Category: Uncategorized

Cutting Off Our Noses

wrestlebardLeave a comment
Today’s post is dedicated to a certain BG East boy who suggested to me that the one thing he doesn’t see enough of in gay wrestling blogs is a strong statement about piracy. I think he’s perfectly correct. There isn’t enough of a thoughtful discussion about piracy, illegal file sharing, and bootlegging of homoerotic wrestling products. My strong statement on the subject: it sucks.
Even before my visit to the BG East compound this summer, I was against efforts to pirate copies of homoerotic wrestling. I get asked A LOT to share my collection with others. Sometimes, guys suggest a swap, which I don’t have a problem with. Exchanging legally purchased products seems entirely fine with me. I don’t do it, mind you. I’m awfully attached to each and every purchase in my lovingly assembled collection of homoerotic wrestling. But for those who want to literally swap or give away their legally purchased products, seems like a legitimate option.
However, file sharing and bootlegging seems a much more insidious and parasitical activity that could ultimately harm us all. I don’t do it, and I’m strongly against it. Getting a glimpse of the BG East archives was astonishing this summer. I’m pretty proud of my 70 or so BG East products in my library, but hot damn, there are hundreds of videos in their published catalogs! A newbie to homoerotic wrestling could feast for a long time on just BG East’s back catalog, not to mention the products of other companies like Can-Am, Rock Hard Wrestling, Naked Kombat, Thunder’s Arena, UCW, etc., etc.  There’s been an incredible quantity of fantastically arousing homoerotic wrestling produced in the past 20+ years, and probably twice that in not-so-fantastically arousing homoerotic wrestling (and wrestling that’s just, at best, homoerotically-inspired). My point is, there’s already a lot to choose from.
However, I for one am a big, big fan of the creative edge of the homoerotic wrestling industry. I love (lovelovelove) the new find. I’m crazy for the next rookie debut. Having seen quite a bit already, I’m especially thrilled when something new comes out that I just haven’t seen before. A new face, a new move, a new story, a new venue… Regular readers know that I can be harsh when I get the impression that anybody (wrestler or production company) is just phoning it in, recycling material or merely going through the motions. What thrills me most is being caught off guard, being surprised or awed by a novel move or a look that isn’t cookie-cutter.  I’m powerfully provoked by what I haven’t seen yet, whether it be the veteran who pulls off something completely new and unexpected, or the rookie phenom who delivers a move or hold that makes me gasp. I love tried and true formulas that never fail to tweak my kink (the muscled babyface conquered and used, the narcissist crushed, the young bucks pushing each other past the limits of fair play in fiercely fought competition, e.g.), but there’s just about nothing sexier than innovative wrestling kink for my tastes.
What bootlegging and filesharing does is threaten the very existence of the ongoing creativity in homoerotic wrestling. Hell, it threatens to undermine anybody who tries to make a living producing new homoerotic wrestling material. For every bootlegged copy and illegal fileshare, there’s less financial incentive for producers to keep producing. There’s less investment to pay the salaries of the next round of wrestlers.  If we, who enjoy homoerotic wrestling, cheat the industry out of their intellectual property rights, then we’re taking a piss on the very people who so wonderfully feed our wrestling kink. The more we, who consume homoerotic wrestling, pirate the wrestling that we love, the less likely it will be that the industry will continue to produce, create and innovate. What we’ll be left with, it seems to me, is what we’ve got: a great body of hot homoerotic wrestling archives, but without the promise of anything new, nothing to be ventured, nothing to be gained. If we cheat producers of homoerotic wrestling out of what’s rightfully theirs, sooner or later we’re going to go hunting for something new in homoerotic wrestling inspiration, and find nothing but a blank screen.

The Casting Couch

wrestlebard1 Comment
Spanish language soap star William Levy –
too pretty to strip?
My first introduction to Spanish language soap heart throb William Levy came from Bruno’s excellent guest contribution to the neverland summer series, “Diverse Tastes.” Bruno recommended that pretty boy William was a most excellent candidate to make an appearance in the fictional homoerotic wrestling universe, Producer’s Ring, putting those luscious pecs and washboard abs on the line as he battles for fame and glory in no-holds-barred wrestling action on the backlots of an apocalyptic entertainment industrial complex.

