Who are you dressing up as for Halloween? I thought long and hard about it, and I decided to shave my head, put on a sneer, and wear ass-kicking boots, blue jeans, a black shirt. That’s right, for Halloween, I’m going as…
…Kid Vicious. Sure, nobody at the party will get it. But in the spirit of Kid Vicious, what the fuck do I care? I’ll just sneer and look threatening. Good times guaranteed. Here are some other homoerotic wrestler inspired Halloween characters you might consider.
Don the fatigues and get ready to get crushed as Corporal John Daniels.Costume requiring least fabric: Tie on a loin cloth, look a little feral, and get ready to rumble as Tarzan Tyler Reese.Feeling like a Super Hero? Go as MDW’s Captain Twink. More a Super Villain? Go as MMK’s Super Heel.Then again, if you’re feeling like a supe, you might dare to don the costume of the deadly Black Spider, or the prey he’s about to suck dry, Blue Lightning.Then again, the superhero homoerotic wrestler field is huge! Try one of the Hard Heroes.Can’t decide which Hard Hero? May I recommend Steven Shannon’s character Omega, spandex ripped off around the crotch and wrists and ankles tied?You could dress as one of the Superstuds: The Capture boys, my favorite being, of course, bare chested Titanium (Lincoln Lode).How about the collegiate superhero look? Like one of the (doomed) hotties in tights from The Academy: Super Studs School.My vote for most inspired homoerotic wrestler-inspired Halloween costume would be the stud who dresses as Joshua Goodman (that’s Mr. Joshua to you!), also known as “The Crotch Monster.”Vying for most-inspired would be Son of Crotch Monster, aka, Pretty Pete Sharp
I keep thinking that I’ve run out of sexy Trees of Woe to feature for my alliterative Wednesday post, but alas and again, another assortment to amuse the aficionado of the application of this hot hold.
Kid Leopard demonstrates woe from multiple angles on hunky, hung, hung-out-to-dry Ken Decker in BG East’s Demolition 4.Dick the Prick has muscle hunk Casey Cutler right where I want him as he grinds waves of woe in BG East’s Ring Wars 3.
The source of endless woe, Brooklyn Bodywrecker digs his elbow deep into trapped Mark Nelson in BG East’s Demolition 3.Jonny Firestorm first holds Zach Zilver suspended by his hair in a ToW, then let’s go, pounding the twink’s head into the mat in BG East’s Demolition 10.Who here wouldn’t trade places with young Patrick Donovan, trussed up so sweetly in a ToW and then finding hot young hunk Brad Rochelle’s muscled ass resting on your face?! It’s in BG East’s Wrestlefest 2!
Am I the only one around here whose blood pumps a little faster when a wrestler yanks on his opponent’s trunks? No, of course I’m not. I bet I’m not even the only one who’s poured over stills of trunk pulling to catch a glimpse of what’s hidden on some of the demure hunks of homoerotic wrestling who otherwise have not (yet) put their junk on display in the ring. So here are some Tuesday Trunk Pulls to give you a little leverage on your work week.
Hottest trunk pull ever? Possibly. Hunky rookie (years later, now Homoerotic Wrestler of the Month) Brad Rochelle is firmly in the control of vicious heel Mikey Vee in BG East’s Fantasymen 17.Aryx Quinn generously gives us just a glimpse of the monster (and his collar) that lurks beneath the trunks of Joshua Goodman (that’s Mr. Joshua to you!) in BG East’s Ring Hunks 1.Before I’d seen Mitch’s full monty, Cole Cassidy’s trunk pull had me apoplectic to see more and more of the gorgeous stud’s topography in BG East’s Ring Wars 15.Jonny Firestorm demonstrates the mastery and beauty of a trunk pull from behind, showing off Austin Raine’s naked ass in BG East’s Wrestlefest 3.Hunky, hairy, dangerous Dark Rogers appears awed by what he unwraps after destroying Jason Ward for stakes in BG East’s Private Bouts 117-120.Come full circle, Dante Rosetti treats Mikey Vee’s insanely gorgeous, muscled ass to a humiliating trunk pull in BG East’s Fantasymen 14.
