Kal Connor – Sidelineland

The Head Start

December 13, 2025 wrestlebardLeave a comment

I’m a big fan of this current chapter in Chace LaChance’s wrestling career. He’s always been jaw-droppingly hot eye candy. Fuck, do you remember what a beautiful, almost delicate twunk he was when he debuted for BG East? It’s been fascinating and awe-inspiring, watching him grow and mature, literally and figuratively. He’s always had hot attitude, even when (especially when) he’s about to get squashed. Those dynamics merely evolved, and I think only got hotter, as he packed on such phenomenal muscle mass over the years. Those huge shoulders, square pecs, and gorgeously peaked biceps getting undone, conquered, and dominated are sensationally hot. I get why he’s been a target of so many hunk bashes.

But when he gets a look at his meet-up wrestling opponent, Kal Connor, in BG East’s Motel Madness 26, Chace is not concerned in the least. “Well, now,” Chace smirks. “I’m certainly bigger than you are.” It’s a laughable understatement. BG East says they’re the same height, with Chace carrying 25 pounds more muscle than Kal. I think that difference might also be an understatement. “I give you that,” Kal snarks back, checking out Chace’s huge, hairy pecs. “But I’m pretty sure I can take you.” Fuck, the balls on Kal! I love a feisty, ripped, gorgeous lightweight with a munchable ass and no self-preservation instinct.

“I’ve heard that before from fucking little skinny boys,” Chace snorts dismissively. “I think I’m just too strong. So maybe I’ll give you a head start, maybe 5 minutes, I’ll just let you do whatever you want…. From there, I’ll just kick your ass.” So, yeah, let that premise sink in a minute. Chace is giving Kal 5 minutes to do to him anything he wants. Chace won’t fight back. All that luxurious muscle is just Kal’s to fuck with any way he wants. Yet another thing I absolutely love about Kal is that it takes him approximately 0.0025 seconds to pull his phone out and start a 5 minute timer.

We’ve seen Kal’s mean streak before, but honestly, I feel like him tucking into Chace’s buffet of succulent muscle kicks him into a whole new gear. He’s sucker punched Chace and thrown the legendary muscle boy to the bed in under 10 seconds. He’s seriously unleashed, pinning Chace to bed with a knee to the back and Chace’s bearded jaw getting ripped off his skull in a chin lock. Those five minutes have a super sweet and spontaneous feel about them. I think it’s one cut, legitimately just five minutes of a hungry twunk going to town on Chace’s gorgeous body. Chace has his game face on for about 2 minutes, acting like everything and the kitchen sink Kal is throwing at him doesn’t bother him in the least. But holy fuck, there’s no bluffing your way through the feral mauling Kal gives him. Kal’s dragon sleeper, cranking on Chace’s neck and pounding on those meaty pecs with the muscle man’s mouth buried in Kal’s armpit, is just fucking too much (meaning, EXACTLY the right amount of muscle boy punishment!). Chace gives up, snarling threats about the price Kal is going to pay for every second of those five minutes. I’m pretty sure I can read Kal’s mind as he doesn’t let up on the gas pedal for even a second. Whatever the price, it’s fucking worth it!

When Kal’s alarm goes off on his phone signaling the end of the five minutes, it’s like a sudden shift in gravitational pull as Chace briefly licks his wounds and then licks his chops. Holy shit, he delivers this avalanche muscle bullying brutality that makes me just a little worried for Kal’s safety along the way. Chace’s huge arms look like they’re swallowing the ripped lightweight whole in rib crushing bearhugs. Again and again, Chace powerslams Kal to the bed, which, on the one hand, leaves me thinking, “it’s a mattress, how much damage could that really do,” but then on the other hand I see Chace slamming his 190 pounds down on top of Kal and looking like he’s making a pancake out of the plucky boy. The move that recurs in my waking and sleeping dreams from this match is Kal, face down on the bed, with Chace pulling on his ankles and Chace’s foot drilling into his ass. “How you doing, little boy,” Chace asks rhetorically.

The things is, though, Kal’s not done. Sure, Chace had this scene plotted with him giving Kal enough rope in those first five minutes for the ripped anatomy chart twunk to deserve the unremitting squash in store for him. Sure, sure, despite stubbornly holding out, Kal submits several times, discretion being the better part of valor and all. But our boy is tough as fucking nails and strikes like a cobra when Chace is indulgently flexing and declaring victory prematurely. Kal finds that extra high gear again, crushing Chace in bodyscissors, and ripping Chace’s tree trunk thighs apart, and gut punching him, AND clawing the fuck out of the unmissable target of Chace’s massive, hairy pecs. Chace giving up outside of those gratuitous first five minutes is as fucking shocking as it is seriously hot!

