After Dash was humiliated by his and Alex’s tag team loss to the Green Team at the end of last year, he decided it was time to look for a new tag team partner. He scoured the roster for a partner that he could count on and decided one of the new guys fit the bill. He was looking for a bodybuilder like himself, and that guy was Bruce Ballard. Bruce has shown great promise as an up and coming superstar, conquering the likes of fellow rookies Tyson Matthews and Blake Keller and pushing reigning superstars Austin Cooper and Alex Waters to their limits in his four matches to date.

Dash liked what he saw in the rookie, approached him with the idea, and a new team was formed! Dash wanted his new team to start with a bang, so he challenged the two guys that have been at the top of the Rock Hard roster since its early days. He called out Austin Cooper and Zack Johnathan, the Z-man. Of course these two veterans didn’t back down and quickly huddled for a strategy session. Coop and Z-man have plenty of impressive muscle themselves but wanted to take a different approach for this match, and they decided speed kills. So the stage was set, it is going to be Team Strength vs Team Speed in this showdown.

Team Speed enters the ring first, sporting matching red t-shirts, black trunks and black boots. Their t-shirts emblazed with the super hero ‘Flash’ logo. As the two muscle studs enter the ring, they begin running the ropes, bouncing and crisscrossing the mat like lightning. The two bodybuilders enter the arena in blue super hero ‘Superman’ t-shirts and seem amused with the muscle boy’s antics. Of course once both teams are inside the squared circle, the testosterone level begins to rise and a flex off occurs.

The ring is filled with four spectacular muscle studs and they aren’t afraid to show off their bodies. If you’re into muscle, this could be the pinnacle match for you! When these four studs peel off their t-shirts you wonder how either team if going to lose?

Round one begins with Coop saying to Zack he’ll start things off and Bruce in his corner ready to go. But, as Coop comes across the ring he declares he wants to start the action with Dash, the bigger one. He claims he wants to start off with super man not super woman. Surprisingly, Team Strength obliges and Bruce steps out and Dash steps in. Not a good omen for the two bodybuilders. Coop scores with a cheap shot, carries Dash across the ring for some double teaming, then controls the big bodybuilder down on the mat. The burly redhead squeezes his massive thighs around Dash’s waist before tagging in the Z-man. Zack gets a few shots in on the chosen one before he’s able to tag in Bruce to the rescue. Bruce uses his brute strength to hoist Zack up in the air and carries him around the ring, but its short lived for the total package as Zack gets to his feet and with lightning speed ducks under Bruce and reverses the control. Zack brings Bruce over against the ropes near his corner and places him in one of his signature holds, a standing ab stretch against the ropes.

Zack has Bruce’s fantastic physique stretched out, and Coop is quick to double team bodybuilder with a rear choke. Bruce’s mouth-watering muscles are being pummeled, pulled, and stretched to their limits. Like an insect caught in a spider’s web, Bruce is in deep trouble with Team Speed. They work over his muscles like he was their own personal play toy, but the bodybuilder is able to endure the punishment for now. The teams tag in and out, and get shots in on one another, but in the end Team Speed has their eyes on the lesser experienced Bruce.

As Bruce is using his super power to pick up and slam Coop to the mat, Zack distracts the rookie and Coop draws on his lightning speed to turn the tables. Coop bitch slaps Bruce across the chest, then draws on his own power to place the bodybuilder in a torture rack across his broad shoulders, proclaiming you guys aren’t the only ones with strength. He then whips Bruce into the turnbuckle where Zack awaits for some more double team punishment which also includes Coop grinding his boot deep into the bodybuilder’s crotch. As Bruce is cringing in pain, Coop determines it’s time to take rookie out. Austin set’s him up on the mat and places Bruce into his famous crotch splitting finishing hold known as ‘the Coop’. Bruce’s poor crotch is stretched out in agonizing pain and he has no choice but to whimper out a submission. Round one goes to Team Speed as Coop flexes his mighty biceps over the fallen prey.

