What ever happened to Elite Eliot? Before I laid to rest my Twitter account, I think I remember seeing him announce he was retiring from wrestling. Which is a crying shame, because he’s one of the most aesthetically pleasing indy pro wrestlers who dabbled in homoerotic wrestling I’ve ever seen. His pumped muscles, pouty lips, and perfectly proportioned bubble butt somehow never won a BG East year-end Bestie Award, which I’m sure is further evidence that the voting must be rigged. His match against Zip Zarella in front of a live audience at Wrestling with Pride still features on repeat in my short list of super hot wrestling fantasy matches. Fuck, the homoerotic wrestling universe needs to see more of Elite Eliot!

I’m still not exactly sure what happened to him, but it looks like the homoerotic wrestling universe tracked him down to milk more out of the fantasyman (thanks, homoerotic wrestling gods!). In this video available on Chase’s Watchfighters page and Eliot’s (!?), Eliot is sound asleep in his hotel bed when he’s rudely awakened by “room service,” in the the form of Chase Addams, standing there in tighty-whities, insisting that Eliot had ordered up a ball bashing. There’s a lot to this scenario that might defy belief. Like, there’s some confusion over whether the ball bashing service is complimentary, or if Eliot had to pay in advance. Maybe I can buy that room service shows up for this particular perk wearing nothing but underwear. But one thing I refuse to believe… will not accept… will not even entertain for a split second: I just cannot go along with the proposition that Elite Eliot doesn’t sleep in the nude.

In any case, the 14-minute room service-gone-wrong video is about 20% hilarious and 80% crotch-warming hot. Chase is way beefier and Eliot is a tad leaner than I’ve seen either of them before, so at the outset, I’m anticipating this is going to be a mismatch squash. But holy fuck, Eliot may have retired from professional wrestling, but he’s still got the moves! Chase has his way with the sleepy pretty boy while Eliot’s trying to get a handle on this room service/invasion scenario, but once he’s fully awake, Eliot fights back hard!

The action is back and forth, in this delightfully smooth way. Chase is going to town, clawing the fuck out of Eliot’s balls, slapping and punching the pretty boy ruthlessly in classic pro wrestling traps. But classic pro wrestling is Eliot’s first career, so I shouldn’t have been surprised to see him execute counters and deliver some super hot punishment of his own on the relentlessly earnest room service attendant who will not take “no” for an answer. “This is what I call a fucking chargeback,” Eliot snarls (making me suspect career #2 is in retail), as he traps Chase’s left arm in an armbar and lands a solid punch to Chase’s balls once he’s stretched out. Fuck, there are several moments along the way when I’m thinking this story is about Chase biting off way more than he can chew!

But, then again, Chase can chew a fucking big, big, big bite out of Eliot. His ball claws clamped around the pretty boy’s testicles are often what swats the retired indy pro’s rallies back down. With Eliot choking, a couple octaves higher than his speaking voice, Chase unloads his arsenals of joint wrenching, muscle twisting submission holds. “You know, I was just here for a ball bash, but given your attitude, I’m going to throw in this ass-whooping for free,” he explains, twisting Eliot’s arms into a leg nelson and showing off that incredibly lickable, hot torso on the retired pro.

So, there’s a ton of suspense for this brief encounter (pun intended). I don’t know until the bitter end who’s coming out on top, and there’s more than a full helping of surprises in store for both of these top notch wrestlers, too. It’s hotel room wrestling, so the setting dictates the limits of what even highly skilled and innovative wrestlers like these two can execute (though Eliot’s leap off the bed to drill Chase’s balls with a flying elbow is fucking inspired!). The Calvin Klein briefs take me way, way, way back to my adolescence, when everything made me horny… well, okay, maybe not so much has changed. But I swear, Eliot’s ass in those tighty-whities makes my mouth water, and the pretty boy’s clear VPL makes me ACHE to see him dragged out of retirement and back into the BG East ring. This is fun and clever. There’s someone holding the camera, which is absolutely necessary because the action spontaneously rolls all over that trashed hotel room. You can catch a preview here, and Hotel Ball Bash will run you $15.99, but seeing a retired indy pro heel in the wild forced to dust off his pro moves and try to defend his (seriously bulging!) balls against a sadistically super skilled homoerotic heel is pretty fucking priceless!