*Travis* vs *Jake*

These two fireplugs don’t care where they punch each other. Unfortunately, Jake doesn’t realize the rules of the game. Travis is the leatherman. And being such, he’s suppose to be the dominant one who takes the other guys pants off. Travis thinks Jake needs to be taught a lesson.

Jake and Travis are both wrestling in jeans. Travis’ are black leather, Jake’s are blue. Being sure of his dominance, Jake armbars Travis and uses his free hand to unbutton Travis' pants. Pulling on one of the loose ends with a jerk, releases several of the other buttons. Jake then tries to...well, let’s say ‘go for the gusto’. Needless to say Jake’s lesson starts here.

Using his free hand, Travis grabs Jake’s wrist before his hand goes into enemy waters. Backing both of them into the wall, Travis head-butts Jake who then releases the armbar. Quickly turning around, Travis puts Jake into a headlock and then bulldogs him to the mat. The leatherman then gets slightly up, holds Jake’s head down, and slams a knee into it. Jake’s body shudders from the pain.

Travis turns Jake over on his back as the red head uses both hands to console his aching head. It isn’t difficult to strip the jeans off of Jake to expose a pair of sweaty, well used bikini briefs. Travis stands upright and throws the jeans so they cover Jake’s face. Moving like a panther on the prowl, Travis walks around the hurt wrestler so he’s standing above Jake’s head.

Bending down, Travis throws the jeans aside and sits on Jake’s face. The redhead’s arms try to grab a hold of Travis but they have no directional information to do any good. Maneuvering his calves together, Travis lifts Jake’s head up slightly and slams it down to the mat. Of course, Travis’ tight ass lands on Jake’s face causing the red head to bitch about fair play. This gets a laugh out of Travis who slaps Jake’s gut hard while reminding him that the pain could be lower.

Quickly taking the hint, Jake submits.

Byron Fields vs *Sam*

These two wrestle a little...push each other around, wrestle a little more...more pushing...

They seem to like giving each other intense looks more than seeing who can get a submission first. But then again, that may be Byron’s plan. He slowly maneuver’s closer to Sam so that each break is shorter and shorter. He finally pounces and gets Sam in a half nelson hammer lock. Byron runs his chest against Sam’s back which only agitates the held man. Sam wants Byron to wrestle him not use him as his person feel-up toy.

Bending and twisting, Sam gets out of the hold, turns around and pushes Byron to the wall. He gives him a deep gaze and turns around to leave.

“Call me when you want to wrestle,” exclaims Sam.

Byron rushes toward Sam to tackle him. But before he can, Sam turns around, grabs Byron in a headlock and bulldogs him to the mat.

Byron shakes his head back and forth and tries pushing himself up but collapses.

“Like I said...,” Sam says as he gets up to leave, “When you want to wrestle call me.”

*Allen* vs *Trent*

These lean country boys go at it on the grass during the hottest day possible. All their friends watch as their shirtless bodies are a tangled mess of muscle, sweat, grass, and dirt. Allen gets a lucky kick into Trent’s gut which drives the dark haired beauty back. Allen then body tackles Trent to the ground and gets him in a body scissors. He squeezes trent’s thin frame as the onlookers give varying opinions on the situation. Trent arches upward as he tries to pry the jean clad legs loose but has little luck. But a back fist to Allen’s balls does the trick. Allen’s friend’s yell that it was decided before the match there wasn’t going to be any low blows but the angry curses fall on deaf ears.

Trent gets behind Allen and tries to full nelson him but a donkey kick prevents that. Now the other side yells about low blows as Allen takes advantage. He kicks Trent in the gut again which doubles the other man over. Grabbing both of his arms, he raises and then powerbombs Trent to the hard ground. Trent grunts and arches in pain. Turning Trent over on his stomach, Allen grabs Trent’s legs and puts him in a boston crab. Trent grits his teeth and grabs the ground as his back is arched backward. Allen goes back as far as he can before he finally hears Trent verbally signifying he’s in pain. Trying not to waiver, Allen holds his ground as Trent claws at his. Finally the tired country boy yells his submission to the delight of Allen’s friends.