Still Kickin’

I thought I’d better post something before someone prematurely starts writing my obituary.  I’m still adjusting to offline changes in my life, but I’m also happily carving out stolen moments here and there to enjoy watching hot wrestling. My thanks to those who periodically check-in when you notice I’m quiet for a while. It’s always nice to be missed. And a big word of humble gratitude to man-of-my-dreams Scott Williams who not only noticed my absence, not only dropped a comment on the blog asking how I’m doing, but also let me know that he’s thinking about arranging an opportunity for me to see him wrestle in person.

Scott Williams

Fuck, that’ll bring me back from death’s doorstep anytime.  Honestly, if you ever find me in cardiac arrest, skip the CPR and just get Scott Williams on the line letting me know when and where I can get a live show of him making Ty Alexander cry and beg. I guarantee you that’ll be an instant miracle cure.

Scott hurting pretty boys makes life livable.

If you know me, you know I’ve got opinions piling up about the best and brightest new releases that have come out over the past couple of months. While I’m assembling my thoughts and trying to sort through a backlog of reviews, this post is mostly just to let you know I’m still kicking. And in that spirit, here are some hot, decisive kicks that make my heart beat harder.

Dylon Roberts vs. Hawk Rodman – Bulge Battles 1
Flash LaCash vs. Kip Sorell – Demolition 21 (Best Squash of 2016)
Kid Karisma vs. Reese Wells – Ringwars 27
Biff Farrell vs. Chet Chastain – Babyface Brawl 4
Dick Rick vs. Donnie Drake – Pros in Private 11
Rudy Cortez vs. Nick Naughton – Ringwars 14
Lane Hartley vs. Richie Douglas – Lane’s Sinister Side

The Money, the Car, the Fame

I’m always in awe of the serendipity in my ongoing delightful stroll through the libraries of homoerotic wrestling. Case in point: I had a hankering to see Reese Wells naked and suffering cock and ball battering in Ball Bash 2. That highly entertaining match reintroduced me to the particular joys of watching Jonny Firestorm relentlessly on the attack. So I was pleased to enjoy Jonny’s latest release, starring in both matches in Pros in Private 8.

Both of these matches appear to be from a few years back, when Johnny was ripped to shreds and awesomely veiny. In the recurring debate over body types, Jonny often pops up in discussion as having fierce fans of him looking smooth, hard, and sporting zero bodyfat, or, conversely, looking hairy, big and beefy. As with many things, I consider myself blessed to be versatile. I’ll enjoy him either way, and there’s nothing at all wrong with Jonny with veiny, shredded thighs and six pack abs.  I’m also a pushover for a thick, tough guy accent, which Jonny brings with him regardless of his BMI.
Again, serendipity strikes, as I’m loving my introduction to Rudy Cortez. I’ve stumbled across pics of Rudy before, but his pics just don’t capture his sexiness-in-motion. In particular, Rudy possesses an incredible ass that absolutely hypnotizes me as he wrestles. When I can tear my eyes away from his glutes, I’m also appreciative of Rudy’s handsome face and, most of all, his awesome athleticism. Like Jonny, Rudy is clearly an accomplished amateur wrestler who does a fantastic job of translating his skills into a pro ring.
Both Rudy and Jonny are pretty understated characters, by my estimation. They’re both eerily cool and confident, of few words, and emotionally ranging primarily between fierce and suffering. This is Jonny’s match from start to finish, though. Not that this isn’t a fantastically competitive confrontation, but the moment that Jonny strolls in, looking like a souped up version of a 17 year-old skater boy, explaining that he came to BG East for the money, the car, and the fame… from that point on, this story just seems to me to be all about Jonny.
Watching two highly skilled, hot young hardbodies throw, slam, squeeze and fly like this is awesomely entertaining and, what’s more, a major, major turn on for me. This match is one of those that has me frequently gasping in appreciation and wonder and breathless, over and over again. This is also one of those products lawyers should require come with the caution, “Don’t try this at home,” because these boys are nothing if not professional drivers on a closed course.

They both bend and bounce like rubber, putting each other’s bodies on beautiful display. These are classically gorgeous bodies locked in class pro wrestling. Jonny turns on the gas about two-thirds of the way through, relentlessly climbing back on top over and over to beat Rudy further and further into the mat. It reaches that point where I have to ask myself if Jonny will be satisfied with anything less than Rudy’s broken neck. In the end, watching Jonny work so hard for every single inch against Rudy, it leaves me wondering how Jonny feels about “the dream” these days, now that he’s tasted “the money, the car, the fame.”