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On the Twelfth Day of Christmas, Santa Brought to Me…

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On the first day of Christmas, Santa brought to me Kid Karisma’s picture perfect ass.

On the second day of Christmas, Santa brought to me Ben Monaco’s luscious, furry pecs.
On the third day of Christmas, Santa brought to me Steel Muscle God’s tree trunk thighs.
On the fourth day of Christmas, Santa brought to me Skip and Christian’s wrestling romance.
On the fifth day of Christmas, Santa brought to me Darius’ muscle-packed trunks.
On the sixth day of Christmas, Santa brought to me Kid Vicious’ domineering sneer.
On the seventh day of Christmas, Santa brought to me Lon Dumont’s insanely ripped back.
On the eighth day of Christmas, Santa brought to me Mason Brook’s intoxicating nipples.
On the ninth day of Christmas, Santa brought to me Cage Thunder’s mouthwatering cock.
On the tenth day of Christmas, Santa brought to me Drake Marcos’ wrestling kinked smile.
On the eleventh day of Christmas, Santa brought to me Jonny Firestorm’s gorgeously sculpted forearms.
“On the twelfth day of Christmas, Santa brought to me…”
The final wish I whispered into Santa’s ear felt like possibly the most daring fantasy of all.  I was incredibly fortunate to get to spend about half a day with a certain homoerotic wrestling god about a year and a half ago.  The master of the house, this iconic heel turned wrestling producer showered generous hospitality on me, showing me every corner of BG East headquarters where many of my fondest wrestling fantasies have taken place.  Near the end of my visit, he invited me to join him as he sat down at his computer and pulled up the unedited photos of the upcoming BG East catalog (Catalog 89).  I stood behind his chair, looking over he shoulder as he clicked through literally hundreds of pics, zipping past most, and then pausing to soak in a particularly titillating shot.  “Mmmmm,” he’d mutter appreciatively, “look at that!”  A photo of Mitch Colby’s hot muscled bod draped helplessly across the top turnbuckle, about to be battered by big Vlad Varek made my host groan and made my cock ache.  I got the first outside glimpse of masked mountain of muscle Magnus force feeding his monster cock to fellow rookie Surge, to the soundtrack of my host letting out a little gasp of pleasure as he paused on a shot from behind Magnus, dwarfing his opponent, as Surge’s hands worshipfully cupped Magnus’ massive glutes.  My host would fly through dozens of photos and then something would catch his eye, and when he paused on a shot long enough for me to soak it in, I’d see it.  A particularly sexy angle, a display of exquisitely tortured muscle, an incredibly hot grimace of agony or sadistic, sexy leer. His taste, his eye for what speaks most directly to my own homoerotic wrestling kink, was astonishing to witness, and his commentary as much as the graphics left me slightly dizzy and hard a rock.  With that memory crystal clear in my mind, I whispered to Santa, I want to see just a glimpse of what he sees.  And on the twelfth day of Christmas, Santa brought to me an entire collection of what catches the eye of the man who has pretty much defined my homoerotic wrestling kink, an astonishingly beautiful montage of moments directly from the desk of Kid Leopard.
Dawn breaks over the lake at BG East.
Skrapper rolls out of bed, ready for a day of wrestling
Drowsy Christian Taylor looks for breakfast, with pretty Pete Sharp in the background
“The irrepressible Lon Dumont” saddles up to the counter with his gorgeous recruit, pretty Pete Sharp
“Since you like bespectacled wrestlers,” the note from KL says, “here Nick Rush laces up beside a contemplative Lon Dumont prior to their match with Austin & Jake.”
Beauty, grace, power: Jake Jenkins takes to the air
Stunningly handsome and beautifully proportioned: All-American Austin Cooper

Bespectacled (thus extra hot) Lorenzo Lowe looks like the meat sandwiched between Jonny Firestorm and Kid Vicious
Lobolito watches as Drake texts illicit photos to neverland

Canadian Beef: The Boss included in his bundle of Christmas presents this never before seen (but much anticipated) preview of Ben Monaco and a new massive, hairy muscle beast due out in the next BG East catalog!
News Flash: Liam Ryan is bearded, bulked up, and ready for one of the most epic returns to BG East wrestling ever in 2013!

Did Kid Leopard’s eye for homoerotic wrestling mold my tastes, or does he simply have instinctive insight into what turns me on?  Either way, like Santa, Kid Leopard is an incredibly generous friend of neverland, and his generosity and genius continue to turn me on like nobody else can!

Living the Dream

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Drake Marcos sent a bevy of pics from his recent trip to Florida to tape more matches for BG East.  The Boss himself commented on the pages of this blog, alerting us that he took some of the photos himself, including the naked sunbathing shots of Drake from my recent post, as well as the Boss alluding to some shots he took when he and Drake “found themselves alone.”  What does the Boss and a lovely, eager newbie trying to build his skills in homoerotic wrestling get up to when they find themselves alone?

