It sounds serious, because Jonny reports he’s under doctor’s orders to stay away from wrestling for the time being. No word on what’s plaguing Jonny’s hot bod, but again, it must be serious, because what has that hunky physique not been able to withstand!?
It took both Cameron Matthews and Mike Pitt to make Jonny hurt in Tag Team Torture 17.
Of course, Jonny gives about 3 times harder than he gets, but still, he’s taken a boatload of vicious punishment and cruel abuse and managed to muscle his way back on top, over and over again.
Jonny’s ripped bod takes a brutal boot to the chest as he’s cruelly double-teamed.
So I’m guessing it takes a lot to get Jonny to admit he’s hurting enough to see a doctor in the first place, much less “take orders” to stay away from the ring. How many naive opponents have thought they’d be the ones to toss Jonny’s ass from the ring, only to find themselves crushed and conquered by the resilient heel? Now some egghead with a lab coat and filth-infested neck tie (seriously, think about how many germs a doc’s tie is exposed to and how often it get’s dry cleaned!) does what extremely few musclebound hunks have been unable to do?!
Jonny’s gorgeous ass has taken some beatings in the past.
I’ve got my money on Jonny kicking his health issue in the ass, and then proceeding to take that doc, rip off his lab coat, tie him into the ring ropes with the filth-infested tie, and shockingly hot ripped-n-stripped body mercilessly for keeping Jonny from the air he breathes, aka, wrestling. Then again, my fantasy of a hardbodied wrestling nerd may be interfering with my estimation of Jonny’s rapport with his attending.
Looking forward to Jonny climbing out of his sickbed and back on top of a mountain of wasted muscle and dreams again.
Either way, feel better, Jonny. The wrestling ring will be noticeably less exciting until you’re back in it and on top of the heap once more.
While I sort of despise the use of the phrase “hump day,” I have to admit today feels like a classic hump day. Grinding hips, anticipatory pleasure, the fun of friction… yeah, I’m feeling it today. Sort of like these studs…
Drake Wild gets into the spirit, mounted atop Tyler St. James’ gorgeously muscled hump in Pro Sex Fight 10.Aptly named Gold Shaft wears down the crevices in Glacier Blue in Masked Mayhem 11.Immanently humpable Gabriel Ross makes the most out of long, lean, flexible Christian Taylor’s hot body, working a lip lock/hump combo in Wrestle Shack 18.
Neverland has been getting some interesting comments lately. Take a couple of weeks ago when I posted about my ongoing infatuation with Brit beauty Chris Xaos. It wasn’t that fellow Brit wrestler and BG East alum Neil Hewitt felt like I’d make any particular errors of commission, just errors of omission, as in I’d omitted to mention more British homoerotic wrestlers. I challenged Neil to give me glimpse of homoerotic wrestling life on the other side of the Atlantic to round out my taste for British fare, and the handsome stud promptly responded. I’m hoping to nail Neil to a full-on strip-stakes interview (well, at least an interview) sometime soon, but in the mean time, Neil gave me permission to share these updates in his own words. Americans, put on your British accent filter that invariably makes us feel a little outclassed, and enjoy these eloquent words of a hardworking hunk.
Hi there Wrestlebard!
Following-up your request to get you some more detail on other UK wrestlers for your Neverland site can I kick off with myself maybe to get you up to speed with at least one other UK wrestler!
I have added a few pics of myself from BG East and other pro-wrestling occasions and events so at least you know what I look like. I’ve been wrestling since university and started in freestyle/amateur style moving on to submission wrestling and then into MMA and BJJ grappling. I always loved Pro-Wrestling and wanted to live the dream and become one but too late into life and after building my career I was able to get back into pro-style wrestling through wrestling in clubs and private matches with guys off contact websites like Meetfighters and Recon. I was discovered by a pro-wrestler at one of the shows who asked if I would train with them which I did and was lucky enough to get asked to do public shows with this promotion. I have now done about 14 shows so still in my early days for an ‘old guy’ like me who is very much of the ‘Old School’ type of pro wrestling; however it seems to go down well and for a guy over 50 I do OK I’m told!
I’ve now been asked to team-up with a Tag partner from the North East of the UK and we are going to be doing some shows during this year under our name: Team BadBoys (Billy and Robbie). We are training under Robbie Brookside-trained Steve Sim in Coventry and are looking forward to a successful season this year.