D-Listed reports that in real life, Levy was considered for a part in a movie about male strippers, for which he most certainly appears entirely qualified. However, he has apparently turned down the opportunity, forgoing this opportunity at a major league introduction to non-Spanish speaking audiences. D-Listed has delivered a withering assessment of Levy’s decision and prospects, but let’s face it, D-Listed excels at delivering withering assessments.

Pablo Martin is Bruno’s choice for a hunk to bring William Levy to heel.

The good news is that the male stripper buddy flick appears to be on track to bring the likes of Matt Bomer, Channing Tatum, and frequent subjects of my wrestling fantasies and posts on this blog, Matthew McConaughey, Alex Pettyfer and…. wait for it…. the man currently sitting atop the pantheon of muscle gods in my fantasies, Joe Manganiello!

Joe Manganiello limbers up in preparation to tackle the stripper pole.

In addition to earning William the scorn of D-Listed for coming across as a too good for a male strip flick, this career move almost certainly fuels fodder for fulfilling Bruno’s recommendation that William needs to show up and get his gorgeous ass beaten six ways to Sunday in the Producer’s Ring (perhaps one way to Sunday for each aforementioned hunk in the stripper flick in addition to Bruno’s pick, Pablo Martin). I think we’ve got the making of a muscle jobber who thinks good looks and talent are all it should take to climb on top in the highly competitive world of top ranked entertainment. Happily, such goody-two-shoes never learn!

Hunks are lining up in my imagination to meet
William Levy in the wrestling ring.

Diverse Tastes – Guest Contributor Manof1000Holds at Wrestling Arsenal

wrestlebard3 Comments
As summer begins to wind down, so does neverland’s summer series, “Diverse Tastes.” I won’t say that I’ve saved the best for last, because each and every guest contribution has been fantastic. But I’ve definitely saved the most interactive guest contribution for last. Manof1000Holds at Wrestling Arsenal has been entertaining, informing, and arousing gay wrestling fans for years. He has a delightful knack for deconstructing wrestling action, hold by hold and moment by moment, and examining all the pieces with the humor and insight of a passionate fan of the homoeroticism of wrestling. His archives are the definitive collection of gay wrestling analysis, as far as I’m concerned. So when Manof1000Holds authored this contribution to our summer series, I wasn’t surprised at all that he took the topic in his own unique direction, assembling and interactive quiz that draws from decades of pro wrestling inspiration. So pull out pen and paper, appreciate the wit and wisdom of Manof1000Holds, and perhaps gain a little more insight into your own homoerotic wrestling tastes.
———————
What’s Your Wrestling Personality Type 
by Manof1000Holds at Wrestling Arsenal 

We’ve learned from Bard’s series on Diverse Tastes this summer that there are all kinds of wrestling fans with a wide range of tastes. So what do a fan boy’s preferences and attractions tell us about him as a person? Can we gauge someone’s personality based on the sort of wrestler he prefers? Pro wrestling, after all, is just a reflection of our own fantasies, prejudices, hang-ups, and desires. Each wrestler’s persona is carefully crafted to excite, anger, arouse, attract, or outrage as many viewers as possible, so your response to a specific wrestler is based on your unique internal wiring.

So let’s conclude the “Diverse Tastes” series by seeing what a person’s favorite type of wrestler reveals about their personality. Below is a personality test that delves into your very soul as a wrestling fan, probing into your diverse tastes and darkest desires, to help you learn about what makes you tick.

To take this quiz, number your answer sheet from 1 to 20. Below you will see 20 sets of pictures. For each set, select the wrestler or tag team that appeals to you the most and enter the letter under that photo (A, B, or C) onto your answer sheet. Don’t over-think your choice — go with your gut. Ask yourself: Which wrestler drew my immediate interest? If the wrestlers were in the ring, which one would I focus on or stare at the most? Or ask yourself, if the group suddenly appeared in your living room and offered you one match, who would you choose as your opponent? (Sorry fans of Two-on-One torture — only one selection per group is allowed!)

After you’ve made your 20 selections, click on the Results link below for a customized assessment of your personality. Let’s begin…

…..
…..
…..
Thanks for taking the quiz, now check out the Results.