Round two starts with the same two guys, Austin and Bruce, and nothing has changed as Coop begins with a bearhug on the rookie bodybuilder as he was trying to walk off the pain in his groin. But Bruce is able to soon tag in Dash to get some relief. Dash climbs through the ropes, takes a cheap shot at Zack, then challenges the brawny redhead to a test of strength. No surprise, Dash takes the control and in a complete display of power never seen before actually lifts Coop of his feet as their hands are locked. Coop is stunned, but Zack comes to his rescue with a shot to Dash’s back. This opens the door for Team Speed to have some fun and double team Dash in their corner, and topping it off with a dose of groin punishment.

As Dash struggles to get to his feet, Zack comes in and rides the big guy like a well broken in surfboard. But Dash doesn’t stay down for long, he connects with two well-placed elbows into Zack’s perfect pecs to floor the world class fitness model. He then proceeds to deliver some payback, placing his size 11 boot straight down on the Z-man’s family jewels. Zack squirms in pain, then Dash tosses him around the ring in a full nelson like a ragdoll before he’s able to escape briefly and tag in Austin. Coop climbs the turnbuckle in an attempt to make a flying splash into Dash, but it doesn’t happen as Dash stays outside the striking distance. The chosen one has worked up a good lather at this point and catches Coop with a kick to the gut. As Coop lays face down, Dash tags in Bruce and they take the time to double team the weakened veteran by nearly pulling and ripping his massive arms right out of their shoulder sockets.

The action in round two continues at a furious pace, with each team having their time to dish out the pain and punishment on one another’s pumped up muscles. With Dash and Bruce knowing they need to win this round, they make an all-out assault on the smaller muscle boy Zack. The Z-man gets stretched and power slammed to the mat by Bruce, before Bruce hoists the battered opponent over his impressive broad into a crucifix. Zack’s award winning muscles are draped over the bodybuilder’s back and he’s completely vulnerable. Bruce bounces him up and down a few times to exaggerate the pain, then walks him over to his partner. Dash salivates at the chance to punch, pound and ab claw Zack’s exposed torso until the muscle model can’t take it any longer.

Bruce dastardly makes him submit multiple times before dropping him to the mat and proudly flexing his own imposing biceps over his beaten down opponent. Team Strength evens this match at one round a piece. Will the sweaty bodybuilders be able to continue imposing their will on Team Speed and chalk up an inaugural victory? Or, can the veterans Austin and Zack use their lightning like speed and their own dose of muscle to spoil the new tag team’s debut? One thing’s for certain, the final round is packed with high flying and power packed action with the match lasting a full 40 minutes to determine the outcome between these four extraordinary physiques!

Sexy ripped NK powerhouse DJ has a reputation for hitting his opponent hard and fucking him even harder. With a hot body and some mad wrestling skills, cocky stud Chris Tyler is quickly becoming aforce to be reckoned with here on Naked Kombat. These two fighters will push each other to the limit on the mat and then push each other over the edge with a brutal suck and fuck session in the end. Total domination leads to total humiliation and a cum covered facial to finish.

“DJ is the gold standard at NK. He’s Brenn Wyson without the nasty. Here he’s met his perfect nemesis in Nikko Alexander. Two fighters with real wrestling skills. Nikko displayed outbursts of speed and intensity as the match progressed so a rematch should be even more exciting. Rough smooching and face licking to antagonize and score points(?) was red hot. Nikko wanted to open-hand smack DJ’s face in the beginning, but stopped short, and occasionally threw some light punches to DJ’s side. Nikko is cocky and likes it rough. Highlight for me was definitely DJ discovering Nikko’s pleasure at having his nips pulled hard. Fantastic fuckin sex match! Unlike some of the comments below from others, I say horseshit. Much more DJ and much more Nikko. A Very Big Thanks to Both!” – tufftittie

