Aleksei Nemov vs *Harry*

Aleksei Nemov is a world class gymnast that has more than once taken his shirt off after, before, and even during his routines. (Aleksei also likes to kiss his fellow teammates...sometimes on the lips.)

Harry’s a gymnast who doesn’t think muscles should be for show. And he thinks Aleksei shows his off way too much.

These two guys are probably the biggest and most muscular to hit the Bratpack mats and the onlookers can’t wait for the muscles to be pounded. Neither men dissapoint as fists get drilled hard into stomachs, pecs, biceps, thighs, even calves. They twist and contourt each other’s frames so much it’s sometimes hard to tell where one man’s flesh begins and the other ends.

Throughout the match Nemov proves Harry’s right. Every chance Aleksei gets he flexes his muscles and poses for the crowd. But Harry decides to finally take advantage of Nemov’s vanity. Aleksei is so confident after giving Harry a bulldog that he does the splits with his back toward Harry who’s playing possum.

When he’s sure Nemov’s full attention is on the crowd he stands up behind the gymnast. Harry pulls Nemov’s left arm upward and wraps his own right leg around it. Pulling toward the right, Nemov cries in pain as the ab stretching begins.

Harry forces it a little at a time. He knows either the stretching in Nemov’s side or the stretching in Nemov’s crotch will have the husky musclehunk yelling a submission. Harry adds in some friendly pec claws and nipple pinching until Nemov finally gives. Aleksei lies face down on the mat nursing his leg and pec. Glad he didn’t have to compete the next day...or the next week.

*Justin* vs *Dale*

These two are perfect Bratpackers. They stick to wrestling and aren’t arrogant enough to be distracted by the audience.

Dale is amazingly flexible. When Justin puts him in an abdominal stretch it looks like Dale is going to be broken in two. Dale had to draw on a lot of reserve strength to muscle out of the hold.

Every step of the way Dale outmaneuvers Justin on the mats. Unfortunately, Justin doesn’t figure this out until it’s too late. Dale gets behind a kneeling Justin and puts Justin’s head under one of his arms. Dale, also on his knees, pulls Justin back applying pressure to Justiin’s back. The onlookers yell and cheer over this hold. Some even volunteer to work over Justin’s gut and crotch if Dale wants them to.

Justin hears Dale say no several times. But he has seen enough Bratpack matches to know that doesn’t mean squat. So, he taps out and the first thing he sees when he ‘s released and looks forward are two wrestlers who look like they were going to make good on their suggestion.

Justin looks at Dale and says, “Tag next week?”

Dale looks at the two from the crowd and replies, “Put up or shut up guys.”

*Bill* vs Dakota

Dakota has wrestled for Old Reliable.

Bill’s minding his own business, hitting the heavy bag, when he sees a masked figure walks into the room. Of course, since the guy was nude the mask was the second thing he noticed. It was obvious it was Dakota (whether it was the mask only covering part of his face or something else, who knows.).

Dakota tells Bill he’s ‘The Masked Samuri’ and challenges him to a mixed technique match. Bill could keep the gloves on and Dakota...well...he’d keep his mask on.

What the hell, Bill thinks, he doesn’t mind role playing and wouldn’t mind the workout. He knows Dakota’s a great wrestling but doesn’t know if he knows he’s a great boxer.

Bill barely gets to the center of the westling mats when Dakota tackles him to the mats. Dakota’s too close for Bill’s punches to have effect. Bill knows he can punch lower than he currently is but knows this is only a friendly match so doesn’t. Bill does a quick roll and lands a right to Dakota’s cheek...butt cheek that is. The boxer thinks this whole idea is hilarious and wonders how the wrestler got this idea in the first place.

Trying to follow up, Bill’s left misses and the swinging arm is grabbed by Dakota. Dakota then swings his legs around and scissors the boxer’s waist. Bill hammers at Dakota’s thighs as Dakota leans back on the mat and heaves his waist upward to keep the pressure on.

When Bill decides to go for the gut Dakota is ready. The wrestler tightens his abs and takes the blows one after another. Dakota finally starts blocking them and releases the scissor hold. He then grabs both of Bill’s arms and pulls him down on top of his chest. Bill looks deeply into Dakota’s eyes and feels his breath on his face. Bill smiles a little and gives Dakota a ‘what the hell is going on?’ look.

The wrestler doesn’t answer. He just locks his legs around Bill’s body again. Both men roll around on the mat for awhile as Bill strains to break free. Dakota is now on top. He lets go of Bill’s arms and starts slapping Bill in the face. Taunting him, teasing him while Bill tries to get some punches to connect. The slapping gets harder and faster and the boxer’s really getting pissed. His cheeks are stinging and his punches become more wild and uncoordinated.

Suddenly, Dakota leans back, does a double bicept flex and tenses his whole muscular body. Bill takes full advantage of his opponents mistake and furiously barrages Dakota’s unexposed crotch and pelvic region with punches. Dakota grunts, groans, and takes in each blow without retaliation. Finally, Dakota lets out a large scream and bends forward. Bill keeps punches until Dakota is pushes off.

Getting to his feet, Bill looks down at Dakota with a confused look on his face. Dakota gives several audible exhales before getting to his knees. Bill gives a loud, “What the fuck!?!?!?” when he sees Dakota’s dripping hard-on and then looks at his boxing gloves.

In total anger, Bill unstrapped the gloves and throws them at Dakota while yelling, “You owe me a new pair.”

Still kneeling, Dakota puts his fists together, flexes those lean biceps and slightly bows.

Bill just turns away and walks toward the locker room. He thinks, “If this is what he thinks a Bratpack match is like what the fuck does he do during submission matches!?!?”