My career with BGEast is quite well known with my having done about 5 dvd’s now with Kid Leopard and the team there when he comes over to the UK annually. I still want to go over to his Boston and Florida bases to work there but he has so much choice now it must be difficult to squeeze me in. My BGE name is Neil Hewitt so you can look me up to see all the titles I have on the catalogs. My matches against Paul Christian and Grant and most recently Trevor Kingsley are covered well in the Forum of the BGE site and each of those wrestlers are all great in their own right. Paul is now a personal friend and we meet privately to practise our Pro technique as he and I both love the ring situation (he from a Heel perspective and me as the Blue-Eye jobber!). Anyway enough for now but please feel free to look me up on Facebook too, where I am Robbie Neill, to see my career in photos as both a pro and private wrestler/grappler and my modelling career which continues apace here in London.
Look forward to hearing from you with any questions and requests and hope I get the opportunity of meeting you in person at some point in the States or here in London.
Take care and keep wrestling!! Neil/Robbie
I think it’s ADORABLE that Neil thinks he has to send me pictures for me to know who he is. I’ve spilled plenty of bodily fluids on him (figuratively). Between you and me, I think the world would be a significantly brighter place were Neil and Mitch Colby to tag team all over some wet-behind-the-ears babyface rookies who haven’t yet managed to drink in public legally (in the US). And I’m determined to take him up on that face-to-face meeting at some point. In the mean time, here are those photos Neil promised.
Eye of the Cyclone’s character Exile combines several sexy fantasies all rolled up into one homoerotic hunk. His back story is that he was Billy, a straight-A university student who accidentally zapped himself into another dimension. Trapped in a fascist universe, he was disciplined and brainwashed into a sexy-assed motorcycle cop with superpowers including a laser motorcycle. Upon the end of his natural life in this alternate universe, he reverted back to his original life as a uni student, but now with the experiences and powers of a lifetime lived as a hardcore trooper warrior (with a killer hot bod).
So let’s count up the hotness. 1) Nerd hunk. 2) Hot cop. 3) Magical crotch-rocket. 4) Tragic bad boy backstory turned mysterious hero. 5) Rockin’ bod in skin-tight supersuit. It’s like Eye of the Cyclone dug down into my subconscious and fished out precisely the combination of guilty little pleasures necessary to make my knees buckle.
Speaking of my subconscious, Exile is featured in Eye of the Cyclone’s newest serial, “Snake Charmed,” cleverly playing off of Freudian theory to draw double (perhaps triple) entendres to both terrify and titilate me. Let me lie down on my couch and explain what I mean…
I’m terrified of snakes, as in, clinical phobia, full on panic attacks, cold sweats. I close my eyes when there are snakes in movies. Occasionally, I have to push mute if there’s too much spine-wrenching hissing. Of course you and I know the Freudian significance of snakes. Same as cigars. And trains. And the Washington monument. So go ahead with the jokes. A ‘mo with a phobia of the metaphorical phallus. It’s embarrassing…
So imagine the deep ambivalence I feel when I see Exile with his bulging muscles and highway patrol reflective sci-fi sunglasses suddenly attacked by 3 massive, flexing, aggressive snakes. There the stud was, showing up for a photo shoot for charity (sign me up for that beefcake calendar!), only to be swarmed by paralyzing phalluses grinding into every inch of his hotly muscled body. Wildly aroused and hyperventilating at the same time seems dangerous.
The story is just one chapter in, so I’m dying to know what happens to Exile next. I’m desperately hoping that this dreamboat nerd hunk manages to get his mojo back and tame the hungry serpents, though I’m aching to see Exile’s own trouser snake join in on the fun. As a wrestling fanatic, I’m also hoping that there are human hands involved in this confrontation, with my money on the fashion photographer as an undercover hardbodied super villain with a fetish fantasy involving dominating a hot cop. The line starts right behind me, buddy!