KL documents Drake’s humiliation from on top (where else?)
Wrestling!  I had to go back to Drake and just clarify.  Yes, indeed, Kid Leopard not only kicked the kid’s ass forward, backward, sideways and upside down.  In KL fashion, he also contemptuously demonstrated his complete mastery of Drake by reaching over, grabbing the kid’s camera out of his bag, and shooting these shots while they wrestled!
KL’s souvenir from his private tutoring session: photographic proof of Drake’s destruction
I’m not sure exactly why it is that fact turns me on so hard, but it does.  The domination is so incredibly hot!  The Cheshire Cat’s smile that seems permanently planted across Drake’s face when conscious fades to nothing as the master puts him down for the count.  Not only can KL bash him senseless and sleeper him out cold with his heel grinding mercilessly into Drake’s crotch.  He also leisurely snaps a shot looking down at Drake’s sublime humiliation.
KL demonstrates for Drake how far he has yet to go in mastering the art of homoerotic wrestling domination
So this is what constitutes “training” for newbies at BG East!  Learning submission holds the hard way and documenting their abject humiliation?  Sounds about right to me!  Now my next question is what did young Drake learn from this private tutoring session that will inform his next outings in front of the BG East cameras?  Damn, damn, damn this is hot!  The only thing missing is a shot of KL planting his ass across the newbie’s face in total victory!
Once again, Drake proves his devotion to both homoerotic wrestling and his fans by sharing the painful, thrilling, humiliating journey of trying to break into the ranks of BG East.

Living the Dream

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Drake Marcos reveals a lot about what happens behind the scenes at BG East’s Florida compound 
At the end of my recent interview with BG East’s newest X-Fighter, Drake Marcos, he suddenly disclosed that at the very moment we were chatting, he was in an airport waiting for his flight to Florida to tape another session of matches with the boys at BG East.  My imagination instantly kicked into overdrive, wondering what hot homoerotic shenanigans Drake would get up on his second outing with BG East, and especially who he’d see up close, personal, and behind the scenes.  Owing to my immense powers of persuasion, Drake instantly agreed to try to smuggle some candid shots out for those of us here at neverland.  With only a little badgering afterward, the Cheshire Cat of homoerotic wrestling coughed up the goods, giving us just a hint of what he saw and did at BG East’s south campus last week.
Presumably, The Boss is checking the latest gossip at neverland…
Some of these shots have a bit of a 007 aspect to them.  They’re a little grainy, from odd angles, like Drake was snapping them with the micro-camera lapel button he snuck in.  However, ever-diligent Kid “they-don’t-call-me-the-boss-for-nothing” Leopard commented on Drake’s interview, giving us at neverland a heads up that he’d be intercepting, censoring, and giving the formal stamp of approval on absolutely anything that Drake was going to pass our way.  Fair enough.  If there’s one thing I learned during my pilgrimage to Pembroke a year and a half ago, it was that The Boss is a “hands on” (euphemism for control-freak) type of CEO.  He readily admits it, so I’m not too worried about getting my nuts crushed for saying so… no too, too worried.  So I’m just happy Drake made it out with these little tidbits to share (and with all his limbs in tact).
KL tapes goldenboy Coop’s wrists before a match
Let’s be honest, Drake managed to get quite a lot past the Boss’ careful eye, so we should be thrilled that he documented such tantalizing facts as golden boy extraordinaire, Austin Cooper,  participated in the action in Florida last week.  The longer Coop is around, the tougher he seems to get.  Facial hair, knee pads, and big red boots on this muscleboy give me a major shot of adrenaline!
Drake describes this shot: “Coop taking it to a distracted Boss”

Coop flashing some gratuitous flexing toward Kid Leopard also turns me on.  A lot.  If he wasn’t just mugging for the camera, and instead was actually throwing a punch at heel-supreme KL… ah, hell!  What a tasty, tasty treat it would be to watch the ensuing carnage!  What the HELL are they watching on television though!?  Buzz kill….

Drake tries on some (wrestling!?) gear
Buzz return!  Drake evidently got to play a little dress up last week, including this gorgeous self-portrait in his jock strap.  As to whether this is evidence that he wrestled in a jock strap, Drake wouldn’t confirm with me.  Teasing bastard….
“Yeah… Drake Marcos is wearing Aryx Quinn’s trunks… bring it!”
Similarly, Drake also snapped this shot in square cut yellow and black trunks, and what’s more, he supplied the provocative caption above!  Those just tuning in may want to revisit my interview with young Drake in which, when I asked what retired classic wrestlers would he like a fantasy match with, he included überhunk, omnipresent Aryx Quinn.
Drake checks out how “retired” Aryx’ trunks look on him
In response to Drake including him on a list for a fantasy match with a star “who’s retired from the scene,” it turns out (should you read the comments to the interview) that Aryx himself took some umbrage at being prematurely put out to pasture by the new kid.  While Aryx’ infamous ego almost certainly swelled erect with Drake’s playful stroking, the ring veteran seemed none too pleased to be counted out of the homoerotic wrestling business before his time.  We’ll have to see what happens when Aryx gets a load of this same newbie strutting around in the gear most BG East fans instantly associate with Aryx.  Drake could be playing with fire here, but ah hell, I wanna be fireside when Aryx gets his hands all over him to demonstrate that he’s not quite ready for the old-folks home yet!
Is bespectacled KV sizing up Coop for a behind-the-scenes muscle bashing? (please say yes)

