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Making a Meal Out of Flash LaCash

October 1, 2014 wrestlebardLeave a comment

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.”

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.

flash4 — 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.

flash3 — 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.

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!

Winning Assets

September 18, 2014August 13, 2015 wrestlebard4 Comments

kk8 — Reigning Homoerotic Wrestler of the Month & overall Favorite Homoerotic Wrestler Kid Karisma.

When the stars align and my homoerotic wrestler of the month is also my reigning favorite homoerotic wrestling overall, it’s time to sit back and appreciate what makes a particular hunk so dominant in my affections. There are a lot of stunning attributes to Kid Karisma, many of which I don’t mention nearly enough. Those glacial blue eyes are riveting. There are not nearly enough hot, hunky gingers populating homoerotic wrestling, so again, Kid K fills a necessary role in what turns me on. And he suggested in my interview with him a while back that he’s actually particularly proud of his mammoth horseshoe triceps. But let’s face it, there will never be enough said, nor enough photographic studies done to exhaust the wonder that is his stunning ass. So, again I say, let’s face it…

kk7 — Stunningly sexy and sweaty in a perfectly fit jock strap in Gear Wars 1.

kk6 — Skip Vance enthusiastically studies the front end as we get a breathtaking shot of that award winning backend, flexed and fantastic in Matmen 23.

kk5 — Functional strength is one of the lesser appreciated aspects of these incredibly built glutes, but Kid Karisma made full use of that power in his Spotlight match against Pete Sharp.

kk4 — He inaugurated the Forced to Flex series by doing exactly that to Brad Barnes, but check out the flex of those glutes as he hangs the sweaty bodybuilder out to dry in a bearhug.

kk3 — Another double pleasure shot, treating Blaine Janus to a close up inspection of his crotch while giving the rest of us another long, lingering look at that perfectly shaped derriere in Gazebo Grapplers 16.

kk2 — Perhaps those muscles are never so blindingly hot as when Kid K is writhing in a pool of his own sweat in the middle of the ring, which is exactly where massive mountain Dev Michaels left him in Kid K’s Wrestler Spotlight match.

The Undagear 22 match that earned him this month’s HWOTM title, Kid K definitely bared it all in the end, but every step along the way was a feast for butt lovers. Ray Naylor not only got his hands on those two slices of heaven, he managed to momentarily turn that moneymaker into a couple of quivering, vulnerable mounds of exquisite beauty and power tamed… briefly.

High Drama

September 17, 2014 wrestlebardLeave a comment

Morgan Cruise is “looking for someone who can entertain both physically and erotically” in Muscle Domination Wrestling’s new release Gladiators. I instantly find myself irritated that the seductive tease of Damien Rush in a toga is window dressing. Handsome stud Damien isn’t a combatant in this wrestle-erotic melodrama, damn it. I forgive MDW, however, when I learn that masked Morgan’s co-star is none other than salt-and-pepper stud puppy Matt Thrasher who so captured my imagination in MDW’s last catalog release (and I mean RELEASE), Daddy’s Home.

vlcsnap-2014-09-12-16h45m39s127 — Damien Rush has “treated and trained” his wares in precisely the physical and erotic arts that Morgan is looking for.

Mysterious Morgan is, in this ancient Roman period piece, in the market to buy a slave with skills both in physical combat and erotic pleasure. Holy shit, I was born in the wrong era. Damien’s brief role is as a purveyor of precisely the sort of man meat that Morgan is in the market to purchase. At least Damien swears he has “treated and trained” his slaves in precisely the science and arts that masked Morgan is looking for, namely deadly combat and erotic pleasure. Now that’s a training school I’d like to enroll in!

vlcsnap-2014-09-12-16h57m03s41 — All hail the champion of the Colosseum, Marcus!