Our man inside BG East, or as one insightful observer recently referred to him, “OMI,” sent me a batch of catalog 103-related behind-the-scenes snapshots. These were actually sent before the release of catalog 103, but they got buried in my email while I was knocked down with an early spring illness. Happily, I’m getting back on top of things after my recovery, including digging out these hot pieces of awesome contraband smuggled out from the BG East camp. I have still heard no word of OMI’s unmasking, although my offer of a free dinner should we ever meet in person still stands. That is, he gets a free dinner from me if he isn’t drawn and quartered by the powers that be at BG East first…
If only this was self-snapped by bespectacled Kid Vicious, I’d argue this could be the homoerotic wrestling equivalent of Ellen’s Oscar’s selfie. As it is, this shot of Jonny Firestorm and KV manning the cameras with golden boy Austin Cooper in nothing but his underwear looking over the shoulders is still an incredibly hot, somewhat novel collection of devastatingly sexy man meat! The three of them look chummy, which may explain Austin’s fantastic heel turn a while back which he OWNS like a champ in his newest release, absolutely carving up newbie Leo Tomassi like a turkey dinner in Jobberpalooza 13. It seems like Austin is teetering on the edge of giving his hot pecs over totally to the dark side, and personally, I hope he keeps this company pictured here. More bad influence from two of the top heels in BG East can only promise more fantastically cruel performances from golden boy body beautiful heel Austin.
Along the lines of “the company you keep,” here’s Austin’s Jobberpalooza victim, Leo Tomasi, showing off his rippled abs with adorkable rookie Ty Alexander ready for stills. If Austin is getting his marching orders from Jonny and KV and Leo is getting introduced to the scene from crushable jobber-rising Ty, the handwriting was on the wall way before Leo got bullied and literally bloodied by relentlessly cruel Austin.
Here’s a pre-match photo of another golden boy muscle stud who appears to be making a play for turning his career around by dipping deep into the dark side of the Force. Did you see Braden Charron’s work with pretty Pete Sharp in Jobberpalooza 13?! Holy shit, I was completely blown away and shocked. I did NOT see that coming. Until now, Braden has been a tad too pretty, too sexy for his own good. All that mouthwatering meat and beauty have done nothing but draw out some of the most vicious and sadistic performances in even BG East’s babyface ranks. I saw a whole mountain of gorgeous hurt heading his way when I noticed he was to be Pete’s first ring opponent, because Pete may be pretty as a peach, but he’s also been incredibly dangerous in his first two outings on the mat. But wow. Just, wow! Braden pulls off what I have to think of as an upset, despite his extensive experience advantage, and watching him make every luscious inch of pretty, pretty Pete suffer is phenomenal! Pete’s got serious repair work to do on his rep, while Braden has convinced me he’s a lot more than a pretty face and a mouthwatering cock!
And again from Jobberpalooza 13,Guido Genatto came damn near close to literally breaking poor, insanely pretty Kip Sorrell. Seeing Guido stretched out on the couch, bespectacled, checking his email, with Ultimate Warrior (RIP) nestled between the tree trunks he calls his thighs, you’d never suspect the boiling rage he’s about to tap into the second he sees the very definition of a pretty boy, Kip, lacing up his boots. This is one of those matches where I get sucked in so deep that I grow genuinely concerned for Kip’s life and limb. Guido turning outmatched Kip into a little more than a life sized Ken doll, to be manhandled, manipulated, and humiliated like a despised plaything, is insanely sexy. Between Kip’s devastated gym body and Guido’s gargantuan, power packed physique, I can’t decide which I want to lick more, the mammoth crevice between Kip’s pecs or the lightly hairy expanse of Guido’s beautiful belly. Fuck that, let me trade places with that Ultimate Warrior pillow. NOW!
OMI has got testicles the size of beach balls! He’s slipped us a behind the scenes photo of the franchise himself, Kid Leopard, ready for taking stills and Jonny Firestorm, well… um… flat on his back, hands behind his head, apparently “on break.” For Jonny’s sake, I hope that’s a sanctioned nap-time.
Finally, OMI slipped out these two photos of rookie Kayden Keller looking handsome as hell and ready to unwrap like a Christmas present. The second shot, I notice, is a selfie, meaning that either OMI is Kayden or OMI has access to download photos from Kayden’s phone. If we hear that hot rookie heel Kayden is cleaning BG East toilets with his tongue in the near future, perhaps we’ll have finally learned OMI’s true identity. I hope not, though, because I imagine that might also be the last contraband we get from him. One way or another, I think OMI either IS Kayden, or OMI really, really like’s Kayden’s hot rookie body! Or both. I’d understand, either way.
