Not all homoerotic wrestling videos have equally abundant measures of the ingredients that I look for. Sometimes the boys are wicked pretty, but can’t wrestle for shit. Sometimes they’ve got legit pro wrestling skills, but absolutely zero personality. Sometimes opponent’s just don’t seem to click, like I’m not really convinced that either of them really care about who’s going to win and who’s going to lose. Truth be told, I sometimes key off on a match that I think is objectively lacking in something that would have made it just that much hotter. I don’t typically review matches or wrestlers that I objectively just don’t like (anymore… 10 years ago or so I did some take-downish reviews, but didn’t enjoy writing them). But then again, sometimes every fucking thing falls into place, and a match grabs me hard from start to finish.

Florida Fights 11 is one of those matches where all the stars align. Separately, Lobo Gris and Zach Ramos are on my short list of current favorites to check out anytime they’ve got new releases. They’re both fucking hot to look at at, in different ways. Lobo is hairy and handsome and just looks like a classic babyface hunk from a mid-80’s pro wrestling ring. Zach gives me porn star vibes, but like a promising porn star who likes it too rough for conventional porn. His long, curly locks and sinister Van Dyke make him look like no other homoerotic wrestling obsession on my short list, and his luxuriously thick pecs make my mouth water. These boys have got the looks in still frame that instantly grab my attention and turn me on.

They’ve both got sweetly compelling personalities in the ring, too. I’ve only seen Zach in a couple of matches, but he sells this rough and raw rookie bruiser vibe beautifully. There’s nothing “inevitable” about him in either direction. He can be sloppy and get rocked hard, and he sells it so hard it makes me gasp. But he can also convincingly muscle his way into the driver’s seat, and I swear to the homoerotic wrestling gods, he fucking LOVES making an opponent suffer. He’s got this great mix of competitive and erotic notes that’s seamless and so fucking sexy. Zach is hungry to dominate, and he always looks like he’s picturing, with delight, what his battered opponent will look like with Zach’s cock up his ass.

Lobo’s personality (at BG East) is wicked smart and sincere. He has an earnest angle to him that I think puts him squarely in the babyface box for me, but he effortlessly slips across the line from competitive to just plain fucking mean and back again. Lobo always makes me laugh, because he just nails these rich moments in a match with effortlessly on-point commentary. I just keep coming back to the word “smart” for Lobo. He wrestles smart. He has a fully-present, smart mouth that can point out the over-the-top truth of a homoerotic wrestling match without breaking character. He’s smart enough to outmaneuver most of his opponents most of the time, and he’s smart enough to acknowledge when he’s been beaten.

Honestly, there’s so much that could work about pitting these two against each other than it almost made me worry it wouldn’t work. But fuck, it does. The chemistry is perfect. Hard-working Lobo is full of snark and contempt for Zach’s half-assed excuses for being late for their match. Zach is messy and all blunt-force offense, that’s quickly neutralized and taught a scolding lesson in humility by his seasoned, internationally renowned, top shelf opponent.

“Come on, big boy,” Lobo says with a sneer as he drags the snarling beefcake up off the mat by a fistful of shaggy hair. Lobo fucking pounds the shit out of him in the early days, scoop slamming big Zach hard, again and again. Like the calculating pro he is, Lobo picks the big boy apart in the corners with shoulder blocks and forearm smashes. Zach’s unblinking faith in his unpolished brute force gets him nothing but hoisted over Lobo’s shoulder in a fireman’s carry and paraded around the ring, with that succulent ass of his spanked like the naughty, naughty boy he is. I think Zach could well be on his way to the most humiliating squash of his BG East career, when he’s crawling up Lobo’s hot, hairy body, only to find himself locked up helplessly in a full nelson and rag-dolled hard. “Where’s all that strength and cockiness,” Lobo demands to know, because it’s what we’re all asking at that moment.

Spoiler alert (sort of?), this is NOT a squash, and Zach most definitely does not take a lopsided humiliation from Lobo. Just like Lobo does what Lobo does with his devastatingly calculated and practiced pro take down, Zach does that he does with sheer force of will and audacity. He lifts Lobo high to drive him over and over hard into the mat and knock some of that momentum right out of him. Then he climbs on top of Lobo, pinning the hairy hunk’s wrists over his head and immediately grinding their crotches together so seductively I honestly can’t imagine even the straightest of straight boys failing to get turned on by it. “You’re not looking bad,” Zach taunts with faint praise. “Look at you. You like being underneath me!”

This is a delightfully suspenseful back and forth match. The action is harsh and fierce, and the boys have entirely believably big egos that both take a bruising. Lobo leads the way with his sexy-as-fuck brutal wrestling offense. Zach leads the way with his brutally stymieing erotic beatdown. With masterful storytelling, they end up meeting in the middle. Zach elevates his wrestling and gets just a little more fiercely focused. Lobo chuckles when he has to admit that he’s not even sure he wants to escape from some of Zach’s more provocative holds. The boys start to steal kisses, and damn it all if they don’t look so fucking hungry for it! “That’s what you came here for, isn’t it?,” Zach demands, when he’s sprawled over top of Lobo and grinding his crotch in the handsome hunk’s face. Lobo’s erection tenting his trunks is answer enough.

I was surprised by the final fall and who climbs out of the ring as the undisputed victor, and, fuck, I LOVE being surprised. The loser is marched out of the ring with a slap on his ass and a promise of a post-match tandem shower to celebrate such a hot, hot, HOT match. Incredible wrestlers, incredible chemistry, and incredibly hot wrestling drama from start to finish. Fuck. I just want to see how things go down in the shower, now!