I’ve promised myself not to lobby too hard for any of my favorite homoerotic wrestlers up for end-of-the-year best of BG East “BGs” awards, but I will tell you that you need to vote. I will not attempt to sway public opinion. I will not attempt to sway public opinion. I will not attempt….
I’m late in anointing a new Homoerotic Wrestler of the Month. I’ll get to it, but in the mean time, let me dedicate this edition of Tuesday Trunk Pulls to the still reigning HWOTM, for the moment, the living legend himself, Brad Rochelle. Trunk pulls get my juices flowing a little faster, particularly when the pull-ee is a hunk with sculpted muscles, boyish innocence, and a telegraphed unlikeliness to venture into the deep end of homoerotic wrestling, where gear gets stripped entirely. The trunk pull teases and titillates, tempting with a glimpse or even just a hint of the beauty beneath the trunks, a treasure that possibly no one may get their hands on in the ring, but nevertheless inspires boundless hopes and fantasies. I think there may be no better ambassador for the power of the trunk pull than epic babyface beauty, Brad Rochelle. In order of his appearances, here are the trunk pulls (delivered and received) of a storied, inspiring career in homoerotic wrestling…
Of course, Brad fans and homoerotic wrestling sleuths discovered long ago that, although Brad has never bared all in the ring… yet…. he was featured as a “real man of the month” in Playgirl where he proved that every inch we’ve never seen was just as pretty as every inch we had.
Can-Am is previewing in Can-AmMax a new pro wrestling-themed product that looks like it’s yet to be released. At least I can’t find it yet on the main page. I’ve been excited over the past year or two to see Can-Am return to the ring. Ring wrestling certainly isn’t the only thing that strokes my wrestling kink, but it’s the most dependable. This newest yet-to-be-release from Can-Am stars two of the most prolific studs in homoerotic wrestling, Cameron Matthews and Jobe Zander, starring in “Pro Challenge.”
Enjoying photo previews of soon-to-be-released matches feels a little like that giddy moment when you know someone well enough to ask them out on a first date. There’s definitely something attractive about the glimpses Can-AmMax gives of Pro Challenge, but we have precious little to really go on. So, in the meantime, we’re left to fantasize about what’s yet in store, what we’ll learn and witness and, hopefully, fall in love with when we get our eyes on the actual action. I feel confident that we can expect to see some all-in, extremely well-formed homoerotic wrestling characters, because both Jobe and Cameron have resumes longer than my arm proving that they know how to sell a story. Based on the photos, both hunks look like they were in seriously fit shape for this taping. Of course, it seems like a solid guarantee that there will be an abundance of trunk-spectacle, considering Cameron has one of the most eye-catchingly luscious asses in the business and Jobe has one of the most eye-catchingly packed pouches.
Whether its implied or I’m projecting my hopes and desires, I fully anticipate this to be a highly entertaining, hard hitting, joint wrenching, ball busting, trunk pulling, trash talking extravaganza, considering the aforementioned arm-length resumes these two sport. Cameron has been on a bit of a bid to turn heel, which is an uphill (upheel?) battle for a hunk as babyfaced and bubble-butted as he is. Jobe, on the other hand, has been official heel-in-residence at Can-Am for quite a while now, ripping hot, pornboy musclestuds apart, piece by piece, generally starting with their balls.
If it were up to me, I’d love to see Jobe work up another wave of crushing, humiliating, cheating, vicious brutality all over the mouthwateringly hot bod of perpetually babyfaced Cameron for about 25 minutes of jaw-dropping, total-sell action. I’d even give Jobe the green light to ham it up (because, really, who’s going to be able to restrain him from doing so?), even though he frequently tips right over the top into caricature that pulls me out of the fantasy a bit in past performances. Because after that 25 minute steam roll of beautiful Cameron, during which that monster crotch of Jobe’s would absolutely be required to press provocatively against Cameron’s glorious glutes in a ton of reverse bearhugs, back suplexes, and flat-out butt-humping, Cameron would finally get pushed over that elusive edge and go fucking nuts all over Jobe and his bieberesque Hollywood highlights.