This week I had the great pleasure to enjoy my second-ever “dinner with Dumont.” Before you ask, 1) no, there was no wrestling involved, 2) Lon wore baggy jeans and a fantastically tight, long-sleeve t-shirt stretched awesomely over his bulging pecs, and 3) this time I got a keepsake photo of the two of us that is instantly in my top 5 favorite possessions. Back to the narrative, the long-time favorite homoerotic wrestler of mine was back in my neck of the woods and fulfilling fan fantasies by treating me to dinner. That’s right, stud puppy extraordinaire and perpetual infatuation of mine, Lon Dumont, picked up the tab for dinner! Honestly, I believe that most people who I know well enough to treat me to dinner would describe me as clever, witty, and an engaging dinner date. But sitting across the table from a homoerotic wrestling infatuation like devastatingly hot Lon Dumont, I turn into a stammering fanboy.
All I can see is devastatingly brutal Lon staring an opponent into quivering submission!
It’s like seeing double-vision. There’s this engaging, cool guy in front of me, and I’m also seeing Lon Dumont, body beautiful wrestling heel flexing his champion biceps in some lucky opponent’s awed face. Lon assured me that he has plans to be back through this way in a few months, raising for me the question of how many times would it take to have dinner with Dumont before I’m desensitized to the awe of it all and can be as engaging a dinner partner as I normally am (or like to think of myself as)?
Kid Vicious talks my language, except for the fact I’m completely tongue-tied.
It’s certainly happened to me before. On my pilgrimage to Pembroke, I got to meet and eat with some of the hottest wrestling heels to recur repeatedly in my fondest homoerotic wrestling fantasies on camera and in my imagination. I had questions prepared. I was planning on documenting the conversations to share, in my typical overdrawn and pedantic way, with all of you. And then there I was, talking to Kid Vicious, who was engaging, thoughtful, and downright philosophical in parsing apart the politics and polemics of homoerotic wrestling. In other words, he was talking my language! But there I was, stumbling over my tongue and finding myself with clinically diagnosable aggressively intrusive thoughts, in particular picturing KV stripped down to trunks and threatening to tear an opponent’s balls off.
Those forearms are HUGE!!!
Same lunch, same place, and Jonny Firestorm was the same way. Chatter, shop talk, the awkward revelation that Jonny doesn’t follow neverland closely enough to realize he was at one point my homoerotic wrestler of the month. So many opportunities to ask an insightful question, probe as the investigative blogger I imagine myself to be, and honestly, the only thing I could do was stare in awe at Jonny’s gargantuan forearms and picture him wringing the life out of hot piece of jobber meat.
Is it possible to graduate from fanboy to fellow human being? With images like this from Kid Leopard’s catalog, I’m not sure…
Not surprisingly, the worst was meeting Kid Leopard. By “worst,” of course, I mean, the most paralytic for me, a completely awestruck, drooling fanboy. KL was a fantastic host, showing me around the grounds, letting me see where the magic is made in the ring, on the mats, in the gazebo, in the wrestle shack. He was generous and engaging, and I felt like I couldn’t string together more than 3 words at a time. Is English my first language? Why do I suddenly have a 3rd grade vocabulary!? Holy fuck, I just kept swallowing hard, completely at the mercy of the image of KL prying apart some fabulously hot hunk playing on repeat from my memory.
Hopefully, I’ll keep getting opportunities to meet these men of my wrestling fantasies, and hopefully, someday, I’ll be able to pull off more than just the thick-tongued stammering of a star struck fanboy.
I don’t have to tell you that I have my favorites. My fancy does flit from time to time, but there are some regular objects of my adoration that stay firmly rooted in my homoerotic wrestling fantasies. I cannot stress enough how thrilled I am to report that two of those perennial fantasy men face one another in BG East’s recently new release Gazebo Grapplers 16. Lon Dumont, long-time holder of the title of my favorite homoerotic wrestler and past winner of wrestler of the month, climbs out of the ring and into the Gazebo to face Denny Cartier, two-time homoerotic wrestler of the month and fanastically intense mat specialist.
Lon hits the mats and takes on muscle mat man Denny Cartier.