There’s a lot of detail left out of Drake’s scrapbook from Florida, but enough still there to spur my lustful imagination onward.  For example, Kid Vicious and Coop side by side, “chilling” (as Drake reports) between matches… let’s just picture for a moment KV working over Coop’s luscious muscles in that way that nobody but KV can do!

Flashing so much bare muscle in front of Jonny & KV!?  Coop is just asking for it!

And/or (preferably and) let’s ponder the potential of a KV/Coop tag team partnership, as goldenboy Coop let’s that facial hair grow out in proportion to the nasty heel-lessons he learns the longer he hangs out with classic heels like KV and Jonny Firestorm!  I have to wonder how a bespectacled KV resists the temptation to just tackle barely clad Coop behind the scenes and crush all those muscles into a quivering pulp, and you know for a fact  Jonny would help hold the goldenboy down.  And while I’m on this high-speed train of free-association, can I just say, again, that wrestling hunks in glasses are insanely hot!?! YUM!

Ray Naylor and Lobolito were on hand as well

Sexy newbie Ray Naylor was also on hand in Florida last week, as was a blast from the slightly more distant past, Lobolito!  Let’s review: Lobolito has appeared exactly twice in BG East matches, first getting demasked, crushed, stripped and humiliated at the expert hands of Cage Thunder, and then repeating the rinse cycle in a Wet ‘N’ Wild version against Kid Vicious.

Lobolito cannot get enough BG East beatdown!

And Lobolito is back for more!?  Fuck me, this guy just skyrocketed in my esteem!

Drake identifies this guy aptly as “Mystery wrestler with a hot ass!”

There are, of course, more questions than answers in Drake’s scrapbook, which is, I’m sure, exactly the way KL intends it.  For example, who belongs to this stunningly hot ass approaching the sunroom mats, and where does the line start to catch that ride!?

Wow! Just. Wow!

When he’s coming this direction, he’s equally a mystery but even hotter!  Look at the pecs on this big bear of a bruiser!  A homoerotic wrestling blogger could feast for days on all of that gorgeous, massive muscle!  I’m just a little worried that young Drake might have found his way onto the same mat with his beast, because Insanity workout or no, there’s no way a muscleman this massive could do anything but snap lightweight Drake into several pieces!  Since Drake sent me the pics, I’m assuming he survived the weekend, ergo I’m guessing he didn’t have to face this bulging body in competition.  However, I can still fantasize about what Drake might have got up to with a twink-lusting muscle daddy off camera!

I do believe that’s Silver Eagle back for more after that ass-whooping he took from Morgan Cruise!

Again, I’m left desperately reading between the lines (aka, pulling this out my ass!), but I for one am titillated and delighted to see recent new masked stud, Silver Eagle, back on the mat in Florida.  This, I believe, is the unfortunate rook who faced an iconoclastic Morgan Cruise in his very first BG East appearance, in which Morgan not only crushes Silver Eagle, he gives a go at belittling and destroying the very foundation of the masked homoerotic wrestling genre!  While Eagle didn’t fare well in the end against Morgan, he put up some surprisingly tough and downright mean offense demonstrating that this slice of mouthwatering beef is no simple flat-footed, do-gooder novice.  He’s got an incredibly hot ass, and if he’s the one who had the privilege of facing off against that huge beast of a masked bruiser mentioned above, who do I need to fuck to get an advanced copy of that action!?  There are several more shots snapped by Drake that I have in my possession, enough, in fact, to post a couple more times on the contraband Drake smuggled out of the Florida compound (under the watchful eye of The Boss).  So for now, let’s just send out a word of thanks to a certain BG East newbie living the dream.  You rock, Drake!

Drake dreams of BG East action yet to come…

Real Friends

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I’ve got deadlines coming out my ears, so things have been pretty quiet around here lately. That isn’t to suggest that I’m not thoroughly immersed in the world of homoerotic wrestling still. Somehow, there always seems to be time for that in my life, in one form or another.