Planes, trains and automobiles…

wrestlebardLeave a comment
I’ve been posting sparsely this week because I’ve been traveling… a lot. I’ve spent quality time in 6 airports and 2 train stations in the past 8 days. The bad news is that my opportunities to post new material here have been limited by jet lag and spotty internet access. The good news is that I’ve enjoyed spotting countless summer hunks worshipping the sunshine with a dearth of skin coverage.

I love travel particularly for the opportunity it brings to widen my gaze. While I haven’t conceptualized this post as part of this summer’s “Diverse Tastes” series, my thoughts turn to how much I appreciate hunk watching outside my own familiar haunts. It’s inspiring to get a taste of the fashions, hairstyles, races and ethnicities, strides and swaggers that I just don’t see in my neighborhood. Hell, I even saw several studs making skinny jeans look hot, and I honestly never thought that was possible.

I had one brush with fame. Sadly, it wasn’t Alexander Skargård at the airport. I’ll just say it was a Torchwood hunk whose ass features prominently in one very fond scene.

Planes, trains and automobiles. Boats and trams. Beaches and High Streets. Parks and stadiums. With an eye for hunk-spotting, getting there is at least half the fun.

I have more travel coming up, which may disrupt my posting schedule further. However, I think I’ll have  dependable internet access and at least a little disposable time to keep neverland a summer destination for you to see and be seen.

Wherever the season finds you (and I realize some readers of this blog are in the middle of winter), I hope that you’re blessed with an abundance of beautiful men, arousing wrestling, a little of exactly what you want, and a lot of what you didn’t even know you wanted until you found it.

Safe travels!

Diverse Tastes – Guest Contributor Stay Puft

wrestlebardLeave a comment

Another guest contributor and friend of this blog, Stay Puft brings us his take on the theme of “Diverse Tastes.” I think there’s an echo-chamber effect at times in the relatively small world of the online wrestling kink universe. Those of us with the expendable time to spare to regularly write blogs on the topic tend to have our voices relatively amplified over the hundreds or thousands each one of us statistically represents. Just a reminder that blogger accounts are free and you can start your own blog to expand the conversation on a regular basis. But short of a thousand homoerotic wrestling kink blogs, I’m happy to have regular readers and man-on-the-street consumers like SP join in this summer series for neverland, exploring what “Diverse Tastes” mean in homoerotic wrestling kink.  I like to think of myself as versatile and turned on by a wide range of tastes when it comes to bodies and looks, but SP’s range puts me to shame. I’d venture to guess that SP represents the many folks for whom diversity itself is a turn on, and for that, I’m always glad to get his perspective on what’s happening in the wrestling world.  ~Bard

Brian Kendrick



Daffney



I will start off by saying that while I am going to explore my own diverse tastes, I make no attempt to explain them, because they don’t necessarily make sense even to me.  My diverse tastes can briefly be summed up by looking at a time when TNA Wrestling had three of my favorites hired (though sadly under-utilized) at the same time: Brian Kendrick, Big Rob Terry, and Daffney.  Maybe Daffney doesn’t QUITE affect me the same as the first two, but I’m at least…fascinated enough to admit she deserves a mention.


Two of my earliest crushes were on Iron Mike Sharpe (“AAAARRRRGGGHHH!!!”) and Michelle Pfeiffer (“Meow.”), I guess that’s pretty diverse.  Although the wrestling side of things seemed to have taken the stronger hold early on.  (Oh, and I haven’t seen “Personal Effects” yet but it has Michelle Pfeiffer AND Ashton Kutcher, which is happy for me.)

Randy Orton
Kate Beckinsale

If I had to pick two people I thought might be THE most beautiful people, they would be Randy Orton and Kate Beckinsale.  (Their voices, their grace in motion.)  Although for sure, it’s only Randy I’d want to see in a wrestling match, don’t get me wrong.  (But in “Alice through the Looking Glass,” Kate was the only actress to take the lines from the book and sound like she was naturally, really saying it.  She’s so natural, and her hands are so long and slender.)

Jamie Scott of Graffiti6
Diverse tastes take things outside of the world of wrestling, and I think I’m in love with Jamie Scott of one of my favorite new English bands, Graffiti6.  His looks, his writing, and his voice, though not necessarily in that order.


