*Robbie* vs Bryon Lorentz

It’s amazing this match ever got started. Each of these surf studs couldn’t stop posing so it took forever before they oiled up. And even when they did, they started posing all over again!

When they finally did get down to wrestling there wasn’t much to it. They’d put each other in holds and then flex whatever body part they had free just to show off. They weren’t scoring any points with one another but kept right on doing it. Bicep, double bicep, thigh flexes, they ran the gambit.

Another tactic they liked using on each other was grabbing the other guys pecs from behind. Squeezing them as if they were juicing fruit. Robbie was much more susceptible to this. So much so, Bryon decides to continue the practice on Robbie’s abs. It was tough to keep the pressure on due to the oil but Bryon does and Robbie is soon submitting to the other man’s probing fingers.

And guess what the first thing Bryon does when he gets to his feet and gloats over his fallen foe?

Dane Tarsen vs *Allen*

Dane Tarsen has wrestled for BGEast/West, Can-Am, and Zeus.

Dane’s had a tough wrestling career. He always seems to get the short end of the stick. (No pun intended.) And Allen wants to add another notch to his leather belt. A notch with Tarsen’s name on it.

Allen considers himself a leather master who’ll do anything to dominate his opponent. This includes wearing a leather pouch while oil wrestling compared to Tarsen’s usual briefs. Tarsen realizes he’s got extra crotch protection but it’s too late to bitch now.

Tarsen expected Allen to be a heel from the start and he was right. Allen takes every opportunity to give Dane’s ball a good slapping. A punch could have done more damage but then Allen’s satisfaction couldn’t be prolonged.

Allen has a set scheme of punishments he puts a man through before he claims his victory...and his prize. (Usually the other man’s trunks which have been ripped off his unconscious body.)

The heel’s agenda works on Tarsen just like it’s worked on all the others. Get the wrestler’s blood to boil by slap his balls. Or as he calls it, ‘waking up the gonads’. He gets the blood pumping in the crotch so that will Tarsen is pissed at being humiliated he won’t notice he’ll be offering Allen a bigger target to aim for.

While this is all going on Allen has added a few more moves to up the ante. He twists Dane’s frame in every imaginable position including a crucifix which almost has the experienced wrestler passed out on his opponent’s back.

Allen lets Tarsen go and seems unconcerned as Dane hits the mats with a loud, exhausted groan. The heel turns around and smiles as he unstraps his leather pouch.. He pulls and snaps his crotch harness as he looks down at the semi-conscious wrestler. This is the final part of Allen’s devious plan.

The red head strips the tired mat warrior’s trunks off exposing a tight, firm, hairy ass. Not content on such a sight, Allen turns Dane over exposing an equally tight and firm, but much hairier, crotch. Allen straddles the still recovering Dane and wraps the leather belt tightly around allen’s cock. The heel twists and pulls as Tarsen becomes aware of his predicament. The oil only makes the belt tightening worse as Allen rides Dane’s tight abs.

Tarsen reaches up and tries to defend himself but can’t. But fate sometimes plays tricks on heels and this is one of those times. Tarsen sees Allen’s pile of clothes within reach and grabs at Allen’s thick belt. He grabs it, holds one end in each hand and swings it around the head of his opponent.

Twisting the belt, Dane beings to choke out Allen much in the way Allen was trying to choke him out. The heel begins to gasp and puts his crotch belt into one hand while trying to free his neck with another. But it wasn’t doing any good. Tarsen has a tight grip and he’s not letting go. The same can’t be said for Allen who falls to Dane’s side with a gasp and a whimper. Soon Dane is the one riding Allen’s lean back and pulling with all of his might. Allen’s upper chest is lifted off the wet mats and his eyes roll back as his struggling final comes to an end.

Dane immediately lets go and Allen’s head it’s the mat and doesn’t move. The winner picks up the discarded leather nut cup and wipes his own sweaty crotch with it. He then lifts Allen’s head, smothers his face with it. Dane leaves him there, smelling his opponent’s own scent.

*Wade* vs *Craig*

These masses of beef slam, jam, and cram their bodies into other so much it’s hard to tell where the sweat ends and the oil begins. Their overheated, cut torsos have been their equal, mutual target. Wade’s body punches have to be seen to be believes. Craig’s whole body moves back when those big hairy fists land in his stomach.

But Craig gets lucky. He squirms out of one of Wade’s holds, grabs the bears curly locks, brings Wade’s head down smack into his waiting knee which is on the upswing. Wade’s whole head snaps back and his body falls back to the mat with a thud.

With the grappler on the mat, Craig lands a devastaing, hard elbow to Wade’s pec crevice. Quicklly, The blonde gets to his feet and lands another to Wade’s unprotected stomach. Whether this was payback or not, who knows. But it did it’s job by leaving the husky man coughing.

But Wade’s good looks aren’t the only thing about him that’s rugged. Locked in a full nelson, he lifts his tired, sweat soaked frame off the mats. He grunts and gives a double bicep pose envied by all he’s grappled with. Craig knows he’s losing the hold and switches tactics. He grabs under Craig’s arms and squeezes, pushes his fists into the injured bone between Wade’s tight pecs.

Wade paws at the blonde’s grip as pain drives through his upper chest. Wade sinks to one knee under the pressure and then to both. The furred giant sags under the hold until he is on all fours. Lightly, and then quickly tapping the mat, Wade gives.

Craig lets the man go, stands upright, and looks down at him for awhile. Then taps him on the back, and helps him to his feet. The look deeply in each other’s eyes trying to size each other up for a possible rematch.