“Have been anticipating this match-up since seeing Nikko v Jake Austin and it sure did not disappoint. DJ is one hell of a good wrestler and a rough, sexy and inventive top. He is also one lucky fuck to get so many opportunities to get it on with hot new studs like Nikko. Although DJ is a familiar face on NK, I think he does a great job of showcasing new talent. I think all newbies (whatever their size) should have to wrestle DJ as part of their initiation to NK. I’m now eagerly awaiting a match between Nikko and Leo Forte. That should be super hot!” – threk

Drake Marcos vs Steven Ponce

Pleasure and Pain

Despite earnest and persistent efforts to chat him up and be friendly, Drake complains that Steven Ponce, a well known disc-jockey and stud around town, won’t give him the time of day. Drake harbored horny hopes that the hairy hunk might be interested in a very private match one warm South Florida night in a darkened BG East Arena. He had met Steven more than once at previous BG “events” but the randy redhead seems unable or unwilling to remember or recognize an embarrassed and annoyed Drake. This seemingly rude rebuke sticks in Drake’s craw and when the opportunity arises to take Ponce on for the BG East cameras, Drake salivates at the prospect of claiming some respect – the hard way!

Steven Ponce’s form-fitting bodysuit catches Drake Marcos’ attention right away. Drake likes it alright, but he was kind of hoping for something … less. In any event, he takes the initiative, dragging the ginger latino down, trapping him in his arms and legs, and then binding him in a combination of full nelson and body scissors. He transitions to a double chicken-wing hold and a stiff spanking. Steven returns the favor, initiating a taunting pattern of give and take (and oneupmanship) that persists for most of the match.

We last saw Drake and Steven in X-Fights 38, in which Steven made eternal twink Skip Vance his bitch and Drake butch-bottomed for Lorenzo “Jake” Lowe in a match BG East customers voted the sexiest of 2014. It’s no surprise, then, that these two should set their sights on each other for this 42-minute hot and horny skivvy skirmish.

Though close in weight, Drake and Steven are physically a study in contrasts. Perenially smiling Drake is lean and long-limbed, four inches taller than confident Steven, who is broad-shouldered and meaty. Drake Marcos personifies the “boy next door.” Steven Ponce is made of somewhat darker material, as he demonstrated last year against macho-daddy Ray Dalton in Dark Knights 11, also nominated as one of 2014’s sexiest matches.

Seven minutes in, Drake wins the first fall by submission. It’s a hard-won victory, and by now both wrestlers are sweaty and panting for air. Drake rubs his solidly built conquest down like a racehorse while freeing him of his bodysuit, saying, “Let’s see what you got underneath here.” Steven doesn’t resist, unaffectedly standing buck naked, his cock having firmed up in the press and strain of defeat. Drake rummages through his bag for something smaller for the guy to wear. Drake settles on a pair of luminous blue briefs, which Steven slips into while muttering, with a slight, mocking smirk, “You’re dead.”

Seconds later, a full nelson has Drake writhing in Steven’s arms, whether in agony or ecstasy, it’s hard to tell. Drake retaliates by climbing all over Steven till a schoolboy pin suddenly fastens his shoulders to the mat. Steven thrusts the crotch of his briefs to Drake’s mouth. He tells Drake to surrender to him. His voice makes the word “surrender” seductive. He slides down the tall, slim body so they are crotch to crotch while he stretches Drake’s long arms high over his head. A camel clutch finally convinces Marcos to tap out.

The combination of foreplay and horseplay raises the temperature in the mat room to scorching. At the halfway point, Ponce looks like the man in charge, though it would be a mistake to count Marcos out this early. Both wrestlers lose their gear, Drake first, then Steven. Full nelsons, bear hugs, and 69 headscissors keep the two bodies interlocked and writhing. In the end, the victor pins his opponent and strokes his cock to climax while the loser sucks his balls. Next, it’s the loser’s turn to shoot, while the victor stands over him, foot on the side of his face, his neck, and finally his chest. Man mastering man never looked sexier. Another hot hit from the X-Fights series, unique to and available only from BG East.