I know some of you hate me for spoilers, but it can’t be too much of a shock to anyone with eyes that Chace turns this back around and crushes the mean boy like an avalanche again, right? But I swear it’s meaner, more sadistic and unhinged, precisely because Kal is not a pushover. Kal’s pluck and viciousness transform Chace from a vaguely disinterested legendary muscle boy into a seriously pissed off beast, and every twist and turn is intensely satisfying to watch.

Kal Connor needs a full on heel turn, please. Sign him for a match, and make sure that the version of Kal that shows up is the one that just about broke Forrest Taylor in half before planting those magnificantly sculpted naked glutes on Forrest’s face. Make sure it’s the version of Kal that looked like he was in ecstasy ignoring Chace LaChance’s angry submissions and savoring every moment of literally doing anything he wanted with the muscle boy. I’m fully on board for seeing a seriously ripped pretty boy with an award winning physique and adorably disarming baby face going full on heel on some lucky fucker who completely underestimates him.

Main Course & Dessert

August 6, 2025 wrestlebard4 Comments

I’ve been seriously impressed with Killian Ocampo. As I’ve mentioned before, that combination of boy next door beauty along with a powerful physique built to punish will always catch my eye. Lately, I’ve been deep into old World Championship Wrestling and Mid South Wrestling videos on YouTube, enjoying that nostalgic bump from watching matches I saw as a kid when they originally aired. Killian has an aesthetic that would’ve fit seamlessly with the likes of 80’s wrestling hunks like old school Jeff Jarrett, the Von Erichs, Tommy Rogers, and Jeff Gaylord. It’s not just what he looks like in still frame, though. I love Killian’s fire, too. He exudes attitude and character that take up more than his fair share of the wrestling ring. He’s hungry and aggressive, and fuck, he wants to beat the shit out of six-pack abs wherever he finds them.

In Undagear 41, he sets his sights on the award-winning six-pack on stunningly ripped Kal Connor. Kal’s conditioning is just mind-blowing. He’s perennially in peak form. Honestly, if you’re studying for an upcoming anatomy and physiology exam, just pull up Kal’s pics and take a crystal cut tour of the human musculature on display without an ounce of body fat. Don’t get me wrong. Kal’s got a beautiful face that’s perfectly poised at the border of cute and handsome. But I can’t take my eyes off of that fucking incredible body! Yes, this is the phenom who won the awards for Best Body and Best Abs in his debut year with BG East. He wrestles fierce and mean, but if you look up the term “heel bait” in the dictionary, you’re going to find a photo of Kal. Big, mean heels are just lined up to fuck up that super fine physique.

But Undagear 41 reads like a super intense babyface brawl. I was totally expecting Killian to be the one to bring the heat in this match, but Kal’s out to defy expectations. He instantly starts pumping on a side headlock, and Killian looks about as surprised as I am that Kal’s taking charge. Killian has to fight his way to the starting line in this match, but once he does, he gets some of that hot, mean offense in, instantly targeting Kal’s top shelf abs, of course. Kal patiently takes a solid beating, waiting for a break. Just as he’s getting whipped from corner to corner, that break comes when he reverses a whip, catapulting a clearly astonished Killian and pounding him hard into the corner. Maybe Killian’s rethinking his tunnel-vision offense on Kal’s abs as the anatomy chart takes revenge on Killian’s gut. Solid punches and kicks pound the air out of Killian, and then smooth as a silk, Kal executes a gorgeous, spine-bruising suplex. Hell, yes, this is a fucking wrestling match!

The character of this match really evolves around two elements for me. One of those elements is Killian’s journey. The babyfaced strongman’s cocky swagger gets chipped away until he’s sputtering and screaming like a kid suddenly reconsidering the wisdom of trying to bully a rival. Kal goes for his knee in with this vicious laser focus that’s just devastating. Killian’s pleading wail of agony is fucking compelling, as his knee is draped over the middle rope and his opponent starts wrenching the joint to shreds. Killian gets pushed down so hard that I’m just about ready to believe this may be the first time we see Kal deliver a shockingly unexpected squash. But fuck, no, do NOT count out Killian! I love the drama of him roaring back into contention, and then delivering an almost unhinged, brutal beatdown to make it clear he’s not about to be the rung on anyone’s ladder up the ranks. Killian’s signature move continues to be gut busters, and he dishes out a dozen or so of them on Kal’s proud abs in a way that leaves me breathless.

