Go for a lock-up

You figure most good wrestling matches start with a test of strength. You move toward Kenny, arms out to invite a lock-up. Instead, his boot slams into your stomach, doubling you over.

"Sorry, 'Tiger', but you're going to be going up against a lot of Heels that will do a lot worse than kick you in the stomach if you go for a lock-up like that. Good thing you're not actually trying to win, or I'd just feel bad." As he admonishes you, he walks around you. You're still catching your breath when you feel a hand between your legs, gently gripping and fondling your package in a way that gets you hard quickly. He lifts you onto his shoulders in a torture rack, pulling your shorts down to start stroking your bare cock while bending you into a backward c-shape. You can feel yourself slowly building toward release in his skillful grip.