Skrapper vs Mason Brooks: Two Ferociously Feisty F*ckers Fight Fire With Fire
Now here’s a match that is decidedly welcomed by the fans but also among the most highly anticipated by the BG East brethren. In fact, many even asked if they could observe the match live as it was taped. Skrapper has a reputation for being an all-out aggressive, tough-as-nails punishment sponge who gives as good as he takes – and frequently gives more. He is aptly named. After a solid debut versus Canadian stud Ben Monaco, Mason surprised everyone with his sadistic dispatching of Drake Marcos and his dominant performances against several opponents on Wet ‘n Wild 7. As one fan wrote, “I had no idea!” Well frankly, neither did we! It proves that babyface looks can be deceiving!
High tension: Skrapper can’t wait to start something. As soon as he steps onto the mat, he grabs, pushes, and prods until Mason Brooks finally bites the bait and grabs Skrapper’s head in a side headlock. The two tumble down, still in baggy workout shorts. His bedroom eyes turned up to 11, Skrapper appreciatively remarks on his opponent’s arms and pecs, even while feeling them grinding against the sides of his head. Still entangled in each other’s limbs, they urge each other to flex and show off their gym-honed muscles, combining the pleasures of voyeurism and the frisson of actual body contact.
They are not only active wrestlers but also, like us, they are also spectators, as appreciative of the eye candy they themselves present as of the rough-and-tumble. Even more, they offer us running on-the-spot commentary about what the match feels like to them. From the beginning, we get the sense that Skrapper and Mason are ready to take the homoeroticism of one-on-one combat to a new levels of audience involvement.
Enthusiastic as Skrapper is about the match, Mason is the one with the moves. He’s obviously taken The Boss’ admonition to develop a ground-game to heart. He changes position with speed, agility, and a clear sense of strategy in mind. He pushes Skrapper facedown to the mat, sits on the man’s ass, grabs the right leg, securing the foot in his armpit, and proceeds to grope Skrapper’s nut sack. He makes a play for the silky shorts too, but Skrapper testily bucks free, and the shorts remain temporarily in place.
The two roll towards the wall, Skrapper almost paralyzed in Mason’s fast grip. The skin of their arms and backs flushes under the strain of exertion, and their huffs and puffs provide a bassline to the hot and sticky struggle. Now with Skrapper’s head and left arm tightly noosed between his legs, Mason goes for the shorts again, getting the waistband down to the thighs, in the process wedging Skrapper’s black briefs in his crack. After giving the briefs a few tormenting jerks, Mason chickenwings Skrapper’s free arm. Skrapper taps out, but Mason won’t release until he hears the words “I give.”
Skrapper vs Mason Brooks: Skrewed!
On their feet again, Mason and Skrapper strip down to undabriefs and weaponize their shorts for some lighthearted locker-room-style fencing. The moment of frivolity is soon cut short by both wrestlers’ hunger for more body contact, and the rest of this epic 43-minute fly-stretcher expands and intensifies the roles the wrestlers established in the first fall: Skrapper the out-of-control rage freak, naturally (and recklessly) hotheaded and aggressive, and Mason the tactician, whose particular kink is control.
Mason uses his knowledge of wrestling science and the application of torque to repeatedly incite Skrapper’s fury and then, in turn, to hold it in check. In short, he makes Skrapper’s fine lean body do whatever he wants it to, simply by pushing the right buttons. But can he be sure that he won’t push the badboy past the point where he can control him? When Skrapper protests that Mason is pissing him off, Mason asks, “Pissing you off, or turning you on?” “Little of both,” Skrapper has to admit. And also because anyone who’s fought Skrapper – and lived to talk about it – knows just how rough he likes it!
For the last half of the bout, their sweaty bodies coiled and thrashing, Mason and Skrapper press up closer and closer to each other, as if wanting to feel the palpitations of the blood coursing through the other man’s veins. Skrapper leaves his mark, his pink handprint, all over Mason’s ass cheeks and thighs. Mason teases him to go for more (“Got anything left you want to show me?”), then cuts him off with one after another debilitating hold. The erotic tension builds to almost unbearable levels.
We dare you not to get a boner during this match. The fight is a stunner, an erotically charged confrontation between two popular and tough up-and-comers. Both these guys epitomize the BG East credo of macho grit, homo lust, and punk pugnacity. Skrapper and Mason shine their brightest yet in Undagear 22. Here in the front office, our jaws went slack for the last twenty minutes of this match, mouths lolling helplessly open. Nobody but BG East takes you to the edge like this. Nobody. Nominee for Best Mat Match of 2014?