Killian’s screaming, sniveling pleas from 15 minutes earlier are thoroughly forgotten around the time he has Kal trapped between his tree trunk thighs, rearranging Kal’s internal organs in crushing side scissors. It’s strength versus strength, with Killian’s massive quads pitted against the Best Abs at BGE for the past two years. It would be super sweet and sexy drama if it were just Killian crushing the screams out Kal. But when Killian starts twisting at the waist, slamming his trapped opponent back and forth, there’s just no doubt who’s the fucking boss here.

The other element of this match that can’t be unseen is the image of both of these gorgeous hunks getting their trunks ripped off, and thank the homoerotic wrestling gods, they’re wearing nothing but thongs underneath. Fuck, fuck, fuck, that’s two sets of delicious glutes! I cannot emphasize enough the climactic reveal of the final five minutes of this match as these exhausted, ego-bruised babyface hunks tear into each other with their phenomenal asses out. Like their physiques in general, the showcase of their asses is a gorgeous study in contrast. Kal’s ass is solid muscle. Like everything else on him, his glutes are rock hard, functional, and sculpted. Kal’s rump is main course fare, whereas Killian’s ass is more like a mouthwatering dessert. I’ve commented on Killian’s ass (adoringly) before, but I haven’t seen this much of it. And fuck, the reveal does NOT disappoint. This is bubble butt perfection, thick and clawable, stacked like too many library books on the top shelf of Killian’s huge thighs. Fuck, if you put a gun to my head, I don’t know that I could decide which beautiful ass I’m turned on by more. I’d have to study them in person, up close. You know, a really hands-on inspection… probably with other body parts involved as well.

With so much hot wrestling and gorgeous babyface beauty, I’d be tempted to repeat my overused conclusion that everyone’s a winner in this match. But, fuck, no. One of these HOT-assed hunks definitely loses hard, destroyed and disrespected, literally trampled over like a doormat. The resolution of the wrestling drama is deeply satisfying, as far as I’m concerned, in a way that leaves me seriously hungry to see both Killian and Kal in future matches, preferably with those stunningly gorgeous asses out and those bulging egos and fierce wrestling skills put to the test again. And again. And I feel like both of those thongs, unwashed, could go for a pretty penny at auction.

Simply the Best

January 26, 2024 wrestlebard4 Comments

In the past, I’ve talked with more than one on-camera wrestler who’s described their strong ambivalence about the year-end award seasons. From a fan perspective, it’s all fun and games, speculating on our favorites and comparing our picks with the the average votes of other fans. I imagine from a company’s perspective, it’s just good marketing, drumming up attention on the catalogs they’ve logged over the previous 12 months and maybe giving a little extra sales push from the attention. And I’ve heard wrestlers sincerely excited to be nominated, enjoying the love sent their way whether they win or lose. But I’ve understood the sentiment when wrestlers have described how it can be actively invalidating at times. Like, maybe they were so proud of a particular match that they starred in, but it wasn’t even nominated. Or they worked so fucking hard for months in a caloric deficit to make those abs pop, but didn’t get a mention. Honestly, the LAST thing I want is for a hot, eager homoerotic wrestler to feel invalidated for putting themselves out there. That’s the opposite of what this blog is about. Let’s all normalize the celebration of all sexy wrestlers following their passions on camera for our enjoyment!

That said, I still find myself getting swept up in the awards season hoopla. Jakob commented here a few weeks ago that he’d like to hear my personal picks, just in case my tastes might direct his attention somewhere fun. That seems cool to me and, hopefully, in the spirit of validating the beauty and art of homoerotic wrestling. So, I’ll reflect a little on the nominees and winners of the BG East Besties, and weigh in with any additional nominees I’d like to add, in the spirit of hopefully reinforcing more of my favorite wrestling hunks to keep going at it.