It’s been years since I sat down and watched an entire mainstream pro wrestling match. The over-the-top corporatization and the steady tilt into homophobic and hypermasculine sub-texts finally lost me. One too many sissy jokes, one too many wrestling producers running for Senate as Republicans, a helping too much homoerotic innuendo laced with intense and fearful rage against male-on-male eroticism. I happily peruse the stills that connoisseurs like Joe and Bruno and SP and Wrestling Arsenal share from their continued attentiveness to the genre, relieved to enjoy the beautiful bodies without having to calculate an investment of my time and energy into so much personal ambivalence. But quite recently I think I may have discovered a way to go back to the early days of my infatuation with mainstream pro wrestling: watch it in Spanish.
100% Luchais apparently an Argentine pro wrestling series. I know about 3 words in Spanish (despite having dated a hunk from the Canary Islands for a short time), so this production could be wildly homophobic and socio-politically even more fucked up than the mainstream pro scene here that turned me off long ago. But the beauty of it all is that I’m none the wiser, either way. I can watch the matches on YouTube and just appreciate the spectacle, the characters, the entrances, the marks hit and missed, the athleticism, the narrative, the climax, the denouement.
Beautiful Ron Doxon is brutally mugged as he hangs in the ropes, all of that hotly muscled physique reduced to a quivering mass of impotence and vulnerability.
I’ve got a few favorites from my initial sampling of 100% Lucha. I think Ron Doxon may own me hardest, though he doesn’t appear to be a serious headliner (at least, there are relatively few matches of his I can find). Even with my ignorance of Spanish I can tell his character is that of a bodyguard-by-day-wrestler-by-night. He’s a little wooden, but sometimes hits his marks so fast that he has to stand around a little and wait for his opponent’s to catch up. He’s drop dead gorgeous, with a beautiful, meaty body. The two things that sell me hardest, though, are that 1) he strips out of his suit every time he climbs into the ring (although the dumbass production typically cuts away when he’s doing it), and 2) he almost always gets that luscious, meaty ass of his absolutely handed to him! Holy shit, the body beautiful, physically dangerous, handsome hunk who’s overcome, handled, and humiliated in front of an audience of screaming fans is a plot that can almost never fail to get my engine revving!
Come on, people! Drag this Fabio wannabe around the ring by those ridiculous locks!!!!
Vicente Viloni appears, by the reaction of the announcer and the crowds, to be the #1 heroic face at 100%. He rides up to ringside on a motorcycle. He wrestles in tights, which is less than satisfying, but he’s got a sweet, pumped, beefy torso that makes my mouth water just a bit. It’s that 80’s glam rock hair that puts me over the top with Vicente, though. All that mane is just asking to get that muscle stud dragged around the ring by his frenetic locks! Sadly, I have not scene this scenario played out in his matches. He appears to lose about as many as he wins, but the smiling, the gear, the coif… it all makes me ache to watch the stud get crushed, brutalized even, as the roaring crowds rise to their feet in gaping, stunned silence to watch their hero destroyed before their eyes.
Ricky Dragone is born to crush!
The final 100% boy that grabs me is Ricky Dragone. Again, not as many available matches of his up, but watching that massive bodybuilder fill the ring with those gargantuan shoulders is golden. I haven’t picked up enough of the context to know what his angle is, but with a name like Ricky Dragone, I’m guessing he’s a face. Which is a shame. Because he’d make an outstanding terminator-esque heel.
100% Lucha’s ring announcer needs to find himself ripped, stripped, and initiated into life in the ring after the bell rings!
Finally, I want to mention my significant crush on 100% Lucha’s tall, dark and handsome announcer. I haven’t understood a word he’s said, but I could watch him shout into that microphone for hours. There’s a missed opportunity as long as no one rips his suit coat and shirt off and drags his gorgeous face into the fray.
