At Wrestlefest NYC last month, I happened upon a super sexy hottie who I’d seen earlier at the kickoff party traveling in a herd of hot Canadians. Ryan Reilly was momentarily alone at the club this time, so I was able to shove my low-level social anxiety down and introduce myself. About every third person I met at Wrestlefest had heard of Sidelineland. I was absolutely humbled by several wrestlers telling me that they read the blog and appreciate my words. But I never know if introducing myself and mentioning that I blog will provoke a spark of recognition or a totally blank stare. Ryan seemed to recognize the blog, which I swear isn’t a requirement for me to like you… but it never hurts. He’s somehow even more adorable in person than on social media and in his videos (which is an extremely adorable baseline to start). He’s long and lean. Really, he was the term “heel bait” personified in his tight singlet, with those disarming dimples and yankable ears. I asked him what’s his favorite match he’s wrestled on video. He thought about it a bit, then explained that his first match, in which he wrestled Denzel Dixon, remains one of his favorites.

So, my choice of what match to sample from his Watchfighters collection was obvious: Living Room Battle. This was my first time seeing both Ryan and his opponent, Denzel Dixon, in action. Both of them have caught my eye, though, so it was exciting seeing the two of them on their knees, poured into sexy singlets, sizing one another up. I have no idea how old they are, but they’re both serving up big helpings of babyface beauty and youthful exuberance. There’s something genuine and raw (in a spectacular way) about what looks like an actual meet-up where someone just decided, “hey, let’s record this” before they started. It’s about 45 minutes long, with precious few cuts in the action. There’s nothing frenetic about it. The holds are super long. There’s no better word that “milking” to describe the pace. It’s deliberate and spontaneous and both of these beautiful men are just fucking stubborn when it comes to refusing to submit well past the point that they should. That all adds up to heavy doses of slow and sure domination and soul crushing suffering that hits me (and clearly both Ryan and Denzel) just right.

There’s an upperclassman feel about the dynamic between them. Denzel is at least one or two levels above adorable Ryan when it comes to strength and grappling skill. My first impression of Denzel, as just as intensely babyfaced as Ryan, sort of fades a bit once the more experienced wrestler starts enjoying himself, having his way with Ryan. But he’s so fucking chill about it! I mean, Denzel is transparently having fun tying long-limbed Ryan up like a pretzel, but he just cracks a smile, sometimes no more than a smirk, most of the time. They’re so fucking quiet, I’m wondering if there have been noise complaints or something. Instead of loud cries or shouts, it’s a story told in subtle grunts that come from way deep. When he’s got Ryan’s long, lean arms twisted into a hammerlock for the thousandth time, easily in position to rip the rookie’s shoulders apart at any moment, Denzel’s just got this sweet grunt of satisfaction to narrate his thoughts and feelings. When Ryan has caught the upperclassman in bodyscissors (Ryan’s most effective offense by far in this match), it’s Denzel’s quiet gasps and grunts of respect that chart the dynamic between them.

They’re both intense, but damn, Ryan’s intensity is about 66% of the heat in this extremely hot match. Damn it, he wants the fucking submission so bad he can taste it! He’s able to control his more seasoned opponent for periods of time with tight headlocks and front facelocks that earn some more of those grunts of respect/pain from Denzel. But slowly and surely, Denzel patiently works for escapes that start to look inevitable about 10 minutes in. Like, sure, Ryan’s aggressiveness and rookie eagerness put him on top over and over, but there’s something irrepressible about Denzel. Eagerness and hunger and exuberance from Ryan just aren’t going to balance the scales against Denzel’s strength and mat savvy.

I love Ryan’s scissors, though. Fuck, the boy is lean, but when he’s got those bodyscissors clamped on, those legs of his look wicked dangerous. And his hot ass flexing as he powers down on the scissors is nothing short of sumptuous. His MF profile says he’s 5’11, but damn, those long legs of his go on and on as he milks the air out of Denzel’s lungs. I also love the look on his face when he’s dishing it out. Don’t get me wrong, he’s on the receiving end way more often, but somehow that makes the satisfaction on his face that much more delightful when he’s the one doling out the punishment. And every minute he’s milking the pain out of Denzel, he’s getting himself deeper and deeper into debt with his skilled, patient, powerful opponent. I want him gloat a little more, honestly. I want him to let loose with that adorable smirk of his. But, fuck, he’s super earnest. I get the feeling he’s just wanting respect, more than as if he were some babyface with a sadistic streak. So when he’s on top, he’s controlled and fierce, but he doesn’t gloat.

Still, Ryan earns the schooling he gets from Denzel in return. There are some moments where I’m pretty sure Ryan’s long limbs are literally going to get tied up into a bow. Denzel on cruise control is just as patient and relentless as he is when he’s biding his time, plotting his escape from one of the rookie’s tight squeezes. And Denzel notices what I’ve noticed: the harder Ryan gets punished, the more enthusiastically Ryan’s cock squirms to life inside that tight singlet. I’m standing up and cheering when, around 19 minutes in, Denzel has Ryan’s face stuffed up his armpit in a dragon sleeper, both arms trapped behind Ryan’s back by Denzel’s legs. And with this buffet of babyface hotness laid out in front of him, Denzel starts peeling Ryan’s singlet off. Fuck, yes!

Both singlets come off, and the jock straps underneath, and there’s a solid 10 minutes or so of full on naked wrestling that’s sexy as fuck. It’s hungry and fierce, teetering back and forth between competitive and foreplay. Denzel’s cock has a gravitational pull all its own, as evidenced by Ryan being unable to keep his hands and lips off of it. But damn, when Denzel starts cranking on Ryan’s cock, it looks like that adorable babyface beauty I met in the bar last month is going to fucking explode! Ryan’s orgasm face is that mix of being in awe and being totally untethered that might look like pain, if you weren’t following the plot… and if you didn’t stick around long enough to see him shoot that impressive load over his shoulder, followed moments later by Denzel doing the same.

I can see why this one remains one of his favorites. Like, I have nothing to base this on, because I literally had about a 45-second conversation with him in the basement of Red Eye, but the feeling I get from watching Living Room Battle is that I’m actually seeing Ryan there on my screen, literally and figuratively stripped naked. It doesn’t feel performative or self-conscious. It comes across as passionately genuine, like I’m seeing this super hot cutie disclosing everything that lives at the heart of him right on my screen.

Last month, it was also a delight to see Ryan the very next night climb into the ring alongside his tag team partner, Kid Canuck, and bring down the house with a sensationally told professional tag team match with a lot of those same elements. There was the same rawness, the satisfaction of climbing on top, the heartache of getting out-muscled and outmaneuvered that I enjoy in Living Room Battle. But without the ring, without the screaming audience cheering them on (me loudest), without the pro wrestling melodrama, it’s incredibly hot to see Ryan fierce and passionate, turned on and totally topped off by these 45 minutes of brutal, sexy wrestling with Denzel back at the start of Ryan’s wrestling-on-video career.