Enter “Marcus,” the barely clad gladiator who instantly catches Morgan’s eye. Jumpin’ Jupiter, Matt Thrasher is a fine, fine looking man! Morgan clearly agrees with me. “I saw what you did in the arena today,” Morgan says, licking his lips and examining Matt from head to toe. Slapping his meaty right pec, Morgan concludes, “I think this package might work.” Morgan commands “Marcus” to flex his mammoth biceps for him. Obediently, the arena gladiator obeys, more than a little pride in his face as he shows off for his appreciative new owner. “Nice,” masked Morgan mutters hungrily, palming the softball-sized biceps of his high quality property.

vlcsnap-2014-09-12-16h58m42s21 — Morgan sizes up his new acquisition.

Morgan explains that he has purchased Marcus for the week to give as a present to the emperor, to float Morgan’s stock higher in the esteem and political machinations of the hardcore, conniving, flattering, favors-for-hire world of decadent ~~modern day US~~ ancient Rome. You can just about see Marcus’ ego swelling, but sneering Morgan has to break the news to him that “you weren’t all that expensive.” The gladiator’s inflated ego is bruised around the edges. His pride flinches defensively. He’s irritated, both at the news and it’s deliverer. Morgan’s sliding seductively underneath the skin of the hero of the Colosseum. Marcus refuses to accept either his low stock price or his subservient position to his new owner. “At the end of the day,” Morgan announces, hands on hips, “you’re going to have to remember that I’m the master, and you’re the slave.” They butt pecs, Marcus staring down from his height advantage into the eyes of his young deed holder. “I don’t think so,” the big stud mutters defiantly.

vlcsnap-2014-09-12-16h59m50s201 — The gladiator has an ego proportionate to his bulging muscles.

Morgan commands the gladiator to strip out of his leather cock cover. Marcus refuses. Morgan doesn’t exactly appear displeased when he announces, “I’m going to have to show you you’re fucking place.” Erotically charged combat ensues, with the physically superior and arena-honed gladiator finding his hands more than full with the deceptively dangerous masked nobleman.

vlcsnap-2014-09-17-09h51m21s199 — Now who’s the master!?

The pretense of Gladiator could turn some away. The backstory, the costumes, the slowly revealed backstory and subterfuges are considerably more involved than typical homoerotic wrestling fare. But I have to say that what could appear as pretentious completely sucks me in. I’m always provoked most by the homoerotic wrestling matches than have a context, that tell a story. That’s why I’m so often rattling my cage for a tournament, or a lovers’ tag team, or more through story tracking the adventures/misadventures of my favorite wrestlers across matches. MDW has been working harder than most to invest in the drama and take seriously the context, giving us a lot of options that move well beyond just having two barely clad hunks climb into a ring and wordlessly go at it. It takes imagination to suspend disbelief sufficiently to really immerse ourselves in the ritual of two hot studs battering each other in a wrestling ring. I’m happy and aroused to see MDW digging deeper into their own range and my imagination to construct a compelling, very hot scenario beyond just hottie Morgan Cruise and hottie Matt Thrasher throwing some wrestling moves together and then calling it a day.

vlcsnap-2014-09-17-10h11m37s140 — Matt Thrasher is big and beautiful all over!

The drama in Gladiator appeals to me on many levels. I hold a special place for contrasts, such as Matt towering over his shorter opponent, of Morgan mysteriously masked in front of his raw, naked, handsome conquest. I particularly enjoy an age differential, particularly the way it’s stacked up in this scene with more mature musclestud Matt being physically bigger and more experienced than his upperclass tamer. There are hills and valleys in the plot that make the destination just a little mysterious, making Gladiator something far from a phoned-in, contextless homoerotic wrestling feature.

vlcsnap-2014-09-17-10h13m45s154 — Master Morgan begins to take full possession.

Dastardly Morgan overcomes the gladiator’s superior strength with a full on ball claw that drops the warrior to the mat. Matt becomes more compliant once he’s been stripped, his thick, meaty cock already flying at half mast. The flag runs all the way up the pole within seconds of the master giving Matt’s cock the appreciative attention is so richly deserves. Morgan strokes and squeezes it. “Look at that,” Morgan coos, “looks like our gladiator is fucking pretty impressive!” That’s right, Matt crows proudly, refueling his mojo with Morgan’s obvious appreciation.

vlcsnap-2014-09-17-10h16m13s95 — Vertical head scissors with a cock claw chaser. Even when he’s on the bottom, Morgan’s on top!

