Teen Fight Club

I have been paired up with a newcomer to the CF scene, some Scottish lad with the nickname ‘the Panther’. Ready for him as I enter the ring wearing my low cut red speedo and barefoot at 5'10 170 lb. I enter the ring and flexes for the crowd and then stretches over.

I enter not far behind wearing black and purple gear with hints of white including my boots. Flexing my biceps for the front row as I stand on the ring apron and they take in the sight of me standing at 5’10 180lbs. I duck through the ropes and into the ring getting ready to face you. 

I strut to the middle of the ring and get myself checked by the ref before going back to my side and wait for you to get ready. 

I lean against the corner and hold onto the top ropes as I stretch, the ref forced to come to me when I don’t move to him. His hands patting me down before giving the signal for the go ahead. I push myself out of the corner and start circling you as the bell rings. 

"such a jerk move" i mumble to myself as you let the ref check you out in your corner. I start to circle you when the bell rings and then suddenly lunge towards you for a neck/shoulder lock up. 

I duck under your attempt to lock up as I step around you keeping the momentum of my circling. My arms grabbing around your waist as I lift you and slam you down with a belly to belly suplex. 

That was fast! I miss you and you wrap your arm around me and I go flying and falling face down on the mat. I quickly roll over to the rope to stand up. 

I’m already back to my feet and smirking at you. Toying with you. It’s obvious I’m not taking you seriously as I step forward to lock up and simply slap the side of your head while side stepping and repeat the action another twice.

I try to lock up with you again and then getting slapped once and then twice at my head. I glare at you and the crowd laugh at your antics. Angrily, I take a step forward and go for a hard chop at your pecs.

I’m focused on the crowd as I laugh and play up to them enjoying me toying with you. A loud crack echoing as the crowd groan and I grab my chest. 

As we are closer to the rope and taking advantage of your shock look. I grab the back of your neck and hold it and then attempt to slam it on the turnbuckle.

I kick my leg out last minute and the sole of my boot hits the mid turnbuckle stopping you driving us forward. My right arm snapping back as I back elbow you. 

You stop my slam to your head and instead surprise with the elbow to my jaw. I stumble back and away from you. Shaking the cobwebs out of my head.

I turn and follow you, dropping down to a knee just behind you as I step into it and use the same elbow strike to connect with the back of your leg just behind the knee. 

Unghhh! I drop to one knee with your hard elbow strike. I swing my elbow back towards you after dropping down to one knee.

Your elbow hit and I fall back onto my ass. My hand reaching for my head as I shake it and regain focus. Getting quickly to my feet as I stomp the same leg in the same place. The ref getting between us and pushing me back as he checks on you. 

I limp a little as we both get seperated and nod at the ref and want to continue. The ref ask us to fight again and I this time try to deceive you by going for a lock up but bend down to slam my shoulder into your abs.

“Oofftt!” I grunt as your shoulder slams into my core. My arms wrapping around your head as I pull you into a headlock and squeeze with my biceps. 

You trap me into a standing guilliotine when you wrap your arm around my head. I grunt and grab your hips and try to stand up a little and then rush towards the corner to slam your back into the turnbuckle.

I hold it as long as I can as you force me back. My back eventually hitting hard against the turnbuckle as my hold is broken with a cry of pain escaping me from the impact. 

I quickly stand up and swing a european uppercut to your jaw.

My body flails in the corner, both feet leaving the ground for a split second as your European uppercut rocks my jaw. My hands shoving you aside as I step forward out of the corner and stumble a few steps trying to create distance. My hand holding my chin. 

I follow you quickly and then grab your neck from behind as i face away from you, holding you by your head and attempt to slam my ass down to give you a neck breaker.

I feel my body yanked backwards as you slam us down with a neck breaker. The ring hard under us as we hit with a bang. My hand immediately grabbing the back of my neck as I roll away from you and under the ropes. Landing on my feet outside the ring as I stare back at you with anger in my eyes now. 