Yes, I harbor a deep longing for Cameron to boomerang around that heel turn with a vengeance! And an epic heel turn like that, in the ring with such a loudmouthed, (quite literally) cocky bully like Jobe, would require some boundaries to be pushed. For example, Jobe’s jackhammer has, as far as I’ve seen, never been seen. In my fantasy telling of Pro Challenge, Cameron goes ape shit all over the bleached blond badass and rips Jobe’s trunks off by the seams. Don’t waist a Cameron heel turn on Jobe-as-usual, damn it! Let’s see the contrapuntal epic jobber-turn for Jobe, crushed, humiliated, stripped, tied up, tied down, spread open wide, and face smothered by the most smotherable ass on the planet. Jobe’s been an oddly demure son of a bitch for having his hand down the trunks of so many hotly muscled pornboys. If ever there was a comeuppance due, I say it would be Jobe’s SoCal tanned bod naked, cornered, and forced to jerk himself off while Cameron keeps him teetering on the edge of being sleepered out cold.
I know, I know. The probability that just about any of my fantasy reading of the preview pics for Pro Challenge actually resembles the product to be released is almost non-existent. Both Cameron and Jobe have kept at least a modicum of modesty (i.e., trunks or, at least, thongs) throughout their careers, again, as far as I’ve seen (please correct me if I’m wrong). While Jobe’s been handily crushed a few times, particularly at BG East, Can-Am has been pushing him as quite the terrifyingly unstoppable heel, so messing with that momentum probably isn’t in the cards.
But it could be. It could be absolutely perfect. It could be the perfect fit to my fondest fantasies. So despite disappointments in the past, I pluck up the courage and ask the hot studs so full of potential and possibility, “Wanna go on a date?”
I’m entirely on board with the erotic power of a tree of woe. The ToW is an example of how some homoerotic wrestling gems simply require a professional wrestling ring. Hang a hammered hunk upside down in the corner, his knees draped over the top ropes and his feet locked in place beneath the cable connecting the turnbuckle to the post, and there’s all sorts of a hot wrestling gold that’s suddenly ripe for picking. It’s a maneuver that signals total control over a mastered man. The subject of woe is laid out so vulnerably, his body not just on display, but trussed up beautifully for easy access to innovative methods of torture. There’s a little crossover here between bondage kink and wrestling kink, with enough of both to show due respect to all parties involved, as far as I’m concerned. In honor of those of you who harbor a special place in your hearts and crotches for an agonizing, dominating, body manipulating tree of woe (and I hear from you often), this post is for you. Here are 10 ideas for what to do with an opponent once you’ve trapped him in a tree of woe.
Neverland readers occasionally overestimate my integration within the formal hierarchy of homoerotic wrestling. They ask me to arrange for someone in particular to get an audition with a wrestling producer, or they request that I put in a good word for a particular combination of wrestling opponents to appear in a future match. The truth is, although I write and obsess a lot about homoerotic wrestling, my influence on its production is minimal-to-non-existent. I picture myself more as a part of the press corps, appreciated by a precious few who actually make the news, tolerated by most of the rest of the producers and wrestlers, and despised by a handful of the star players (sometimes for legitimate reasons, I’ll admit). Although I muse incessantly about my own lusts for particular motifs and tag team partners and opponents, I can think of only two instances when I’ve expressed a detailed wish for a future homoerotic wrestling production that actually ended up being produced.