MDW walks a fine line in Gladiator between their strictly domination fare and the wrestling that I particularly enjoy. The psychological drama places this squarely in their muscle domination catalog, but there’s enough classic wrestling involved to keep me on board. A test of strength, an OTK backbreaker with a cock claw topper, pec punching, bearhug, ass slapping body scissors… the recipe is complex enough to appeal to my palate, even after Matt loses all pretense that he doesn’t want to be conquered and fucked by his sexy new owner.

vlcsnap-2014-09-17-10h16m23s175 — Morgan starts playing Matt’s hotly muscled body like a maestro.

Morgan plays Matt’s body like a concert cellist, stroking and strumming and plucking the big, handsome hunk into a quivering mass of muscled submission. Working Matt’s nipples furiously from behind, forcing him to kiss his biceps, Morgan positions the bearded gladiator just right for us to watch Matt melt into nothing but a raging hard on getting stroked slowly, suspense rising harder and harder until the muscleman explodes, spread eagled in front of our eyes. “Yeah, oh, MASTER!” Matt groans adoringly even as he cums, his big pecs glistening with sweat. The look on the gladiator’s face says it all. It wasn’t the exchange of denarii or a signature on a deed of ownership that made big Matt the prized possession of Morgan. It was being physically and erotically conquered in the ring that binds him in obedience and gratitude to his handsome, hunky young master.

vlcsnap-2014-09-17-10h22m42s157 — No one is unsatisfied with the new roles they now play.

Ancient Roman melodrama never looked so good!

Homoerotic Wrestler of the Month

September 8, 2014 wrestlebard2 Comments

August posted a surprisingly deep field of contenders for the HWOTM title. It was one of the months where my affections leaned different directions daily, based on what I was enjoying last. I honestly thought that the title was headed in one direction, but then, examining the depths of my soul and extent of my arousal, I had to confess to myself that I was simply defenseless against the next-level performance of one particular muscle stud who has long known exactly how to push every button I’ve got. My new and returning homoerotic wrestler of the month is…

…….

… BG East’s Kid Karisma.

kidk2 — Ray never stood a chance against that physique!

Now I know there are a smattering of sight-impaired individuals who don’t have the good sense to be as completely infatuated with Kid K as I am. I won’t hold it against you. Kid K, however, might track you down, snap on a standing head scissors and pop your skull like a grape. Which would only cement my infatuation further, of course. It was his mat match with seasoned scrapper Ray Naylor in Undagear 22 that possessed my attention and adoration so completely again this month.

kk2 — Ray looks like he’s about to get beat INTO the mat by that muscle raining down from above!

Ray is understated. In fact, I’d say it’s a weakness of his. He wrestles like a cornered badger, which is insanely sexy, but his personality is pretty muted in the world of bigger than life pro wrestling personas he swims among. Then again, there’s something balanced and complimentary about Ray’s understatedness in Undagear 22, because Kid Karisma is even more a larger than life character than usual. Ray’s reticence leaves room for Kid K’s bulging ego and thoroughbred trash talking to just keep swelling and filling up the mat room.

kk4 — Kid Karisma sneaks a feel of the rock solid, lean cut stud daring to go one on one with him.

I’ll even give it to Ray (and this is pretty much the last of my comments for him, since this is Kid Karisma I’m crowning today), he makes Kid K work for it. He digs his fingertips into that award winning ass. He squeezes the fight momentarily out of the mass of muscle that is every inch of Kid K’s stunningly hot body. He makes him sweat, which makes all of those bulging muscles glisten, which makes me swoon. And there’s an unmistakable mutual admiration between these two sexy battlers, each one copping a gratuitous feel when the opportunity arises. I’d cop a feel of Ray’s biceps, too. He may have lost to Kid K on the mat and Dr. Cooper in the Friday Fashion poll, but I’d give a spare kidney for a bottle of baby oil, that lime green jockstrap he wore while crushing Drake Marcos, the BG East ring, and absolutely nothing else but smoking hot Ray.

kk6 — Like Kid Karisma, I deep-down like what I see!

