BRICKHOUSE BRAWL: Jim Ratt vs. Alcatraz

Two bulls. One brick-wall arena. Pure testosterone! Jim Ratt, the golden-boy newcomer with a body chiseled for worship and eyes as blue as sin, squares off against Alcatraz, a tattooed brute built like a prison yard fantasy. From the opening lock-up it’s less about holds and more about hunger, two bulls grinding and smashing each other into walls, against the couch, across the floor.  These two don’t just wrestle — they collide, slam, and grind against each other with a primal urgency that blurs the line between combat and foreplay. Their double-leg and single-leg takedowns hit the mat with bone-rattling force. Takedowns lead to cradles, clinched fists rain down punches on chiseled abs and powerful pecs, while bulges grind and swell with every twist. Ass-spankings echo off the walls, wedgies yank fabric deep between cheeks, and ball grabs turn submission into a battle of manhood. The cameras catch it all — the smirks, the groans, the lingering touches that prove this isn’t just a fig