I’ve got a hunch that 100% Lucha is no more enlightened or politically palatable than the mainstream wrestling empires in the states. I wouldn’t be surprised in the least to learn that they prey off of xenophobia and insecure masculinity every bit as much as my domestic fare. But unless someone who speaks the language disabuses me of my ignorance, the beauty is I don’t need to know. I can relive some of that adrenaline pump and infatuation that owned me as an adolescent, without any sociopolitical complications to spoil the mood.
There’s a new superhero in town, and he’s Damien Rush! The new “Super Stud,” who accepted the mantle from retiring Super Stud, Kevin, has only about a 7-second cameo in the opening chapter of Muscle Domination Wrestling’s new serial production, Super Men, but it’s a potent 7-seconds. Damien’s awakened by the sound of the alarm calling him to get out of bed and suit up. We see his hot, hairy pecs, and then just a glimpse of his sweet ass before it’s encased in spandex. But Super Stud v. 2.0 must wait for another day, because this introductory chapter to MDW’s Super Men has other fish to fry.
Kevin indulges a drooling fanatic who wants to know more about extraterrestrial, skin tight, muscle hugging leather outfits.
The original Super Stud, now retired, is Kevin. An awestruck and somewhat lustfully admiring ambush journalist catches Kev as he arrives at work one day for some backstory. Kevin explains that he literally passed the mantle to the new Super Stud in order to devote his full attention to his business interests around the world. “I have all your action figures!” the journalist behind the camera gushes like a true fan, “and your outfits!” Kev indulges the drooling fan with a brief, unscheduled interview, remarking on the extraterrestrial origins of his high tech super suit that he’s passed along to the new Super Stud. “Ooooo,” the journalist swoons a little at the description of the skin tight outfit, “that must be special leather! Mmmmmmm….”
Captain Twink momentarily dominates the mind controlling super villain.
Unbeknownst to Kevin, the devilish machinations of super villainy are at that very moment plotting to not only suck him back into the arena of supes, but to pervert his upstanding, straight as an arrow, moral high ground convictions and transform him into a new breed of unstoppable super villain. The masked villain with the plan is cruel and manipulative. He can stop time and bend a mortal’s will with nothing but his super mind. He’s taken another superhero’s girlfriend hostage, and uses her to force muscle bulging Captain Twink to lure Kevin into his trap. Sure, it’s a little complicated, but establishing backstory for an audience craving homoerotic wrestling action is always a thankless task. Trust me.
Super Heel is born.
Unfortunately for the masked villain, his plan goes awry the moment he slips Kevin some alpha-catalyst. Kevin does, indeed, lose control of his power and emerge in a black and silver negative image of his superhero suit. He is, indeed, filled with a lust to destroy all forces of good. However, he isn’t in any mood to share the conquest, and his first crushing blow is delivered to the villain who brought this monster to life in the first place.
Captain Twink did not see this coming!
But the homoerotic wrestling scenario is really all about this new Super Heel practicing the art of destruction on hapless, helpless, lusciously vulnerable muscleman, Captain Twink. Regular fans of MDW will recognize the actor immediately. He’s been bashed and battered over and over by MDW’s stable of heels for seasons on end now. But holy shit in the bathwater, that luscious bubble butt and massive crotch package he’s smuggling have never looked as mouthwatering as when they’re suction-packed inside metallic blue spandex!
Alpha-suped Super Heel flings a hapless Captain Twink from corner to corner with the barest of efforts.
The wrestling is nothing but an unmitigated squash from start to finish. Captain Twink never lays a hand on the Super Heel. Kev instantly makes it his mission to rip the Cap’n’s spandex supersuit from his hot body (thus instantly owning me as a Super Heel fan). The boys sell high impact crushing, stomping, and especially the throwing with considerably more skill than they deliver their lines. Not hating here, just observing that no one, with the possible exception of Damien, is going to be nominated for an Oscar for their performances thus far in Super Men. But this will not be news to the MDW boys, so I’m not too worried about hurting their feelings.