But he’s up against my reigning overall favorite homoerotic wrestler in Undagear 22, and Kid Karisma ignites the most exhausting fantasies I’ve got (and that’s saying a lot). If I’d give a kidney for a go at Ray, I’d give a cardiac ventricle or two for what’s left of my fleeting life at the point to feel Kid Karisma’s rugby honed thighs wrapped around me and playing me like a pump organ. This match continues the run of Kid K’s battles where it’s a little more like holding court than competing. This is Kid K’s mat, his match, his story to tell from start to finish. Even when Ray works very legit offense on the mighty man of muscle, it’s all about Kid K’s superhuman tolerances and Tom of Finland physique.

kk5 — Kid Karisma grabs hold of a fistful of hair and plants Ray’s face where, let’s be honest, everyone wants to be!

There’s both a contempt and a lust shared between these two that’s intoxicating to watch. Kid Karisma crushes Ray’s face against his crotch. He flexes over him, shoving his mountainous muscles humiliatingly into Ray’s dazed mug. And then, demonstrating the effectiveness of the double-edged offense of the karismatic one, Ray can’t help himself but squeeze Kid K’s muscle packed thighs appreciatively. It’s not like he can mount a defense most of the time, so instead, he’s helpless to stop himself from stroking and squeezing that impeccable physique that I still say absolutely needs to be in contention for the Best Body of 2014 award in a few months.

kk7 — Kid Karisma crushes the competition every which way at once!

This match is not a squash and it’s all heading in one direction from the start, all at the same time. That’s a fine balance to maintain, holding suspense, building anticipation, and yet remaining always and unshakably with Kid K at the throttle. He twists and ties the lean stud up, crushing and wrenching and squeezing about 5 things at once, leaving hard as nails Ray writhing and, finally, reluctantly, bitterly entirely spent. Kid K sucks the fight out of him and leaves Ray so wasted he can barely lift his hand to stroke the slab of granite Kid K calls his left quadricep. Oh, but he manages. Up until this point in the match, I’d say Kid K is in contention for the title of HWOTM, but perhaps hasn’t sewn it up quite yet. And then, as if reading my mind…

kk8 — Kid Karisma seals the deal with the show stopper!

…Kid Karisma peels off his designer underwear and throws it in Ray’s face, strolling out the door with that world class work of art he calls his ass bare and beautiful and glistening with sweat. The camera, understandably, follows that bare physique, but I have to imagine Ray found the energy to pry himself up on one elbow and soak in the sight of this fantastically honed, entirely naked gladiator who just ran him down like a bug on the highway. And there’s just no competition left at that point. Kid Karisma manages the trifecta: 1) reminding us that his is the best ass on the planet, 2) making an extremely convincing bid for the title of Best Body for this year’s voting, and 3) making me completely forget about whoever it was that I was almost ready to crown HWOTM. Joining the extremely elite class of competitors who’ve managed to grab hold of the title on 3 different occasions, my reigning overall favorite homoerotic wrestler and now my homoerotic wrestler of the month and frontrunner for my vote for Best Body of the year, Kid Karisma.