The slate of Sexiest Match nominees was super competitive, so kudos to the nominating committee (yeah, yeah, I’m on the committee)! And, honestly, the fan favorite winner, X-Fights 58: Dio Characi vs. Kayden Keller, was my pick. But if you’re looking for top tier sexy fucking wrestling, all of the nominees are golden. Wrestle Worship 5 was also on my short list. Mat Scraps 4 makes me salivate like Pavlov’s dog just thinking about it. Into burly bear daddies beating the living fuck out of hardbodied twinks? Dive into X-Fights 58 match 1. Really, anything with Dio and/or Forrest in it. Or Zach. The only match from my short list that didn’t get into the nominations was Ruff ‘n’ Raunchy 7 with debuting Zach Ramos burning down the house against rising erotic muscle heel Gabe Steel.

Best Mat Battle nominees also strong, though there were so many hot and hard fought mat battles this year. My top pick was Mickey and Forrest in Undagear 37, which was nominated but didn’t get the fan vote. Fuck, the intensity in that match made me felt like I was the one taking all those vicious slaps to the face! I also had Mat Scraps 4, because… see my comments above regarding anything with Dio and/or Forrest.

Best Ring Match was a foregone conclusion for me, and apparently for the majority of voters. Anything that starts with “welcome Brad Rochelle back to the ring” was destined to make me lose several loads. The Comeback 3 might have been competitive for that reason alone, but fuck no, Brad, Jonny, and debuting Kal Connors all three made that match crazy hot, hilarious, and flinch-worthy vicious! My short list also had the Hunkbash 29 tag team of Firestorm/Steel vs. rookies Vigo/Angeles, because it was so unexpectedly off the rails spontaneous and messy. Like, so fucking fiercely messy, I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. And by “it” I mean more than just Vinny’s ass. But… yeah, Vinny’s ass. But again, I’ve got nothing but love for all of the nominees. Any other year, and any of them could’ve owned the crown. But “welcome Brad Rochelle back to the ring” is the anthem of 2023, as far as I’m concerned.

For Best Body, here’s particularly where I don’t want anyone to feel invalidated, because the quality of hot bodies on camera in 2023 was just so insanely high. Last year’s winner and my pick again was Dio, but newcomer Kal Connor stole the title from him. And fuck, Kal… yep, a fucking stunningly crafted body, particularly for the fitness and aesthetics. Like, Kal beating out Monstah Mike (runner up) sort of sums up the quandry of a contest like this. Just two completely different physiques, both jaw droppingly hot, both get me hard the instant I see them, both the product of a genetic lottery and a whole lot of hard fucking work. Tanner, Tony, Vinny… the also-rans are all deleriously sexy hot bodied hunks. I nominated Tony and Vinny, in addition to Dio. But honestly, if we accept that differently built bodies make equally legitimate claims to be best, I’d add Forrest, Jesse, Hayden, Jason/George, Paris. All you boys who’ve got the balls to stare the camera in the eye and flash those double biceps wearing nothing left to the imagination… you ALL rock me hard.

The Top Heel category brings up a little controversy for me. The title officially switched hands after Kayden owned it for the better part of the past decade. It returned to the hands of former winner and institution, Jonny, so that makes sense. At the risk of bumping into Kayden or Jonny sometime and getting my ass kicked, I have to say that I nominated and voted for Brendan. Kayden’s loss to Ace Aarons in Ruff ‘n’ Raunchy 7 honestly shook me out of Kayden’s corner. That match still sort of haunts me for the drama and the seriously weird dynamics of the heel-on-heel story. Nobody on the list is undeserving, but I’m honestly keying in lately more to the likes of Brendan and Mike.

Dio Characi, repeated for Top Babyface. When you look up babyface in the dictionary, it should have his picture. I think every match description I’ve written for him and every review I’ve done has used the word “cherubic.” Fuck… again, see my comments above about anything Dio floating my boat. Sunny DeLeon also just embodies that babyface vibe. Honestly, though, I actually nominated Lobo Gris, Damian Pike, and Kal Connor. Though Damian didn’t make it to the ballot, I stand by him deserving the nod. Runner-up Jason/George didn’t even occur to me, not because he’s not devastatingly handsome, but just because he has a “fuck you” edge to him that makes me not think of him quite as a babyface. But again, all good, particularly if we add Damian…. and Mickey.

Forrest as Jobber of the Year again just fits. Dude has a corner on the market of pissing off heels in just the right way to get his SENSATIONAL ass (more on that in a moment) kicked harder and harder. He was my pick, and my nominee Freddy also got to the ballot. My other nominee was Kal, who didn’t get to the category, probably because we’re all still trying to peg exactly what role he inhabits most naturally in the BGE universe. Runner-Up Tanner is a sensational sufferer, of course. Damian is totally worthy. Hayden was a steller muscle jobber, but he was in only one match, his debut, late in the year, so I feel like timing was just off for him.

