, and the crowd was totally behind him as he pulled Ryan to his feet once more and Irish whipped him into the corner, following with a shoulder-block which winded the massive teen. Elton slammed a knee into Ryan's gut, and led him, doubled-over, back to the center of the ring, where, to the crowd's adulation, he slammed the 280+ pound teen soundly on his back. Trace and Kale, on the outside, were annoyed, and impressed despite themselves. The crowd around them was in hysterics as Elton dropped a leg over Ryan's chest and then pulled him up once again. Whipped into the ropes, Ryan returned to get back-body dropped by Elton, who then sat hard on the heavyweight's chest and began leveling blows to his head.

Elton got up, and bounced off the ropes with a huge elbow that connected hard with Ryan's soft gut. Hooking a leg, the amateur wrestler wrapped Ryan into a pseudo-cradle for a pin. The ref's hand hit the mat twice before the heavyweight kicked out at the very last possible moment. Elton, now feeling quite impressed with himself, pushed Ryan into a corner again. Stepping back, he flexed for te audience while signaling that he was about to slam a clothesline accross Ryan's chest. He wound up, sprinted accross the ring - and slammed into a hard, empty turnbuckle as Ryan ducked out of the way of the on-coming body block. Elton fell to his knees, his arms crossed over his aching chest, and this gave Ryan a chance to catch his breath.

When Elton stood up, Ryan was waiting with a double axe-handle to the shoulders that put him back on his knees. A stomp to the chest pushed Elton onto his back, and another stomp further aggravated the amateur's pained chest. Ryan pulled Elton to his feet. Elton tried to tie Ryan into his full-nelson finisher, but Ryan was ready for him, and as soon as the hold was on, the heavyweight propelled himself back into the turnbuckles, crushing Elton under his huge frame. Ryan took hold of the ropes, and slammed himself back into Elton over and over, while Elton slowly sank until Ryan's ass was slamming massive blows to his chest. Elton was winded and exhausted, and wished for just a little more of the hubris he'd felt just a moment ago. Trace and Kale, when Ryan glanced at them, nodded their approval.

Ryan reached down, grabbed a handfull of the front of Elton's singlet, and pulled him up by it. This time, Elton gave no offense as he was guided to the center of the ring and tossed into the ropes. Now Ryan performed a back-body drop of his own, and followed by smashing his butt down onto Elton's chest, getting up quickly to avoid the pin. Elton's back was aching, his chest felt like there was a car resting one of its tires on it, and he got the distinct impression that Ryan's position as a self-proclaimed heel meant that this would not end soon unless Elton ended it. When Ryan reached down to pull Elton up again, Elton grabbed his wrist to try to pull the heavyweight down, and Ryan let him succeed, falling full-weight onto the black teen's prone frame.

Ryan got up and smiled as Elton again covered his chest. Pulling the middleweight up by his singlet, Ryan backed him into a corner, grabbed his wrist and Irish whipped him hard into the opposite corner. Before Elton even realized what was happening, Ryan's full girth crashed into him, crushing the hunky black wrestler into the corner. When Ryan moved, Elton just slumped to the mat... there was no way he could recover from this. Ryan positioned Elton so that he was leaning against the bottom turnbuckle, and walked to the opposite corner. He mimed riding a horse, and then charged, crashing his butt down on Elton's chest in an intense bronco buster that left the amatuer wiped out.Elton lay nearly unconscious when Ryan moved. The super-heavyweight walked slowly around the ring, enjoying the disapproval voiced by the crowd. When he had come full-circle, back to Elton, he stomped the teen in the chest and gut several times before planting his foot firmly over Elton's throat. Elton gasped, and the referee started counting but Ryan pulled back before he was disqualified. He reached down to grab one of Elton's ankles and out of nowhere, the black teen thrust a kick to Ryan's chest, sending him flailing back. Elton was even surprised, and felt he was getting a second wind. He ached all over, but he couldn't let this fat louse bully him with power moves. He reached down and pulled himself to his feet.

