Skip Vance 5'6 135 lbs
Skip writhes in indignation, his trunks wedged high up his asscrack
Hawk rides the scrappy twink in a camel clutch
As the temperature rises in the Wrestleshack, Hawk cops a feel as the two merge
The twink cornered and helpless as Hawk batters his abs
Hawk slaps a liplock on the self-professed "Kissing Bandit of Arkansas"
Bird of Prey
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!
Skip wraps his thighs around his opponent's head and reaches back and seizes a handful
Stretched out, Hawk swings and tries to fight free of a reverse chinlock, bodyscissors combo
Skip's bulge dangles above the mat as he tries to crawl free of the boston crab
With the twink locked down in the bodyscissor, Hawk's lascivious fingers grasp another handful
Skip cranks Hawk's neck with a full nelson, his thighs flexing to the max in the bodyscissors
The two succumb to the sexual tension as they lock lips and grind against each other on the mats
Hawk Rodman 5'9 145 lbs
A sweaty and soaked Skip kneels painfully, stretched from behind by Hawk
With Skip headscissored and inverted, his foe grabs a handful
With his head trapped between Hawk's thighs, Skip endures a humiliating spanking
The pliable blond jobber's body stretched far back in Hawk's camel
Hawk switches to a rear naked choke in the camel clutch