By all rules of nature, smaller guys shouldn’t be able to impose their will upon bigger guys. It’s the reason there are weight classes in wrestling and martial arts competitions. The bigger guy just simply has an undeniable weight and strength advantage. Fair or not, it’s fact. But John Wolfboy isn’t just any smaller guy. He’s cunning, plans his attacks in advance and has a growing amount of experience at taking the boys down. He chooses either the big or the egotistical guys because they have the most to lose in terms of ego or pride. And when it comes to imposing his will, John has his own agenda, which has nothing to do with combat sports. It’s becoming crystal clear that he has no interest in any sort of competition, his fascination lies with the domination and utter humiliation of his opponents. Instead of fighting those rules of nature, he uses his intellect to outsmart and surprise the enemy so he can send them home with long lasting emotional, rather than physical damage.
Austin Lynch is a guy with a lot to lose when it comes to pride. He’s a highly skilled wrestler with a higher-than-average IQ and he’s accustomed to lots of attention due to his pretty boy good looks. Austin doesn’t overthink things, he just does them. Most of the time, that kind of attitude and action pays dividends, especially in pro wrestling. On occasion, it backfires. Seems that chloroform doesn’t care about all that and that’s what makes this Wolfboy’s special day. Today, Wolfie is going home with Austin’s boots, socks, pads and trunks to serve as a trophy for the victory over another Weekend Wrestling hunk. As he slowly strips Lynch out of all that gear, he makes sure to examine, explore and worship every muscle on the pretty boy’s limp, defeated and vulnerable body. He makes sure that Austin wakes just enough to mock him and rub it in how he’s losing all of his gear and there’s nothing he can do about it, then out go the lights again and again. There’s only one thing more humbling than being sent home in nothing but your underpants. Can you guess what?