Elton waited in the corner, groggily watching Ryan approach. The heavyweight attempted a shoulder-block, but Elton dodged. He slipped through the ropes, took hold of Ryan's thick neck, and snapped the bigger teen over the top rope, leaving Ryan gasping and laid-out while Elton had some time to regroup. The black teen did so, and reentered the ring with a strategy: submission. He took one of Ryan's ankles and twisted the footballer's knee, sending Ryan into fits of pain. The heavyweight flailed, his meaty fists beating the mat as he tried to kick Elton away from him. After several attempts, one kick struck the teen's thigh, taking his legs out from under him. Elton was still pumped, though, and got right back up, blocking an attempted fist to the head and returning one of his own, which staggered Ryan back.

Elton hiptossed his dazed opponent to the center of the ring, and bounced off the ropes with a knee to Ryan's hurt knee. Ryan spasmed into a ball, holding his knee, while Elton went out to the apron and climbed to the third turnbuckle, where he waited to deliver a flying lateral press as soon as Ryan turned. The seconds as Ryan rose felt like hours, but before he knew it, Ryan was up and turning to face him. Elton leapt - and fell face-first flat on the mat, smacking his head against the canvas as the tag rope which Trace had tied around his foot kept him firmly in the corner. Ryan smiled, shrugged to the referee, "clumsy git," and stepped over Elton, who still lay face-down, nearly uncoscious from the impact to his head. He faced the turnbuckles, and climbed to the second.

A moment later, he leapt back, his huge fram crashing down on Elton's upper back. He turned, and rolled over Elton's head to get himself up before dragging Elton, face-down by his wrists, to the center of the mat. Elton was done for, and Ryan knew it. The teen's singlet was soaked with sweat, he was heaving for breaths, and not stirring from his position on the mat... time to end this. Pulling Elton to his feet, Ryan thrust the thick middleweight's head between his legs and executed a vicious, perfect powerbomb, which laid Elton out once again, diagonal in the center of the ring. Ryan climbed to the top rope, sneered down at the vanquished 'jobber,' and leapt, slamming down full-weight on Elton's chest and gut. Hooking the leg was perfunctory as the ref could have counted to one hundred. The match was over....

but the beating was not. Ryan raised his arms in victory and signaled for his cohorts to enter the ring. "Hey, guys, he thinks he's a musclestud.... why don't you show him what muscle is really all about...." They smiled, and Trace got an extremely groggy Elton into a full nelson to rival the one he defeated Patrick with. Elton was going nowhere, and Kale laid into his gut with fists and kicks and forearms and knees, and even Ryan slammed a few meaty fists into the teen's well-muscled gut. Kale pulled down the top of Elton's singlet to expose his well-developed torso, and then pushed him down to the mat, where Elton landed on his side. The three gathered around him and stomped him mercilessly for almost a full minute until he stopped trying to protect himself altogether.

Kale, Ryan and Trace each powerbombed the defenseless amateur wrestler twice before piling on top of him for a mock pin, with Ryan sitting humiliatingly accross Elton's face. After, Ryan bellowed to the crowd, "we are heavyweights, which by right makes us heels, and we are now the dominant force in TW... who's gonna job for us next?" They then left the ring, leaving a dazed and battered Elton wondering whether the heavyweight division was really worth it. In the lockerrom, his friend, Patrick, assured him it was, that there were heavyweights who were interested in wrestling and not domination, and that the Heavyweight Heels would get theirs soon, as everyone was getting right tired of them.

Elton knew he'd need to rest, and that if he did, he'd still be 100% for his match with Jordan the next day. So he went home to rest, while Patrick went back to working out between watching matches. Trace, Kale and Ryan soon found him. "Look, boys, Elton's little friend," Ryan patronized. "Yeah, isn't he purdy," Kale replied, making an obnoxious face at the blond teen. When Trace gave his two cents in the form of a gesture insinuating that Patrick sucked cock, the middleweight lost control and attacked him. The three heavyweights soon subdued him. "Where's your big, bad black protector, huh?" teased Ryan as the three, away from the public eye, roughed Patrick up for fifteen straight minutes.