The first homoerotic wrestling match that seemed to fall like mana from heaven a few months after I wrote about the need to see it produced was BG East’s Sexiest: Breaking Point mat match. Rusty Stevens and Mitch Colby had traded my loyalties back and forth, each claiming and losing the title of my reigning favorite homoerotic wrestler to each other repeatedly. Holy hell, the two of them wore me out for something like a year and a half, turning me on harder and harder with each new release they starred in seperately! What was needed, I mused here at neverland, was a direct, head-to-head confrontation in which the two premiere fantasymen appealing to my fondest homoerotic wrestling desires showed up in the same place to work their magic on each other, proving decisively and indisputably which one of them was the champ of grabbing my cock and milking me dry. This seemed an unlikely item for my wish list, since Rusty had never appeared in a homoerotic wrestling production east of the Mississippi. They were both Naked Kombat veterans, but I got the impression from somewhere that Mitch was not interested in going down that path again. So when BG East released in the summer of 2010 The Breaking Point, I felt faint at the sight of Rusty and Mitch in sweat-soaked jock straps barreling down on one another on the Florida mats (so okay, I had asked for a Boston ring match, but whadevah). Was I in any way responsible for this stroke of casting genius? I suspect not, and no one has ever suggested that was the case. But like a prayer to Poseidon, the expression of my heart’s desire was followed closely enough by its realization that I felt a little moment of self-efficacy over the homoerotic wrestling gods. Maybe, just maybe, I could feel like I had just a little to do with Rusty’s one and only venture (so far) into BG East territory.
The second instance of inspired booking that I probably don’t have absolutely any right to claim…but I’ll imply that I do… is the opening match in BG East’s new release, Wrestlefest 3, pitting my now-reigning favorite homoerotic wrestler, Lon Dumont, against his former protege, babyface bruiser and former HWOTM here, Cameron Matthews. In my interview with Lon early in 2011, he mentioned he was Cam’s “original pro wrestling trainer,” and that in their careers, they’d wrestled one another 3 or 4 dozen times. “Damn, that would be something I’d like to see!” I replied. “Perhaps we’ll see you two in action through BGE sometime.” Enigmatically, Lon responded, “Perhaps so.”
Merely 2 and a half years later, BG East released Wrestlefest 3, checking off another fondest wish on my list. This match sets off a non-stop fireworks-finale in my crotch for the duration of this intensely hot ring confrontation. The word apparently is that Lon’s return to wrestling competition hasn’t entirely been welcomed by his former mentee, particularly not when Lon was overheard boasting that he was “classing up” BG East since his arrival. As an unabashed Lon-fanatic, I see nothing at all wrong with crediting Lon with bringing a boatload of class, a simply massive ring repertoire, and a melts-in-my-mouth gorgeous physique that’s done nothing at all bad for the BGE universe. Impolitic? Perhaps. But wrong? I’m unapologetically on Lon’s side as this drama unfolds.
I’m not the only one on Lon’s side, but it’s close. Fulfilling another of my oft-mentioned longings, BG East filmed this match in front of a live audience comprised of BG East wrestlers. Everyone of them is instantly pulling for red-white-and-blue bedecked Cameron, except for the lusty cheers that Blaine Janus has for my reigning favorite homoerotic wrestler, Lon. The rest of the boys at ringside are fucking relentlessly taunting and insulting Lon, but Blaine is channeling my deepest longing by cheering Mr. Dumont on and making at least a couple undisguised passes at the bodybuilder beauty. Note to self: I need to interview Blaine Janus, because that boy has stunningly awesome taste!
This match is phenomenal! There’s always a danger of the real thing not living up to the hype and anticipation, but Lon and Cameron bring precisely what I would hope to this match: intensely high quality pro wrestling action, stunningly hot bodies squeezed and pried apart from every angle, and about 3 quarts of sweat (mostly produced by Cameron, I think, but liberally lubricating both of these specimens of gorgeous muscle!). The back and forth is fantastically intense, and early going Lon is simply outmuscled and dominated by his bigger, younger, chip-on-his-shoulder opponent. Watching Lon’s hot bod get manhandled ranks as one of the top 10 wonders of the homoerotic wrestling world, as far as I’m concerned.
Full-contact audience participation is achingly sweet, and the Cam-fans at ringside are simply giddy when they exploit every opportunity they can to get their hands on Lon. I understand the impulse. The cocky veteran appears to have a blind spot for an audience inexplicably aching to watch him get crushed, and Skip Vance and Ben Monaco in particular successfully get underneath Lon’s flawless skin and do what audiences do best, assault the oversized egos in the ring and serve as the third man, distracting cocky heels from their appointed rounds.