BG East Boss, Kid Leopard, makes Sailor Rob his bitch
I was exchanging emails with a long-time online contact and writing collaborator a couple of days ago. We know each other primarily through the venue of homoerotic wrestling fiction.  I mentioned in my last email something about BG East. He replied that he’d never heard of them.
Kid Vicious meditates on the connection between pain and pleasure

Wha-ha-huh?! I studied his reply closer to figure out where I was misreading it. But no. Never heard of BG East. Was he joking? It doesn’t look like it. He apparently loves some hot, erotic, beautifully bodied wrestling but is unaware of BG East, which by their own account have been producing exactly that (hot, erotic, beautifully bodied wrestling) since 1980! I became aware of them about 14 or 15 years ago, and I’ve been pretty much obsessed ever since. So imagine my shock to learn that a fellow kinkster who totally gets off on the same sort of wrestling action that I do (as far as I can tell from comparing wrestling fiction notes), has absolutely no idea who BG East is.

Badboy Joe Mazetti folds hunky Brad Rochelle up like gift wrap
Simply amazing! This disclosure reveals a few things to me. For one, this online collaborator clearly does not frequently read this blog. It’s simply impossible that someone could even occasionally read neverland and come away having never heard of BG East (or any of the other companies I finance with my homoerotic wrestling purchases, but especially BG East). Most of the feedback and ongoing conversations I’m involved in start with something I’ve said on the blog, so it catches me off guard that someone who knows my wrestling kink rather well doesn’t linger much around these parts. No shame, mind you. I’m not suggesting there’s anything wrong with not reading my frequently convoluted, often self-contradictory musings about what turns me on about homoerotic wrestling. Just surprised that someone who’s read a lot of my writing doesn’t read it here much.
Jonny Firestorm is out to destroy prettyboy Alexi Adamov
More interestingly for me, this revelation surprises me because I figure everyone who’s into homoerotic wrestling fiction online is also part of the fan base of homoerotic wrestling videos. I wasn’t conscious of it, but I was assuming that the gay wrestling video tent entirely contained within it the gay wrestling fiction audience. Homoerotic wrestling videos came before wrestling writing for me, so I’ve been under the assumption that everyone who I interact with around homoerotic wrestling fiction has also come by the same path. Assumption checked.
Mr. Joshua shows Darius that he’s got the right tool for the job
That anyone with a love for homoerotic wrestling in any genre or format should just not recognize the name BG East, however, seems like a missed opportunity for some hot pounding wrestling delights. I’m fully transparent in admitting often that my own fiction is frequently drawn from the best and most inspiring of what turns me on in the videos I watch. I certainly seem to recognize many of the same angles, perspectives, body types and holds in gay wrestling graphics/visual art that are, at least, “in keeping” with some of the gorgeous wrestling that good folks like BG East produce so well.

Brooklyn Bodywrecker taunts us with Mr. Joshua’s naked ass

So anyone who happens to read this post, perhaps surfing through following a search link for wrestling fiction or some particular celebrity wrestling fetish that you and I share, if you’re gay and hot for wrestling and haven’t extensively explored the world of BG East, go there now. If the names Kid Leopard, Kid Vicious, Jonny Firestorm, Brad Rochelle, Alexi Adamov and Joshua Goodman (that’s Mr. Joshua to you!!!) don’t ring a bell, and if anything that rings my bell rings your bell, then you should avail yourself of some awesome wrestlers and action. And if you and I exchange emails and you report being completely unaware of BG East, or Can-Am, or Thunder’s Arena, or Rock Hard Wrestling, then don’t be surprised if, after I get over being gobsmacked, I immediately tell you to walk, not run, to any and all of these find purveyors of fine wrestling kink.

Jose and his jackhammer pound hunky Greg Leary into the mat

As far as I’m concerned, real friends don’t let friends remain unaware of hot, homoerotic wrestling action!

Year in Review – Favorite Moment of 2011

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It’ll come as no surprise to regular readers that my favorite moment of this year was my pilgrimage to BG East.  Work sent me to Boston for several weeks in the hottest, nastiest part of the summer. Despite the weather, I enjoyed the opportunity to visit a couple of the holy sites, including Club Paradise where classic BG East oil matches were taped, and the old spot across the street from Fenway Park where Live at Metro was taped.

Club Paradise hosted some seriously sexy oil wrestling back in the day.

As exciting as it was tracking down sites of homoerotic wrestling significance in Boston, nothing came close to the thrill of spending an afternoon at BG East headquarters just outside of Boston with The Boss, Kid Leopard himself, and the boys of BG East.

The Boss was a generous host.

I was in awe as I was treated to a tour of the facilities that I recognized from years of watching BG East wrestling. The Wrestle Shack, the Gazebo, the Backyard… strolling the grounds had me seeing visions of some of the classic scenes of outdoor wrestling that I cherish in my homoerotic wrestling library.

Homage to the minds and bodies that make wrestling erotic.

The tour indoors was even more titillating. The Boss walked me down to the gym and the Mat Room. My heart pounded to set foot on the mats where so much sexy, sweaty action had taken place. Awestruck, I studied every inch of the place to try to cement this moment in my memory.

The BG East Ring Room left me speechless!

