Author: lonewolf
Title: two vs one
Summary:    Two pre teen boys show a high school teen the meaning of their wresting love.  Very ruff and tumble wrestling.     
Keywords: bb teen, wrestling, NC 
              
                           Two vs One             

     Three figures gazed out the window over looking the street below.
Two were children the third a middle age Hispanic woman.  They were
watching the entrance to the arcade across the street.  "That one."
The woman pointed out the two boys.  "The one with the wrestling shirt
on."   The boys nodded.  She handed them a twenty dollar bill.  "Go
over make friends with the kid and if he is game go up the back stairs
and use the rear studio.  The mats and camera's are set up."  
     The boys smiled, at last they would get a chance to try out their
wrestling skills on a high school kid.   Tommy was the older of the two
at eleven years old, Greg was a year younger.  They left the window and
in a moment Ms Gomez saw them dart across the street and into the
arcade.  She went to her office figured it would take a little while for the
kids to drop the twenty bucks.
     Ms Gomez ran a small studio for kid models.  Most of her clients
were advertisers and commercial companies.  At least that is what the
accounting books told the IRS.  In reality it was a front for her less savory
business, kiddie porn for the vast Asian market.  The new found rich in
the far east had an appetite for this stuff and was willing to pay $1000
for one dvd.  She was one of a dozen suppliers to the market and the
only one with the balls to operate in the USA.   High risk, and high cost
but it had one advantage.  The largest and most diverse ethnic society
in the world with bus loads of well feed attractive, and clean kids. 
     In the arcade Tommy and Greg looked around for the kid, and found
him on a pinball machine.  Tommy put up two quarters on the glass to
claim the next player up position.  The three started talking.  The older
boy was 14, and almost a head taller then Tommy.   After pinball they
tried the air hockey table, and some other games.  The conversation
drifted to wrestling and the latest page in the soap opera that passed
for pro wrestling.   The trash talk started and the older boy said how
he could kick both their asses.  With the testosterone surging Tommy
mentioned the room with mats across the street.
      In a minute the three were out of the arcade and walking around
behind the studio.   A door lead to a staircase.  The teen asked if anyone
would mind them using the room.  Tommy explained it was owned by
one of his neighbors and she let them play from time to time.  If the
teen only knew what play meant he would have gone home.  
     When the back door opened it set off a buzzer in Ms Gomez's
office.  She looked up at a monitor and saw the three boys coming up
the back steps, and turn into the rear studio.  She locked the back
door remotely and headed for the janitor closet.  In the back of the
closet was hidden door accessing a small room, glorified phone booth
is what it was.  A two way mirror over looked the rear studio and three
cameras to.  Two for video the third for still pics.  She had several
computers hooked up to the cameras to record everything digitally.
Another remote camera was on a shelf disguised as a some books
giving her another angle.   The room was also wired for sound.
      The teen was little nervous being in a strange room, but watched
the other boys take off their sneakers and relaxed.  He removed his
shoes as well.   The rear studio was twenty by twenty and covered
in mats.  Most of the walls were padded except the mirrored section
and some mostly empty book shelves.  A few high windows gave
ample light in the day.  
     Tommy was heavyset and had blond hair.  The teen was taller over
five feet but on the skinny side at barely 100 pounds.  Greg at ten was 
the shortest only 4' 7 but was the same weight as the teen.  Tommy
once he took off his baggy shirt, gave the teen an eyeful.  The chunky
kid had thick arms and they did not look flabby like the teen had
expected.  Tommy's shoulders were broad and his chest muscular.
Really only his stomach showed any fat, and that in wrestling
is just bonus weight.   Greg even looked kind of beefy, of course both
boys played in the local football league.  Tommy was an offensive
lineman know for his pancake blocks.  Greg was a linebacker and
second string running back. 
     Once they were all down to just shorts Tommy offered to start the
wresting while Greg would wait till he was tagged in.  The teen feeling    