Captain Twink can do nothing but display his gorgeous, spandex encased bulges as Super Heel slowly rips him, and his outfit, to pieces.
What MDW continues to perfect is the wholesale, all-in, ruthlessly earnest sell, and they bring that spirit to Super Men with a vengeance. They have a reason (other than to titillate) for Super Heel to slowly, but surely, rip the spandex off of Captain Twink’s suffering body. And suffering, the Cap’n does! Screams, wails, dips into and out of consciousness, Captain Twink is the epitome of gorgeous, muscled power crushed and made completely impotent. He’s broken, bloodied, and left for dead before Super Heel is quite done, but the final stroke is the Cap’n’s unmasking, with a flexing, crowing, infinitely monologuing Super Heel promising to both kill Captain Twink’s sister and systematically destroy and unmask all of the remaining superheroes left in the world.
Captain Twink conquered and unmasked by the super-maniacal Super Heel.
Kevin and the MDW boys are having some fun, and it shows, and it’s delightful to watch. There’s a promise of a through-story. There’s a full on commitment to a narrative. And there’s rip-n-strip muscle squash wrestling. I’ve long argued for more through-stories in homoerotic wrestling, and I’m pleased as punch to see MDW take up the challenge and bring their sickly creative imaginations to the drawing board. Don’t be too hard on them for production quality or acting chops, because, as far as I know, these aren’t Julliard trained thespians. They’re hunky, handsome, ripped homoerotic wrestlers who like to tickle fans’ sensitive spots, tweak both our kinks and our craving for novelty, and deliver enthusiastically packaged homoerotic wrestling drama.
Super Stud v. 2.0 may be about to wake up to a terrifying nightmare!
Now, when Super Heel starts to peel his vanquished foes’ spandex right off all their bulges, then those awards are going to start pouring in, I promise you!
I harbor a well-known and oft-analyzed infatuation with the hunks of television news. Actually, I don’t think it’s much of a mystery that television news has been sexing things up, including promoting hot hunks of eye candy to be lusted over while ostensibly being informed of world events. A couple of my favorite newsboy crushes came across my desk in the last couple of days, reminding me of some of my fondest homoerotic wrestling fantasies.
Kenneth in 212 shares my infatuation with ABC’s weekend anchor and Abercrombie poster boy, David Muir. Here’s a random shot of Muir’s beautiful, bulging arms, for which I have (and Kenneth provides) zero context, but who the hell cares? Picture those guns locked and loaded around the waist of Carter Evans in a vicious pro wrestling ring battle in my homoerotic wrestling imagination!
Muir also recently had a piece in which he flew to Ethiopia with an eye doctor and granted impoverished, blind Ethiopians a gift beyond their wildest dreams: to open their eyes and have the first thing they’ve ever seen be his smiling, gorgeous face. Fuck, I’m jealous of impoverished, blind Ethiopians!
David shows off more of those naked arms, making weeping Ethiopian post-op children somehow become background for my lustful fantasies. I know, that’s fucking messed up, and I blame the commercialization of network news entirely. Those sick bastards.
Now that you’re remembering the warm feeling that I (perhaps you) get when David Muir wears a deep v-neck, short sleeve t-shirt, let’s up the ante with a more specialized taste in newsboys: my longstanding infatuation with Carter Evans.
Carter recently posted this clip of him surfing, (one of 2) from the point of view of the nose of his surfboard, letting us watch this hot stud get soaked in a wet suit and look smooth as butter working his board.
Baby, look at that ass as he squats low and rides that wave.
And when that motherfucker runs into him mid-ride about halfway through the clip, watch him throw the fucker over the top of the wave without so much as needing to adjust his stance as he just keeps riding. Damn, that boy’s alpha!