kk10 — Homoerotic Wrestler of the Month – August 2014 Kid Karisma

Friday Fashion

September 6, 2014 wrestlebard2 Comments

I gave underdog Ray Naylor an extra week and a day to pull out what would have surely been the biggest upset in Friday Fashion history, but the lovely, lean, incredibly sexy scrapper was unable to mount the juggernaut that is Austin Cooper. Dr. Cooper (as he credentialed himself in Jobberpaloozer 13) metaphorically powerfucked Ray (as far as the poll), squashing the competition by a vote of 110 to 51 for who wore those gun metal grey designer square cuts best. Goldenboy Austin has been making wrestling fans salivate involuntarily from the moment we first saw him climb into the ring at Rock Hard Wrestling, but ever since his heel turn at BG East (well, at least part of his split personality appears to have sold his soul to the dark side), the passion for Dr. Coop’s muscle fueled ring destruction has gone off the charts. I’m not surprised he won by a 2 to 1 majority. Perhaps Ray has learned his lesson when it comes to daring to don the same gear as the Doctor in the very same catalog. Then again, maybe Ray doesn’t mind getting squashed by the likes of Austin. When it comes to who wore it best, it seems like a certainty Dr. Cooper will bend him over and make him cough every time!

fashioncoop — In Gutbash 11, Dr. Cooper wore it best!

Our Man Inside

September 3, 2014 wrestlebard3 Comments

Here’s my last batch of contraband smuggled out of the BG East compound by OMI. Glimpses of as-yet-unreleased matches titillate, no doubt. The occasional capture of a fresh newbie we have yet to see in action is an exquisite and rare indulgence. But I wonder if OMI has gone too far this time. Today’s portfolio features what I think may be the real secret ingredients of BG East’s recipe for producing outstanding homoerotic wrestling fare, catalog after catalog. Here we see the making of the “sausage” so to speak, with The Boss himself quite clearly coaching, schooling, and working over the hottest young studs in the stable (including their sausages, by the look of it). There’s a certain quality to everything BG East produces, including a deep respect for foregrounding wrestling and a consistent erotic charge to even the unexplicit matches, and this glimpse of Kid Leopard going full throttle on some of the boys suggests to me at least 9 or 10 of the herbs and spices that go into BG East’s secret recipe. I think there’s no way that The Boss can be unaware of who took these pics. My only hope for OMI’s physical safety and longevity are that he might not have been the one with his finger on the shutter, but rather he scavenged these shots from the dark room floor. Otherwise, honestly, OMI could become OMSFU (Our Man Six Feet Under).

Pretty in pink, Austin Cooper stares down The Boss. I hope Austin can channel his inner Dr. Cooper, because the goldenboy good guy half of his split personality would get eaten alive!

Last month’s HWOTM Trey Dixon is in a bad way, totally controlled and contorted in the hands of the master.

And speaking of being “in the hands of the master,” of all Trey’s ripped, luscious muscles, there’s one muscle in particular that appears to be about to be throttled by Kid Leopard’s right hand. Personally, I’m hoping this is what The Boss does to every wrestler who earns the title of HWOTM, just to keep them in their place!

There’s simply no disguising the fact that OMI has got a thing for the sexy rookie jobber Ty Alexander. And understandably so!

Ty looks lean, mean, and ready to be devoured in pro ring gear and a studded collar. I hope we get to see what heel daddy put that collar on this babyface’s beautiful body!

Is that baby oil making Ty’s back glisten? Nothing shiny can distract from Ty’s moneymaker, that juicy, squeezable bubble butt.

10474301_1505153423031571_169865456_n — Typically I get OMI photos without explanation or comments, but this mysterious photo from what looks to be a straight-up indy pro wrestling match in some anonymous high school gym came with a tagline directly from OMI: “The last one in the ring is of a Ty Alexander doppelgänger.” True enough, check out the smooth, tanned swimmer’s body, adolescent babyface, and hot, meaty ass sporting high fashion trunks on the left! 1. the ripped stud on the right is about to crush this lucky kid, and 2. I pray to the gods of homoerotic wrestling someone has tracked the doppelgänger down and signed him on to tag team with Ty!

Our Man Inside

September 2, 2014 wrestlebard3 Comments

I just realized that I left Austin Cooper (the Doctor) and Ray Naylor hanging in the last Friday Fashion poll. We’ll let the two of them duke it out some more, but it’s been quite a brutal squash so far. I’ll tally the votes officially on Friday, so Ray fans better get their asses in gear if you want to save his lean, sizzling bacon. In the mean time, OMI smuggled out of BG East a couple more batches of photos for our scrutiny and fantasizing. There are fan favorite babyfaces, sweaty heel muscle, and an intriguing little bit of drama to speculate about.