Debut of the Year went to Kal, who wasn’t even on my shortlist, but not because he doesn’t deserve the accolade. I just felt he also showed up pretty late in the year, giving us only a couple of glimpses, which isn’t his fault, but it did make me settle my nominations and vote elsewhere. Mickey Knoxx was, hands down, my pick for this category. I cannnot get enough of him ever since I caught his debut, and he’s kept coming in his rookie year showing something new and intense and fucking SEXY every time out of the gate. Really, same for my second place pick of Zach Ramos. I nominated Tony for this category because I could only nominate three, and I literally flipped a coin between Vinny and Tony for that third spot. Didn’t matter, though, because he didn’t make the slate. But I felt like, again, he just did more and showed more than, say, Ronin or Hayden did. Every one of them, including Tony and Vinny, were a sensational bench of rookies this year, though. No complaints from me, to be honest.

Now with the body part categories, see my comments above about celebrating EVERYONE. Voters picked Kal for best abs. The stunningly pretty boy probably hasn’t had a carb in years to craft that 6-pack, so of course that makes sense. And runner up Rocky… same. I actually voted for Jason/George because his abs just scream to me for someone to pound on them, which opponents almost always do, and his gut is a wall of muscle in a way that doesn’t show up quite like the classic 6-pack. Same for Dio, really… I really want to do a body shot off of his beautiful abs. Hayden and Vinny… totally. Either of them could show up and OWN this house based on the raw material.

The Best Bulge vote is always super personal, right? I didn’t even nominate Dio, but please, do, give him any award, because that Brazilian god is fucking priceless. I’m not even really sure what I’m looking for in a nominee for Best Bulge anymore, without Mr. Joshua or Pete Sharp in the mix. I nominated Brendan and Zach because I’ve fixated on their bulges this year, but neither of them got to the slate. Happy to celebrate runner-up Forrest’s bulge (and ANYTHING else we want to celebrate about him… see my several comments above about him and Dio owning it). And totally, Ash, Ace, Tanner, Kal… nice bulges, hotties! Kal’s peekabo wardrobe malfunction (<–credit there to my buddy AR who I first heard refer to Kal’s balls popping out in Comeback that way) was another sexy moment that made 2023 quite memorable for me. Honestly, though, all bulges are perfect, in my book, when they’re attached to a fierce grappling hunk.

And then there’s the Best Butt category. Winner Monstah Mike was third on my shortlist, so no real complaints there. Him shoving Brendan’s face between those monstrously massive cheeks sort of drove home just what an awesome claim he has on that title. And before I bitch, let me just say I am such a huge fan of all of the other nominees on the list. Now I’ve gotten that out of the way… WHAT… THE… FUCK with the omission of Mickey Knoxx and Forrest Taylor’s DAZZLINGLY sexy glutes!? Honestly, in my mind, I just kept going back to Mickey and Forrest’s match in Undagear 37 to try to decide which ass I crushed on hardest. It was Mickey’s, by the way. But more to the point, neither of these guys even hit the slate!?!? This is not the first time this category has born my wrath. This is one of those moments where I turn into a raving fanatic who CANNOT see how my infatuations (Mickey and Forrest’s asses) objectively were overlooked for this category. Someone’s thumb was on this scale. I call for an official inquiry. I call shenanigans, damn it!!!!!

Now that I’ve gotten that out of my system, I can be more magnanimous with the last of the categories I wanted to send up. Hottest Liplock… see my half a dozen comments above about Dio and Forrest. I actually give my vote to Forrest and Mickey’s angry hot liplock in Undagear 37, but it’s a toss up among so many scorching hot kisses. Personally, I put Zach and Lobo’s HUNGRY face sucking in second place from Florida Fights 11, but it just goes to show how hard it can be to compare different styles and tones of liplocks. All awesome nominees. All hail Dio and Kayden for a well deserved victory!

Any of you hot, hardworking wrestlers that didn’t get a nomination or were nominated, but didn’t win… I see you. You’re fucking sensational, just the way you are. This little awards exercise is all about us and our whims and peculiarities, and marketing, and not about what fucking sensationally sexy, gorgeous, courageous, fierce, and fabulous athletes you are. If you ever need a little validation, hit me up. I will tell it to you straight (well…. you know what I mean), and I can guarantee you, I think you’re a fucking star!