I don’t think I’ve seen Lon take quite the abuse that his junior colleague dishes out in Wrestlefest 3. Sure, he got pounded into dust by giant Joe Robbins in Gut Bash 8, but Cameron’s measured delivery of precise quantities of trash talk, blinding speed, acrobatic athletics, and ring savvy moves absolutely stymie my top wrestler-crush throughout a good portion of this match in ways I’ve just not witnessed. Cam catches Lon’s fantasy physique in such compromising positions that this match quite literally requires about 3 times longer than the running time for me to get through the whole thing in one sitting.
If there’s one thing that can raise my temperature hotter than watching Lon’s muscles dominated, it’s watching him muscle his way back into contention and start to apply the pedal to the metal in overcoming a young stud opponent. Just watching Lon’s chiseled abs pump and flex as he bears down on this babyface beauty in an abdominal stretch is mesmerizing! And don’t think for a minute Lon isn’t a crowd pleaser (despite the complaints of everyone at ringside other than Blaine), because he yanks on those adorably heroic American flag trunks of Cameron’s to show us Cam’s real moneymaker, that mindblowing ass!
The competition is way too close for Lon to own the momentum for long at any one time, and even with seconds left in the contest the victory remains in question. These two are master storytellers, so the tension is stroked hotter and harder with such expertise, such passion, such a generous spirit for the viewing audience. The former student’s confident call-out of his former mentor teeters back and forth between folly and fate, and every second Cameron gets to feel Lon’s muscle body constricting around him is another moment I’m insanely jealous.
Praise be to the homoerotic wrestling gods that heard my prayers and made this match happen, because watching these to men who know each other so well, with such a history of mutual admiration as well as a burning grudge, is epic. BG East is a better place for having both of these highest class of athletes on board. And if you’re wondering whether Cameron knocks his bodybuilder mentor down a few pegs, I’ll just say that I (and Blaine) were intensely pleased to watch the climax of this barely controlled chaos of a pro wrestling match for gay eyes. So much muscle. So much sweat. Such beautiful wrestling.
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| Illustrated Eli: BG East’s Mat Hunks 9 |
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| Kevin Crowes’ crows: Can-Am’s Pro Sex Fight 4 |
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| Paul Hudson’s tatted bicep makes Lon Dumont just a little less pretty. |
Lon Dumont’s skin is smooth, clear and entirely absent of foreign pigment. It’s not the art tatted onto Lon’s body that has propelled him into the top echelons of my favorite homoerotic wrestlers, but the incredible beauty of his competition physique paired with a smart, vicious persona and high quality pro wrestling execution. What could make me root against my reigning favorite!? I think it’s two things, really. One, there’s something deeply stirring watching a whittled to an anatomy chart physique star go slack over and over in a knock outs match, and (more to the point of this post), his opponent Paul Hudson surprises me by smacking me firmly into the Hudson camp with his bulging trunks and upper arm ink. Lon’s face slack and smashed into the black band inked across Paul’s right bicep is simply gorgeous.
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| Illustrated MJ rides Attila’s ass |
The 3rd match in Mat Hunks 9 catches me by surprise by how compelled I am by it. Attila Dynasty (and in particular, his ass) has long been an infatuation of mine. But MJ Vergara is visually astonishing the moment he walks into the BG East mat room and shoves Attila stumbling ahead of him. The mohawked muscle man is amazingly built, veins popping, muscles bulging, 25 inch waist (my guess, I haven’t measure him myself… but I’d be very happy to). His bold, beautiful tattoo stretched across the whole of his left pec and massive deltoid and trapezius muscles is simply beautiful! Attila is such a smart ass, such a cocky, swaggering, proven-dangerous son of a bitch, of course, and there are plenty of matches in which that character is exactly the one I can’t wait to watch work up a head of sadistic steam all over his crushed opponent’s body. Not this time, however. Fuck, I’m all on board with compact muscle stud MJ going ape shit all over Attila’s fine, fine ass, and I’m thinking that he’s got me sucked in to identifying with his plans for bully revenge thanks in large part to that gorgeous ink that absolutely swallows up Attila whole.