tough was willing to do both at the same time but figured tag team
was OK.   Ms Gomez just got her system up and tested before the
action started.   
     Tommy charged at the older boy, quickly faster then the teen
thought he could move.  The kid threw up his arms and backed up
as Tommy rushed in.  Grabbing the teen's wrists with both hands
Tommy kept coming.  The still surprised teen back pedaled and after
a few steps was slammed into the padded wall.  Tommy crashed his
chest and gut into the older boy pressing him against the wall.  Tommy
lifted the older boys arms over his head and took a half step then
launched two knees into the teen.  The first knee hit the stomach the
second higher up.  The boy sagged against the wall. 
     Not wanting to lose the initiative the per teen spun around added
an elbow into the teen's stomach driving out what little wind the kid
still had left.   Sagging more the stunned teen could not defend himself.
Tommy took the older boys head and used and snap mare to toss the
boy down on to his back.  The kid did nothing to break his fall and
ended in a sitting position with the Tommy right behind him.  Dropping
down to his knees Tommy slide both his arms under the teen's arms
and reached behind the kids head with his hands.  Once he got his
fingers inter locked he had the taller boy in a tight full nelson. 
     Utilizing his weight the eleven year old leaned into the kid's back
and pushed forward with his arms.  Bending the teen forward.  His arms
tightened pushing the kids chin into his chest making breathing hard,
He held the teen like this for a minute wearing the kid down.  Then
he used the hold to spin the teen around and onto his stomach with
Tommy laying on his back.  Releasing the full nelson, Tommy sat up
staying in the mounted position, took a deep breath.  Something the
boy was in need of Tommy was sure.  
     Without ceremony Tommy reached for the teen's arms, grabbing
them both in turn and twisting them up behind the kid's back into a
double chicken wing.  Pulling the arms for good measure he used his
knees to push the teen's elbows closer.  Moaning and squirming was
all the downed kid could do.  The boy's arms were getting quite numb
before Tommy let them go.
     Next it was a camel clutch.  Tommy held his place on the teen's back
and reached under the chin with both hands and pulled back on the kid's
head arching the fourteen year old spine.  Then carefully one by one he
took the boys elbows and hooked them over his knees.  He leaned back
once his thick little fingers had inter locked under the chin again.  Digging
his ass into the teen's back Tommy got his shoulders into the hold. 
The teen moaned and not in a good way.  No-one heard, but the microphones
did pick it up.  "Kick our butts, is that what you said."  Tommy taunted
while pulling harder.  He yanked the kid's back as far as it would go.
"Your fourteen and here some 11 year old is ready to snap you in two."
     With one last mighty pull Tommy let go, and got up.  "He's yours."
Tommy told his friend.  The two high five each other. 
     Greg the smaller one came in.  He did not waste a second, the teen
was just up to his hands and knees when Greg attacked.  The teen did
not see him coming pr-occupied with his pain.  His neck was killing him,
his arms just starting to get the feeling back.  His chest and back were
sore from the fat kid.  Greg stood with both legs next to the teen's head
and guided it between them.  An instant later Greg crosses his ankles
and the boy felt pain like nothing before, he thought his head was going
to pop off.  Greg stood straight up and squeezed.  The teen's hands
raced to grab the crushing legs and tried to pry them loose.  It took a
minute for the boy to snake one hand between the ten year old knees
only to realize he had but a fraction of the strength to win free. 
     "Now a little ten year old is going to make you beg."  Greg grunted
twice the effort he put into the scissor hold.  The boy was pretty limp
before Greg let him go.
     Panting deeply now, and laid out flat on the floor was the teen while
the pre teen circled for a moment.  It took only a few seconds for the
younger boy to decide on what to do next.  He dropped his weight on
the kids back facing the teen legs.  The slide down till he could put
both his knees into the back of the teen right knee, then pulled on the
teen's ankle bending it across his knees threatening to separate the
other kid's knee.  The boy's leg felt like it was being pulled apart. Greg
stretched the knee around his own and put a little muscle into it.
     "Think you know so much about wrestling.  Here I an four years
