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By the time the guys had made it home they’d planned their fight.  It was going to be an anything goes match. Fighting in what they were already wearing. Bit like the streetfight match they’d seen but without the weapons ‘I don’t have enough furniture for you to break it over my head ‘ Sam laughed.  ‘nah I don’t wanna hurt you. I just wanna win’ Jon retorted.  

Neither guy had any experience of wrestling. Nor had they mats or a ring. they’d agreed they could throw punches but not to the face or groin. Aside from that they didn’t really know what else to suggest.  They’d already agreed to keep their clothes on ‘although I guess it’ll get hot with us both in jeans’ Jon said.  Sam suggested they fought like that but could strip to boxers if it got too much. Jon agreed.  

by the time they walked through the door they were were ready. before Jon had taken his jacket off Sam had moved the coffee table out of the centre of the lounge and was standing facing Jon fists up. Jon took his coat off and threw it on the floor.  They circled each other.  ‘Reckon you can take me mate’ Sam snorted.  ‘anytime bud’ Jon replied.  they threw a few punches but nothing landed.  Then they clinched up and before they knew it they were rolling around on the floor. Grabbing each others clothes. Grappling. Snorting abuse at each other.  As they fought they kicked stuff out of the way in the room to make room. Jon pulled Sam up and got him in a headlock as they danced into furniture and bits and pieces knocking them over. They punched.  They kicked.  Jon grabbed at Sams shirt and ripped it half off. They stopped.  Breathing heavily. ‘So you wanna fight dirty do you ‘ Sam shouted. ‘fuck I do ‘ replied Jon. Sam grabbed Jon’s t shirt and ripped it off him. they stood there. Just in jeans. Trainers had long been kicked off.  ‘ha now we’re fighting like those guys earlier’ Sam said.  ‘Yeah maybe we are  but I’m gonna rip those jeans off you too’ Jon said.  He lunged at Sam and knocked him into a chair. as they fought they both tried to grab each others jeans but couldn’t get them to come off.  Earlier on Sam had noticed a small rip in the pocket of Jon’s Levi’s. he grabbed it and pulled and pulled.  The denim ripped leaving a hole showing the top of his boxers. ‘Fuck you mate, these are my favourite jeans’. ‘well they were ‘ Sam laughed.  At this point Jon saw red.  He ran at Sam and the two of them rolled and rolled around the floor. Pulling at hair, skin, what was left of their clothes.  They punched (or tried to). ‘I’m gonna get these off you! ‘Jon said but Sams jeans were too tight and he couldn’t get a decent grip.  Eventually Sam got up and moved more into the centre of the room. As he did Jon grabbed the back pocket and managed to create a tear big enough to get his hands into. ‘What the fuck’ Sam said. The two guys stood opposite each other.  saying nothing they just grabbed at each others jeans and slowly rip by rip shredded them as best they could.  Finally both guys steppped out of what was left of them and tossed them aside.  the floor was strewn with bits of torn denim. they stood facing each other in just their boxers. Out of breath. messed up. Smiling at each other they looked down at each others boners. Maybe this wasn’t quite over yet. 

To be continued. …