Alistair Overeem

Rio Garza, Mike Knox, Alistair Overeem, Phil Baroni, Clay Guida, Chris Masters, Brody Steele, El Elegido, Brook Stetson, the Gambler, these people don’t fall into the same body types but they all do it for me. I do find that I don’t mind (in fact, I prefer) when I’m only attracted to one person in a match.  Then I can concentrate on him.

El Elegido

And…yes, I prefer jobber matches, squash matches, with the person I favor on the receiving end of the beating.  But there’s even diversity there, because sometimes enough’s enough, and I feel sorry for the person, and I WANT to see things turn around, but do I really…? (Pain and conflict is necessary for interesting narrative and can be incredibly arousing but at the end of the day I guess I just want everything to be okay.)

Big Rob Terry


And for the heavier (bodybuilder) end of the spectrum, Big Rob, Mike O’Hearn, etc., it bothers me when people dismiss anyone over a certain size with phrases like “‘roided up.”  I’m not naive enough to think there are no more steroids being used, but there are natural bodybuilders who I’d imagine take a certain amount of pride in what they achieve, and it seems petty to doubt their claims, or to over-generalize.  And for the people who DO use steroids, come on, you’re working so hard already, you’d still be beautiful without them, and is it REALLY worth risking any sort of side effect to your nether regions?

But going back to an earlier point, if there’s a match where I happen to be into both guys, that leaves a lot more room for the give-and-take.  Hm, and I could have gone somewhere with the hotness of seeing Chris Masters tap out, but the mixed sadness of thinking, “Oh no, he lost his match.”  And I was going to mention being a kid and hating when anything bad would happen to He-Man, and later on those bad things being exactly what would turn my crank, but I guess that might be less about diverse tastes and more about personal history or something, but on a side note, the Rants, ‘Roids & Rasslin’ blog has a great “He-Man in trouble” story going, which is very nostalgic.

Clay Guida

Favorites of mine have been hairy, smooth, ripped to shreds, sporting a big gut, mean and domineering, weasely, bitchy and submissive, long-haired, stubbly-to-bald.

Chris Masters

I’m not used to talking in front of people, so thank you. – SP


—————–


Thank you, SP! You’re awesome, and the diversity that turns you on in truly inspiring!

Independence

wrestlebard1 Comment
I nominate myself for the least patriotic person on the planet. It’s not that I’m unpatriotic, precisely, but I’m determinedly pragmatic. If I were selecting my country of citizenship like picking out a new car to buy, sure, I’d kick the tires of this nation of my birth. I’d appreciate many of the amenities. But doing the accounting when it comes to quality of life, personal liberty, and the alignment of core values, I’d have to say that the U.S. probably wouldn’t be the model I drive off the lot.

I realize this makes me a bad American. Not just to criticize, but to summarily judge this country to be inferior is not just offensive to many, its an unpardonable sin.

When the New York legislature recently passed a new law granting a legally recognized status to same-sex marriages, the crowd of LGB activists in the gallery erupted into incoherent shouts of joy that quickly coalesced around a deep, passionate chant: “U-S-A, U-S-A, U-S-A…” 
I thought to myself, What does that even mean? I usually hear that chant at sporting events, where the crowd is crowing about their faith in the inherent, divinely sanctioned superiority of America. Surely those activists didn’t intend to imply that. As a nation, the law of the land continues to be the “Defense of Marriage Act.” As for the USA, we aren’t even going to break into the top 10 nations in order of when they eliminated legal barriers between the benefits afforded to opposite-sex and same-sex couples.