L1010122 — Shirtless hunks in jeans strolling purposefully through the forest!? Hot damn, this has got to be…

L1010210 — … a BG East Wrestle Shack match! Two of the handsomest hunks in the stable, Christian Taylor and Cameron Matthews, look like they’re the competitors (though I’m saying that would be a stunningly hot tag team right there!). Please, oh please, let’s see some lip locks between these two leading men!

Massively muscled heel stud Lane Hartley is dripping with sweat and looking like he’s taking a break outside the ring. Lane looks a little winded to me. Could this finally be the match that he faces full on, swear to god, stiff competition!?

WHO could make this stunning specimen of a wrestler winded!?

Lane, like the rest of us, like’s what he sees here. While there’s so much to like, can we just pause a while and appreciate the work of art that are his glutes!?

Whatever the trouble that sent this powerhouse out of the ring, he appears unconcerned about it as he soaks in the mountainous landscape of his hot, hot, HOT physique.

Holy shit, who/what went THROUGH the wall at BG East’s brand new south campus facility? LJL, Jonny, Jake, Trey & Skip all look a little perplexed and more than a little wary of whatever it was that left that hole in the wall. The Boss cannot be happy about that!!!

Our Man Inside

September 1, 2014 wrestlebardLeave a comment

In honor of Labor Day, I’m posting a few more of the photos I recently received from OMI, these featuring a couple of the young studs at BG East working. Or is that “werkin'”? Either way, if I’m not mistaken (I frequently am), rookies Kayden Keller and Ty Alexander are pictured here playing grounds crew for the BG East North compound. I believe Ty’s head may be swollen beyond recognition as a result of his recent split decision with Drake Marcos in the Friday Fashion poll, although if you listen to Ty, he only seems to register that he won. So let me start my comments focused on Kayden Keller. Ooo. Baby! Kayden has been posting physique update photos on FB, so seeing him putting on muscle is not exactly a surprise. However, a hot, bearded, shirtless hunk in jeans will always make me perk up and take notice (you may want to remember that if you’re trying to get my attention). As for Ty, it looks like for a while he was actually getting down and dirty there, but the fashion plate couldn’t help himself but pull out his hot stuff lounging shorts and then pull them down far enough to show off his matching pink speedo underneath. When the camera comes out, it seems, Ty’s got to look his best! Thanks, again, OMI!

Our Man Inside

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It’s been months since I heard from our man inside (OMI) the operation at BG East. I was beginning to wonder if the Boss had finally sussed out the identity of the homoerotic wrestling fans’ hero who has smuggled us behind the scenes, off label photos of BG East wrestling magic in the making. However, OMI is apparently not wearing cement shoes in at the bottom of the Okeechobee, because just this week I received a package proverbially wrapped in a brown paper bag. OMI, I’m relieved to hear that you’re still with us! Keep ’em coming, because I get a particular thrill out of seeing BG East boys in candid and unscripted moments. It’s just a little more like getting to be there in person to watch the hot action live!

Here, Drake checks neverland to find out whether he’s managed to intimidate me. Keep hoping, buckaroo!

Today’s batch of photos come from poolside in Florida and primarily feature the Cheshire Cat himself, Drake Marcos. Regular readers will remember that although I’ve gone on the record as a fan, handsome young Drake has taken umbrage at my armchair commentary, including my complaints that his very first photographic appearance (a pre-OMI smuggle) featured him in far too loose of clothing to get a clear estimation of his physique. What really seems to have soured the Fugelsang-esque stud toward me has been any discussion I’ve raised of his relationship to the category “jobber.” Somehow, being asked about whether he’s a champion jobber seems to wipe that ever-present grin of his handsome face. Ah, well. I’m not the first journalist to be resented for my willingness to ask the hard questions. Young Drake has been promising for months now that he’s got an ass-whooping saved up especially for me, should our paths ever cross. Unfortunately for Drake, that very well may happen this autumn due to my travel schedule for work. I’ll keep you informed as to whether it’s a certain favorite blogger of yours, or whether it’s a certain sexy jobber we know, who comes face to face with a well-earned reckoning.

