Riff Simmons vs Austin Lynch

At 160 lean pounds of wiry muscle, Riff Simmons has always divided his energy between rocking out and wrestling, and this time he’s ringside belting out a tune when Austin Lynch arrives with an unsolicited—and decidedly disrespectful—review. The clean-cut, 6'0", 185-pound trained pro can criticize Riff’s music all he wants; the rocker has thick skin. But putting his hands on Betsy, Riff’s prized guitar, crosses a line. The normally laid-back rock star explodes, jumping Austin from behind and turning a little musical criticism into a hot-tempered grudge match between two lean, athletic studs suddenly hell-bent on beating and humiliating each other.

What follows is a sweaty, back-and-forth fight for control packed with tightly cinched sleeper holds, body-stretching bow-and-arrows, blatant choking, stiff gut punches, a spine-bending over-the-knee backbreaker, crushing bearhugs, a head-spiking DDT, a nasty Rings of Saturn, and a torturous single-leg Boston crab. Neither stud is content merely to outwrestle the other; every painful stretch, grinding squeeze, and hard impact becomes another chance to take control, put the other man on display, and chip away at his masculine pride. Riff and Austin may have almost nothing in common, but once their sweaty bodies start colliding, they share one very sexy obsession—making the other stud suffer badly enough to prove who owns the ring.