Jack Dillon vs Tanner Ripley

When Jack Dillon caught Tanner Ripley red-handed in the locker room, suspiciously admiring—and perhaps about to steal—his wrestling shoes, it wasn’t a matter of if Tanner would pay, but how. Jack wasted no time dragging the barefoot and embarrassed Tanner to the ring. From the moment they hit the canvas, Jack asserted his dominance, punishing the younger wrestler with his veteran precision. His arsenal was relentless—targeting Tanner’s biceps and lower back with grueling holds, peppered with illegal chokes on the ropes, all while delivering playful foot tickles to mock the shoeless wrestler. Jack's tight, multicolored trunks and matching knee pads added to his commanding presence as he posed over the squirming Tanner.

But Tanner Ripley isn’t one to stay down for long. With a surprising burst of energy, he countered Jack's half nelson escape with clubbing forearms that sent the golden-haired veteran stumbling. From there, it was Tanner’s turn to dominate, wrenching Jack into a dragon sleeper that left him gasping, clawing his abs with pinpoint aggression, and bending him painfully in a Boston crab. Tanner’s lean, chiseled body glistened under the lights, his orange trunks clinging to every curve as he exacted his payback. The match evolved into a heated back-and-forth battle—Jack reclaiming the upper hand with his punishing camel clutch, Tanner retaliating with dominating holds of his own, both men leaving every ounce of sweat and grit in the ring. Each strike, each hold, and each moment of dominance oozed with raw intensity, making this exclusive Weekend Wrestling war a must-watch clash of power, technique, and undeniable chemistry.