UCW Wrestling's Quinn Harper vs. Jax Briggs: Lust Mixed With Hatred

     Anyone who has seen the "Squeal Like A Pig" clip from the 1972 film, "Deliverance," knows exactly what UCW's Quinn Harper is all about. If you haven't seen that Hollywood depiction of male-on-male, redneck sadism, just view the video posted above. Then I won't have to waste any more words describing that loathsome, vile piece of human debris who many wrestlers (including Johnny Deep) consider to be the worst individual in the federation. A picture is worth a thousand words, anyway. Right below the video clip is a still from UCW match #356, in which Harper has newcomer Jax Briggs (wrestling in only his second match) immobile and defenseless. Seconds later, Harper sticks his thumb into his mouth, thoroughly wetting it with saliva. I won't go on.
     This video begins with a scene that reminds me of a friendly, pit bull pup ignoring its instincts and trotting up to a rabid coyote that is foaming at the mouth and biting its own mangy fur with its eyeballs rolling back into its skull. Of course, that type of irrational, self-destructive behavior never occurs in the animal kingdom. Only we humans are taught to ignore our survival instincts, be "open-minded," and give obvious slime-balls "the benefit of the doubt."
     Jax steps onto the mat and, in a youthful, masculine, gregarious tone, says, "What's up, man? I'm Jax," while extending his hand to Harper. Harper doesn't react. "What's going on?" Jax doggedly persists, continuing to offer his hand to Harper. Harper seems to be licking the drool from his lips when he finally agrees to press the flesh with the rookie grappler.

     At that point, Jax should have either attacked or gotten the hell out of the mat room. I mean, when you encounter an unfamiliar, slithering reptile that is hissing, rattling, and coiled up with a forked tongue darting out at you and venom dripping off its fangs, then either run away or kill the poisonous creature.
     Possibly influenced by his first UCW experience, a rugged love-fest with fellow "face" Ethan Axel Andrews, Jax seems incapable of recognizing a snake. Instead, Jax insists on making small talk with the serpent.
     "What do you like to do?" Quinn asks Jax. It's a truly weird question to ask an opponent at the start of an athletic contest, perhaps indicating the blurred distinction in Quinn's twisted mind between wrestling and erotic gratification. Jax seems taken aback but he attempts to deliver a normal reply while shrugging and awkwardly clapping his hands: "Oh, I like wrestling, you know. Jump around."
     Then there's a test of strength (giving Quinn the opportunity to gouge Jax's eyes during the tie-up) and the "wrestling" begins. What follows is as dark and brutal as anything ever featured in a UCW tape (which means as dark and brutal as anything ever featured in pro wrestling, period). On a certain level, match #356 is as traumatic a viewing experience as was #336 (the horrid second match between Eli Black and Johnny Deep). However, the Black vs. Deep atrocity was basically a clash between two highly competitive rivals in which one (Black) clearly had the upper hand and carried the concept of bullying to previously unexplored heights. On a personal level, that match had a devastating emotional impact on me. By contrast, this Harper vs. Briggs encounter is more like victimization in the psych ward of a penitentiary. Maybe if I had done hard time while living in Louisiana, I could relate.
     As Quinn tortures Jax, his verbal commentary is as memorable as the physical abuse. After making lewd allusions concerning Jax's name, Quinn administers a prolonged chin-lock. Jax's back is bent in half, his feet kick, and the veins in his neck bulge. Quinn studies the agonized expression on Jax's fair countenance.
     "You've got a prettyboy face, don't you?" Quinn observes. "I can see why they'd bring you in here. You got a pretty face..."

     Then Quinn starts stroking Jax's chest. "Look at that," Quinn continues his soliloquy, "may be a little shaven..." At that, Quinn hauls off and delivers an open handed shot to Jax's pecs. Even greater torment registers on Jax's face, and Quinn is visibly delighted. As the pain of the blow sets in, Jax screams and Quinn finally releases the hold with the boast, "I wreck prettyboys."