Climbing up to the top floor of the BG East headquarters, my heart pumped hardest when Jonny Firestorm and Kid Vicious joined the tour as The Boss welcomed me to the Ring Room.  Seeing the wrestling ring where so much homoerotic wrestling that I’ve enjoyed so passionately has taken place was nearly an out of body experience for me.

The brains and brawn that is BG East

What stays with me most profoundly as I look back on a remarkable, thrilling year in homoerotic wrestling fanaticism is the pleasure of sharing time with people who share this passion for wrestling.  The boys at BG East were delightful, hospitable and generous. They cracked me up with their sharp witted senses of humor. These guys live and eat homoerotic wrestling. The walls are literally covered with wrestling inspiration. They eagerly debated with me the state of the industry and the impact of evolving technology. They described the challenge of supplying homoerotic wrestling entertainment for such diverse, opinionated, eagerly engaged fans of wrestling kink. I got the scoop that we’ll be seeing more of homoerotic wrestling icon Brad Rochelle. I sat down right next to Kid Leopard himself to scroll through hundreds of photos of, at that point, unreleased wrestling matches, studying the hot images and discussing wrestlers, venues and gear.

It’s wrestling everywhere you look at BG East!

As I think about it, all of my most favorite moments this year were all about people.  This was a fantastic year for me to be a homoerotic wrestling fan because of so many opportunities to enjoy getting to know a little more personally some headliner wrestlers, producers and artists. It was an awesome year to collaborate with co-authors and compare tastes with fellow fans and bloggers. 2011 was full of fun and games of the hottest variety, and I hope for nothing but more of the same for all fans of homoerotic wrestling in the year to come. See you in 2012, my friends!

Coincidences

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Have you noticed how in Hollywood movies it’s a moral imperative to believe in the supernatural? I keep hearing the words, “I don’t believe in coincidences” in movies and on television lately. The implication seems to always be that there’s some divine hand moving the universe, lining up otherwise random events into non-coincidental patterns. Well, frankly, I do believe in coincidences. That army of monkeys will, indeed, one day hammer out the complete works of Shakespeare by sheer chance. I’m okay with that.  That’s not to suggest, however, that I don’t like musing on a notable coincidence when it falls in my lap.
Kid Leopard planting a Tree of Woe for Sean Cannon
in BG East’s Superbouts 2
Take, for instance, the third time in as many days that the “tree of woe” has come up in three entirely unrelated conversations I’ve been part of.  Three different homoerotic wrestling fans raised the topic of how hot the tree of woe scenario is. The only reason I really know much about it, as such, is from a series of comments on Rants, Roids & Rasslin’ a while back, in which folks were dissecting a panel from one of RR&R’s wrestling comics. “Tree of woe” is apparently the moniker for that precarious situation when a wrestler discovers himself hanging upside down from the corner turnbuckle, completely vulnerable to a humiliating and devastating attack.
BG East’s Brooklyn Bodywrecker exploiting an opponent’s vulnerability.
It seems to me that there’s more than just a little element of bondage, with the poor catcher’s ankles locked and laced underneath the supports tying the turnbuckle to the ring post. A knee to the gut, a boot to the face… the options appear to be endless. Yes, and hot…
Rock Hard Wrestling’s Lucas Payne lives up to his name in Austin Cooper’s
Tree of Woe

The position also offers an opportunity to see a hot muscle boy stretched out and in jeopardy. Hot strong bodies are the best subjects with which to construct a tree of woe, it seems to me. The mechanics probably work best with a strong, compact, relatively limber body. The aesthetics also work best that way, too, I think.

Cole Cassidy goes to work on Kevin Lee in BG’s Bad Boys

Accomplished master in the fine arts of sadistic ring punishment, Cole Cassidy made the most of bewildered Kevin Lee trapped in his tree of woe.

Cole uses those gorgeous muscles to crush Kevin’s head and midsection.

A bearhug and headscissors combination on Kevin illustrates some of the more creative opportunities that a tree of woe offers to an innovative heel.

Cole leans in real good, adding every ounce of leverage to crush Kevin’s balls.

Of course, any tree of woe that fails to include crotch torture is a waste. Cole is never, ever one to waste anything. A long, slow elbow driven crushing into Kevin’s balls softens him up.

Cole claws Kevin’s crotch and enjoys watching the agony.
Cole latching on a ball claw, with his freakishly fantastic forearms bulging like a cartoon superhero is incredibly erotic.
Cole’s boots and knees tenderize his suspended opponent.

And of course some nasty stomps to Kevin’s… well, to Kevin’s everything, shows why a tree of woe is a blank canvas in the hands of a true artist, at least when Cole is working his magic.

BG East’s Dante Rosetti (I think) uses his head.

I’m on the record many times over as completely partial to ring wrestling, and the tree of woe illustrates just one of the many reasons why ring wrestling cranks my kink harder than just about any other context. The opportunities to use the architecture, to capitalize on the structure, to exploit the parts of the ring that stretch as well as those that don’t, all contribute to making ring wrestling my wrestling kink of choice.

