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Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about what intimacy really means.
People tend to hear that word and immediately jump to something sexual — as if that’s the only form it can take. But the more time I’ve spent wrestling, the more I’ve come to realize that intimacy can live in a completely different space. It’s not always about lust or passion… sometimes, it’s about presence, trust, and connection — the kind that doesn’t need words to be understood.

When I’m locked up with someone on the mats, something happens that goes deeper than just the physical push and pull. There’s this silent chemistry — the way our bodies find rhythm, how breath syncs without even trying, how a moment of stillness between holds can say more than a conversation ever could. You start to feel every subtle shift in energy, every heartbeat, every breath against your skin. It’s not about domination or submission in that instant — it’s about being there, fully, with someone who’s just as tuned in as you are.

There’s an intimacy in that exchange that’s hard to explain to anyone who’s never felt it. It’s not sexual, but it is intimate — almost sacred. It’s the trust of giving someone access to your space, your body, your balance, and knowing they’ll handle it with respect. It’s being vulnerable while still strong, open yet grounded.

Sometimes, when I’m caught in a hold — muscles tightening, skin brushing, heart pounding — I feel this quiet sense of connection. Not lust. Not romance. Just… closeness. The kind that leaves you calm when the match ends, because you’ve shared something real with another person.

People often misunderstand that. They see two guys wrestling and think it must be about power or sex. But to me, it’s about understanding. It’s about meeting someone in that raw, physical space and realizing that intimacy doesn’t have to involve desire — it can simply be the comfort of being known, even for a moment.

There’s a beauty in that.
A chemistry that doesn’t need labels.
A quiet kind of intimacy that only those who’ve truly wrestled can recognize — the kind that lingers long after the last hold is released.

After a few wrestlefests and more than a few matches, I’ve finally stopped pretending I’m something I’m not. The competitive scene never really pulled me in. I don’t crave the crowd, the win, or the glory. What pulls me is something quieter — darker — built around control, tension, and surrender.

There’s a charge that happens when two people lock up and everything slows down. When a hold sinks in and the power dynamic shifts. I like that moment — that steady build where strength meets stillness and all I can do is feel it, breathe through it, and endure.

That’s where I belong. I’m a true jobber — the kind that doesn’t fight back, doesn’t resist the pressure, just takes it and lets the moment unfold. I love being worked over by someone who knows their strength and enjoys using it — someone who moves with purpose and doesn’t rush what they’re doing.

My ultimate dream is finding that one opponent who wants a jobber built to last, someone who can handle long, drawn-out holds and push through them again and again — no games, no distractions, just raw power and control until one of us finally gives in.

If that kind of connection speaks to you — if you like the sound of someone who wants to feel every second of your control — then maybe I’ve finally found where I’m meant to be.

This isn’t play. This isn’t fantasy. This is raw, brutal domination — a hunger so dark it’s almost a curse.

You’re a daddy with thick legs—legs built to crush, to lock down, to erase any hope of escape. You don’t want someone delicate or soft. You want a cub — solid muscle, squirming and fighting, built just right to be squeezed, broken, and completely claimed between your thighs.

When you wrap your legs around me, it’s like being caught in steel traps. Your grip is crushing — slow, methodical, and relentless. And when I squirm? When my body tries to break free? That’s when you grin. That dangerous, savage grin that says you live for the struggle.

You crave the taps, the desperate begging, the frantic gasps — because each one only fuels your hunger. You tighten your hold, cruel and merciless. Every twitch beneath your crushing thighs calls for an even harder squeeze, like a beast testing the limits of its prey.

Try to escape? You lean in close, your voice low and vicious, dripping with threat:
“Move all you want — the tighter this gets. The harder I squeeze. And I’m not stopping until you break.”

You don’t stop when it hurts. You stop when I’m silent. When the air is gone, ripped from my lungs by your iron legs. When my body finally crumbles, broken and gasping, still trapped beneath you like a beast in heat refusing to let go.

You don’t want release.
You want surrender.
Complete, total surrender.

If you’re the kind of wrestler who craves this dark, raw domination — who wants to feel the power of crushing control and merciless holds — then step forward. This hunger isn’t for the faint of heart. It’s for those who want to live it, breathe it, and push it to the edge.

If that’s you, you know where to find me.

With the help of a good mentor, I have FINALLY uploaded my first short video to Watchfighters.

I am not as active and don't get to wrestle as much as I would love to, so keeping constant videos will be difficult, but I will upload videos as much as I can. I would love you to check my profile out on Watchfighters (lovetobecrushed23), and any feedback would be welcome; this is a new world and adventure for me so please don't be harsh; I am new to this and learning as I go.

I know I will get a lot of hate for this blog, but due to the recent amount of hateful responses I have gotten via messages when I reject matches with someone I feel I need to explain this in the best way I know how.

So when I wrestle, I wrestle men who I am both intellectually and physically attracted to, ALTHOUGH sex is not required during my matches.
Yes, I know that seems contradictory. Well.......really, it's not.
Wrestling has a sexual aspect and nature to it.
Something about two men locking bodies together with skin-to-skin contact and rolling around getting all sweaty is just an absolute erotic turn-on.
So, with that being said, I wrestle with those I am attracted to, and when that comes, an age range is stated in my profile.

I understand this might upset some people, and I understand why it would, but not everyone is compatible with everybody, and some have what are called preferences.
I should not have to explain myself if I reject an offer to wrestle with you, but I do it so there is not a misunderstanding.