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Dylan_Yerger: My big bro Brock set up this match between me and his former coach so I could show him how much I've improved in the last 3 years. I climb into the ring wearing one of Brock's old singlets. I stand across from Pabs and I step closer reaching out to shake his hand. "Nice to meet you, I'm Dylan Yerger. It is a plesure to meet you Coach Pabs."
Dylan_Yerger: 
PabsTheFighter: Many student athletes remain pictured in my brain...Brock is certainly one of them...hot-blooded, fierce, determined and dedicated...I watch you, his younger bro, walk in and see some of the same cockiness...that certain quality so many wish they had...your eyes meet mine...your body ripped...I can't help but wonder what your momma has fed you two...and you have manners...the hand extended...I smile broadly..."Dylan, it's my honor...if you are half as good as Brock, I'm going to have my hands full today. You ready, kid?"...
Dylan_Yerger: "I was born ready sir." I say as I yank you by the hand I'm shaking with you. I try to reach up and wrap my arm around your head for a frontal headlock, flexing my arm and pec around your head to squeeze it while I try to take control.
PabsTheFighter: Your body is exquisite...a real piece of work...but your eyes give me warning of a surprise...as you jerk me in for the lockup, I drop to a knee, hook an arm thru your legs...lift and dump you to the mat..."fireman's carry, kid"...pop to my feet as I watch you closely...
Dylan_Yerger: You counter my move and I end up falling over your shoulders. I grunt as my body bounces off your shoulders when you jump to your feet. I try to twist my hips and throw them back behind you, while I try to hook my arm around your head to pull it down as I hope to fall down from your shoulders.
PabsTheFighter: You twist and turn forcing me to take a few quick steps away...backing into the corner, I begin a slow clap..."looking good, kid...ready to fight like a man?"...I begin circling...guard up...boning a bit as I size up my prey...
Dylan_Yerger: My plan works and I manage to escape your hold. I drop on my side and quickly jump to my feet. “Yeah! Let’s go coach!” I say rushing in trying to grab your hands for a lock up.
PabsTheFighter: Your approach is forceful and energetic...maybe a little fast and careless...you rush in with arms up...I respond likewise...allowing you to feel powerful as you push me back to the ropes, but I roll us so now your back is to the ropes...bulge to bulge..."what now, kid?"...frozen in time...fingers interlaced...I watch...
Dylan_Yerger: You seem to let me push you to the ropes, only to flip things around and hold me against them. I grunt and struggle as I try to step forward and push you back trying to overpower you.
PabsTheFighter: I have height, weight and experience advantage in this fight, and i hope to give you a good coaching lesson...you struggle and push off the ropes...I grab your head and flip your 18 year old body over my hip and down to your back on the mat...falling on top with the head still firmly held...my weight across your chest...knowing I need to slow you down and keep you grounded...
Dylan_Yerger: My move fails and you push me and slam me down under you. I grunt as I hit the canvas with my head still stuck under your arm. I groan and buck under you trying to get you off me, struggling like a trapped wild animal.
PabsTheFighter: Cinched tight, I would the wild beast...knowing even the bucking bronco eventually settles...I'm hoping to get inside your head as I wear you down...grinding your face to my pec, I pour on the power...a sheen of sweat already glistens...
Dylan_Yerger: You manage to keep me trapped and stuck under you. I try to twist my body to escape your grip, but I’m struggling under your weight and your power.
PabsTheFighter: The struggle is ON and I feel your power...not wanting to hurt you or be hurt, I break the headlock and roll off and kip up to my feet...bouncing...suspecting you're far from done...wipe my hands to my ass as I begin circling...
Dylan_Yerger: I somehow manage to get you to pull back and I crawl back to get up as well. I then rush towards you, lowering my body to try and spear your abs down to the mats.
PabsTheFighter: I'm light on my feet and watching but...fucking BOOM...out of nowhere you launch like a damned rocket...before I can react you have sprung...spearing my abs...I curl over you then hit the mat...chest heaving from the power move...arms up to protect my head...
Dylan_Yerger: I pull back after tackling you down. I mount you and I see you covering your head to protect it, but leaving your body wide open. I start punching it, hitting your abs and sides to weaken them.
PabsTheFighter: Ooofff...aarrrgghhh...the hits rain down on my flexed abs...drive a hard knee up and to your back...a second delivered quickly...I know this is critical time...when I see an opening, I throw an elbow to your jaw...hoping foe the best...
Dylan_Yerger: You hit my back adn then my jaw making me drop to the side, disoriented.
PabsTheFighter: I know I'll have bruises in the morning from those fists to my ribs, but my offense works and you fall away....making sure I don't end up between those massive legs, I scoot and roll to gain space...quickly rising, I swipe sweat from my face...I respected this kid's brother, Brock, and I'm developing some respect for this kid, too...I watch...guard up...as you start to rise, I deliver a spinning heel kick aimed at your ribs...hoping your temporary confusion prevents you from blocking with your arm...