I’ve never had an unkind (or unaroused) word to say about this stud, despite the enmity he appears to nurse against me.

Here, Drake looks pissed, so I’m guessing he’s either thinking of me or flashing back to one of his countless squashes.

Cue the Jaws theme music, because there’s a heel shark approaching an adorable jobber!

You’d think the youngster would learn not to leave his back turned to a sadistic heel like Jonny Firestorm. We’ve seen Drake come a long way in his tenure with BG East (for example, look at those mouthwatering legs!). But I think it’s way too early to tell whether this babyface has earned his get-out-of-jobberville-free-card yet. Watch your back, buckaroo. If it isn’t Jonny, it could very well be a certain blogger coming for you!

I Need a Hero

August 28, 2014 wrestlebardLeave a comment

powerpecs5 — Eye of the Cyclone’s Powerpecs

Over at Eye of the Cyclone, superhero Powerpecs is in high stakes trouble. Lured to free “a troubled soul” from “the other side” by a mysterious monk, Powerpecs eagerly began to the quest to find out if it was his old superhero academy bro Flex trying to contact him from the great beyond. Flex had been trapped in virtual reality by the slithering superhero Cobra years ago, so hot hunk Powerpecs is visibly excited by the prospect of a reunion with his muscle stud superhero buddy. Powerpecs killed Cobra a year ago, achieving revenge for his bro, but what a sweet promise it would be to see his hot, hard, hung superhero companion in the flesh again!

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But of course it wasn’t Flex trying to creep across the veil. It was Cobra! And before Powerpecs realized what was happening, the mysterious, floating entity Cobra attacked, encircling the hunk. The ghostly supervillain laid him bare, humiliating him by peeling away Powerpecs’ mask. Fortunately for everyone involved, Powerpecs is one hot, handsome stud! With vicious strikes, Cobra began ripping into Powerpecs supersuit, and the superstud’s bulging muscles continued the wardrobe malfunction by flexing and swelling and tearing apart the skin tight yellow lycra worse with every effort he made to free himself. Chains wrapped themselves around the hot hunk, tying him down and beginning to crush him like… a Cobra.

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In yesterday’s latest chapter in “Sometimes They Come Back,” Powerpecs’ predicament grows worse and worse, even as his hot bod grows more and more visible with each tear of this suit. The superhero has some colorful ink across his left bicep. The ripping fabric is slowly creeping up his thick, beautiful thighs, threatening to join the rip heading southward from his lower abs and (fingers crossed) fall off completely, unleashing that trouser snake Powerpecs is keeping under wraps.

Glistening with sweat, Powerpecs struggles in vain. How do you defend yourself against an opponent you can’t get your hands on!? He drops to one knee, the nearby mirror giving us multiple angles of that bodacious butt starting to bust it’s way free from his lycra. His lack of underwear further intensifies the raw truth that a superhero laid bare is a beautiful, vulnerable, erotic object of muscle-destruction domination!

The ghostly Cobra channels Freud, grabbing hold of Powerpecs super handsome face and prying open his jaw, starting to press himself inside. Powerpecs fights, struggling to defend what surely is merely the first hole to be assaulted in this vicious game of hunk conquering. Those powerful pecs are just window dressing. His bulging deltoids and meaty glutes are reduced to eye candy. The gorgeous stud is helpless, as Cobra reveals his true plan. He’s going to crawl inside (I’m with you there, Cobra) and possess the powerful hunk, reducing all those beautiful muscles to merely the doorway through which the supervillain will live again to wreak havoc on humanity… and more hot, hung superheroes. Heel turn by full contact penetration!? Oh, hell yes!

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