If you haven’t been paying attention, scenes like this have inspired appearances from both Muir and Evans in my homoerotic wrestling fiction series, Producer’s Ring, which features an entire subplot devoted to my lustful imaginings of what the increasingly beautiful boys of news could do if homoerotic wrestling ruled the world. In fact, considering Carter’s clear beach proclivities, how unknowingly appropriate it was that I set his first foray into homoerotic wrestling on the beach.
Last Friday’s “Who Wore It Best” poll posed a quandary that I wrestle with daily: Lon Dumontor Kid Karisma? Lon has owned my favorite homoerotic wrestler title for quite some time now, and granting me the opportunity to sit down with him over a massive chunk of chocolate cake and try not to creep him out too much with my fanaticism makes me think his grip on #1 is secure for a while yet. Then again, Kid Karisma’s ass….!?! Well, the decisionpoint for neverland viewers evaluating who wore those unmistakable pink and black trunks best was much more decisive than I am in choosing between which of these two studs turns me on hardest. The vote broke over 63% (60 votes) for Kid K, leaving lucious Lon with 24%. Oh, yeah, that big, hard muscle stud Justin LeBeau accounted for the other 12% or so, but he never came close to being competitive in this vote. So I’ll continue to agonize over the Lon versus Kid Karisma battle for my lustful adorations, but here and now, neverland readers unquestionably tap Kid K as having worn the pink and black best.
Today’s focus on Friday Fashions takes us over to Can-Am. In recent years, a certain collection of N2N bodywear had repeatedly show up in several productions. The appeal is pretty straightforward. The color and cut accentuate the pouch, centering attention on a hunk’s cock as he barrels into homoerotic wrestling action. They come in a variety of color combinations, but today’s fashion poll focus specifically on the orange and black trunks that have graced at least three homoerotic wrestlers than I can find, 2 of whom have the audacity to show up to the same set wearing them! If ever there was a need for a “Who Wore It Best,” clearly these pendulous pumpdaddies are it. So check out the boys below, and decide who you think wore it best by voting in the poll at the bottom of this post.
Poncharelli bulges, his sexy tan lines visible as he barely squeezes into these trunks competing in Can-Am’s Hollywood Fight Club.Patrick Bateman looks pouty as he checks out the jailhouse toilets where he sports the same N2N trunks in fuck-stakes wrestling (at gunpoint, no less) in Can-Am’s Wrestle Bait.Imagine muscle stud Kash Satal’s shock to find someone else already on set of Wrestle Baitwearing the same eye-catching, bulge-sucking, seam-stretching gear! But, who wore it best!?
I’ve already alliterated once today, so I’ll keep Thursday’s Thighs to a minimum. Mostly, I just want to point out what I think is an odd convention of photographing hot homoerotic wrestling hunks with stunningly sexy legs from the knees (or even lower thighs) up. Now I love me hot torsos, no doubt. But the seeming aversion to giving loving photographic attention to the beautiful legs of beautiful wrestlers is just plain wrong! Here are just a few classic stunners flexing their gorgeous thighs, and yet the focus of the camera remains riveted above the waist.
Braden Charron has been making some moves. He’s apparently now taking bookings via the hardest working hunk in homoerotic wrestling, Cameron Matthews. He’s also sported an insanely ripped version of his always gorgeous physique in many of his new releases recently. He’s available at Randy Blue, BG East, Thunder’s Arena, and apparently your home wrestling mat! One of his newest appearances is inThunder’s Arena’s recent Custom Video Series 10 release, doing battle with Mr. Franchise, Big Sexy.
Sexy is as Sexy does.
This is, as far as I can tell, the first time the two of these hunks have wrestled on camera. However, the premise is that Big Sexy spikes Braden’s water bottle in order to get revenge. What’s the revenge for? Having meatier pecs than Big Sexy? Rivaling Big Sexy for most fuckable ass at Thunder’s? The narrative isn’t tight enough to make it clear, but the story charges ahead.
Completely different styles, but two of the sexiest asses on the planet!