At long, long last, Rio Garza pays it back against Jobe Zander in
Can-Am’s Rio’s Revenge

So I completely believe that three different people raising the topic of the tree of woe in as many days is 100% coincidence. I’m sure it’s randomness, and I don’t feel the need to read into the coincidence some guiding, invisible hand that wants me to appreciate deeper the erotic potential of corner abuse. That doesn’t mean, however, that I don’t enjoy riding the tide and getting a kinked kick out of where it takes me.

Rock Hard Wrestling’s Trent Novak treats Austin Cooper to a Tree of Woe beatdown

Bard’s Pilgrim Way – Post Script

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My time at the BG East compound will go down as my favorite afternoon playing hooky from work… ever. I enjoyed several hours hanging out with Kid Leopard and the boys who came and went.  In fact, I heard more than I’m allowed to tell you about. I was sworn to secrecy about much of what I heard, and when I promise Kid Leopard, Kid Vicious, and Jonny Firestorm that I won’t talk, damn well better believe my lips are sealed (though it might be worth it to be punished by any/all of them!).
If these guys swore you to secrecy, what would you do?
However, there are a couple of scoops that I was expressly given permission to divulge. One scoop is already out of the bag, really. The next catalog is just about ready to be released. Since there are already some preview pics up in the Arena for two DVDs, this won’t be earth shattering news for many. I did have an opportunity to look at preview photos for all of the matches for the upcoming catalog, and all I can say (under pain of a three-way beating), is that it’s an incredibly hot line up!
One of my perennial favorites Mitch Colby climbs back in the ring,
pitting muscle against muscle in soon-to-be released Florida Fights 3.
Muscle beast Dev Michaels digs deep in his ring debut
against long-haired rookie, lightweight Lucky(!?) Loko – BG East Catch Weight 4.
The second scoop I was expressly given permission to divulge is perhaps more satisfying: we’ve not seen the last of Brad Rochelle! Yes, I was promised that the saga of Brad Rochelle’s “Contract” with BG East has continued to unfold on camera, and we will see what has become of the babyface-turned-heel in due time.  I got no hints as to how things shook out for Brad. No idea if he’s made peace and joined the pantheon of BG East’s undisputed bad boys, or if the Boss managed to give Brad just enough rope to finally hang himself with it. But Brad’s fans can get their hearts a-pumpin’ with the assurance that they’ll see and hear more from the jobber-turned-heel hunk who so many of us have followed with a singular, fanatical passion for the past 18 years!
We haven’t seen the last of Brad!

Bard’s Pilgrim Way – Journey’s End (Final Chapter)

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My physical journey to the BG East compound was, as I’ve noted, a metaphysical experience. I was seeing each corner, each venue of quintessentially BG East wrestling through both my physical eyes as well as my mind’s eye, in which my favorite homoerotic wrestlers perpetually strip down, square off, and stroke my wrestling kink so satisfyingly. But even more rewarding than paying homage to the BG East wrestling ring was the opportunity I had to meet “the boys.”

Inspiration hanging in the workspace of some of the back-office BG East boys.
When the Boss told me that “some of the boys” often stop by for lunch in the summer, I didn’t really know who he was referring to. Turns out, the local boys who treat the BG East compound as a second home include some of the most prolific and talented wrestlers that I admire and lust after.

Heel Extraordinaire: Kid Vicious
When Kid Vicious strolled in, I think my jaw dropped (not sure… I was a little numb). I’ve mentioned before on this blog how KV has a knack for serving as my avatar in a wrestling match. He addresses precisely the punishment that his hot opponents simply must experience, as far as I’m concerned. He moves, he touches, he pounds and strokes to a rhythm that my own wrestling kink core is perfectly in sync with. He embodies a lust for domination that is as irrepressible as it is powerfully arousing to watch. And there he stood, grabbing lunch and chatting about the weather.

Kid Vicious looking precisely like Kid Vicious
For some reason, I was surprised that Kid Vicious looked like… well, Kid Vicious! He was fit, tall, and every bit as intensely handsome as he is in trunks and boots (or out of them!) and climbing into the ring. I guess I’d expected that my relationship with the on-camera character of my favorite homoerotic wrestlers would be inherently distorting… that if I just met KV on the street (or sitting down over lunch), I might not even recognize him without some poor jobber’s noggin’ trapped in his headlock or without him delivering his signature brand of humiliation like a nasty face-beating with his impressive cock. But when it came right down to it, I’d have picked him out any crowd. And I was completely star-struck.

