*Gil* vs *Terrance*

Terrance arrived in the mat room already in his jock. Waiting there was Gil...completely naked except for a chain around his neck.

“I wanna wrestle you raw,” says Gil with his hands on his waist looking like a lubricant poster boy. (The after picture, not before.)

Giving the grappler a strange look, Terrance replies, “It might end that way but it’s not gonna start that way.”

“You embarrassed?” Gil taunts, “Don’t want anyone to see your little dick?”

“I consider it a privilege, not a requirement,” Terrance says as he closes the gap between them.

“Well, I’m not afraid to wrestle you in the raw,” Gil says walking forward as well. When he’s close enough, he puts a finger on Terrance’s chest, “Let’s see if you're man enough to...”

Terrance’s knee to the balls finishes Gil’s sentence for him. A neck breaker stuns the stud puppy enough so that Terrance has time to take off his own jock and put it on Gil. Turning the young man over on his back, Terrance puts a foot on Gil’s stomach and does a three count. Looking up, Gil’s eyes and mouth opens.

“Like I said,” Terrance says with a smirk on his face, “It’s a privilege.”

*Serge* vs *Denny*

These mustached men don’t know much about wrestling. Their match mainly consists of mutual hugs and full nelsons. Sometimes some of both. They’re both lucky there wasn’t an audience watching this match because they’d probably be bored. For some reason they’d just stop wrestling and start talking. Even when they were in holds they’d break out with the gab. There doesn’t seem to be much logic behind their meeting. When they leave the mat room the next two wrestlers are outside waiting for their turn. Seeing that neither men had much sweat on them it was difficult to tell who won. When asked, both men pointed to the other. The other two wrestlers gave each other a confused look and walked into the mat room. But before they got very far, Serge and Denny attack them from behind and knock their heads together. While Denny takes turns kicking each of the dazed men, Serge runs toward the door and closes it while saying, “Suckers.”

*Ben* vs *Pauly*

Pauly loves playing the thug. He likes nothing better than to spend his Saturday nights beating up good looking guys. So when he goes to the basement room of his local fight club and sees that his opponent is Ben he thinks he hit the jackpot. There’s about twenty men in the basement standing against the walls having various conversations as both men strip. Down to their jockstraps, Pauly adjusts the straps as he walks toward Ben. They have a stare down as their chests meet and stay pressed against one another. Slowly they back up until the crowd yelling at them to start becomes deafening.

Each young man’s body lurches as their opponent’s fist hits it’s mark. With a fury, Pauly slugs Ben’s chin so hard it makes him do a 180. From behind, Pauly wraps his arms around Ben’s waist and suplexes him into the wall. Ben’s head and neck hit hard before gravity pulls his body downward. Pauly gets to his feet and follows up with a bare foot to the front of Ben’s jock and then a knee to the side of the face.

The young bear falls completely to the floor as Pauly grabs one of his legs and pulls him away from the wall. Ben’s chest drags across the mats ad he tries to press himself upward with no success. Pauly drops the leg and then drops his leg so his knees rests right above Ben’s butt crack. Ben slightly arches upward in pain as Pauly pushes the knee tightly against the tail bone. Pauly keeps the pressure on as he moves the knee up Ben’s spine. The downed man has nowhere to go as two hands clasp around his shoulder’s. Pauly’s claws pull the shoulders back as Ben’s forced to do a strained push-up. The intensity on the bear’s face increases with every second as sweat falls off his chiseled features. Pauly asks for a submission but only gets faint grunts of pain. Releasing one of his hands, Pauly uses a closed fist to the side of Ben’s head and neck. Ben’s head continually rebounds off the hard fisted blows.

Pauly gives his opponent one more hard fist before releasing the claw hold. Ben’s head bounces off the mat as Pauly puts Ben in a full nelson. Dragging the bear upward, Ben’s legs wobble as he struggles with staying conscious. Pauly knew he could beat on the guy some more. But he knew showing off is the last thing you want to do with a bunch of guys watching. So to seal the deal he releases the nelson and lowers his arms and wraps them around Ben’s waist. Applying the reverse bearhug with ease, Pauly squeezes the bears midsection firmly. Someone from the audience yells, “I thought bears liked bearhugs!”

Everyone laughs except the two competitors. Pauly, because he takes his grappling serious. And Ben, because he’s not in a position to comprehend much of anything. The bear does his best to struggle but to the onlookers all they see is his uncoordinated arms flopping around. As blackness draws inward, Ben finally mutters a submission to the dissatisfaction of the onlookers. They were expecting more from the hunk. Pauly wasn’t.