Seeing Lon barefoot for the first time just about does me in within seconds of this confrontation starting. My #1 pro wrestler turned bodybuilder turned homoerotic wrestler (not that I have a title for that, but really, who else is there to compete!?) is in his shaved head and insanely lean, competition ready form. And I kid you not, the fearless lightweight bruiser looks downright nervous stepping onto the mat! The undercurrent of vulnerability lying just beneath the surface of Lon’s irrepressible invincibility, paired his bare feet, are incredibly hot.
Denny is built for making men scream.
Denny is a work of art in a totally different way. Where Lon is aesthetically gorgeous, with a body crafted by a fine artist, Denny is functionally sexy as hell, with a body forged by a hardcore artisan. Denny is powerful, with muscles pounded into their bulging, beautiful form by years of amateur wrestling and MMA. There’s a luxurious thickness to Denny’s physique that stands in stark contrast to the whittled, diamond cut leanness of Lon. I’m enthralled by this contrast, and if I had to choose just one of these studs to worship, I think my head would explode trying to decide which.
Lon’s power and beauty leave Denny (and me) breathless!
I’m also blown away by Lon’s offense. He translates the mastery of a pro wrestling heel to the Gazebo mats with amazing skill. Confident, smirking Denny is leveled by sucker punches and knees to the gut. All of Denny’s flexibility and speed sort of whimper and writhe impotently early going as Lon grabs the momentum with both hands and throttles it with the tenacity of a badger.
When Denny’s mat expertise finally comes clawing it’s way on top, again I’m stunned by the way he displays the award winning physique of his screaming opponent. He repeatedly comes close to ripping Lon’s legs off at the hip, giving a stunning look at the bodybuilder’s quivering groin. And just to prove that he’s not in the least intimidated by the wall of deeply ridged abdominal muscles staring at him, Denny digs his elbow deep into Lon’s core, determined to shred the hunk’s strong suit.
Lon has to dig deep to knock the mat specialist off his game.
But regular readers will not be surprised by my deep satisfaction and arousal at watching Lon finally pull his gorgeously hot ass out of the fire and go ape shit all over the overwhelmed mat specialist. His fingers dig so deep into Denny’s luscious pecs that I’m left wondering is he’s going to claw the tattooed hunk’s heart out! Lon doesn’t just wring the most submissions out of his withering opponent, he sucks the life out of him, leaving stunningly hot and dangerous Denny melted into a pool of agony. I honestly didn’t know what to expect from this pro wrestler vs mat specialist on the mat match, but I didn’t expect the way Lon owns the Gazebo and stunningly weaves every natural strength he has into this novel setting. The attitudes are intense. After stunningly hot silence early on, the trash talk finally starts to pick up, including Denny getting stokes into some cocky crowing. Schoolboy pins with lovely packages delivered right to the doorstep of both stud’s chins transport me. I absolutely love this concept (pitting different combat styles against one another), and Denny and Lon sell it like I’d expect these perennial favorites to do it: all in, sexy as hell, and leaving me breathless!
Lon keeps bashing until Denny is literally left defenseless.
It blows my mind that it’s been over two weeks since I last posted here at neverland. So much has happened! I had an upper respiratory infection that, combined with my asthma, put me on my ass hard (no worries, all is well now). I completed my taxes and am now anxiously awaiting a refund. Facebook reminded everyone that yesterday was my birthday, and my thanks to all of you who wished me well. And to those of you who didn’t, don’t think I didn’t notice (just kidding… I’m the worst offender when it comes to missing birthdays). Actually, I got this sweet slice of hotness from Ty Alexander, who took my hint that I’m driven a little wild by a hot boy in wrestling gear and specs.
Specs, speedos, and a personalized birthday wish just for me!
And I should acknowledge that Drake Marcos sent me greetings and said he still had my Christmas present, which he offered to re-gift it into my birthday present if I wanted. Between you and me, I think this “gift” of his is all in his imagination, just like his promise to some day score a victory over an opponent. But if it’s the thought that counts, then the Cheshire Cat of Homoerotic Wrestling gets credit for creativity, if nothing else.
As to the central premise of neverland (hot homoerotic wrestling) I’m just now getting around to marveling at the gold mine that is BG East’s drop of catalog 103, Talk about a feast of mouthwatering goodness! I’m sure I’ll have plenty to say in the near future about several of these choice pieces of hotness. In the mean time, I’m looking forward to another year of breathing, another year of sucking down the best homoerotic wrestling I can get my hands on, and another year of broadcasting this inner monologue for your enjoyment.