Dylan_Yerger: While I'm still recovering you hit my side and my body stumbles and I fall sideways on the ropes, rebounding back and stumbling around the ring.
PabsTheFighter: My kick lands and you show pain...and something more...its like you have lost your mojo...your eyes are unfocused...I charge and wrap your waist...contemplate a bear hug but change my mind and deliver a soul-crushing belly to belly suplex...tossing you hard to your back on the mat...
Dylan_Yerger: You close your arms around me and I brace myself for another bearhug, but instead you lift me up and slam me down under you. I grunt as you slam me down under you. I groan and try to push you off me so I can try to recover.
PabsTheFighter: We hit hard...much worse for you than me, if course...your struggle to break free reminds me I'm fighting a powerful, testosterone fueled 18 year old...I break away and roll...grabbing your left ankle as I stand...stepping over your left leg, I apply a leg lock and twist the ankle...staring down to your face..."give up, kid...don't risk a broken ankle to impress your bro!"...
Dylan_Yerger: You catch my leg and before I can pull it free you yank it and trap it in a hold. I groan and struggle with your hold on my leg. I try to reach for the ropes, hoping to grab them to ask for a break before the hold becomes unbearable.
PabsTheFighter: I see you reaching...that long arm seeking the feel...knowing I can't keep you confined yet...I release the ankle lock and drop a knee into your inner thigh...boom...release and stand...eyes focused on the little bro who is becoming the big man...
Dylan_Yerger: You release me and I grab the ropes, just as your kne drops on my thigh making me scream out in pain. I roll to the side holding my leg to my chest, nursing it as I glare at you.
PabsTheFighter: You pull yourself up and I take just a moment to celebrate, turning to search for your brother in the crowd...I nod...then bring my focus back to my mission...approach you quickly, grab an arm and sling you across the ring to the far ropes...
Dylan_Yerger: You pull me to my feet and I stumble and drop back down before even reaching the other ropes. I groan as I hit the mats and start pushing up.
PabsTheFighter: Fuck...I sling you and you lose your footing and fall, never even reaching the ropes...this is like seeing a candle melt before my eyes...I see you pushing up and approach...helping you stand by yanking your hair...one arm between your legs, grabs the waistband at the back of your trunks...holding you horizontal, I drop your back across my extended knee...stand with you and drop again on the knee...wanting to finish you with a back-torture hold...and needing you softened up a bit more...
Dylan_Yerger: You pull me by my hair, forcing me up before slamming me down over your knee. I cry out in pain with each slam. I try to kick my foot up to kick your face and stop you before you can do it a third time.
PabsTheFighter: That long, perfectly muscled body arched out over my knee is stunning...abs like bricks...pecs to die for...my hands explore while you hang...my head slammed by your foot, I shove you off and stand...turning away to assess...shaking my head...
Dylan_Yerger: I crawl towards the ropes and drop down outside the ring. I groan and roll on my side trying to get a moment to recover.
PabsTheFighter: You roll out...I shrug...do a quick standing back flip...adjust my tenting trunks then approach the ropes..."cmon punk! It ain't nap time or snack time!"...kick the bottom rope as I impatiently...
Dylan_Yerger: I push myself back to my feet and back away from the ropes. Looking for a safe way back inside the ring.
PabsTheFighter: I have to confess, you're smart...raking recovery time works in your favor, not mine...I need you in the ring and under control...currently, neither are happening...I step back and raise my hands...signaling to you it's safe to return...sweat trickling down my body as I anticipate...
Dylan_Yerger: I watch you pull back giving me room to re enter the ring. I slide back in and jump to my feet fast, still hurting as I watch you carefully.
PabsTheFighter: As much as i wanted to meet you and drive a knee into your pretty face as you entered...I don't...I grant safe re-entry and wait until you appear to be ready...guard up, I begin circling...light on my feet...speedo full and barely covering my ass...I swipe at you...trying to assess your speed...
Dylan_Yerger: I jump back to the side to escape you. I watch you closely, panting as I try to figure out how to fight back against you. I look down at your legs and I think of a risky high risk high reward move. My eyes go back up to you as I lean back on the ropes and launch towards you, trying to fake a clothesline but hoping you'll dodge so I can get behind you.
PabsTheFighter: Your pecs and those brick abs...they have me mesmerizing...staring...longing...I remember when I was stacked...not so many years ago...you bounce off the rope and advertise a clothesline...I duck and dodge...glad you're not hurt and glad that clothesline didn't land...
Dylan_Yerger: You dodge by ducking and I smirk sliding down behind you and hooking an arm between your legs, pulling you down for a surprise pin. "1! ... 2! ..."
PabsTheFighter: Tricked! I realize you got me when you hook me and roll me back...ass high...shoulders down...I hear the 1...and the 2...then explode...flexing with all my might as I try to break the pin and stop the count...
