*Mack* vs *Jimmy*

Generally, you’d think that oil wrestlers would be a little laid back. Not so in Jimmy’s case. When he’s on the mats he’s there to beat the crap out of his opponent. Something Mack has been learning all too well. His entire shiny body has red bruises on it where Jimmy has clawed at his flesh. Mack’s only defense is to just take it until Jimmy gets bored.

Getting the heel in a full nelson, Jimmy tries to twist and squirm his way out. Even when Mack is backed up into the wall Jimmy continues to push backward as if it wasn’t there. Mack wasn’t sure if the heel had other motives for the close contact or not. All he did know is that he was bearing down as much as possible and the heel was completely bent over but still holding his own.

Then, Jimmy started holding something that wasn’t his own. Grabbing Mack’s speedo covered crotch, the heel closes his grip around his opponents gonads. Mack drops the full nelson and does his own crotch grab. But he uses both hands. Jimmy yells obscenities as they both fall to the mat. Mack knew the heels reputation long before the match was set. And knew he had to fight fire-with-fire when it came to the stud puppy heel.

Mack literally rings the oil out of Jimmy’s trunks as the heel curls himself into a kneeling ball. To add insult to injury, Mack kicks his knee into the small of Jimmy’s back. Two more of these convinces the heel to submit. Jimmy nurses his sore balls as Mack walks to the far wall to get a towel. The victor knew he got lucky. If Jimmy would have stuck with wrestling he would have lost.

*Simon* vs *Jimmy*

Simon takes a good look at Jimmy as he stands under the oil shower. He’s heard a lot about him and couldn’t wait to get his hands on the asian oil wrestler. Jimmy on the other hand is somewhat ambivalent. He doesn’t care who he wrestles.

From early on Simon knows he’s outclassed. Jimmy easily gets out of every hold. The same can’t be for Simon who struggles endlessly. More than once he finds his shoulders pinned to the mat. Jimmy looks down at his dominated opponent and waits for Simon to admit the inevitable. When he doesn’t, Jimmy gets off of him and waits for Simon to get to his feet.

This only pisses Simon off. He tries to get rougher and add a few antagonizing punches to Jimmy’s body. But the asian is too focused on his grappling to let it distract him. After having his shoulders pressed to the mat, yet again, Simon, in disgust, gives to the inevitable.

Cal vs Mario

Mario’s pretty intense throughout this match. He physically keeps his opponent on the mat and makes Cal work for every escape. Needless to say, this pissed Cal off...a lot. Cal decides enough of this fair play shit and gives Mario a few elbows to the ball that has the brown haired beauty rolled up into a ball.

Lifting the hurt hunk into a full nelson, Mario is lifted into the air and lands on Cal’s waiting knee. Pain shoots up through Maro’s butt bone as the grinding full nelson is kept on. Mario is lifted and carried around the mat in the hold until he’s finally almost bent completely over.

Cal then quickly grabs Cal around the head and between his legs, lifts Mario up and lands Mario’s gut into his waiting knee. Still holding onto him, Mario goes through the same move again. The hard bone of the knee drives into Mario’s unprotected stomach muscles. Mario falls to the mat coughing and gasping.

In a last bit of defiance to the rules, Cal turns Mario on his back, stands with one leg between Mario's, and drops a knee to Mario’s spandex clad pouch. Mario cringes, yells, and pleads as the knee pushes and squishes around the oiled up trunks. Mario finally gives and Cal has to admit, the lean swimmer looked damn good doing it.