The drugged homoerotic wrestling scenario is an interesting phenomenon, I think. Custom 10 makes me think of dozens of old PWP stripperboy wrestling matches that hinge upon one mouthwatering hunk starting to get seriously outmatched, but then turning the tables by pulling out a cloth soaked in chloroform. Is that stuff really that readily available?! I’ve never seeen it at my corner drugstore (so, sure, yeah. I’ve looked.). But then again PWP is Canadian, and they get all the good healthcare up there. Anyhow, as in PWP chloroform matches, Thunder’s Custom 10 seems divided into almost equal halves. The first half features decently competitive muscleboy wrestling between two heavy hitting studs that, together, ooze gallons of sexiness.
Braden does not know which end is up once Big Sexy gets his claws in him.
Braden has not impressed me as ready for prime time when it comes to his wrestling skills. I did get a sweet rush of his potential in his BG East Wrestlefest 3offensive against Dick Rick. It’s short lived, but watching those moments when he cockily dominates the vicious pro heel as Braden’s fan club goes nuts seeing him flex over his bashed opponent gets my blood pumping. In Custom 10, he’s a little faster and considerably more aggressive than I’ve seen him before. Big Sexy, who possesses possibly the perfect wrestling arsenal combined with knee-quivering sexiness works over the muscleboy in the early moments, almost instantly peeling Braden’s tank top off (not a moment too soon). He lifts him, carries, him, and slams him to the mat. When Braden tries to counter with a full nelson, no shit, he physically cannot manage to wrap his musclebound arms around the mile-wide shoulders of Big Sexy. So much fucking muscle!
Braden is learning how to leverage all those muscles just right for homoerotic wrestling!
However, Braden delightfully, and convincingly, starts to make it a competition. In fact, Braden takes my breath away just a tad when he abruptly lifts the Sexy One up over one shoulder and rips Big Sexy’s baggy trunks off his legs in mid-air (not a moment too soon). Big Sexy being carried and stripped to his very brief trunks is a sight for sore eyes! I’ve gone on the record repeatedly as deeply infatuated with the extremely hot, hard glutes of Big Sexy. His ass is not the roundest, not the meatiest, but it is astonishingly gorgeous in it’s obvious utility. He’s crafted those glutes from absolute ages of training and wrestling, leaving him with a shelf that you could set your beer can on while you take a lap around his illustrated physique. Mere moments later, Big Sexy pulls off the same over-the-shoulder carry-and-strip maneuver on Braden (not a moment too soon), revealing what has got to be one of the roundest, meatiest, aesthetically mind-blowing asses on the planet! I know, because I’ve checked, that Braden has not always been in possession of glutes as insanely developed as these.
Braden force feeds the Sexy One.
Braden applies all of that stunning muscle just right, absolutely crushing Big Sexy’s face against one of those mountainous slabs of granite he calls his pecs lately. The muscleboy nearly rips Sexy’s arm off at the shoulder in a hammerlock that makes Big Sexy’s voice lift 20 decibels and an octave and a half, giving away the first submission. That’s right. Braden gets the first submission on Big Sexy, and I’m buying every second.
Braden’s got the muscle to rip that massive arm right off at the shoulder!
To celebrate, Braden downs the last half of his spiked water bottle, and slowly, unfairly, underhandedly, it all goes south for the muscleboy. Big Sexy’s bearhug on the increasingly disoriented stud is just so fucking intimate and intense! Muscles locked against muscles. Braden is lifted off his feet, hanging there, his knees digging into Sexy’s hips as he groans and gasps, struggling to endure the agony. Moments later, growing more and more groggy, Braden finds his face trapped nice and tight high between Big Sexy’s thighs in still another intimate moment, this time a mouthwatering face-to-crotch headscissors. And here’s where Big Sexy really shines in my eyes. He looks over his shoulder at the camera, gauges the angle, and drags Braden’s muscled body, head trapped between Sexy’s thighs, across the mat to provide the perfect, unobstructed view of Braden’s nose shoved up underneath Big Sexy’s balls.
