Killian Ocampo – Sidelineland

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.

I have a disproportionate reaction to Killian Ocampo. Of course, he’s objectively cute as a button. He possesses that catnip combination of boyish good looks paired with a seriously beefy, mature body. He’s built like a classic 80’s pro wrestler, thick and meaty in all the right places without the whittled edges and deep cuts of a physique model. At least that’s the shape he’s in as he climbs into the ring in Gut Bash 23 to face the whittled edges and deep cuts of physique model Christian Thorne. I mean, objectively, of course I’m turned on by Killian, especially by his thick, climbable legs and that feast of an ass. But the kid somehow entrances me well beyond the allure of all of those discrete features combined.

Christian should be the looker in this match, with his seriously stunning proportions and sculpted muscles. He’s caught my eye elsewhere before, but this is his BG East debut. On his bite sized frame, every ounce of that reported 170 pounds of his is bone and bulging muscle. By comparison, Killian’s stats put him at an inch shorter, but Christian is just way more physically concentrated. Killian would admit it. In fact he does admit it, openly acknowledging that Christian’s washboard abs are next level. Killian wants those abs, damn it, even if maybe he doesn’t want to put in the work for them. Christian chides Killian for half-assing it with his sit ups. Honestly, I get it, because sit ups are the most boring exercise ever invented. It’s Killian’s idea that maybe some friendly gut punching might spice up his abdominal workout.

A friendly workout devolves into a brutal attack when Killian’s punches do more damage to his knuckles than to Christian’s carved granite. Christian’s muscle-packed punches, on the other hand, chip away at the beefy boy until he’s knocked Killian down. Christian’s cocky about it, but he’s got a light touch. He suggests Killian might rethink cheating on sit-ups, but he offers the pretty boy a friendly hand up. “How in the hell is that going to help me, man,” Killian snarls, as if it wasn’t his idea to trade gut punches with a physique model in place of an actual abdominal workout. He slaps Christian’s sportsmanly hand away and launches a vicious attack, and all that friendly foreplay finally erupts into wicked hot dominating wrestling.

Killian is laser focused on demolishing Christian’s abs (thus, this is a Gut Bash). I’m suspecting that it’s possible that Killian thinks he can rip his opponent’s sculpted core off and replace his own with it. Or, his tunnel visioned attack might be motivated by the idea that fucking up Christian’s gorgeous body will make his own body look better by comparison. Honestly, though, I don’t think Killian’s really thinking. He’s just raging in that impulsive, adrenaline-drunk way that an aggressive young man is apt to when denied instant gratification and his prefrontal cortex isn’t finished maturing. It’s Killian’s repeated gut busters that seduce me into cheering for the petulant man-boy. Fuck, the way he just manhandles the ripped muscle stud, hoisting him into the air and slamming Christian down over his knee, is fucking hot as hell. He’s aggressive and hungry and no shit, I’ll step all over the rock hard fitness model to get my hands on Killian’s cocky flex over top of his flattened foe at his feet.

Just when I’m thinking this story is all about Killian’s impulsive rage and jealousy fucking up Christian’s superior physique, the hard-bodied newbie taps into his own indignant rage. Really, there were a few minutes earlier, when he’s just taking Killian’s shit, when I’m thinking Christian took one too many edibles before this match, but no way. He executes an abdominal stretch reversal that capitalizes on just how fucking phenomenally strong his core is. He tramples and punches the living shit out of Killian’s hard, but not as sculpted core. Like a boss, he yanks on Killian’s hair for a few ounces more pressure and a whole lot of disrespect. Soon enough, beefy Killian is pleading with panic in his voice, “I GIVE UP!!!” And just like that, the story is looking a whole lot more like a petulant kid just discovered he’s in way over his head.

It’s not quite a back-and-forth battle after that, but both injured prides get their whacks. But it’s Killian, with this tree trunk thighs and that lush, LUSH ass that starts rolling down hill like the start of an avalanche. He legitimately looks like he just might snap the ultra-lean fitness model in half in those gargantuan bodyscissors. Like the other side of the bookend from those crotch-stirring gutbusters earlier, Killian muscles Christian into OTK slams, stretching that smoking hot body out, ripping and clawing and drilling into those gorgeous abs. Honestly, I’m pretty sure by this point he doesn’t want to possess them or destroy them, but maybe just eat them raw off the bone.

Killian gloating, flexing, and taunting irresistibly tops me off. I know I just said he looks like a classic 80’s pro wrestler, but as he’s posing over top of his demolished opponent, grinning ear to ear with unabashed cocky pride, he looks like the cover of a 1950’s beefcake magazine. Fuck, this wasn’t easy for him. But damn, the look of satisfaction on his face as he’s got the proof of his superiority splayed out in front of him makes me swoon. Piss this kid off at your own risk. But, yeah, please do that, because I’m here for more!