Lon Dumont vs Charlie Panther

Don’t Piss Off a Bodybuilder!

Competitive bodybuilder Lon Dumont is one of the most methodical, disciplined, focused athletes you’ll ever encounter. All of that hard work earns the hot hunk dividends, both inside and outside the ring. Having just won a trophy in his latest bodybuilding competition the night before, still sporting his spray on tan, Lon indulges in his post-competition ritual of binging on pizza to cap off six months of starvation dieting.

Pro-wrestler Charlie Panther is intrigued to find the bodybuilding champ stuffing his face ringside. Convinced he deserves the trophy more than Lon, Charlie challenges the bodybuilder to a pose down. “The world wants to see who has the best muscles this arena has to offer!”

“Fans of mine have come to expect a certain look from me,” Lon declines politely, “and right now, today, sure I look better than anyone else, but I’m not up to my personal standards. So, some other time.” As you might have guessed, however, Charlie Panther doesn’t take “no” for an answer. Bashing the bodybuilder with his own trophy, Charlie launches a brutal assault on the carb-drunk physique star. Ripping off Lon’s top, he insists on giving the fans the side-by-side muscle comparison he knows you’re craving. “That’s what you get when you don’t give the Big Cat what he wants,” Charlie sneers, stomping Lon in the gut. “The people want to see your body next to my body!”

Starvation dieting leaves even premiere athletes like Lon with depleted reserves and a short fuse. He sucks down an avalanche of domineering abuse from his skilled opponent, growing angrier by the second. Suffering helplessly in a chinlock, back wound around Charlie’s knee, Lon’s championship musculature is on beautiful display. The normally dominant heel is clearly sluggish, caught off his game and entirely out-of-sorts. Charlie exploits the moment with relish, bullying and brutalizing Lon long and hard. Lon’s chiseled torso is stretched out vulnerably when his opponent crushes his skull in smothering headscissors. “Those washboard abs aren’t doing you any good now, are they, champ?” he smirks, pounding fists into the bodybuilder’s ripped muscles.

Lest you count out Lon Dumont too soon, rest assured that all of those lauded muscles are good for a lot more than just winning bodybuilding trophies. When Lon’s years of indy pro-wrestling experience kick in, along with the rush of cheap carbs finally flushing his depleted muscles with renewed energy, he turns this bodybuilder squash into a highly competitive, low-down, heel-versus-heel battle of the bad boys. The dangerous wrestlers both choke out submissions, but only one can chain together a furious barrage of crippling submission holds that absolutely crush his opponent in body and soul. Coming between a post-competition bodybuilder and his pizza may be a stroke of genius or the biggest mistake of Charlie Panther’s career. One way or the other, only one rock hard hunk manages to shut his notoriously trash-talking opponent up for good and walk away from the ring with that trophy in hand.

Lon Dumont vs Pete Sharp

Lon’s Short “Sharp Shock”

Pete Sharp began impressing fans and opponents alike the moment he first arrived on the scene at BG East. His magnificent muscle definition, flawlessly bronzed skin, and piercing ice-blue eyes have won him an army of fans, but it’s a different, impossible-to-miss, stunningly prominent attribute that won the blond bombshell the vote for BG East’s “Best Bulge of 2014″. With buzz like that, it’s little wonder that he caught the attention of competitive bodybuilder and seasoned pro-wrestling heel Lon Dumont. Lon even offered pretty Pete an introduction to indy pro-wrestling as Lon’s very own tag team partner. Apparently, that didn’t go so well.

