Jimmy Jacobs certainly didn't look the part of your average professional wrestler. He didn't possess a lot in the way of height, muscle mass, or definition. By no means was he out of shape, but his body was a little soft over his small frame. His hair grew shaggy and dark around his face, usually streaked with some unnatural color – pink that month. Wild eyes were always surrounded with black eyeliner, a contrast to his strong nose and untamed stubble. And he was almost never seen without a pair of earrings and a choker necklace.
He once described himself as a "zombie princess", in reference to his proclivity towards a dark brand of androgyny. Jon always thought he looked more like an emo werewolf.
Still. In spite of appearances, Jacobs had more talent and passion in the ring than most rosters.
This was never more clear than when he was pitted head to head with Jon Moxley. It had been a while since they'd last been booked together, but it was always a spectacle whenever they did clash. And not just for the audience.
The space between them was magnetic from the moment they locked up for the first time. In fact, the same sort of electricity Jon felt between himself and Tyler, he'd also experienced with Jimmy. Their first match felt like their hundredth to him – nothing called beforehand, everything on the fly, yet everything went smoothly over. And every match they had afterward just got better and better.
This chemistry had never been more obvious than that one night, when Jon began to embrace something he thought he'd buried long before.
Their inaugural feud for Dragon Gate USA culminated in a rather infamous "I Quit" match, one of the more bloody demonstrations in his career. It involved a railroad spike that was struck dramatically into the top turnbuckle before the starting bell, which would come into play brutally and decisively. Not only did it cover both men's faces with blood, it created a memorable and painful finish when Jimmy drove it into Jon's crotch.
It was also infamous among a large set of fans, due to the very obvious ring boner that Jon sported throughout. Not just for Jimmy's attractiveness, but for the feral manner in which he and Jon beat the hell out of each other.
Unbeknownst to the audience, the two combatants had locked up again after the match was over.
In the moment that Jon and Tyler met him in the locker room, themselves clad in only towels, he was wearing just a ripped pair of jeans and a studded belt, complimenting the silver rings that hung from each of his nipples.
"Mox!" Jimmy greeted with surprise, laying a friendly clap on his arm. "The hell you doing here, you lanky son of a bitch?"
Jon rustled his hand through Jimmy's hair and grinned through the side of his mouth. "It's actually your fault I'm here. You left a flyer in the locker room and, well, I'm a curious little fuck sometimes."
"How're you, man?" Tyler offered a hand, and he and Jimmy clasped a handshake into a quick hug. "Haven't seen you around here in a couple weeks."
"Tyler," he chuckled, lingering into the hug a little longer than expected. "Yeah I tweaked my knee, wanted to make sure it didn't turn into something worse. Everything's lookin' good now."
"I'll say," Jon muttered.
"Aaaannnd," Jimmy drawled, sizing up both men with his eyes and lingering on the towels, "I see you two are already friends. Or heard, really." He winked and stripped off his jeans, underneath which he already had on a pair of black trunks.
Tyler started chewing on his already chapped lower lip and grinned sheepishly. "You know me, I don't settle until I get what I want – ah, hey!" He gave a jump in response to Jon squeezing one big hand around his buttock. Jon stuck his tongue out at him.
"That's the Mox I know. Well, and the Tyler I know." Jimmy noticed the time on his cell phone and swore under his breath. "I'm actually due for my shoot about five minutes ago. If you both wanna stick around a little longer, we should go grab dinner later! Or something else." He slipped on his boots, stumbling over the undone laces, and sped out of the locker room, laying a quick spank to Tyler's ass on the way out.
"Fucking hell, Jimmy!" Tyler held the spot where the slap landed, looking hot and exasperated.
The two watched him zoom through the doors, both of them focused on his lower end which was bouncing ever so slightly with each step.
Following a beat, Jon asked, "Have you guys fucked before?"
Tyler nodded, with what Jon might have mistaken for veneration.
Jon shrugged. "Makes two of us, I guess. 'Nother question. Ever do two guys at once?"
He shook his head.
Jon grinned.
Just minutes later, the odd pair sat against the wall of the gym, out of sight of any of the cameras and their conversation quiet enough to be out of microphone range. Though freshly showered and exhausted, they were determined to see Jimmy's recommendation through to the end. Notwithstanding he was a joy to watch, in all possible ways.
The combatants were still having a short discussion with the director, the other participant being quite a bit larger and more muscular than Jimmy. In fact, they seemed antithetical of each other. The second wrestler was tall, muscular, square-jawed, blonde-haired. He could easily pass as a prototypical top babyface anywhere.
Which is why he ended up dominating Jimmy so exhaustively during their match.
Jimmy was able to get in enough hits to make it look like a fair enough fight, but for much of it he was caught in submission maneuvers or reeling from merciless attacks. And throughout the entire shoot, he couldn't keep quiet. His moans of pain didn't sound even close to such. It sounded far more like he was pulling himself off and trying to make sure everyone heard.
While the other wrestler had a shouting, struggling Jimmy in a leg lock, Tyler and Jon exchanged looks.
Tyler cocked one eyebrow at Jon. "What's that look mean?"
Jon made a nod towards the combatants in the ring. "That noise he made just now? Same one he made when I had my dick in 'im."
A snicker came out from Tyler's nose. "That's funny, actually. It's the same one he made when I had his in my mouth."
"Oh yeah?" Jon sneaked his hand behind Tyler and under his shirt, stroking his lower back. "I'd like to see that. I bet your blowjob face is real pretty."
"Prettier than yours. Ow!"
Jon had pinched Tyler on the skin of his hip.
"You should pay more respect to the guy that fucked you so good earlier." He shrugged. "Not that you're wrong. But what we really need to compare it to is..." he gestured towards Jimmy, who was still making that same noise as the final bell rang to signal a win by submission.
Tyler nodded and conceded, "I'll bet his is real nice."
As the shoot wrapped and the director called for the cameras to cut, Jimmy hopped out of the ring and strutted towards the two men sitting against the wall.
Jon slipped his hand even lower, into Tyler's sweatpants. "Let's find out together."