Hard Sweat

Silas vs Jack Hammer, Mat Wars 174 (Thunders Arena)

My favorite lubricant is sweat. Halfway through this match, Silas and Hammer are covered in it as they grunt, pant, and moan. It trickles off their shoulders, pecs, and thighs like tears. Silas grumbles about getting booked with all the new guys, but just look at his eyes as they scan over Jack Hammer's brawn. He's like a kid in a candy shop.

I can't take my eyes off of Silas. He's beautiful. A modern-day Tarzan or gladiator. His eyes are intense, especially when summing up a new muscle hunk like Jack. Gets me hard. Like all Arena newcomers, Jack arrives with high hopes of being a Thunders champion on his first try. It's that attitude that fires Silas up. He can taste the arrogance, and he wants nothing more than to squeeze it out of his opponent. Maybe he can do that, but Hammer is no practice dummy. He's big and brawny and, like Silas, he carries a chip on his shoulder.  

See for yourself whose chip gets knocked off in this virile clutch-fest. I'm watching it in instant replay. 

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