The ref counts you out as I stand in the middle of the ring telling you to come inside....one....two...three

I pace for a second as the ref counts. I see the ref turn to you and seize the moment. Sliding into the ring with him between us and barging him into you. My hands grabbing him as I turn him away from you. “Sorry ref.. my bad” I apologise with a smile as I kick my leg back and my heel slams between your legs out of the ref’s view before you can recover. 

I scream out loud and grab my balls as I stumble back to the corner before dropping down on my knees.

I watch you hit the corner and drop. My arms raise up and I point at you with both index fingers just as I push off the mat with my feet and charge at you. Jumping at the last second as I attempt to slam both my knees into your chest. 

I look up with pain and see you running towards me and as you jump, I roll out of the ring and literally falling off the ring.

You roll out of the ring and escape and I hit nothing. My arms hooking around the top turnbuckle so I don’t fall backwards before I can stabilise myself. I step out of the corner and motion for you to get back in. “Now who’s running?” I taunt as the ref starts to count you out. 

I make myself stand up slowly and then roll into the ring, grabbing the ropes and stand up slowly. The crowd chanting “Panther! Panther!” as I stand up to face you.

I stare at you as you get up, noticing your confidence fading as the crowd get behind me despite my obvious heel tactics. “Guess they love a bad boy” I laugh as I shrug while getting closer to you. “This is payback for earlier” I add just as I deliver a harsh chop to your chest as you lean against the ropes. 

Your hand slamming into my pecs and I howl out loud. Grabbing my pecs and then come back for a hard chop at your pecs to retaliate.

I take your chop and growl as I shake it off and deliver another brutal chop right back at you. My leg bending as I raise it up and snap a boot into your gut to follow. 

Your arm leaving a red mark on my pecs as they jiggle, making me grunt this time and then I bend forward groaning with your boot right into my abs .

I wink at the front row and blow a kiss as I grab your head in my arms and throw myself backwards. Your body yanked with force forward as your head is spiked to the canvas with a DDT. 

The crowd goes more wild as my head is slammed into the mat, i lay there humping my body and my legs twitching.

I sit up and lean over you grabbing your arm furthest away from me as I stand up and hold your arm in the air. My boot placed against the arm before I release my grip and drove my boot down hard and fast. The crowd wincing as they watch me perfectly execute an arm snapper on you. 

ARGHHH! I grab my muscled brown arm and flop around the ring holding it. Rolling back and forth in pain. The chanting goes louder "Panther, Panther"

I flex for them and smile before making my way over to you. My hands grabbing at your legs as I hook them under my arms. Smiling down at you “fancy going for a ride lad?” I taunt as I throw all my weight back and your body is lifted off the ground and send flying over me with a catapult. Your body slamming into the turnbuckle behind me. 

As soon as you grab my legs and I know the position and I go ...'no no no....' but it is too late and I go flying into the turnbuckle. My whole body crashes into the turnbuckle as I slump down groaning. My arm reaching for the top rope and trying to stand up.

I stalk you deciding enough is enough. “I’m done toying with you” I growl as I grab you and drag you to the middle of the ring. My hands grabbing your back and the waistband of your gear as I lift you up and suplex you as I drop down to the ground with my knees up. Your back crashing down over my knees in a back suplex double knee backbreaker. 

You grab me by my hair and drag me to the middle of the ring, my arms dangling as I barely make it to the middle. Grabbing my low cut red speedo waistband and lift my upside down. The blood rushing to my head and getting more dazed. You look around the crowd that is chanting your name "Panther Panther" and suddenly getting broken into two by you in a supplex knee breaker combo. My back slamming into your legs and my whole body bounces off your legs and I am fallen on the mat - humping and groaning.

I spring up and leap over you. My arm hooking your leg while the other presses my forehead over your face as I go for the pin. The ref counting 1… 2…. 

I am flat out almost knocked out from the devastating combo move. The audience chants with the ref as he counts out...1.....2.....and I just lay there utterly defeated by the Panther.

3!! The ref and crowd shout in unison as I drop your leg and shove you away from me unceremoniously as I get to my feet. The ref grabbing my wrist and raising my arm in victory. “Your winner ‘the Panther’… Ben Rodgers!”.

The End!