“You may look like a million bucks,” the bitter heel snarls, “but you’ve got a 10 cent brain.” Lon sets out to start completely over with the popular rookie’s training, treating Pete to a remedial lesson in pro-wrestling 101. “I’m going to show you how to lock up. It’s called collar-and-elbow,” Lon lectures condescendingly, grabbing hold of the dazzling blond beauty. In a flash, the seasoned veteran snaps on a side headlock and congratulates himself. Perhaps a moment too soon. Pete hoists the smaller man up into the air and daintily deposits lightweight Lon on a top turnbuckle, mussing the veteran’s hair playfully while wearing a cocky grin.

His dignity bruised, Lon flies into a rage. Grabbing hold of powerful Pete’s wrist, he tries to whip the big man across the ring, but he literally cannot move the mountain of muscle. Pete reverses, viciously driving Lon’s lower back into the turnbuckle and dropping him to his knees. Lon simply cannot fathom that a “brainless,” oh-so-beautiful rookie can be manhandling him like this. “Try to do that again,” Lon dares. Pete does, and when Lon comes violently bouncing off the turnbuckle, the Best Bulge winner snaps his lightweight opponent up off his feet in a breath-stealing, belly-to-belly bearhug. He flings the hapless heel about like rag doll, promising to snap his ribs if he doesn’t submit. Sure enough, Lon submits, and quickly finds himself flung to the mat to stare up at the magnificent muscleman flexing over top of him. “You look pretty ‘smart’ there on the ground now,” Pete taunts.

“Did I say you were dumb? I didn’t mean that,” Lon grunts as he climbs to his hands and knees and lands a sickening right hook to Pete’s award-winning package. “I didn’t mean dumb. Asinine, perhaps. Idiotic, maybe. A very, very bad listener!” Pretty Pete gets the full treatment from the dastardly heel. Lon rakes those baby blue eyes relentlessly with his fingers, the ring ropes, and his boot laces. Powerful Pete looks like Prometheus bound, suffering in anguish with his phenomenal physique tied up tight in the ring ropes. The bronzed-god’s proportionally perfect pecs draw the most bitter ire, as Lon digs his fingers up to the knuckle clawing and ripping at Pete’s illustrated chest. Mounted on the battered beauty in a cocky schoolboy pin, Lon slaps down taunts and scorn until suddenly Pete hooks his legs under Lon’s arms, rolls him to his back and slaps down an astonishing 3-count pinfall!

Beauty, brawn, and savvy presence of mind in the ring? Pete’s superhuman proportions are certainly not the only attributes making him a serious contender in the BG East ring. The only question left is whether Lon Dumont is truly smart enough, strong enough, and experienced enough to back up that endless stream of trash talk to dig himself out of the deep, humbling hole that this fan favorite rookie has put him in.

Lon Dumont vs Biff Farrell

All American Biff on the Hoof!

When you have a hankering for massive, muscled wrestling hunks, is there anything as satisfying as Grade-A American beef? Prepare to have your hunger sated by bulging, blond beefcake Biff Farrell! His high and tight haircut, stars and stripes trunks, and luxuriant mass of thick, powerful, sculpted muscles are a profile in all-American hunk perfection. There aren’t enough superlatives to convey just how stunning a specimen of mouthwatering muscle Biff is. Even Lon Dumont, normally never at a loss for words, finds himself momentarily speechless as he pulls up a stool to sit down and marvel at the sight of the remarkable rookie.

“Good lord, you are a horse! What beef in the ring right now!” Lon finally manages to articulate the awe that big Biff inspires. “I’m in the mood for some spine tingling male thrills,” Lon announces, clearly convinced that this granite-carved powerhouse is just the man to make his (and your) spine tingle.

As ready as he is to admire impressive beefcake Biff’s body, Lon remains convinced that his own ripped aesthetics and superior intelligence are guaranteed to overcome the obvious, raw advantage the rookie has in size. An opening arm wrestling challenge, however, proves that a quick wit is no match for Biff’s gargantuan biceps.

