Kid Leopard stands in the center of the ring, wearing trunks, a sleeveless t-shirt, and a towel wrapped around his neck. “All right, look,” he says, “I just want to make sure we’ve got the terms straight here, so there’s no confusion. The deal is that the loser does whatever the winner says. Am I right?” The voice behind the camera confirms it. “Okay,” Kid Leopard continues to clarify, “so that means that each time – I’m not talking about the whole match – we’re talking about each time that I make this pretty boy submit that he’s got to do whatever I tell him to do?”
The voice behind the camera agrees, “That’s correct. But on the other hand, he may make you submit.” Kid Leopard smiles broadly. “That’s what I like about you, BG,” he replies. “Hope springs eternal. You haven’t found a guy to do that yet, and it sure ain’t going to be this pretty boy.”
This is a fantastic start to the extremely hot second match on X-Fights 2. This is a classic wrestling kink clinic. Kid Leopard is cocky as hell, horny as hell, and hell-bent on getting off on dominating, destroying, and owning the gorgeous Latino hunk, Chris Stone. This match has the seeds of multiple genre sub-themes that have become classic in homoerotic wrestling. There’s a gear-fetish angle. There’s S&M. There’s hunkbashing. Seven excruciatingly hot submissions would be enough to make my head swim, but it’s what occurs after the submissions that makes this match gaspingly erotic.
After a figure-4 leglock variation makes Chris submit for fall #1, KL maintains the hold long enough to stroke Chris’ truly major league ass. “Now it’s your turn to entertain me,” KL explains. “Now take something out of that bag and put it on… and entertain me.” Chris pulls out classic period-piece shredded, acid washed jeans from his gym bag in the corner. KL insists that the young stud take off his posing trunks first, giving us our first of many shots of Chris’ stunning naked ass and gorgeous tan lines, which has to be acknowledged as the award-caliber supporting role in this drama (right behind leading man, KL).
Fall #2 is the culmination of an incredible wrestling clinic. Bearhug transitions to over-the-knee backbreaker to full nelson to headlock to hangman. The bronze Latino is bewildered and beaten, suffering sweetly until he can’t take it any longer and cries out his second submission. KL peels the jeans off of his opponent, leaving him naked, sweaty, and pouting on his back in the middle of the ring. “Show me something pretty,” KL insists as he instructs Chris to change gear again. A pink thong can barely contain the beautiful young muscleboy, who stretches it to its limit when he’s caught in a Boston Crab and submits a third time. KL doesn’t let go until he’s indulgently stroked his opponent’s ass crack and grabbed his balls. KL’s treat for himself for this fall is to squeeze out a 4th submission, after which he forcefully embraces the battered hunk, kissing him passionately. This is the point at which Chris is done with the match. He sighs in resignation like a puppy put on his back. He’s ready to obey the better man. He’s done. But KL is far from done.
A ball-clawing rack makes the hopeless hunk scream submission #5. Ripping off the pink thong, KL demands submission #6 in a naked figure-4 leglock. KL demands Chris stroke himself before he’ll release him from the torturous hold. “Let’s see you suffer, pretty boy…” KL mutters to himself. “Entertain me…” he says, watching the pain on his opponent’s face, examining Chris’ tense, rippled torso, fascinated to watch Chris stroke his thick cock in humiliating obedience. Another leglock forces lucky number 7 from Chris Stone, for which KL climbs on his opponent’s back and manages an impassioned hands free frot orgasm between Chris’ stunning ass cheeks.
This is pretty nearly my definition of homoerotic wrestling. I know many of you don’t care for a squash, but this match is never about the drama of competition (though Chris manages some respectable reversals very early on in this bout). This works as fine art, telling the fantastic tale of domination and ownership, with a master storyteller entertaining himself, and us, with the humiliating destruction of a stunning bronze hunk. It just about doesn’t get much better than this for me.
Sidelineland 
Interesting post as always, Bard. One of the most appealing things about Kid Leopard wasn't just his ability to execute holds–after all, pretty much anyone with a pulse can be taught how to pull off a Boston Crab–but the way he did it. And when I say "way," I don't just mean the literal physical execution, I mean the context itself. Like you pointed out, it wasn't just that Leopard worked well; it was that he seemed to be getting off on it. His persona was never, "I'm here to win," or even, "I think I'm hot stuff and it pisses me off that you'd dare to wrestle me." It was, "I love doing this, dominating, making people submit, beg, respect my ability. And if the other guy is a proverbial prettyboy, well, I'll enjoy working that hot body all the more…"Thus the irony of my post: I think that's a perspective that's as fundamentally grounded in "gay" wrestling as any, yet I also think it's the one angle that simply never happens at BG East anymore. I mean, you're quite well versed on BGE's product line: of the wrestlers who are portrayed as "heels," can you name one who as a part of his character seems to want to beat up the latest hottie du jour? When was the last time you saw a video where the "heel" said anything along the lines of "I've been waiting for this." Hell, when was the last time you ever heard a so-called "heel" at BG East even acknowledge that he even noticed the guy standing across the ring happened to be hot or even vaguely in shape? It doesn't matter if that guy is ripped to shreds and stunningly handsome. In fact, the more blatantly obvious the "victim's" good looks, the less fanfare seems to go into the verbal warfare.I say all of this as reference to a previous post or two. I think this is the reason there seems to be so much discontent or disconnect toward the latest wrestling hotties. I don't care how hot a guy is or even how many fitness magazine layouts he's had. The moment he steps into the ring and the guy about to work him over comes off as bored or unimpressed, he loses appeal. I think that's what happened to Rio Garza and Alexi Adamov before him. And I think the opposite portrayal, is why prior generation wrestlers like Brad Rochelle and Troy Baker still seem to be popular: they weren't just hot, they were portrayed as so hot that any wrestler, straight, gay, psychotic or sane, just couldn't wait to tear into them.
Josh – I agree with you in that I'd love to see a lot more of this story. It isn't the only story I like to see (by all means, I'm not always in the mood for just an X-fight, for example), but more of it in new releases would please me. I do think that there are more recent matches and wrestlers who give credit to the hot hunks in front of them. I think there are multiple homoerotic texts to be written, including the story of the heel who dismisses the obvious beauty in front of him in order to "put him in his place," and works over the domination and humiliation until in the end he owns the hunk and is clearly turned on by him. Other's have also commented that seeing a wrestler turned on by his competition is an essential element, in one form or another, of a fully satisfying match. As far as that goes, like I said, I'd love to see more.
Good post, Bard, and Josh's comment brings a lot of insight to the question of what exactly makes wrestling "gay"–and I'm inclined to agree that a GREAT part of the mix has to be the acknowledgment of the adversaries' attractiveness and the joy of popping some of that good stuff open for oneself.
As someone who mostly only has access to professional wrestling and his own imagination, this post was HUGELY appreciated!