younger, eight inches shorted and I'm wiping you out."   Greg looked
back over his shoulder, "Hey can you move back there."  He yanked
the leg right and left.  The teen hoped he would still be able to ski
after this.  After a minute of this torch er Greg gave up the hold figuring
he had hurt the older boy's leg enough.  Besides he was getting bored.         
     Sliding a little further up the teen's back he reached for both of the
ankles.  They were easy to grab up in the air the way they were.  He
tucked one ankle under each armpits and curled his arms around the kid'
calves muscles.  Greg leaned back and buried his butt into the small
of the teen's back.  The poor boy's spine was bent at an unmerciful
angle.  Putting his legs into the hold Greg pressed the kid's diaphragm
into the mat.  Now he could not even cry for help.  "I could break you
in two with this Boston crab hold."  He said, "But it would not be as
much fun as what we have in mind."   Greg bounced a little on the kid's
back to see how pliable he was.  Almost like a trampoline. 
     Tightening the hold further evoked some squirming and some more
cries of pain.  "You can't get away."  he said louder and pulled harder
forcing the teen's spine to crease.  The pressure was too much.
    "Let me go, you win.  I give up."  Greg relaxed the pressure somewhat
but still kept the kid totally pinned. 
     "Should we let him up."  Greg asked him partner.
     "He was pretty cocky ten minutes ago.  I think you should show
him a few more moves.  Let him know not to mess with ten year old
kids."  Tommy suggested.
     "I like that."  Greg said while bringing the back braking to max pressure
for a few seconds before releasing the other kid.  The teen laid still as the
younger boy got up.  "Think he is a rag doll now.  Easy to play with."   The
next killer move he employed would be a standing surf board.  Putting his
foot in the kids lower back, Greg grabbed both arms at the wrists and
pulled back arching teen spine to an impossible curvature.  The kid thought
he was being stretched on a rack when Greg got a good hold on the
wrists.  Having worked over the kid's before made it even weaker now
so the pre teen could force it into even more acute bends.  That put
even more strain on the back and would break what little resistance
the teen had.
     Making a bad situation worse the teen gave in and relaxed his body
stopped pulling against the younger boy.  Greg pulled extra hard now
using more leverage.  The teen cried out in a second.  "I submit, please
don't break me.  Don't brake my back."  He begged.  Greg let up a bit
but wanted to really wear the teen down for Tommy to finish him.         
     Watching from her hidden video booth Gomez smiled this was going
to work out well.  The two boys would have some fun then she could
send in Tommy's blond sister Lisa. 
     By the time Greg was finished the teen was totally spent from the
grappling.  Physically in a few minutes he might be able to roll over,
but that was about it.  The heavy boy was tagged in by his partner.
"Put him to sleep, and we can tie him up with these jump ropes."
Greg walked to one of the shelves and pulled down some rope.  The
teen saw the rope started to get as fast as he could but Tommy was
right there. 
      Just as the teen was up on his knees Tommy took a handful of
hair.  The kid was so weak nothing he could do.  "Stay right there
bitch on your knees."   Tommy stepped in behind the fourteen year
old.  The blond fat kid wrapped his thick arms around the kids neck
and head.  Teen choked with the first serge of strength into the beefy
arms.  They felt like a noose getting tighter each second.  He tilted
the boys head over his bicep and cut off the circulation to the boys
brain.  In a few seconds the teen heard a whistle and passed out.
"Your done."  Announced Tommy as he let the boy drop to the mats.
     They both laughed at the unconscious teen.   Greg tossed one
of the jump ropes to Tommy and the began lashing the kids ankles 
and wrists.  Greg pulled extra hard on the knot he was tying.  "Want
to be sure he has some rope burns on his arms."   Greg added. 
They laughed more and in a minute had one hogtied teen.  That's
the way they left him. 
     Still smiling and laughing the two went right to Ms Gomez's
office.  She paid them both cash and a bonus for Tommy using
the sleeper hold.  By then Greg had to go so it would be up
to Lisa and Tommy to answer the second bell. 

Next chapter 'Lisa Jumps in'
     
           
          
                              
      
        
    
    

             

