Review

Forget the singlets and headgear - this is SEXY wrestling. Shannon (a well-built blonde with smiling Irish features) takes to the mat with three different opponents.

While each scene contains about 5 minutes of solo/mutual sex, the gist of the flick is scissor holds, full nelsons and crotch holds. I don’t know dick about wrestling, but these guys certainly seem into it. They sweat, they grunt, they roll around like animals defending their territory. And at the end, they each pop a load!

The first scene is a mat grapple between Shannon and Steele. Steele is a dark-haired, hunky dreamboat with bulging pecs and bi’s.

After nearly 30 minutes of intense wrestling action, the boys strip down to their incredibly smooth birthday suits. Steele is almost totally shaved down there; the remaining pubic hair has been shaved into a disturbing Hitler-style moustache. They proceed to treat us to a fleeting jerk off session before calling it a day.

Next, Shannon goes at it with Czech man’s-man Caldwell. They toss each other about like bulky rag dolls before they unleash their quivering meat. The sex here goes a bit further than the first scene, with actual oral action before the obligatory jerk-off. Caldwell has a sizeable uncut piece and he knows how to manipulate it.

Finally, Shannon goes to battle with Hill, a swarthy balding fellow with some serious eyebrows. The two wrestle like it’s going out of style, before they expose their flopping doodles. They eventually relieve themselves of their pent-up sexual frustration by pulling their puds ‘till the white stuff flies.

 -- T.J. Maxxwell