I suppose the activists chanting “U-S-A” upon the passage of the New York marriage equality bill may have been thinking ahead. Perhaps they were arguing for what was accomplished in New York to sweep across the rest of the USA. In that case, I’m left wondering why marriage is our rallying cry, rather than employment or housing protection. Why is the vision of equality for sexual minority Americans limited in scope to being granted the same faulty, broken, bankrupt institution of socio-religiously defined monogamous marriage that heterosexuals are fleeing in droves? And what about our national priorities that promote the spread of poverty and hunger? What about our political agenda to strip public education and health and human welfare funds and place them directly in the wallets of corporate robber barons and vampiric oil speculators? What about our irrational fear of collective welfare that prevents us at all costs from deciding that all Americans will have basic health care and safe homes and enough to eat and family planning resources and the compensated value of family caregiving and human dignity in old age… Perhaps we should check in with the activists of prior civil rights agendas right about now. Let’s ask the women in this country who get paid pennies on the dollar for their work about how it feels to have achieved the pinnacle of legislative equality nearly 100 years ago. Let’s ask our black brothers and sisters about how fulfilled they feel in their attainment of legal equality with the passage of the Civil Rights Act more than 45 years ago. These key battles that we concede the power to define our citizenship and equality and hopes and aspirations for ourselves and our national identity invariably move us merely inches in the miles of distance that stand between us and liberty.

I’m a bad American. I know it. I live always teetering on the edge of deciding whether to flee this country with each national election that illustrates that nearly or a little more than half of our voting populace desperately wants political leaders who are as ill-educated, religiously fanatical, bigoted and ignorant as they are. It’s not that I think any other country has their shit all together either, of course. But tallying up what I think are the priorities and values that I hope to guide the community in which I enthusiastically participate and identify, I have to say, the USA is not in the top 3.

Happy Independence Day, everyone.

Name That Cock: The Weiner Edition

wrestlebardLeave a comment

Perhaps I should call this week’s quiz Name That Cock: Current Events. In our body-phobic, sex-phobic culture, personally I think that we need to see more, not less, cock. In and of themselves, big beautiful cocks should not be scandalous, disgraceful, or disqualifying of anything. So take a long, hard gander at these close-up views of cock, and see if you can identify which “current events” homoerotic wrestler is the owner of each beautiful tool. Let’s officially resist the hegemonic assumption that the sight of cock requires public flagellation and Puritanical blood-letting! The rules are the same as always: name the homoerotic wrestlers to whom these cocks belong. If you name all the cocks below in addition to the opponents faced in the photographed wrestling matches, I’ll write you a custom piece of wrestling fiction and you can name the topic for next week’s quiz.

Cock(s) #1:
Either cock here can qualify for a correct answer, but both will get you the full points you need to progress toward claiming a prize. These two gorgeous, uncut cocks are quite the prize, in and of themselves. I’ve speculated that the  sexy-as-hell homoerotic wrestler on the right is one of us. The homoerotic wrestler on the left has a just-released G-rated match for another company that’s also a current event.
Cock #2:
This cock is hot off the presses news. We’ve seen him elsewhere in PG-rated homoerotic wrestling fare, so imagine my surprise to discover that he not only is ready to whip out his cock to awe his opponents into submission, but that he has such an aesthetically stunning piece of meat. I’ve mentioned before that I think it’s difficult for really big muscle boys to have proportionally impressive tools, but this breaking-news badboy clearly has no problem at all keeping everything in perspective.
Cock #3:
I feel like we all need to stand up and salute this fantastic phallus. This recent headliner has a body built for destruction to go along with this cock constructed for conquest. With this secret weapon unsheathed, the twink rookie who faced him, eye-to-cock, in this match was always going to go down.
Cock #4:

Here’s another hot-off-the-presses cock that I’m terribly excited to see more of. The hard, muscled, tatted body that’s connected to this pierced quarter pounder is my kind of homoerotic wrestler in so many ways! The word is that this is a grudge match, and that scores are settled. Considering I also have quite the crush on the lips in this pic, I can tell that this will be a match that I must own.

 Cock #5: 
Admittedly, this is a little blurry, but I love this snapshot of bodies stretched and bent and wrapped up together like a soft pretzel with mustard on top. I’ll admit it: I get a particularly perverse pleasure when I watch the homoerotic wrestler whose cock is pictured here get pummeled and plowed. This late-breaking match doesn’t disappoint on that count. The really priceless pic (I’ll show tomorrow) is the look of worried awe on this wrestler’s face as he stares down the mammoth, hard-to-believe-if-you-haven’t-seen-it cock on the opponent who’s twisted him up in this pic above.
Good luck, gentlemen. I hope you have fun with it, because if we can’t have fun with beautiful bodies and awesome cocks, then we deserve the oppressive, far-right, self-righteous straight regimes to which most of us are living under in one form or another these days.

