Darron Bluu is completely unprepared for the powerhouse stepping onto the mat opposite him. Hairy hottie Chace LaChance isn’t playing games. The moment he senses hesitation from the smooth blonde blue eyed rookie, he strikes—locking in a back-bending Dragon Sleeper that makes it clear this won’t be a friendly introduction.
From the first grab, it’s all LaChance. He’s been building toward this kind of dominance his entire career. He remembers what it felt like to be the novice, thrown around by bigger, more seasoned studs back in the early 2010s. Now the roles are reversed. Now he’s the veteran. The top dog. And he applies every lesson learned to systematically break down the wide-eyed greenhorn standing in front of him.
Classic holds flow one after another—tight, perfected, unforgiving. The trash talk escalates as Chace crowds his opponent, roughing him up with humiliating wedgies and ball claws. Every squeeze a taunting display of dominance. Every flex of those thick biceps and hairy pecs, reminds the rookie who owns the mat.
Darron may be helpless, but Chace isn’t sending him home empty-handed. He’s leaving with a memory—he's defeated but he'll remember the day he got to feel the big biceps and hairy pecs of Chace LaChance.
