They say that giving someone a nickname is a sign of intimacy. “Can I call you Dougie,” Ash DeLeon asks Richie Douglas when they meet for the first time in the Wrestleshack in the recent release It’s Rough for Refs. As Ash is asking, he’s also treating himself to an appreciative stroke of the palm of his hand up and down Richie’s ripped core. He cups Richie’s hot jock pecs. “Can I call you Dougie” is just one of a thousand signals Ash is sending that he wants to get a whole lot closer.

Ash knows what he likes, and he likes the look of Richie. There’s a lot to like. There are multiple reasons why fans voted Richie the Top Babyface of 2017. The prototypical boy next door, he’s cute as a fucking button. I was ready to wrap him up in a bow and take him home the moment I saw him in his BG East debut getting dissected by Dr. Cooper. Between then and his most recent match against Ash, Richie has added some succulent muscle. He’s learned a lot over the course of his first eight matches. No longer the lamb to the slaughter, Richie has learned how to hold his own. He’s particularly competitive on the mats. And somewhere around Sunshine Shooters 8, Richie learned how to exploit the erotic allure he holds over most of his opponents.

“Richie Douglas, I’ve been waiting for this for a very long time,” Ash purrs when he arrives at the wrestle shack to find him stretching out. Ash encourages him to keep stretching out, because the view is just so fucking tasty. “The Boss sent me to kick your ass, like everyone kicks your ass,” Ash confides, “but you look so good!”

I love the “but” in that sentence. It’s like Ash is already battling with his competing impulses to beat and eye fuck Richie. It’s like Ash is saying I’m supposed to kick your ass, but your dazzling good looks are blunting my focus. It’s classic Richie. Opponents think they’re going to plow under a lightweight coverboy, but when they come face to beautiful face with him, his prettiness is too distracting.

Little Richie is all grown up in this match, and he grabs hold of the initiative with both hands. Even as Ash is still copping a breathless feel of his muscles, Richie snags a front facelock and flips him to the mat with authority. “Call me Dougie now, huh,” Richie challenges. Honestly, I think Ash isn’t thinking straight because too much blood flow has been directed away from his brain in favor of his swelling cock. That’s exactly the sweet spot for Richie these days. Richie flashes his paralyzing dimples in a schoolboy pin, and then slides his rippled torso down Ash’s, grabbing him by the head and shoving Ash’s face into his mouthwatering pecs. You know Ash is in trouble when he forgets to fight back, opting instead to slide his hands down his opponent’s muscled back and squeeze Richie’s taut ass cheeks. Ash still hasn’t actually shown up when Richie locks down a single leg crab and leans way, way back to crank on his back, making Ash gasp out a shockingly quick submission.

Handing away the first submission is the wake up call Ash needs to show up. The babyface pugilist punches the fuck out of Richie’s ripped abs. On the mat, he locks down a full nelson and then strategically rolls to his back, pulling Richie on top of him, his ass pressed provocatively against Ash’s crotch. While Richie squirms on the hook, Ash leans in and takes a long whiff of his neck. “You smell like butter,” Ash mutters in ecstasy.  Richie’s turn-them-on-and-slap-them-down offense seems like it may be backfiring spectacularly. Ash may be a tad too hungry. “What’s wrong with you,” Richie snarls as Ash licks his lips and breathes deep the aroma of cock tease. Ash doesn’t actually understand the question. Just like you and me, he honestly can’t imagine what other reason there would be to strip down to speedos with Richie Douglas and savor every erotic sensation. “Have you looked at yourself in the mirror,” Ash asks incredulously, placing the blame for Richie’s predicament squarely where it belongs: his hot body and dizzying prettiness.

Ash starts racking up submissions on the boy wonder, but you won’t notice. About 2/3rds of the way into the match, well into Ash fondling, tasting, eye fucking and whiffing every inch of Richie, Ash squeezes out a screaming submission with a single leg crab and ball claw. When they climb back to their feet, gasping and sweat soaked, Richie’s trunks are tented with excitement. Nothing else really matters at this point, because Ash has cleared up a question that has been burning for a couple of years now. I’ve always wondered if Richie’s cock tease offense is just a ploy, but now I know. With the right opponent, under the right circumstances, in a fiercely competitive match with an openly erotic aggressor, wrestling quite obviously turns Richie on.

With the cat out of the bag, the match turns into a highly provocative back and forth. One of my favorite moments of this match is when Richie presses out a deeply intimate single leg cradle submission, with Ash wrapped around his left leg and his face smothered against Richie’s crotch. You can tell Ash would rather be nowhere else in the world, but he’s in a boatload of pain and Richie’s bulging bulge is making it seriously difficult to breathe. When Ash finally taps, Richie stands up over top of him, flexing his glistening muscles, stroking the palms of his hands down his coverboy torso. “That’s right,” Richie says with a smirk, “enjoy the view down there.” It’s not like Ash needed to be told. He climbs to his knees and starts to worship the boy wonder. Richie lets him, with a big, happy smile on his face. Just as Ash’s attention zeroes in on Richie’s straining bulge, Richie reaches up and grabs the wrestle shack rafter, snapping his thighs around Ash’s face in hanging face-to-crotch headscissors. Fuck, that is one lovely, erotic move that captures the heart and soul of this match.

The other moment that drives me a little crazy with lust happens earlier in the match. Ash is pitching. He spladles Richie’s legs brutally wide. Richie’s lower back arches in agony as he’s ripped apart. Ash takes advantage of the position to use his free hand to pummel Richie’s abs, because… this is Ash. Richie writhes and struggles, but refuses to submit. So Ash turns his attention to the most obvious target of all, hovering his face directly over Richie’s crotch as he twists the living fuck out of a huge handful of Richie’s balls. Richie screams like a wounded animal and submits soon enough, but he’s pissed, fury washing across his boy next door face. As Ash stands, he breathes deeply, his eyes half closed savoring the memory. “Anyone tell you that you smell good down there, too,” Ash asks.

So now I’m stuck fantasizing about Richie’s junk smelling like butter. Ash uses every sense to both seduce and devour “Dougie,” and even more importantly, he narrates it for you and me. So Ash is my hero. He’s so one of us, it’s almost like I’m driving him with remote control through this match. And Ash is pure genius for unlocking the combination to make Richie sprout wood. Of course, watch this match for every sexy moment of it, but I will say that in end, Richie is in no condition to refuse Ash the intimate privilege of calling him “Dougie.”