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| Beauty and power you just have to touch. |
Chace LaChance and Braden Charron in BG East’s Summer Sizzler’s bonus are both in the best shape I’ve ever seen either of them, and sporting more ink than I think we’ve ever seen on either phenomenal muscle men. All of that inked muscle wrapped around each other, squeezing, stretching, and flexing is breathtaking. Who to root for when both stunning physique stars are in the best condition and most extensive ink ever? It’s a toss up for me, but I’m not complaining. There’s no way this can miss!
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| Big Sexy’s big, sexy ink on display. |
Less surprising is Thunder’s Arena’s Big Sexy owning my lustful allegiance in Battle Space 45. If there’s a “total package” in homoerotic wrestling these days (by the way I estimate packages, at least), Big Sexy probably has the best claim. He’s smart and funny, highly skilled on the mats, handsome as hell, beautifully built, one of the most fuckable asses on the planet, and all of that beautiful artwork! Both an artist and a work of art, I’m entirely a Big Sexy fanatic when he steps onto the mats with the entirely tattooless muscles of a muscle star, Muscles.
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| Oiled ink on ridiculously hot Landon Conrad. |
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| Specimen illustrates total domination. |
Thunder’s Arena has long been the place for the battles of the big men, and Battle Space 46 is a prime example. Looking for everything like Superman’s alternate universe arch enemy Bizzaro, bad boy and mighty meat head Vinny was never going to be my man after the tiff he dusted up around his “gay taunt” earlier in his Thunder’s career. But then again, with beautiful, branded beef like Specimen is serving up, it wasn’t like Vinny had a chance anyway. Beat his ass, make him cry, and give him an up-close examination of every tat, Specimen!
My final tat shout out is for another a BG East newcomer, bad ass Vic Madone. Vic is a perfect example of the difference between still frame homoerotic wrestling images and homoerotic wrestling in action. In still frame, this gorgeous stud is GORGEOUS! I mean, crystal blue eyes to swim in. A face that should be hocking ultra-expensive men’s cologne. A lickable body that appears to be the perfect intersection of form and function. Even with all of those very, very nice tats, I could picture still-frame Vic easily donning a tuxedo and walking a red carpet (and then climbing into a wrestling ring for a rip-n-strip extravaganza). But when I watched his debut match on Mat Hunks 9, there was nothing “pretty” about Vic. He mumbles non-stop, and I’d pay money for a translator, because I’m sure that incessant trash talk is sexy as shit. But Vic is an object of my lust like Michael Imperioli is in the Sopranos. He’s rough, mean as hell, machismo oozing out of his pours, and absolutely BRUTAL! Personally, I’m likely to root for anyone going up against Ray Naylor simply because I’m dying to see someone seriously ride that epic ass of his. But Vic is honestly phenomenal in this match, slowly warming me up from an initial tingling in my crotch to a full-on raging fever over the course of the first 5 minutes. I pity anyone who faces this hot, inked hunk, but I fully expect that if anyone does, you can count on me standing right behind Vic in anticipation of him doing serious damage.
So ink seems to be adding up to my allegiance lately. Of course, just because I’m rooting for one wrestler to win doesn’t mean I don’t thoroughly enjoy being surprised, having my boy bested, watching the power I’m invested and identified with tamed and conquered. But tattooed muscles wrapping up and locking down an outmatched opponent is a particular brand of hot for me.