     "Come on, Jax...I like it when you squirm," Quinn taunts as he pulls down Jax's form-fitting trunks to deliver a humiliating slap. "You talk too much," Quinn remarks in reference to Jax's anguished cries. Therefore Quinn silences Jax with a crotch-to-face head scissors that causes Jax to gasp for air and Quinn to moan in passion.
     With the rookie face-down on the mat, Quinn spends a few moments gazing at one of Jax's bare feet. Briefly, Quinn resembles a foot fetishist preparing to grovel before the studly young dude. Then Quinn snaps out of it and chomps down on Jax's big toe. Jax howls in misery.

     Seconds later, Quinn has Jax on his tiptoes, trying to cope with another excruciating backbreaker. Quinn notices that Jax's pelvis is thrust forward, so he says, "Yeah, pop that sh-- out," before grabbing and squeezing. Not content with inflicting simultaneous pain on Jax's back and groin, Quinn uses his free hand to yank the back of Jax's trunks upward.
     "You didn't see this. I need to come up with a name for this sh--," Quinn continues his vulgar play-by-play commentary as Jax yells nonstop. "That's why I'll call this the Quinn Special. How's that wedgie while I grab it? Did you see that? Can you see that?" Quin rolls Jax over for the benefit of the viewing audience.

     Quinn delivers several more resounding slaps (needless to say, a large percentage of Jax's hot, alabaster bod is already reddened in the earliest stages of this match). Following this segment of pain and shame, Jax is left lying on the mat, given a few seconds respite from Quinn's relentless attack.

     Believe it or not, all of the action described thus far occurs before the 6:24 mark of this 28:27 match. From time to time, Jax manages to exact revenge on Harper (at one point, the young hero uses Harper's own disgusting "maneuver" against him, sending the foul degenerate flopping around on the mat like a fish out of water), but most of the match consists of Quinn trying to break Jax's spirit and Jax steadfastly refusing to be broken. A perfect example of this occurs when Quinn is literally stepping on Jax's throat, demanding that Jax call him "The Mighty Quinn" (a reference to a throw-away ditty about an Eskimo written by Bob Dylan and covered by 1960's British R&B band Manfred Mann). Jax replies, "Never," and finds a way to fight out of the predicament.

     The main theme of this video is the punishment of masculine beauty. There are many UCW fans (and UCW bloggers) who actually "like" Quinn Harper. Young, handsome males like Jax are frequently perceived as having an unfair advantage and are thus targets for jealousy. Less glamorous members of the gay community may desire studs like Jax, but they resent him as well. When a brute like Harper tries to rob Jax of his pride and turn him into a sex object, many in the audience are thrilled.
     Toward the end of this video, Harper nearly gets carried away by his sadistic urges and almost crosses the line into hard core porn. Jax reacts in exactly the manner that Harper deserves. I won't post any spoilers (I don't think a curiosity about wrestlers' won-lost records will motivate most buyers of this video, anyway) but I will say that Jax came through this ordeal intact. Like a typical Aries, Jax retained his optimistic viewpoint and he now considers this match to be "a learning experience."
     Furthermore, in his next UCW appearance, Jax allowed himself to be dragged into a tag team match as Quinn Harper's partner, and the results were extremely gratifying. Today Jax Briggs would be UCW All-Star Champion but for a mere technicality, and that fact has earned Jax a title shot against the federation's paper champion, Eli Black.
     I admire Jax's resiliency. As a matter of fact, after my last blog, Jax had some words of encouragement for me via Facebook.

     Jax Briggs, you're my role model. You're an inspiration, and you're rapidly becoming my favorite UCW wrestler.
     In typical "Ringside at Skull Island" style, Blogger Joe raves about Quinn Harper's "boundless charisma" and snickers about "way-too-cute" wrestlers in his review of this match, which can be pondered here:

Ringside at Skull Island: Predator: From his first day at UCW-Wrestling , Quinn Harper made it clear that he wasn't out to win any popularity c...

     Remember, you can download this match -- #356 -- at the UCW website. Buy it and show your support for Jax (or Quinn, depending on where your loyalties lie).