I love the fact that BG East makes periodic excursions to the United Kingdom to scout out the hot wresting meat on that side of the Atlantic. The extended reach of BG East vicariously extends my appreciation for the breadth and depth of homoerotic wrestling, pulling me, at least occasionally, out of my provincial assumptions that have been pounded into me my entire life that the United States is the center of the universe. There are many of the Brit-finds from BG East that spark my imagination and generate a conditioned response in my crotch to an English accent growling, “Like that?” Yes, yes indeed. I like that.
Chris Xaos is one of the homoerotic wrestlers from across the pond who has squeezed his hot body into my homoerotic wrestling fantasies and put down permanent roots in my imagination. Early in his career, there was a brash, tatted, pierced street punk hit that I got off of him that was tasty. The official story is that he was discovered in a pub by Brit veteran wrestler Ty Garrison, or, rather, Chris “discovered” that he recognized Garrison and immediately let him know that he’d always wanted to have a go at him.
In other words, Chris Xaos was one of us long before BG East fans first got a look at the 6’1″, 170 lbs grappler. There was instantly something magnetic about him the first time I saw him wrestle. Despite his chaotic name, there’s a passionate, fierce methodology about him. He wrestles straightforward, always with a playful edge, and always paired with a dangerousness that is unmistakable. The stud is big and strong enough, and he delights in dominating enough, to do serious damage to any opponent not ready to match him throw for throw.
In his more recent releases, Chris has appeared more mature and with a goatee, both factors that exponentiate his magnetism for me. He officially graduated from boy to man when he showed up against fellow British fantasyman and favorite of mine, Rob Chandler in Motel Madness UK. That match is one of the most intimate, hottest motel matches ever produced. Chandler’s hard-on straining the fabric of his trunks alone signals exactly what the action is doing to me. The only thing missing is a bottle of baby oil and me!
There’s a rawness and ferocity about BG East’s British collection that is incredible, particularly as it’s paired with the variety of Brit and European accents that I, like so many Americans, find entrancing. Chris Xaos is all of those adjectives: raw, fierce, and entrancing. I only wish we could get him a green card to work more regularly on this side of the pond.
Today’s focus on fashion is a bit of a departure from the typical neverland Friday Fashion polls. I couldn’t help but notice on Facebook that Ty Alexander has quite a “thing” about selfies in an astonishingly diverse variety of wrestling gear. Through back channels, the BG East newbie stud confirmed that he goes crazy for gear and has an incredibly extensive collection of gear and even more extensive collection of self-portraits showing off the gear. So for today’s Friday Fashion installment, I sat down with the “Christian Lacroix of homoerotic wrestling” to get a little fashion advice from a studied aficionado.
Ty Alexander (5’7″, 150 lbs) is feeling, and looking, healthy.
Bard: Damn boy, you’re looking tastier by the minute. Is it my imagination, or are you pounding that pretty body into better and better shape?
Ty: Yep I have been working hard at the gym every day. Trying to stay healthy. And thanks, by the way. Appreciate the compliment.
Plenty to compliment.
Bard: Healthy looks really great on you! So how many items of wrestling gear do you own?
“Not even half” of Ty’s collection of wrestling gear!
Ty: Hmmm. Honestly, if I could give you a number I would. Best guess would have to be over 150. [laughing] I literally have all kinds of gear. Pro trunks, singlets, briefs, jocks, thongs even. You name it , I probably have it.
Bard: When and how did this fascination begin?
Gear makes Ty feels liberated.
Ty: When I was in high school. I always liked being in the speedos [laughing]. Felt liberating. And it just kind of grew from there. Also, all my favorite pro and indy wrestlers wear briefs [laughing]. I think the right fit can make anyone look hot. So I started wrestling privately and had to find interesting places to hide my gear. Weird thing is, with all my love of pro and pro gear, I have yet to get myself some dang boots!
Bard: I’ve never purchased wrestling boots, but I would imagine they’re expensive. What is your favorite gear to wear, and, conversely, what do you most like to see an opponent wearing?