Lon bashes the smirking beefcake in the gut with the stool. “Do you think that’s in any way okay, attempting to embarrass me like that?!” He viciously digs his fingertips into the rookie’s eyes. He chokes big Biff with his jacket and brings the behemoth to his knees. What Lon may lack in equivalent size, he’s more than ready to make up for with years of experience delivering vile, underhanded heel moves. He quickly decides that just beating the bulging rookie is nowhere near enough. Lon announces that nothing short of forcing the dazzling rookie to flex will give the raging veteran satisfaction.

However, Biff Farrell doesn’t just look spine-tinglingly hot. To Lon’s shock, the rookie has moves. Out of nowhere, he defies Lon’s demands to flex, and instead turns the tables. The newbie traps Lon in the corner and drives his gargantuan shoulders over and over again into the heel’s gut. Lon’s noggin disappears when the rookie stuffs it between his tree trunk thighs in a standing headscissors. This is no naive, flat-footed rook who uses leverage and speed to rain down crippling blows and joint-wrenching holds. Like a seasoned pro, Biff grabs hold of the momentum with two big, burly hands and doesn’t let Lon go from a rib-crushing bearhug until the weeping veteran submits. Big Biff is definitely no rookie meathead!

In case you were worried that the promise of a forced-to-flex match goes unrealized, don’t be. With two fantastic physiques like these, muscle fans will rejoice to see the vicious back and forth turn towards all-out muscle humiliation. The price of submission requires humbling lat spreads, demeaned double biceps, and humiliated most-muscular poses. It takes brawn and brains for one of these powerhouse competitors to leave his opponent crushed and out cold. But which magnificent muscle hunk is the one to make your spine (and other parts) tingle?

MJ Vergara vs Denny Cartier

Straw, Meet the Camel’s Back

If there’s one thing that pisses of Denny Cartier the most, it’s a poser. Denny is one of the most serious students of amateur wrestling you’ll ever meet, and it shows, in his technique and in his demeanor. Arguably our most skilled mat wrestler, it’s the rare day when any opponent gets the better of him on the mats. He lives and breathes wrestling, and his unflappable mat face intimidates even the most experienced opponents – just ask Jonny Firestorm! But when he finds acrobatic street hunk MJ Vergara taking up space on the mats in order to admire his finely sculpted muscles in the mirror, normally even-keeled Denny absolutely loses his shit. Denny has faced his share of self-appreciative muscle heads.

“This room isn’t for fucking flexing!” Denny snarls. “It’s for wrestling!” Mirror-mesmerized MJ just keeps flexing his stunningly developed and exquisitely defined muscles. “You’re just jealous,” the ripped young acrobat smirks. Denny is not known for having a short fuse, but MJ has just lit it, and Denny is on him with a vengeance. The hot, lightweight physique star looks like little more than a practice dummy as Denny puts him on the mat hard and instantly controls him from behind. “I’ll throw you around all day, buddy!” Denny promises.

MJ has been a quick study since first arriving at BG East with little more than an oversized ego and some street fights on his resume. Sure, he’s a poser. With a fantastically fit physique like his, can you blame him for wanting to stare at his lusciously sexy muscles all day? But when he’s able to rally all of that incredible muscle and mind-blowing flexibility, any opponent will rue the day they underestimated him on the mats. And when push comes to shove, MJ isn’t shy about resorting to street tactics to level the playing field.

Something visibly snaps in the calm, calculating Cartier. On the receiving end of sucker punches, suddenly getting humiliated on the very mats he has rightfully owned for years, our most technically superior mat tactician simply goes ape shit on his shocked opponent. He doesn’t just spladle MJ’s gorgeous body, he also batters the boy’s six-pack abs. He doesn’t just make the street hunk submit, he rips his jungle print trunks off of his gorgeous body!

“So THAT’S what it feels like to cheat at wrestling?!” Denny marvels, obviously relishing the moment he sheds the shackles of sportsmanship and fair play. Digging deeper into the dark side, he looks hungrier than we’ve ever seen him, and the look of horror on MJ’s face says it all. There may be no more terrifying sight than Denny Cartier, one of the most dominant forces in mat wrestling, now relieved of the pesky constraints of following the rules.