Lean and Ripped Jonny Firestorm
When Jonny Firestorm slipped in and grabbed some lunch a few moments later, I was similarly struck. My homoerotic wrestler of month for this past June, Jonny’s attitude and wrestling chops are powerfully entertaining. And again, he looked astonishingly like I’d expect Jonny Firestorm to look! Hot as hell with a thick Boston accent. The one thing about Jonny that took me by surprise, however, was his forearms. Have you ever noticed Jonny’s forearms? Good god, man, they’d make Popeye’s arms look like beanpoles! I had to consciously force myself not to stare, because damn… those arms!…

Big and Beefy and Perfectly Jonny
“So tell us, Bard,” the Boss said in a lull in the conversation over lunch, “which Jonny do you prefer? Big and beefy Jonny, or lean and ripped Jonny?” Everyone chuckled. It’s a topic I’ve seen belabored at length in the BG East yahoo group, with passionate loyalties expressed for different opinions. I pointed out that when I chose Jonny to be homoerotic wrestler of the month a couple of months ago, I’d gone on the record as selecting all of the above as entirely appreciable. My ego inflated a bit as a result of my deft skill in either dodging the question or just flattering Jonny (let’s face it, both, but I’m entirely serious that he’s perfectly Jonny at any size). Then my ego deflated a bit when Jonny indicated that he had no idea that he’d enjoyed a month’s reign as this blog’s homoerotic wrestler of the month.  Then I stared as his forearms in awe some more, and lost track of the conversation for a while.

Kid Leopard, Kid Vicious & Jonny Firestorm pose ringside for me…
best…. day… EVER!
In addition to my brushes with fame meeting Jonny, KV, and the Boss himself, I have to report that it was a thorough delight to meet some of the behind-the-scenes BG East boys. The cameramen, the video techs, the customer service reps… everyone impressed me as not just hospitable (they were that), but every last one of them genuinely seemed to live and breathe wrestling. “They” are “us,” for lack of a better way to put it, and for some reason, this was an epiphany for me. They boys editing tape, burning CD’s, filling orders and dropping off envelopes of wrestling kink gold at the post office are guys who get it. They respect their audience. They enjoy their work. And they’ve all been there, wrestling, watching, critiquing and appreciating the very same things that you and I love to let turn us on. Just like I’d recognize KV and Jonny Firestorm anywhere, I had a strong impression that I recognized in all of the boys of BG East the heart and soul of guys seriously into wrestling.

Wrestling inspiration fills every inch of wall space over the desk of one of the BG East boys
In the end, what I took home with me from my pilgrim’s journey to all things BG East this summer was just that: what makes BG East so authentically BG East isn’t the venues. It’s not even that holy of holies: the BG East wrestling ring. The decades of BG East entertainment that never fails to grab my kink with both hands isn’t about a particular place or device or story. It’s BG East because there are a whole cadre of wrestlers who take pride in producing high quality wrestling for a gay wrestling audience. There’s an authenticity about them from the ground up, and I was moved by the sincerity and humor and generosity of the boys well beyond how exciting it was to see the venues.

The Library of Congress of Homoerotic Wrestling Treasures!
It’s not smoke and mirrors. The boys of BG East aren’t talking out of both sides of their mouths. They aren’t secretly contemptuous of the very audience that they market to, and frankly, I’m not always sure I can say that about all of the homoerotic wrestling productions out there. As impressed as I was by the titillating thrill of seeing “the” gazebo, walking in “the” backyard, standing right next to “the” ring, what impressed me most in my journey this summer was meeting some good natured, hardworking, intensely sincere guys who seriously appreciate wrestling every bit as much as you and I do.

Bard’s Pilgrim Way – Journey’s End (Part 1)

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As many of you anticipated, my pilgrimage to all things BG East in Boston would not have been complete without a visit to the temple mount itself, the center of my homoerotic wrestling universe, the BG East compound outside of Boston. When I made inquiries about the possibility of paying a visit to BG East, the response was generous and welcoming. I was invited to come by and meet “the boys” and see where the genius of BG East is conjured.


Stained glass homage to wrestling over the desk of BG East Boss, Kid Leopard

Pulling into the driveway of BG East central, I was bewildered a bit by the sense that I was seeing it, simultaneously, through two different lenses. I’d never been there before. If I hadn’t known better, I’d never have picked the compound out as anything unusual in the tidy lakeside neighborhood. But at the same time, it was as if I’d been here a thousand times before. Hell, just a couple months ago I was watching muscle punk Kieran Dunne drive up this very same driveway, park his car not 10 feet from where I parked mine, and strut with his characteristic overconfidence inside to face devastatingly pretty Chace LaChance in Jobberpalooza 11. It felt a little like a homecoming to a place I’d never been before.


Keiran Dunne flexes while Chace LaChance is all business in
BG East’s Jobberpalooza 11
Greeting me at the door was the Boss himself, extending a hearty handshake and a welcoming smile as he invited me inside. Again, the experience of double-vision was disorienting. Although I’ve exchanged emails with Kid Leopard, we’d never met in person. But he was so familiar! I knew his tone of voice, his wry sense of humor, and his commanding presence. Just a couple of days earlier, I was enjoying myself watching this man shock hunky Wade Cutler, beating the living shit out of muscle jobber Wade and leaving him soaked in cum in the middle of the ring in Hunkbash 2. And then there he stood, shaking my hand and welcoming me to BG East.