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| Eli Black faces Cameron Matthews in BG East’s Mat Hunks 9 |
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| An ass-lovers feast for the eyes! |
First let me just get the most obvious out of the way and say connoisseurs of fine, athletic, aesthetic wrestling asses will be in heaven. Cameron was barely edged out of the title of best ass of 2013, and no one, including Eli Black, has failed to notice that Eli’s lean, lean, lean rump is simply phenomenal. In many ways, this is a study in contrasts, with Cameron’s meaty, round bubble butt juxtaposed next to Eli’s anatomy chart muscle glutes. On the surface, this just begins to describe the apparent contrasts in this bout. Cameron is much better known for his extensive indy pro wrestling credentials, compared with Eli’s high performing amateur wrestling and cage fighting MMA resume. Cameron is a champion smart-ass, slapping down both trash talk and flirtatious double entendre in an intoxicating mixture that no one I’ve ever seen before can quite duplicate. Eli, on the other hand, seems to approach his matches with a more upright, straightforward mental approach, testing himself and his opponent until he finally finds 5th gear and goes ape shit all over whatever slice of beef gets trapped in his arsenal of holds. I can’t remember Cameron ever failing to speak directly to the homoeroticism of his wrestling, while I can’t remember if I’ve ever seen Eli name the homoerotic tension in his work out loud.
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| Cameron brings out something new in Eli |
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| Voluntarily and forcibly compromised positions abound |
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| Saddle up! |
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| Eli wrings the sweat out of Cameron’s gorgeous muscles |
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| Cameron teaches the new kid a little humility (just a little). |
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| Flirtatious banter and play turn joint-cracking serious |
Their match in Mat Hunks 9 is a barnburner to the very end. The power moves and muscle-against-muscle holds stubbornly persist until the very last moment of this match, when one truly astonished hunk takes a bruising blow to his ego by being forced to utter the final and decisive 3rd-in-a-row submission. This is extremely high quality mat wrestling, entertaining glimpses into both the intellectual and kinetic smarts of both boys, and chart-topping sexy, sexy, sexy viewing.
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| One of the most gorgeous shots of my reigning favorite homoerotic wrestler: Lon Dumont in Tag Team Torture 15. |
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| Current top contender for the favorite title showing off his award winning backside: Kid Karisma in Matmen 23. |
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| Alexi Adamov’s beautiful back muscles and bulging butt in Ring Revenge 1. |
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| The stunningly pretty shelf of Pretty Pete Sharp from Gazebo Grapplers 14. |
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| Paul Perris’ vintage backside beauty. |
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| Multiple HWOTM winner Denny Cartier’s beautiful back in trouble in Ring Revenge 1. |
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| Chace LaChance’s stunningly built back displayed to perfection in Braden Charron’s bear hug in newly released bonus to Summer Sizzlers. |
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| Tyrell Tomsen’s physical perfection from trapezius muscles to calves in Strip Stakes 1. |
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| Another vintage babyface bodybuilder back belonging to Can-Am’s Jonny Olson |
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| Cameron Matthew’s sweaty back glistens in new release Mat Hunks 9. |
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| Brad Barnes bulges everywhere. Everywhere. As he surveys demolished Chace in Pec Bash 2. |
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| Incredibly broad wingspan on long, strong Paladin facing Stage 2 of Jonny. |
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| Rio Garza showing off his Can-Am credentials along with his professional physique model body. |
Like fresh picked berries and crotch watching at the beach, BG East’s Summer Sizzler’s releases have become a seasonal treat for me. I’m a little dizzy from the initial overdose I just subjected myself to, scoping out the preview pics that are part of catalog 99.1, just released.
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| Boyfriend jobbers Skip and Christian make me think it’s not all bad getting crushed by Morgan Cruise. |
Making my eyes water the hardest are the initial shots of Tag Team Torture 16: Boyfriend Beatdown, featuring the combo I’ve been bitching and moaning in anticipation of for years. Skip Vance and his real life boyfriend (and former HWOTM) Christian Taylor climb into the ring together for a 2-on-1 battle against heel-risen Morgan Cruise. Holy shit, this looks insanely hot. This looks like it’s heading in all the right directions, and I’m a little breathless in anticipation.
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| Chace LaChance and Braden Charron are RIPPED! |
Speaking of breathless, shocking me just a little are the preview pics of the “Bonus Match” (for ordering all of the Summer Sizzlers) featuring Braden Charron and Chace LaChance both appearing to have physically peaked for the season at precisely the same moment that they climbed into the ring together. I may have seen Braden this ripped… possibly, but holy hell, I have never seen Chace as put together as this. Fuck. Me. Please.