The mat room becomes MJ Vergara’s personal torture chamber as the newly-minted sadistic heel Denny works out years of pent up frustration for being ball-bashed and sucker-punched by opponents with a fraction of Denny’s mat skills. He literally picks the street hunk up off his feet and flings cute MJ Vergara into the nearest wall. Not once, but again and again!

A vicious, completely unnecessary choke leaves the acrobat croaking for mercy, but all Denny can hear is, “Hurt me harder!” MJ gurgles, gags, chokes, and pleads, “I said that I submit!,” but Denny just doesn’t give a fuck anymore. BG East wrestlers and fans, you are officially on notice. Denny Cartier is done with being “Mr. Nice Guy”. Look out! What a finale!

Brenn Wyson vs Race Cooper

Victorious fighters Brenn Wyson and Race Cooper return for one smoking hot match where sexual domination is the name of the game. With an amazing body and wrestling background, Race is all confident that the match is his before it even starts. Brenn has a body to match and to top it all off he even fights professionally. After he annihilated Brandon Monroe in his first match, is he going to do the same to Race? Or will Race shut this brute up and teach his ass a lesson?

“TOTALLY OWNED!! One of the hottest matches on here. I love how verbal Brenn is while dominating his opponent, and he just went ALL OUT. He’s right – Race has a great body and an incredible ass. Round 4 was unreal…AMAZING. Great job to both men.” – Dominate38

“Welcome back Brynn, Stuoendous bout! Race is no mean wrestler but he looked like putty in Brynns hands. Looks like I shall have to fly out to S F and give Brynn his first defeat. Seriously, who IS going to beat Brynn? Tremendous guys, thanks for ALL.” – Austencolwell

Blaine Janus vs Andy Hammer

Blond vs. Blond: Erotic Babyface Battlers!

Climb into the way-back time machine and get a load of Blaine Janus and Andy Hammer as two sensationally sweet, babyfaced rookies desperate to impress The Boss and BG East fans. Both wrestlers have come a long way their impressive debuts now so long ago.

Blaine has established himself as one of our fiercest and sexiest erotic mat wrestlers with a serious kink for dishing out a titillating combination of sensual pleasure and punishing pain. Blond Blaine’s beautiful big eyes, his sultry, seductive sex appeal and cocky, feisty and exceedingly mouthy attitude have made him a favorite among many sectors of BG East fandom.

Fans know Andy as one of the babiest babyfaces on record, with baby blue eyes, a mouthwatering bubble butt, and a superhuman capacity for not just enduring, but getting off on the receiving end of crushing corporal punishment. Not the least bit surprising given that he was a “special” recruit of Kid Leopard who took “special pains” to train Andy himself, this attention reflected in Andy’s impressive arsenal of intricate holds and sexy submissions.

But before all of that came into focus for these eager young wrestlestuds, hell, before Blaine was even out of his braces, they faced one another in the BG East mat room with nothing but beauty, blond ambition, and a bristling desire to have at each other.

If you think you know what to expect from these two wrestlers, think again. Toned and tanned Andy swarms all over his overwhelmed opponent, quickly establishing complete control over Blaine’s body. Blaine is helpless as his hot young tormentor doesn’t just pin his face beneath his crotch, but repeatedly, violently pounds the Canuck’s dazed face with his cock. Just when Blaine manages to squirm free, Andy is two moves ahead, sliding like grease into an expertly applied sharpshooter that leaves Blaine screaming for mercy.

You can begin to glimpse the fan favorite wrestlers these wet-behind-the-ears young bucks are destined to become. Blaine licks his lips as he locks his opponent up tight and tortures him viciously, even pulling at Andy’s blond underarm hair! The cocky, erotic sadist we know and love swells with excitement at every whimper and scream he elicits from cute Andy.