Ty: I would have to say my favorite gear has got to be my pro trunks. I’m picky. I like my stuff to be loud and bright and showy. Usually something to make my awesome tan look even better. As for my opponents I like them in as little as possible [laughing]. But let’s face it , they won’t be looking as good as me. They can try, though it’s just not going to happen.
Working on that sexy tan in his “Ty-Dye” speedos.
Bard: You do have quite the sexy tan. So I hope this isn’t indelicate of me to ask, but does gear itself (wearing it, seeing it on an opponent) turn you on? Does gear itself have a fetish aspect to it for you, or are you more a collector for the sake of collecting?
Ty: It’s a fetish to me. That’s why I have so much! [laughing] I love the feel of it against my body in a match, and if my opponent is lucky enough to get the upper hand on me, I don’t mind feeling that either. Also I like to parade around and show off a bit. [laughing] Sort of a selfie addict. When I try on gear, gotta take a pic from every angle to make sure it looks perfect. Kinda hard not to on me though.
Self-described selfie addict.
Bard: Awesome. You’re most definitely not alone in nursing a gear fetish, I’m sure you know. You mention that you like your gear showy. Favorite colors, patterns, fabrics, themes?
Ty: [Laughing] Anything bright. Lime green, hot pink, purple, even some blues. Brighter the color the more I stand out. Patterns? It depends. Picked up this awesome “Ty-dye” mix the other day and really like it. I love the tribal look a lot, though. Gotta be one of my all time favorite looks. And you can’t go wrong by making it flash with some awesome shades. [laughing] I wanna make sure all the focus is on me, not my opponent in my matches, so the brighter the better.
Bard: Aha! Some strategy plays a part, as well as the turn-on of hot gear all by itself. So clearly this doesn’t apply to your fabulousness, but if you were doing a fashion consult with a homoerotic wrestler who had issues with aspects of their body, would you recommend particular gear choices for particular bodies?
Rook rocks a singlet.
Ty: I would have to say, honestly, wear what makes you feel good about yourself. I mean, obviously make sure it fits right. But who is to judge you? You are your own harshest critic. Though I would say I think a guy in briefs and brief pro gear gets my vote every time. Though I will say if you have bigger thighs go for briefs or long tights. You won’t have to worry about them squeezing the thighs as much and making them look funky. If you have pecs, I think a singlet works. Super hot to see the straps lifted away from the body because you have a pair of rock hard pecs!
Bard: Wise advice that’s also turning me on. Of the photos you’ve shared with me, what are the top 2 or 3 favorite looks you’re liking right now?
Purple and blue “tribal” trunks.
Ty: Hmm. I would have to say my blue star wrestling trunks and the purple and blue tribal. They look and fit awseome. And let’s face it, they make my butt look even more awesome. [laughing] Also my purple short side mesh briefs and my “ty-dye” brief swim suit.
Ty-Dyed
Bard: Well I’m not nearly the studied expert you are, but even I can tell those trunks all look stunning on you and your fine ass. I’m particularly a fan of the “Ty-Dye” suit. That gear definitely should appear in a backyard brawl sometime, preferbly first on your hot, tanned bod, and later stuffed down the throat of your opponent. Speaking of hypothetical future matches, is there anything you can tell us about what the future holds for you on the publicly available wrestling scene? Have you had the call from the boys at BGE to make your follow-up appearance to your Raunchy Rookies debut?
Ty showed “a small taste” of what he can do against Kayden Keller in Raunchy Rookies 7.
Ty: Ah, Bard, if I was to give away anything I think that the punishment would be pretty rough (though most likely I wouldn’t mind it that way). I can say that I can’t wait to show more in my matches as I grow. I think you got a small taste of what I can do against Kayden, and that the other stuff may surprise you even more. There are a lot of guys I hope to get in the ring and even maybe hit the mat with soon. I don’t wanna end up in the river with cement shoes like that poor guy who leaked those behind the scenes photos now, do I? [laughing] I can’t wait to get back, though. All the BGE guys are awesome.
Bard: I have a hunch we’ll be seeing the “Christian Lacroix of homoerotic wrestling” again soon. Thanks for the fashion tutorial, and especially for the graphic illustrations. Can’t wait to see you in action again soon!
Ty is a one-man homoerotic wrestling fashion show!
Ty: Thanks for your time, Bard. I love the site. Keep up the awesome work. It’s always a pleasure talking with you and sharing my stuff with your awesome readers.
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