Name That Ass

wrestlebardLeave a comment
Jobberinnyc kicked ass in last week’s quiz… well, perhaps it’s closer to say that he slapped some cocks. This week we’re back to asses, though. Below are a few of my favorite things, and in particular, the gorgeous asses of homoerotic wrestlers. These 5 wrestlers grabbed my attention in large part on the strength of their beautiful glutes. There are some new infatuations and some long standing favorites, as well. Name the 5 homoerotic wrestlers below, and you get a gold star and an extra heaping helping of praise. Name all 5 wrestlers as well as all seven (yes, that’s a hint) opponents they faced in the photos below, and you will be certified as a homoerotic wrestling aficionado and be offered the opportunity to choose the topic for next week’s Name That quiz. Good luck, and let me know how you do.
Ass #1:
Stunningly handsome muscle hunk alert! 5’6″, 170 pounds, he takes on a much bigger muscle brute in this bout and astonishingly matches him pound for pound in brute strength. Every inch of his body is captivating, but that sweet, round ass on top of those thick thighs and at the base of that tiny waist leaves me wanting much, much more.

Ass #2:
This gorgeous surfer boy butt made this homoerotic wrestler an instant favorite of mine. 6’0″, 200 pounds, with an all-over, Southern California tan, he simply cannot wait to lose the trunks in his most recent match, from which this pic comes.
Ass #3:
I’ve been challenged for handing out the mantle of “classic” too generously, but screw it. It’s my blog, and so when I say this gorgeous muscle ass is classic, clearly it’s just my opinion. And my opinion is that this homoerotic wrestler was one of the very top tier most beautiful muscle boys in the business. I can find precious little on this hunk other than that he measured in at 5’9″ and 180 pounds and wrestled in 6 products (well, two of them only loosely count as wrestling in my book). His filmography is just far to brief, but I love every minute of him on screen.
Ass #4:
This homoerotic wrestler took me by surprise. I wasn’t expecting to be quite so turned on by him, but not only is the ass here sincerely squeezable, his snarling, sneering attitude and sadistic delight in dominating is crazy hot. 5’11”, 168 pounds, he’s no ripped muscle stud, and he simply doesn’t need to be, because his wrestling and his sell (and that accent!) makes all sorts of things pump harder within me.
Ass #5:
5’11” and 180 pounds, the homoerotic wrestler wrapped up so beautifully here has a permanent place in the pantheon of my fantasy wrestlers. He only wrestled twice, as far as I know (please, please tell me where else I can find more of his work), which probably accounts for the fact that I’ve never mentioned him around these parts before. But that oversight is happily about to be corrected. He had movie star good looks, perfect proportions, a smile that brings me to my knees, and an enthusiasm for his ring wrestling performances that makes up for any lack of polish. With a body and a face so stunning, you only need one name.
Send me your answers or post them in the comments below. Feel free to work together. This is an open-notes quiz. Good luck, and you may begin…