Kid Leopard before his Hunkbash 2 match against Wade Cutler
“So do you want to see the place?” he asked, as if reading my mind. Having come so far, I was desperate to soak in the site of so much homoerotic wrestling inspiration. He took me through to the back of the compound, overlooking the lake… you know, that lake. The lake that Brad Rochelle sunbathed next to after his epic heel turn in Contract 6. That lake in which Troy Baker viciously attacked his big brother, Brian, in search of vengeance for Brian’s betrayal at the end of their humiliating defeat in Tag Team Torture 3.

Troy Baker gets worked over by big brother Brian in BG East Grudge Match 2.
“Over here is the gazebo,” the Boss directed my attention to a shady spot in the woods. It was empty, seeming like a random, anonymous bit of architecture set beneath the towering trees surrounding it. But I couldn’t help but picture the sweat-soaked bodies of so many Gazebo Grapplers struggling underneath that roof: perennial favorite Mitch crushing babyface beauty Alexi, relentless Jonny wringing handsome Sandro’s sweetly suffering body between the railings, the whole bevy of testosterone-fueled hunks wrestling in a ferocious round-robin in Gazebo Grapplers 4.

Kid Leopard showing me the site of Gazebo Grappling fame
And then there was the backyard, lush and green beneath the trees. Yep, that backyard. There were no wrestling mats on the lawn that day, but I swear I could see wrestle stud Denny Cartier locked across ripped rookie Attila Dynasty’s back, applying that nasty abdominal stretch and pounding the ripped muscle stud’s vulnerable core in Backyard Brawls 7. The same backyard where fearless Alexi took on lottery winners TJ Tanner, Christian Taylor, and bubble-butted Sandro back-to-back in Who’s Next?!

Sweat-soaked Alexi in complete control of the backyard in
BG East’s Who’s Next!?
And down a path through the woods, the Boss pointed out the Wrestle Shack. “It’s full of yard equipment at the moment,” he explained, but he’s planning on having the boys clean it out to tape some new matches soon. Images flashed across my vision, of Gil Barrios dragging outmuscled Jerry Connors into the Wrestle Shack to strip naked and finish off the rookie humiliation, and of Lance Jeffers’ mammoth cock bludgeoning Shon Tracey’s awestruck face.

Gil Barrios uses the Wrestle Shack rafters for leverage in punishing rookie
Jerry Connors in Backyard Brawls 7
I’m sure I said it about 3 dozen times that day, but I stumbled over my own words, thanking the Boss profusely for his hospitality. I’d thought about this pilgrimage for weeks, what I’d say, what I’d ask. I’d spent a lot of time preparing. I’d hoped to present myself as cool and savvy, worthy of initiation into the behind the scenes mysteries of an average day at BG East. But my mind was blank except for my lame, awestruck words of gratitude. The Boss briefly indulged my babbling good-naturedly, but when he suggested we continue the tour, I fell silent, and followed him back inside….

Bard’s Pilgrim Way

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An always helpful reader sent me an email in response to my pilgrimage stopover at the Paradise in Cambridge, confirming that it was the same club where BG East filmed a series of oil wrestling tapes in the late 80’s. He also suggested that I might want to hunt down the site of the old club Metro, where BG East filmed Live at the Metro.

Site of the former club Metro, Boston

In the shadow of Fenway Park sits what is now the House of Blues, but what was, in one of its many previous incarnations, the Metro. Live at the Metro doesn’t appear to be up on the BG East website any longer, but I have it on the very best authority that this is, indeed, the site where BG East early on staged live audience wrestling entertainment.

Kid Leopard & Bryan

The card that wrestled at the Metro included classic names that continue to make my blood pump, such as the irrepresible Kid Leopard and Bryan.

Kid McCoy & Kid Leopard mug for the camera.

I believe that adorable babyface Kid McCoy was also on the card that night.

Kid McCoy suffers in the ropes.

Just snapping some pictures from across the street, I literally found myself aroused by my proximity to this site of homoerotic wrestling history. I felt like I should leave a token of respect, but I couldn’t decide on an appropriate act of homage. There are plenty of tourists schlepping their tired asses in the summer heat along the Freedom Trail, gawking and snapping pics of Revolutionary Era cemeteries and churches and the house of Paul Revere. As for me, however, the pilgrim’s way from site to site of significance in BG East’s homoerotic wrestling history is much more provocative. It wouldn’t be the first time that I felt significantly deficient in patriotic fervor, but never have I felt as connected to the stream of homoerotic wrestling history as standing by myself, clicking shots of old wrestling venues, and sensing the sweet echoes of sweat, grunts, holds and blows of hot matches of the past.