Braden is nearly unconscious on his feet, but Big Sexy just keeps pounding away at that work of art he calls a physique.
Suddenly, there are three of us in this mat room. Big Sexy. Braden. And the customizer who gave Thunder’s the concept for this video. Big Sexy returns every so often to gaze into the camera, wagging his eyebrows, wordlessly asking if he’s fucked up this muscleboy enough yet. He hoists the stud up in his arms, hanging helplessly across his chest, and bashes Braden’s back into the cinderblock wall repeatedly. Braden sells like Wall Street trader, both filled with rage at his humiliating domination, and shock to realize that all of those mountains of muscle just aren’t obeying his commands.
There’s no way to put it other than that Big Sexy has his way with Braden. He pries him apart, flings him to the mat, dragging him back up again and tosses the side of beef around some more. Braden is all-but-out, when the Sexy One ties his wrists together behind his back before rousing the stud, dragging him to his feet, and gut punching him some more. Braden can’t protest. So much power, so much beauty, and he’s turning to mush in Big Sexy’s machinations. There’s a sexy 3-count pin, but who’s counting? Braden is hoisted back up into a Big Sexy bearhug, where he passes out hanging in his opponent’s crushing arms. A nasty slam to the mat rouses the muscleboy, barely.
A short trip.
Big Sexy sleepers the beefcake back out old (it’s a short journey, drugged as he is). Braden finally goes slack in his arms. Big sexy poses over top of his hot body, with Braden flat on his stomach and those stunning globes of glutes lying there, slack, so vulnerably. I’m not sure why Big Sexy duct tapes his unconscious opponent’s wrists behind his back before he flexes his sweat-soaked body, making an “I’m here to please” look at the camera. He wipes the Big Sexy sweat off his face and flicks it onto Braden’s sleeping body with contempt.
Someone’s got a sick, sick imagination to have ordered up this muscle mugging of a match. And I, for one, take my hat off to them. Well played, sir. Well played.
Sure, “hump day” has a nice ring to it, but I know I’m not alone in enjoying taking time out in the middle of the week to appreciate the fine art that is a Tree of Woe. The ToW portrays such vulnerability, such anticipation, capturing so much back story and foreshadowing impending doom on the horizon…. just like most Wednesdays in my life. Here are a few choice ToW’s to put the torture of Wednesday into homoerotic wrestling perspective.
New Pro Wrestling’s hunky Viper gets hung out to dry in a ToW in Irish Lads of the Ring 4.BG East’s Cole Cassidy digs that elbow deep into the throbbing, massive bulge of sweaty, suffering stud Derek Da Silva in Cole’s Wrestler Spotlight.Cocky goldenboy Austin Cooper strings lean fighting machine Eli Black up and uses him as a punching bag at Rock Hard Wrestling.Austin seems to have a taste for making an opponent suffer in a ToW, because he does it yet again to bodybuilder beauty Lucas (aptly named) Payne at Rock Hard Wrestling.But Austin learns that Karma’s a bitch when new hardbodied hottie Trent Novak dishes out a heaping helping of what Austin’s been serving to everyone else at Rock Hard Wrestling.Ken Mason learns what’s worse than being stuck between a rock (Kid Leopard) and a hard place (Kid Vicious): being stuck there in a ToW in BG East’s Tag Team Torture 1.BG East’s Kid Vicious has absolutely everything singlehandedly in hand when it comes to exploiting the vulnerable muscles of Jeff Jordan in a ToW in Demolition 2.Rio Garza forcibly puts the breaks on the vicious heel tactics of Jobe Zander with an unapologetic crotch crushing ToW in Can-Am’s Rio’s Revenge.Perhaps the very definition of a babyface beatdown, BG East’s Joe Mazetti kicks the crap out of an achingly young and beautiful Brad Rochelle in Hunkbash 6.Did a Tree of Woe ever turn out so right as when painfully pretty Troy Baker defied the law and snapped those golden thighs around the head of The Sheriff in BG East’s Ringwars 8?!
Sidelineland 