It's one thing to watch four porn stars in bikinis wrestle
from the comfort of your own computer chair. It's another to sit in a crowd of
40-odd people and listen to the visceral smack of curvaceous flesh hitting a giant
gym mat for two hours.
Once a month, Kink.com, the alternative pornography giants
who call the Armory their home, hold a match for the pay site Ultimate
Surrender. On the nights in question -- like this Tuesday -- invitees
file into the bleachers of a large, padded arena. Then, in three rounds, two
teams of Kink performers go head to head, earning points for
less-than-traditional wrestling moves, such as pinning their opponents and then
smothering them with their breasts. Needless to say, the whole thing is filmed,
photographed, and streamed live online. Attendees sign a release form so their
faces can appear in porn...
The spectators for this month's Ultimate Surrender are
mostly of nervous hipsters, with a few industry veterans and middle-aged
regulars thrown. While we wait to head inside, the women of Team Red and Team
Purple work the crowd in their thongs, asking for fan support, their bare asses
dotting the Kink lounge.
Once inside, a male referee with a serious expression
(not to be confused with the hot female ref, who will eventually join in on the
action) tells us how things will go down: three rounds of wrestling, then a
fourth round. That's when the winners fuck the losers. "Basically, this is rape
site under the guise of wrestling," he offers by way of explanation. Cheering
is okay, but WWF-themed shouting is out. "If you think it's funny, it's not,"
Things get started as two women face off. To earn points for
their forced sex acts, the wrestlers first need to gain "control," holding
their opponent down or locking her between their thighs. Quickly the bikinis
come off and the nude wrestling begins. Red pins purple, purple pins red. From
the stands, we watch as one woman's flushed face seems to disappear underneath
another's ass. The ref shouts out "Fingers in pussy!" The scoreboard shows us a
tie. No longer nervous, spectators can be heard shouting, "Lick her nipple!
Lick her nipple!"
In the end, watching Ultimate Surrender live seems like
watching any other sport: kind of tedious. There's only so long you can stare
at nude porn stars twisting around each other's bodies before you go numb to
Don't get me wrong. It's a bizarrely amazing experience, one you
can't get everywhere. Still, even the infamous fourth round, during which the
red team got to wear red strap-ons and tag team the losers, eventually got old.
Here were four women, writhing in front of us onlookers, tied up and
energetically sucking off dildos. Above the arena, a TV showed us a live camera
feed. Somehow it was easier to watch on the screen. There the whole thing
looked less absurd, less staged, as these athletes of sex gave us spectators
one last thing to cheer about.