Nothing quite like the
up-close-and-personal....
....grapple-like-your-life-depends-on-it....
...warrior competition of strength and skill
that comes from school wrestling.
And the painted on, two-sizes-too-small outfits...
... the gloriously intimate pins....
and the exuberance of youth certainly
doesn't hurt, either.
All the domination and exasperation....
all the physicality,
...all the raw sexuality...
(and promising poses) that a heart can stand!
You can't choreograph this shit any better.
No one has the confidence,
the aggression, the emotional outlay...
the pure, unadulterated sultriness...
that can compare with collegiate athletes!
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