Name That Cock

wrestlebard3 Comments
Memorial Day weekend has been tough on me.  I enjoy visiting family, but I’m inevitably stuffed with junk food, bored to tears with stories about my infinite nieces and nephews, and deprived of high speed internet. Hell, I tell you. This week’s quiz was ready to publish yesterday, but the only internet access I had either couldn’t handle the data-transfer of these five pics, or it just couldn’t swallow these close-ups of five big, beautiful cocks. Now that I’m reconnected to the real world, here’s this week’s quiz, our second edition of Name That Cock. See if you can identify the homoerotic wrestlers equipped with these impressive tools…
Cock #1:
5’10”, 160 pounds, ever-ready hard-on, 14 homoerotic wrestling matches that I know of, only 2 of which failed to feature unobstructed views of his lead pipe. Here, he’s tied up and getting his trunks pulled so tight that his throbbing cock looks like it’s getting choked into submission by his waistband.
Cock #2:
5’11”, 173 pounds, this is top shelf porn-quality cock. I can put my hands on five matches featuring this muscle stud, the most recent one (pictured here) putting him over .500. 
Cock #3:
5’10, 174 pounds, a considerable amount of that weight swinging between his legs. He taped around 16 homoerotic wrestling matches, half of which have him unleashing this boa constrictor on his awe-struck opponents, hypnotized by its ponderous pendulum swing. While his tag-team matches are my favorite examples of his work, the match pictured here is a 1-on-1 with another muscle hunk who, normally, would have been able to claim the most awesome cock in the ring. This time, however, his martial arts, ridiculous good looks, and “quarter pounder” were no match for the “whole Big Mac” pinning him to his back in the middle of the ring.
Cock #4:
Another top-shelf porn presence, this 6’1″ 245 pound musclebound fuck freak is probably known to most from his porn work that didn’t involve wrestling (though mash-ups of his wrestling seem to be awfully popular in some corners of the globe lately). You can get full credit for naming either of his stage names, but you’ll get extra credit for naming both. Here he has his bleach blond opponent helpless in a torture rack in possibly the least creatively named product ever.
Cock #5:
6’1″, 170 pounds of aptly named homoerotic wrestling icon. This homoerotic wrestler is always seamless in his devastating, all-in, fantastically focused sadistic wrestling assault and the inevitable sexual domination that must follow. Here, he’s beaten his lucky/unlucky opponent (who’s stock continues to steadily rise with me) with every inch of his body, culminating in a cock-whipping with the punk’s nose crushed beneath his balls.
Best of luck to you, boys. I hope you were able to celebrate the Memorial Day weekend with plenty of sweet, hard, beautiful cocks!

Name That Tat

wrestlebardLeave a comment
Life is settling back on track for me after a burst of incredibly busy, yet productive activity. Now, with time to pay attention to the really important things, I’m happily posting more regularly again here. I even put some good time in on a fictional wrestling story for Producer’s Ring yesterday. For what I hope to be a more interactive angle on this blog, here’s a new Name That Tat quiz for you. On the scant evidence below, name the sexy homoerotic wrestlers who sport this ink. For extra credit, name the opponents they battled in these pics (there’s one trick question on that count). Run the board, and I’ll send you a close up of one of my own tats and laud your homoerotic wrestling expertise far and wide. Good luck, and let me know what you come up with.
Tat #1:
I could have sworn that I’d featured this tat in a prior Name That quiz, but I can’t seem to find it. So here’s a distinctive shoulder tat for a wrestler with lots of releases lately (in only one sense of the word). 6′ tall, 190 pounds (quite a bit of it dangling from right around halfway up). This pick comes from his most recent release (again, in only one sense of the word). 
Tat #2:
Another shoulder tat here. Bonus points if you can translate it… then again, I can’t translate it, so you can say just about anything and I’ll just have to believe you.  This 5’8″, 200 pound major league pornboy hunk has been swimming in the non-pornboy end of the homoerotic wrestling pool, other than a bit of nudity, as far as I can tell. I think he may never have looked hotter than in this particular match, in which his purple and yellow trunks just barely manage to do the bare minimum required of them, due to his astonishingly round, muscled bubble butt.

Tat #3:

Here’s another translation bonus for you (I do know the correct answer to this one). This is another wrestler with some recent releases to his credit. He’s a tasty, big boy treat (5’10” and 210 pounds of thick muscle everywhere). If he’d have been marketed as Jace Bradley’s “little” brother, I’d have totally bought it… but he appears not to be marketed that way in his recent debut on the scene. This match was his debut against another debuting, tatted muscle god.

Tat #4:

Continuing the theme of recent releases (in multiple senses of the word), this pair of delightful “stamps” are just beautiful, right at the tailbone above the striated muscle ass of this “big return” homoerotic wrestler. The only stat I can find for him is 8″, but I swear that’s not the most impressive measurement on this big, hard muscle boy. This match is, indeed, his “big return” to the homoerotic wrestling scene. Welcome back!

Tat #5:

On the other end of the chronological spectrum, this is a classic in all regards. Classic ink, classic homoerotic wrestler, classic hairy muscle hunk heel. I’m not finding his bio, so this one may be strictly for the seasoned experts out there. Trick is, I don’t know if there is an opponent that goes with this pic. It looks more like a promotional pick of the muscle stud, and his gear doesn’t quite seem to fit with any of the matches that I can find pics of him for. So, all in all, this seems like it could be particularly tricky for the novices is homoerotic wrestling fandom.

Good luck! I’ll post answers tomorrow.