I’ve got a lot of vested interests in BG East’s Sexy Showdown 21. Bobby Carter is in the mat room, and I love that guy so much. Bobby knows more homoerotic underground wrestling video trivia than anyone else I know, including me (which, humbly, is saying a lot). I’ve enjoyed a dinner comparing notes with Bobby about all things homoerotic wrestling, and he’s a pleasure to know, on top of being a drop dead gorgeous beefcake wrestler. Any match I see him in, he’s my sentimental favorite, and he’s absolutely scorching hot to watch. I was literally on my feet cheering when Bobby claimed the Wrestlefest NYC championship title this past February. It couldn’t have gone to a better guy!

But, wait. Sir Dark is Bobby’s opponent in Sexy Showdown 21, and immediately, I’m bitterly ambivalent. I’ve enjoyed Sir Dark’s videos for quite a while, but it was watching him wrestle in person in 2025 at Wrestlefest Live NYC that turned me into a legit fanatic. He taps into this primal charisma that I just can’t take my eyes off. Okay, sure, my fanaticism was further flamed when I accidentally strayed into his line of fire as he pumped up the audience before his tag team match this past February at the same event, and I got hot, Dark kiss on the lips.

I didn’t see this match up coming, but in the opening minutes, it seems absolutely inevitable that Bobby and Sir Dark would square off like this. There’s no other place that this match could make sense other than the BG East matroom in Boston. And there was just no way that this contest was not going to get wicked competitive and freaky sexy. I happen to know that both of these grapplers legitimately train hard off camera in submission wrestling, and it shows as they go balls to the walls in this tight little back and forth battle. Most of the stakes are on the table early. “Okay, now listen to me,” Sir Dark snaps with that commanding-yet-seductively lyrical Italian accent of his. “I’ll set the rules. You submit to me,” he says, making it sound like a foregone conclusion, “and I’ll take the speedos.” He nods at the tight orange trunks valiantly struggling to contain Bobby’s massive, solid muscle glutes. Not one to back down from trophy taking, Bobby immediately snaps back. “As long as when I make you submit, I get yours!”

Game fucking on! Fuck, these guys go at it with enough skill to do serious damage and a recklessness to make that seem highly probable. Sir Dark is more the aggressor early on, which is totally on brand, but again and again, Bobby sets that come-and-get-me muscle trap like the champ he is. Despite Sir Dark’s sexy flexing and cocky display of physical beauty when they first stepped on the match, there’s just no denying that Bobby’s physique is on another level entirely. Honestly, have you seen this guys’ gargantuan arms and shoulders (and pecs and legs)!? There’s this ever-present danger constantly lurking for Sir Dark with the threat of making one wrong move and finding himself at the mercy of this magnificent muscle god in front of him. And holy fuck, when Bobby clamps those huge quads of his around Sir Dark’s body and starts crushing the air from his opponent’s lungs, the game is over. Dark writhes and bucks desperately underneath him, but with cold calculation and patience, Bobby mounts his opponent and repeatedly throws his rock hard physique down on Mr. Charisma (Sir Charisma?), until Sir Dark passes out cold under an avalanche of muscle. And Bobby, being Bobby, takes advantage of his unconscious opponent by setting Sir Dark up so that the cocky Italian wakes up choking on Bobby’s balls in skull crushing face-to-crotch headscissors. Every fucking bit of that is pure art!

But, holy shit, this is Sir Dark that Bobby is trying to tame! Like I’ve said before, Dark only travels with his pedal to the medal, and the guy’s got no brakes. He wrestles mean and fast in a way that makes you forget that he’s giving away 15 or 20 pounds to his opponent. At one moment, when Bobby is bearing down on him, Sir Dark slides like grease lightning to mount Bobby’s back, and he’s got free rein to do anything he fucking wants at that point. What he wants is to roll Bobby into a rear naked choke and be in absolute control of whether oxygen will, or will not, reach Bobby’s brain. “You will tap now,” Sir Dark announces in this total cocky boss way that would be so over the top if it weren’t for the fact that it’s true. He’s left Bobby with no options but to tap.

My ambivalence, torn between rooting for my buddy Bobby or the charismatic phenom that is Sir Dark finally gives way. The absolute disrespect that Sir Dark pays to Bobby just tweaks my bro code too hard. I mean, yeah, I get that stripping Bobby naked and clawing his meaty pecs and spanking his sensational ass has got to be an adrenaline rush. But Sir Dark absolutely revels in it with totally unnecessary contempt. “Admit it, I’m too good for you,” Dark demands, wrenching Bobby into a camel clutch. “I’m the best, literally, in the world! No one else has got this power, this control… this bitch!” Sir Dark laughs like a Bond villain. “Lick it, Princess,” Dark demands, shoving Bobby’s face in his sweaty armpit and demanding Bobby’s total humiliation. It’s hard not to take it personally when I’m watching my buddy not just rocked, but getting his nose rubbed in it like a naughty puppy.

Honestly, I’ve got no hard feelings by the end of this match. Other things are hard, but not my feelings. The last third of this video is trophy taking that’s just as aggressive as the battle to get to that point. It’s naked and raw and turns into this magnificent, writhing mass of gorgeous muscle, gallons of cocky charisma, and a decisive victory for one of my favorite wrestlers in action right now.