Making a Meal Out of Flash LaCash

Offline demands have left me with an incredibly long cue in my list of homoerotic wrestling matches to see next. I’m coming for for air today, so I’m also binging on some of the wrestling that has been calling my name for the past two weeks.  First up, let me take some time to break down the mystery and sensuality of one of the new crop of releases directed and produced by “King Cameron” Matthews and made available directly through his website. Cameron calls this 30 minute juicy tidbit “Vampire Scene.

Like a side of beef on display at the butcher’s.

The scene opens with a sound track homage to a classic B&W Nosferatu, the video in sepia tone, a mysterious view of a trap door revealed in a wooden floor.  The camera descends the steps into the darkness to find Flash LaCash in tight black trunks, kneepads, boots, and nothing else but his hot porn stash.  He’s chained to an overhead pipe, slowly waking from one nightmare into another.  Enter Ethan “Count Dracula” Axel Andrews (that’s a lot of names!), looking so fucking hungry he could eat a… well, Flash LaCash!  Ethan is always pale (he’s from Wisconsin, isn’t he?), but he looks like he’s been hiding under a rock for a couple of years, alabaster skin contrasting with his black trunks packed in that particular way that Ethan manages like few others.  His face is darkly shadowed, making his well-known visage appear emaciated, haunting, and just that much hungrier.  Flash appears not to know how he got here, what’s happening, who the FUCK this lean, shirtless stud emanating danger is.  A quick punch to the gut from his captor, and Flash pretty quickly begins to get the picture.

This isn’t the vampire’s first dance.  He drags Flash to a nearby coffin and shows what he’s already done to Flash’s friend.  We glimpse a lifeless body in wrestling trunks inside the coffin.  Ethan promises to give the same special treatment to Flash. The pornstash stud is getting seriously freaked out.  When Ethan slams Flash’s handsome face into a corner post of the nearby wrestling ring, the shit starts to get real.

Flash is tanned and pumped, full of life, just ripe for pale, lean Ethan to suck him dry.

The bright lights come on the moment that Ethan tosses his prey into the ring.  The scenario turns decidedly pro wrestling squash, but Ethan’s perennial “dangerousness” keeps the hot vampire narrative on the surface, along with periodic punctuations of blood sucking. He beats the fuck out of terrified Flash, chaining him helplessly into a corner, forcing his legs spreadeagled over the middle ropes, punching, clawing, ripping apart Flash’s meat from the bone.  He lands a crippling kick to the hot stud’s vulnerable balls.  And finally he swoops in to take his first taste of blood from the muscle hunk’s neck.

The vampire drama is wedded nicely to high quality wrestling.

Flash suffers so sweetly, I’ve been sent running to his back catalog to take a closer look at this hot commodity with such a provocative look. He wails and begs with an earnestness that sells the sexy jeopardy.  “Who are you!?” the sputtering stud chokes pleadingly, trying to make sense of the subhuman drama enveloping him. “I”m the person that’s going to make a meal of you!” his tormentor taunts, doing nothing to disturb the thick veil of terrifying mystery that backdrops the full-on muscle bashing drama. Ethan leads the stunning stud around the ring by a collar, humiliating, playing with him like he’s making mountains out of the mashed potatoes on his plate. When Flash starts crawling for the ropes, dragging his hot carcass toward escape, his captor watches him a while, smirking, before swooping in and dragging him back into the pit of despair. Ethan literally gnaws on Flash’s hot, bulging bicep.  Crippling leg locks, ball bashing, rope torture, endless chokes and trampling.  Big, powerful Flash is whittled down, one shaving at a time, as Ethan beats the fight out of his muscles and sucks the blood from his veins with hardcore sadistic pleasure.

Ethan plays with his food.

When Ethan finally drags the muscle stud from the ring, it’s only to truss him up again hanging from a pipe, locking on the leather collar and chains again.  “That’s right, struggle, struggle,” Ethan mutters.  “It’s very much a turn on.” And with that, the credits roll and the subtext of every vampire story ever told climaxes.  The vampire narrative is about sex, about domination, about the terror of being consumed by the physical and psychological dominance of a sexy as hell, completely in charge captor who knows how this story is going to end for you from the start.  Hot wrestling kink married skillfully and conscientiously with a classic melodrama, served up just in time for the month of frights and horrors, tricks and hot, homoerotic wrestling treats.

BTW, my thanks to Cameron Matthews for giving me permission to post these photos and welcoming this review.  Keep an eye on Cameron’s website for more self-produced homoerotic wrestling fare from the margins.  He’s got an eye for telling a story and holding onto the erotic tension in a wrestling match with both hands!

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