Tattoos, hardbodies, balls out wrestling… what’s not to appreciate about the latest release from Naked Kombat? It’s an odd set-up this time around, because apparently Trent Diesel keeps figuratively fucking up his opponents.
The first-first round pits Trent against NK mainstay, Patrick Rouge. These two bodies side by side are a work of art. In action, they scramble and scrap ferociously up the point at which Trent drops Patrick hard on the back of his head. Poor Patrick keeps getting knocked out of his matches due to injuries. I’m not sure who he pissed off, but it sure seems like he’s got a target on him for all the NK boys to do some serious damage. If you’re going to get bounced off the mat on your neck, at least it’s at the hands of the gorgeously inked, zero bodyfat bodybeautiful, Trent.
So NK sends in Alex Slater to pick up the action against Trent. In many ways, Alex is the antithesis of Trent. Where Trent is blond and smooth, Alex is dark and hairy. Where Trent’s six-pack abs stand in sharp relief against his sweaty torso (particularly gorgeous at the the end of round 3), Alex is decidedly softer and clearly nowhere near as cardio superfit as his opponent. Moreover, where Trent seems generally unphased by every abuse thrown his way, Alex has a weak spot that quickly surfaces: Alex can’t handle ball and ass abuse. Twice in the trunks-on round with Alex, Trent pounds the hirsute contender’s balls into crying submission. When Trent shoves his fingers up Alex’ ass (with some fine artistic flair), Alex’ grunts and groans instantly rise an octave as panic creeps into his cries of protest. In his post-match debrief, Alex confesses that his strategy was entirely defensive, “just trying to make sure his hands weren’t going to the right place,” (he points at his crotch). Not sure what Alex was thinking NK would be like, but he’s no match for the tattooed, sliced to pieces energizer bunny battler, Trent.
Alex also fails to measure up on one last point. In the trunkless round, both men start hard. Alex is limp within seconds of the action starting, whereas Trent (the paradigmatic grower-not-shower extraordinaire), stays at least semi-hard throughout. My sympathies always lie with the hot and hard stud who finds sweaty, naked grappling sexually arousing. I hope we see more of Trent Diesel.
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