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| Who’s Got Whom? Eli Black or Cameron Matthews? |
Mat Hunks 9 is a stand-alone compilation that delivers a pretty perfect 8-pack selection of thirst-quenching hunks such as I’m not sure I’ve seen all on one DVD before. 3-time HWOTM Eli Black looks like he’s got his hands full with former HWOTM Cameron Matthews. This is a fascinating pairing, I think, and Cameron’s showmanship combined with Eli’s intensity seems like a formula for either disaster or perfection. I’m voting for perfection.
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| Rafe Sanchez takes the ride of MY life! |
And speaking of perfection, former HWOTM and former and long-running overall favorite homoerotic wrestler of mine, Mitch Colby, snaps those tanned, rock hard thighs around the smooth, sexy head of long, long running infatuation of mine (though never a HWOTM), Rafe Sanchez (mmmmmmmm… Rafe). These two have appeared in some of the over the top sexiest wrestling I’ve ever enjoyed, so combined, I’m feeling dehydrated just thinking about it. And I’m not even going to mention the perfection of asses featured in the other two matches on Mat Hunks 9… yet.
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| Hot, hard muscles turned to jelly. |
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| Mr. Joshua had better watch his back (I’ll keep an eye on his front for him) |
Finally, Ring Hunks 1 (how is this only the first of that title!?) throws former overall favorite homoerotic wrestler Mr. Joshua’s massive package headlong into the dangerous machinations of former HWOTM and recent interviewee here, Aryx Quinn. If anyone can unleash the beast, surely it’s diabolical Aryx! Right?! Please!?
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| Another who’s got whom from Summer Sizzlers: Wrestle Shack 17… my money is on Dylon Robert’s thighs. |
So these releases technically fall in the month of May, but there’s no way I can assess them in time for tomorrow’s crowning of a new HWOTM, so they’re officially delayed to join the June releases. In the mean time, pass me a protein drink. I’m going in….
Like most people, I hate signing contracts. Whether it’s for cell phones, cable or the gym, companies love to lock us in then treat us like crap. BGEast is the exception, of course. They have a contract I was happy to sign. Not just once, but a whopping nine times.
For those that don’t know, The Contract is a fantastic series that stars Brad Rochelle, a true superstar. If there were a Hall of Fame for BGEast icons, he’d get in on the first ballot for sure. This is Brad at his best – believable as face and heel, victim and victor, dominator and jobber.
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| Brad gets duped |
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| Brad gets punished |
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| Brad’s had enough |
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| Brad’s in charge |
I love Brad’s nearly unmatched range in skill, attitude, flexibility and personality. He’s at his bendy best throughout. The beatdown from the Enforcer stands out for me, as does Brad’s initiations of studs like Alexi and Braden.
I love the long form storytelling aspect, which is so unique. Rock Hard Wrestling and Thunder’s Arena do have wrestlers reference past encounters, but it’s not quite the same feel.
I love the evolution of Brad’s character during the series from hapless victim to malevolent mastermind.
And I love Brad’s opponents. They include a who’s who of BGEast talent, from established stars to emerging talent to debuts by future favorites:
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| Kid Leopard |
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| BBW |
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| Aryx Quinn |
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| Jonny Firestorm |
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| The Enforcer |
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| Cameron Matthews |
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| Alexi Adamov |
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| Braden Charron |
Unless I missed one, the ending for The Contract is left to the viewer to imagine. Brad gets ratted out, as KL is told what’s going on, but his wrath is never seen.
I’d love to see more series like this. Given the way these things work, what any company should do is either complete the entire series in one filming or at least film a concluding chapter in case the rest never gets filmed. I think people would be forgiving of changing bodies and hair styles to get closure. We’re used to it.
What are your thoughts? Love or hate The Contract? Would you like to see more series? Weigh in through the comments!
~Alex
Sidelineland 