Dylan_Yerger: You break the pin and throw me off of you. I roll to the ropes and lean back on them trying to catch my breath. "Dammit..." I curse feeling like I missed my chance there.
PabsTheFighter: My brain tells me "this guy is more skilled than you realized"...I roll to knees and up...see you against the ropes and decide I must fight fire with fire...I approach you quickly with goal of getting your head in a front facelock...
Dylan_Yerger: You come towards me, reaching to grab my head as I push my hands on your body and try to shove you away so you can't trap my head.
PabsTheFighter: Those few precious minutes outside the ring gave you renewed strength...I approach and you shove me away...the next time I approach, we lock up and I try to bury a knee deep in your abs...
Dylan_Yerger: I struggle with your strength, leaning back against the ropes and waiting for you to put your body over mine. I reach to grab the sides of your head to yank your head down on the rope hoping to choke you for a moment before I lose my grip when your knee hits and sinks into my abs.
PabsTheFighter: Momentarily you have my head...I feel the rope to my throat...but my knee lands big and you release...drive a second knee deep then straighten up...locking your head in a front Facelock just fast enough to cinch tight...I scan the crowd...wondering if Brock knows what's coming...
Dylan_Yerger: You hit my abs again and I gasp feeling my body flex in reflex to your second knee strike, leaving my head trapped and my body trembling as I gasp for air.
PabsTheFighter: With my weight advantage, I know how this will play out...I move you out two steps then, with your head still tightly locked, I jump, wrapping my legs around your waist...its a sub hold I've used on your bro and a couple of his jock friends...the only counter...a quick tap...
Dylan_Yerger: You pull me and then suddenly your body rises and I fall down with you, head still stuck in your arm. I grunt as I feel your legs around my head and I try to push your arm away and your leg down, hoping to escape this hold.
PabsTheFighter: This front facelock choke is unbreakable...my legs scissored around your incredible waist...I clamp tighter...
Dylan_Yerger: You squeeze me tighter, doesn't feel like your arm and legs are budging from my pushes at all. I grunt struggling under the pressure as your hold grows tighter by the second.
PabsTheFighter: I see Brock has come to ringside...and he is unhappy...I break the hold and kick you away...wanting this to last longer...
Dylan_Yerger: I was already tapping when you let me go, but I'm not sure if you noticed or not. I lay down coughing trying to catch my brath as you kick me away making me roll in the ring.
PabsTheFighter: Yeah, I felt the tap but I am not honoring it...I have a score to settle...your big bro once viciously beat a team member...and celebrated it after by fucking the same guy...tonight, I mean to break you...grabbing your hair, I pull you to standing...lock you in a standing ab stretch...my hands locked as I crank back...your twisted body facing your brother's...
Dylan_Yerger: You grab my hair and force me up. I get stuck in your hold and I struggle trying to flex my body to pull free, but I'm already weakened from this long match. I grunt as you make my body stretch and my arm swings around desperatly unable to reach anything.
PabsTheFighter: There it is...I see understanding in Brock's eyes...pumping back on his little bro, I feel the kid's flame go out...now nothing but a well-built, perfectly muscled kid who knows this story nears it's reasonable conclusion...I break the ab stretch and switch to a rear naked choke sleeper as we stand...mere feet from the big B...but for you it could just as well be miles...I clamp tight and keep my feet wide...
Dylan_Yerger: I start choking and gasping, struggling to breathe under the pressure of your hold. I try to move my arms, but they just twitch a few times. My vision starts to get dark as I don’t even get a chance to try and say that I surrender.
PabsTheFighter: Your body remains a work of art...the evidence of hours of hard work and disciplined eating...the muscled legs go slack and your veiny arms...briefly try to pry at my arms before they too lose focus and drop...my eyes staring at Brock, I see him grin...he thinks he could do better...I keep the sleeper locked a little longer as I shake young Dylan...muscles now like jello...I release and step back...confidently dropping across his chest...leg hooked other leg vined...for the count...
Published: 2026-04-13, viewed 67 times.
Freaker
2026-04-19 21:09This was an excellent showcase of experience versus youthful determination. Dylan Yerger showed tremendous heart and raw talent—his spear was explosive, his ground and pound showed killer instinct, and that roll-up pin attempt demonstrated real ring awareness. For an 18-year-old, his potential is undeniable. PabsTheFighter proved why experience matters: technique, patience, and knowing when to punish and when to preserve energy. The way he methodically broke Dylan down—targeting the back, softening him up, then finishing with textbook precision—was a masterclass in ring psychology. The sleeper into pinfall finish was clean and decisive. Great competitive match, and Dylan should be proud of the fight he put up against a seasoned opponent. Brock has every right to be proud of his little bro. Thank you for sharing in THE HIGH TABLE
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