Jack Dillon vs Blake Starr

The camera fades in on Blake Starr bouncing around the Weekend Wrestling ring, full of his usual reckless energy, running through sloppy, unpolished moves like he’s the star of his own highlight reel. Across from him, Jack Dillon stands unimpressed—arms crossed, jaw clenched—watching the chaos unfold. Jack’s a professional, a technician, and he knows damn well Blake doesn’t have the focus or discipline to hang with the big boys. Still, he’s trying to be patient… until he isn’t. One brutal clothesline drops Blake flat on his back, and that’s when the "lesson" really begins.

Jack ditches the talking and goes full throttle—knee to the gut, forearm shots to the back, and an airplane spin that leaves Blake seeing stars. A series of chops follow, then Jack clamps down on a humiliating purple nurple before trapping the pretty boy in hold after hold. Arm bars, leg locks, nasty claws to those tight abs, and atomic wedgies that stretch Blake’s trunks to their breaking point. Jack’s relentless—stomps, camel clutch, bow and arrow, backbreakers that put Blake’s package on full display for the cameras, and brutal gut punches that leave him gasping. Blake flails, trying to fight back with wild, desperate swings, but Jack sees it coming a mile away. He shuts the kid down again, stretching him wide in yet another submission hold, putting every inch of that shredded body on display. This isn’t just a beatdown—it’s a slow, methodical spectacle... and Jack’s loving every second of it.