Truth be told, Justin and Nick are so fucking hot, does the match itself even matter?
I mean, fuck me.
And as I said before, the match started out friendly enough; two new guys to the Arena, helping each other stretch and warm up for the match to come.
LOOK AT THOSE LEGS.
And they’re not just beautiful boys, either. They actually can wrestle! While that can be choreographed somewhat, you still have to know what you’re doing when you’re on the mats. Nick and Justin put each other through some great holds and reversals as they worked up a sweat, still feeling friendly.
But even the nicest of guys can get a little carried away. After wringing a submission or two out of Nick–who wasn’t pleased at being trapped and forced to give in–Justin, not reading the situation right, chose to go for a little friendly taunting.
Nick didn’t care for this. Not one little bit, and the future superstar heel started coming out.
A little painful humiliation here, a little embarrassing and hurtful submission there…Nick knows how to wrestle, and also knew how to tear up an opponent–all the while never stooping to any low blows and cheap shots.
Impressive.
And soon Justin was beaten down, exhausted, and down for the count.
And not opposed to showing off his own physical pulchritude when it’s all over.
“We could have been friends,” he sneers as he walks off the mats.
A classic match in more ways than one.
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