Fans of watching hot young Hammer swallow gallons of agony will delight to see the first stirrings of his lustful pleasure in the hands of a vile and vicious sadist. There’s no mistaking that these boys are still relatively raw rookies at this point in their careers. Neither of them holds onto an advantage for long. Rough around the edges, they struggle for finishers. Sure, they trade submissions, but they have yet to master the pressure points and tolerances of an opponent’s body to sufficiently beat the fight out of each other.

Until, that is, one young buck lands a breathtakingly solid jab to his opponent’s balls. Finally he chains together a series of moves that drive his opponent to the edge of total panic. You may be surprised by which handsome hunk leaves the other literally weeping at his feet, but you shouldn’t be shocked that all of that raw, raging fight finally devolves into a scorching hot, sweat-soaked, groaning, grinding make out session. Action as ONLY BG East can produce!

Will Myers vs Patrick Donovan

Who’s Your Daddy?

Patrick Donovan boasts one of the longest running careers at BG East, from his early days as an infinitely crushable, long, lean, babyface mat rookie to his newest releases as a steely, strong, dangerously skilled veteran daddy at home in the ring or on the mats. Everything about Patrick has grown, including his arsenal of crippling submission holds, his lust for breaking opponents into pieces, and his big, broad, bulging pecs. Far from the day he won the title of Jobber of the Year at Wrestlefest 2, no one with half a brain considers him anything less than one of our most accomplished and competitive mat specialists.

So eyebrows were raised when one-time BG East wrestler Will Meyers made a special appeal to get his hands all over Patrick for his return match. Will is well known on the private wrestling circuit but his experience on the BG mats is limited to one sizzler of a mat match versus Glenn Scott on Gazebo Grapplers 2. The salt-and-pepper hottie is a mature daddy, and he has a reputation as a highly accomplished technical wrestler with a seriously sadistic streak. Success in pick-up wrestling circles doesn’t always translate to dominance in front of the cameras on the BG East mat, though, as both Will and Patrick well know.

The trash talk flies as Patrick and Will stroll into the mat room. There’s no love lost as the two abruptly launch into each other with a fury. There’s no pretense of feeling each other out. There’s no tentative testing, no gauging strengths and weaknesses. From the start, they wrestle with balls out brutal intensity. Will dives face first into high stakes, high intensity offense that consistently knocks the savvy veteran on this back. A grapevine and armbar combination methodically stretches Patrick’s beautiful, smooth body out vulnerably.

When the icy calm veteran silently refuses to submit or even attempt to counter, a frustrated Will snarls, “What, did you fall asleep!?” Patrick is not amused: “Just waiting for you to tire out, old man,” the tall blond smirks. Repeatedly, Patrick patiently waits for the salt-and-pepper newbie to overreach, at which point the dangerous veteran strikes like lightning, grabbing hold of the momentum and making his hot hirsute opponent pay.

Surprisingly closely matched in skill, strength and stamina, both technical wrestlers score submissions. Finally sliding to Patrick’s back, the hairy hottie forces the first crack in Patrick’s icy cool facade, securing the first fall submission. But before he can celebrate, Patrick is on top again, wearing the daddy out with combination holds that keep him guessing from what angle the next assault will come. Suddenly, Will finds himself flat on his back, smothered beneath Patrick’s balls as the veteran rolls him up and splits his legs open, spreads him wide until the helpless pinned daddy angrily taps out and submits.

The third and decisive fall is, quite literally, balls out wrestling intensity as Will stretches Patrick out beyond the ability of his tight white trunks to contain him. The balance of power teeters back and forth as they battle to the wire, until skull crushing headscissors milk the last ounce of resistance out of one furiously bruised wrestler. There’s always time left for one last humiliating schoolboy pin, humbling smacks to the face, and only one hot and cocky hunk left slapping down the victorious trash talk. MEN doing what they do best!