Hey, it’s been a while! The work that pays my bills has been inconveniently interfering with the labor of love that is me posting my take on fresh hot wrestling. And, not going to lie, the world has just been a lot to take lately. Now that the solicitations to save the world by donating to a political campaign are starting to taper off, and I’m pulling out all of the maladaptive coping strategies to deal with unwelcome world news that I go to when feeling under siege, I’ve got a little window of time and mental bandwidth to indulge myself in wrestling.

I bumped into a BGE wrestling celeb on Instagram a while ago. Marcelo Muscle was turning up the heat at BGE something like 20 years ago. Smolderingly handsome, gorgeous and lean, fit body, sultry sexy accent. Marcelo beating the FUCK out of the rock hard abs of Joshua Goodman (that’s Mr. Joshua to you!) as he cranked on headscissors in the wrestle shack was fucking magic. So, bumping into him these 20 years later on IG and seeing he has a WatchFighters channel was a little too good to pass up. He’s got quite a few videos on his channel, and holy fuck, he looks even better than he did back in the day!

I feel the need to reiterate: Marcelo looks fucking HOT. Age looks different on different people, of course, but FUCK he’s been using those years to put on gorgeous muscle mass. And fuck, he’s handsome. His opponent in the match Muscles77 vs. The Bull is a pretty stunning contrast with Marcelo’s dazzling beauty. First of all, The Bull wears a mask. It’s an ill fitting mask that he spends a lot of time having to adjust. The backstory I fill in is that The Bull is too intimidated by the aesthetic perfection of Muscles77 to show his face on camera with him (<– just to clarify, I’m making that up). Honestly, though, what I can see of the The Bull, he’s fucking HUGE. There’s nothing “pretty” about him in the way that I have to say Muscles77 is jaw-droppingly pretty. The Bull has more a rock hard and huge longshoreman’s working body to Marcelo’s touched-by-divinity bodybuilder physique. And, honestly, that’s hot chemistry from the get-go for me.

I like that they appear to enjoy each other’s bods, too. This isn’t an overtly erotic wrestling match, but the opening mutual muscle worship makes everything that comes afterward a least 5 degrees hotter. I’m sucked into the story because, yeah, I’d enjoy getting my hands on both of those sets of smoking hot muscles, too.

The wrestling is intense, more intense than I expect from a match playing out on a mattress on the floor. The Bull is nothing short of an avalanche crashing down on Muscles77 over and over again. He’s just too fucking huge for Marcelo to maneuver out from underneath most of the time. There’s a hot nasty bully element to it, as the masked behemoth keeps manhandling the devastatingly handsome bodybuilder. He has this way of pinning Muscles77 down and just planting a hand or a forearm on the side of Muscles77’s face and just crushing his skull. Fuck, I sort of suspect that’s not a legit offensive move in combat sports, but, no shit, I totally buy it when Muscles77 squirms and flexes and struggles futilely, only to submit to nothing but 250 pounds of concentrated muscle threatening to crush that pretty face.

That said, I have this lingering feeling throughout the entire 11 minutes of this match that Muscles77 could, just possibly, be on the brink of opening up a serious can of whoop ass on The Bull. For one thing, Muscles77 takes a fucking ton of punishment before he submits. It has this intensely spontaneous shoot feel to it, though I’m pretty sure it’s not entirely unscripted. But, legitimately, Muscles77 is just a tough, hardbodied hunk who can weather a lot of brute force punishment. And every so often there are these flashes of offense from him that feel like Muscles77 is split seconds away from pulling out some legitimate BJJ brutality that might cut through The Bull’s crashing avalanche like a hot knife through butter. The last few minutes of the match give a glimpse of something other than the “squash match” the video is billed as. Muscles77 wrings a couple of submissions out of The Bull, and it feels like there could be more where that came from. But The Bull sleepers him out and indulges in some hot victorious trophy flexing in the end.

Taking a few steps back, I have just a few additional takeaways. For one, how have I not had Uruguay on my bucket list of homoerotic global destinations? Fuck, if this is what’s going down in Uruguay, I need to buy me ticket for South America! Second, this match is a sweet low-budget and high quality product. Great HD camera work with a cameraman who’s GOT to be in on the secret that hardbodied hunk wrestling is hot as hell. I’d like to buy The Bull a more functional wrestling mask for his next go round, and I’d like to buy Marcelo Muscle aka Muscles77 a drink or two (or four) if it means I can cop a feel of those huge pecs… and peaked biceps… and HOT hairy legs…