|Description||Skip Vance vs Hawk Rodman
In Hawk's debut in Ultra Heels 5, resident breaker-in of rookies Jonny Firestorm worked the wannabe badass over and put him in his place, which might roughly be summed up under the title of "Jonny's little bitch boy." The match and the rookie caught Skip's eye, so he cornered Hawk one day, and with a flirty grin he looked him up and down and said, "Saw the Firestorm fight. You might not be tough enough for me." Then he swiped the blond bangs off his forehead, snickered, and casually walked away. As planned, the remark piqued Hawk's interest, and the newcomer followed Skip around the BGE compound all day till Skip turned and whispered in his ear, "I know a place where we can get sweaty. Interested?"
Some people call Skip Vance the "Kissing Bandit of Arkansas." Hawk may or may not have already known about that. Widely regarded as one of the most entertaining jobbers in wrestling, Skip has been put in his place by some of the best: Barrios, Martin, Lodi, Karisma, and of course Firestorm. (And this is Skip's third trip to the Wrestleshack.) The sly blond charmer is known for his tricky and seductive ways, so naturally we followed them both to the Wrestleshack.
Dressed only in sexy undergear, Skip approaches Hawk and, without speaking a word, slaps his hand to the guy's ass. Hawk responds with a twist of Skip's nipple. As the two trade punches to the abs, Skip smiles like the cat who ate the canary, Hawk blankly yet intently stares into his opponent's eyes. The two pull in close, nose to nose, chest to chest. They feel each other's breath against their faces. Skip fondles Hawk's package, then tweaks his hardened nipples. Hawk leans in, thrusting his crotch to Skip's. Skip pushes him back with light, teasing punches to the midsection. Hawk answers with a stiffer, not so playful jab.
Skip laughs as they trade punches again, each more solid than the last. The tension rises. Skip raises it further by reaching his hands around Hawk's waist and grabbing the guy's ass, pulling Hawk in to him. Hawk returns the gesture. Skip plants a kiss at the base of Hawk's neck, then pushes him away, landing another, rather stiff punch right under the heart. Hawk feints a counter-punch, but instead pushes Skip to the mat and climbs on top. He yanks at Skip's hair, pulling the head to his chest.
Skip knows what he's doing. He knows Hawk is a bad-ass, and he angles to bring all of that into the open, pushing back a little too hard and then going "uh-oh," inviting Hawk to pay him back. Hawk does. Soon they cut loose like a couple of young tigers. It's classic roughhouse melding with erotic and aggressive instincts. "If you want this, you gotta win it," Skip says, daring Hawk to go further, appealing to the man's alpha impulses. "I don't give anything away for free."
Skip scissors Hawk's waist and gives him a look at the size of the bulge trapped in the tighty-whiteys. Hawk pushes back and buries Skip's blond head between his thighs. He sits on the back of Skip's head, smashing his face into the sweaty mat, while he hikes Skip's legs into the air, spreads them wide, and grabs his bulge like a joystick. Skip's muffled whimpers elicit no sympathy in his sexy punisher.
The match continues to ratchet up with moments like this. There's a combination body scissors and chin lock, in which the aggressor smothers his opponent with sloppy wet kisses: call it the "smoocher's submission." There's the old favorite, the teabag pin, not so much a variation on the old schoolboy pin as a fulfillment of its long suppressed intentions. There's a long, arduous headscissors that pretty much measures up to every fantasy you've probably had about headscissors. Then, close to the thrilling conclusion, Hawk backs Skip to a corner for a show-no-mercy gut-punching session that turns into one of the horniest, sweatiest liplocks in forever. From there, the situation escalates to a not-so-clean knockout that will probably knock you out too. This is not to be missed!
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Skip Vance vs Paul Hudson
Paul Hudson is one of BG East's best all around wrestlers, bar none. His pro wrestling credentials make him decidedly dangerous in the ring, but extensive amateur wrestling experience has helped him own the mats as well. Fans describe Paul as compelling, fiercely competitive and completely fearless. A master of hundreds of submission holds, his reputation for bringing big men to their knees has built him a fanatical following. Opponents, on the other hand, typically just describe him as a tough, mean, vicious piece of work.
"Oh shit," Paul mutters with contempt, pausing from warming up on the mats in the gazebo to take a look at his opponent. "A new victim." Bronzed, blond, and babyfaced, super lean Skip Vance looks like an anatomy chart in blue trunks. He has come a long, long way in his tenure with BG East. Emerging from years branded as a hopeless jobber, Skip has recently scored some shocking upsets to prove there's much more than meets eye. A notorious punishment sponge, he's also been soaking up skills that have made the competition reevaluate the tough, tenacious super-lightweight. If he can dish it out even half as successfully as he can take it, Skip could be, pound for pound, one of the most dangerous wrestlers on the mats.
Recent upset victories aside, out of the gates little Skip gets completely owned. Paul swarms all over him, scrambling quickly into position for a rear naked choke. Skip escapes for an instant before he's snapped up and writhing in the vice of Paul's body scissors. "I told you," the cocky bad boy snarls. Skip protests petulantly, "This is just starting!"
Paul is two moves ahead of him every time Skip diligently works his way free from one hold right into the next. He slips free from a kneeling bow and arrow but is immediately locked down in a dangerous arm bar. Both battlers' fuses get shorter and shorter as nothing comes easy. Brutal head scissors finally make Skip submit, but Paul wants to hear him scream. "I said I GIVE!" Skip protests, seriously pissed off now.
Loathe to get knocked down a rung in his climb out of the deep, dark jobber hole he dug for himself early in his wrestling career, Skip takes a play from past tormentors. Snapping on a standing full nelson, he parades his shocked opponent around the gazebo, gloating. "I'll teach you to disrespect me!" Paul vows, moments before expertly escaping and launching a new onslaught of brutal terror.
Submissions are screamed. Tears are shed. Wills are tested with a ferocity that neither wrestler anticipated when they showed up in the gazebo this day. Hair pulling and sucker punches to the kidneys drag these two into darker and darker territory. For all their taunts and trash talk, this one won't be over until exactly one wrestler has demonstrated conclusively and without dispute who is whose bitch. "I own you!" the victor crows once he's shut his loudmouth opponent up once and for all.
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