I was nursing a little crush on Mickey Knoxx from before I ever laid eyes on him. I bumped into him on social media, through friends of friends, and saw some of his comments before I’d done my due diligence and tracked down what he looks like. Even then, before he’d taped his first match with BG East, before I’d seen him throwing down on Watchfighters, he was just so effortlessly earnest. He loves wrestling. He loves being a wrestler. And now that he’s wrestled several times for BG East, and on Watchfighters, and been a headliner for the Wrestlefest NYC Live show, and I’ve enjoyed the opportunity to chat with him a little one-on-one, he seems more transparently earnest to me than ever. Mickey always seems up for whatever is about to go down. He perpetually fully expects to have fun no matter how off the rails, brutal, or raunchy things are going to play out. In fact, the more so, the better. So, when Mickey walks out of his hotel bathroom in BG East’s Wrestlefest 5, and he checks out his sensationally hot body suction packed into sensationally hot silver trunks, and he starts trying to plead, cajole, trash talk, and/or intimidate his way into inciting one of his four friends hanging out to wrestle with him, it just rings so true to Mickey. Five hot homoerotic wrestlers hanging out at Wrestlefest… why in the fuck is nobody wrestling Mickey looking as delicious and raring to go as he does!?

There’s an art imitating life imitating art wall of mirrors going on in his match. It’s the fifth installment in BG East’s Wrestlefest series that they’ve been producing for over 30 years now. It ticks off pretty much all of the boxes of the genre that BGE pioneered so magnificently. There’s an intensely hot and sweaty wrestling match that plays out in front of an audience of wrestling peers who cannot restrain themselves from cheering, jeering, and on a few occasions joining in the action. But, this is ALSO a Wrestlefest match in that it was recorded at Wrestlefest NYC this past February. Those cheering, jeering, and interfering wrestling peers on the sidelines in Wrestlefest 5 are all legitimately Wrestlefest NYC attendees. So, the spontaneity of this hotel match has an extra authentic feel to it. So does the exhaustion of several of the wrestlers on the couches who are just too fucking tired for Mickey to provoke into a match (some of these guys wrestled literally several dozens of matches over the course of 4 or 5 days in NYC).

Mickey’s potential opponents lining the walls of the hotel room have all appeared here on this blog within the past year or so. Beau Jordan, Denzel Dixon, Bobby Carter, and Isaac Andrews are all super hot wrestlers in their own right. Bobby has been on fire for a few years now, including starring in two of his own BG East releases also recorded at Wrestlefest NYC. Beau, Denzel, and Isaac all have their own unique brands and styles that I think would be sensational value-added to BG East. But after getting shot down by everyone, Mickey refuses to take no for an answer from Isaac, literally grabbing him by an ankle and dragging the bearded hottie onto the wrestling mats in the center of the hotel room.

All Mickey really has to do to bait the hook is flex his mouthwatering muscles tauntingly at Isaac. One of the wrestler-spectators chirps, “are you going to wrestle, or just show off?” Was that Bobby? Honestly, whoever it was, I need to smack him in the mouth, because I’d enjoy watching Mickey show off his beautiful bod all day long. Isaac can’t resist the gravitational pull to join in the show, peeling off his shirt and showing off his hairy-chested hotness. The wrestlers watching from the sidelines are impressed, but, yeah, egging them on to start the serious action.

Isaac is bigger than Mickey, and he exploits that fact often. It’s about 6 seconds after the first collar and elbow lock-up that Isaac manhandles Mickey to the mat and shoves the pretty boy’s face under his armpit, snapping on an opening dragon sleeper. An OPENING dragon sleeper!? Oh, fuck, Mickey, this isn’t looking good. Although, both of the wrestlers are looking gorgeous as hell. When Mickey’s mesmerizing eyes and pretty face are buried in Isaac’s pit, I’m able to refocus and seriously check out Mickey’s competition. The last time I saw Isaac Andrews, he was the one punching up by picking a fight with Wrestlefest NYC Live Heavyweight Champion, Tarz Lando. He’s bigger now, but he’s still handsome as fuck, with that full beard and with those eyes nearly as hypnotizing as Mickey’s. Isaac’s got that same naughty vibe that I found so irritatingly endearing when he literally bit Tarz in their match. It’s less like Isaac gets off on inflicting pain, and more like he gets off on infuriating an opponent. He’s way less badass bully, and more sneering big brother. With Mickey writhing and wriggling in that dragon sleeper, Issac strokes the pretty boy’s hot muscles and tauntingly pinches Mickey’s nipples, and again, I’m fascinated by this energy. He just wants to make Mickey mad.

And, he succeeds. At one point, Mickey digs himself out of another deficit and comes up cocked and ready with a sucker punch to suck the wind right of Isaac’s sails. Mean Mickey is just fucking delicious for my tastes. He knees Isaac in the gut and shoves the bearded naughty boy into face-to-crotch headscissors. He plays to the audience, flexing for the the boys on the couches in this teasing way that seems to sway the doubters who’ve been jeering him from the start. He puts those luscious muscles to good use, manhandling Isaac into a kneeling surfboard and doing his best to rip the naughty boy’s arms out of their sockets. Mickey fully turns the skeptics into believers wringing an astonished submission out of his opponent, finally redirecting all that sideline chirping to start crashing down on Issac.

“I’m going to fuck you up,” Isaac snarls, coming off a whole lot less naughty and a whole lot more raging bull. So, sure, Isaac was fucking dangerous when he was just playing around. Now that he’s pissed, and his ego has been bruised in front of the rest of the guys, he kicks his aggression into a higher and hotter gear. Fuck, he abuses Mickey relentlessly! Those shiny silver trunks Mickey is so proud of get peeled right off (I’m NOT complaining about the view of Mickey’s ass in a thong, mind you). He let’s the audience members get in some licks, including some gut punches and then shoving Mickey’s trunks down his throat. One of the hottest highlights of this furious hotel match is when Isaac slams Mickey down and traps the pretty boy in standing headscissors with Mickey’s skull hanging over the edge of the bed. Fuck, that’s hot.

The boys must both think so as well, because the intense aggression melds with erotic passion as they start making out mid-punishment. That intoxicating recipe of wrestling domination, and the both of them getting turned on, makes me swoon.

The winner soaks in the lauds of his peers, but the trophy taking hits a sweet spot for me. A post-match private moment in the bathroom ends with these hard wrestling hunks turning all that heat they worked up into sucking face, getting naked, and making out in the shower. Fuck, I am SUCH a major fan of a post match shower!

Welcome to the BG East catalog, Isaac Andrews! I hope we see you bring that mischievously naughty hairy elf hunk energy to many more BG East matches to come. And if Mickey Knoxx’ stunningly sexy ass doesn’t make it onto the Best Butt ballot again this year, I am launching a full-scale investigation… and awarding him my own golden glutes award next time I see him.