Bruce Ballard vs Zack Johnathan

Two of the sexiest muscle studs in the business square off in this match! ‘The Total Package’ Bruce has burst on the scene over the last year and has racked up an impressive 5-2 record, which includes an impressive win over Alex Waters and two tag team victories partnering up with his buddy Dash Decker. But, in his last match he was totally dominated and tormented by Rock Hard’s resident bad boy Ethan Andrews. Ethan tore Bruce apart muscle by mother watering muscle until Bruce couldn’t submit fast enough to put an end to the torture. Bruce thought he would take a super hero approach to this match, and what better super hero to become with the name of Bruce than Batman?!

‘The World Class Fitness Model’ Zack has been with Rock Hard since day one and has piled up 12 victories against just 7 losses. His picture perfect physique has been featured in an abundance of magazines, movies, and magic mike type shows. His glorious muscles are adored by the women and envied by the guys. He’s always in peak shape, and like a fine wine, keeps getting better with age. Zack isn’t afraid to step into the ring with anyone, and he certainly won’t be intimidated by Batman Bruce!

Round 1

Round one begins after some early banter where Bruce claims he’s feeling good and he’s ready, and Zack questioning the Batman t-shirt. The two muscle hunks lock up and Bruce scores first with a swift knee to Zack’s abs and a clothesline that stuns the fitness model. Bruce remarks ‘you’re not talking so much now’ and connects with a few stomps to the Z-man’s six-pack, then begins stretching his money making muscles out on the mat. Bodybuilder Bruce releases the hold only to place Zack face down on the mat and stretches him out some more by yanking back on his well-built arms with a surfboard. T t-shirt seems to be working for Bruce, as he continues to control Zack with an arm bar, a head scissors, then transitions that to a leg scissors around Z-man’s slim waist. Bruce is feeling it as he flexes his eye-popping bicep while his opponent lay trapped between his massive thighs. Zack manages to survive the hold and get to his feet but Bruce is there to scoop him up and drop him across knee into a backbreaker. Magic Zack’s impeccable muscles are stretched out over the bodybuilder’s knee. Bruce works his abs over a bit before shoving the Z-man to the mat.

It seems like Batman Bruce is here to clean up Gotham as he has Zack trapped in a reverse bearhug and walks him around the ring. The Z-man says he’s about to puke after Bruce tosses him to the mat and begins admiring himself in the mirror. That turns out to be a major mistake, and with no Robin around to help him, Zack is able to turn the tables on the pride of Gotham. Z-man connects with his size 10 white boot to the small of the bodybuilder’s back, and tells him ‘never turn your back on me!’ The world class fitness model has wrestled in enough matches to know when he’s given an opening, and he’s going to make the bodybuilder pay. Zack begins by nearly ripping Bruce’s head off, looking a lot like he’s trying to unmask the Gotham guy, then lifts him up into a standing full nelson, overpowering Bruce before forcing him into the mat. He’s just warming up as he scoops Bruce up and slams him down, then begins torturing his back as be pulls back on the bodybuilder’s chin with his knee driven into Bruce’s back. Zack’s arms are flexed to the max as he cranks back on Bruce’s chin, while the bodybuilder groans in pain.

Zack has all the momentum at this point, and Bruce has to wonder what’s going on? Zack delivers the punishment with a standing headlock and a single leg boston crab, knowing he’s close to claiming victory. As Bruce is suffering on the mat, Zack stands up, grabs one of Bruce’s wrist and one of his ankles and starts tugging Bruce’s limbs with his mighty muscles. Bruce cries out in pain, knows he’s in trouble but refuses to give up. So the Z-man starts stomping his boot into the ribcage until the bodybuilder can’t take it an longer and screams out a submission. Zack towers over a defeated Bruce saying ‘round one’s mine brother’. And indeed it is!

Round 2

Bruce looks spent in his corner at the start of round two, and Zack asks him if he’s ‘ready for more?’ Zack attacks and quickly goes to work on Bruce’s stellar six-pack, then gives his groin a good stretching in a wishbone move, before nearly choking him out with a rear naked choke hold. The Z-man is on point for this match and having his way with the bodybuilder. Both of their spectacular bodies are working up a nice sweat 12 minutes into the match that makes their muscles even more spectacular. Zack stay on offense with the intent of sweeping the Batman in two straight rounds, locking him up in a reverse bear hug, punishing him in the ropes, then drops him over the knee for a payback backbreaker and driving his vice like grip into the bodybuilder’s abs with a brutalizing claw hold.

Bruce is finally able to reverse the momentum and catches the fitness model with a leg sweep which allows for him to go on offense. Bruce works the Z-man over in every corner of the ring with; a double leg boston crab, several heavy stomps and slams, a painful camel clutch that has Zack in serious trouble. Bruce seizes the opportunity to set Zack up in a kneeling surfboard and uses his massive muscles to yank back on his arms as his boot is driven deep in his back. Zack’s magic muscles contain a lot of power, but not when he’s in this position, and he’s compelled to submit to end the agony. Bruce flexes his mighty bi’s to claim round two.

Both of these muscle studs go all out in round three and both of them have opportunities to secure the victory. Can Batman Bruce gain the advantage with his colossal muscles and lucky t-shirt to secure the safety of Gotham? Or will Zack get his magic groove back and out maneuver and out muscle the impressive bodybuilder. All the action leads up to an unexpected ‘Kapow’ finishing hold you’re sure to enjoy!

Shawn Andrews vs Connor Patricks

With an undefeated record to defend, Connor Patricks returns to KinkMen to dominate and humiliate on the mat. Shawn Andrews arrives with a cocky attitude, certain he can break Connor’s streak. Shawn doesn’t have any formal wrestling training, but he’s sure that his smarts will help him outmaneuver his opponent. The combatants throw everything they have at each other, combining brutal locks with generous face sitting and fingering. After a close first round, the winner emerges with a clear advantage. The loser cleans the champ’s asshole his tongue and gags on dick. The winner takes a victory lap on the back of the loser before smothering him into the mat. He gives his trophy a deep fucking before making the loser blow his seed. The loser tastes his load off the champ’s foot and then takes the winner’s cum all over his face.

“Damn I wish I could wrestle and cuddle with Connor, he is so fine, I would love to see him wrestle a black guy, love interracial wrestling and the sex, ugh it was amazing, I loved the bareback, keep his sexy hairy ass around, I want to see him some more.” – wrestman1994

The Pedigree and the Street Punk

Ethan Axel Andrews has been chewing up and spitting out wrestlers one after another lately. From his days competing in high school to his extensive underground wrestling resume, he is one of the most experienced mat wrestlers on the scene. Being that well-seasoned while as young and healthy as Ethan is has made him doubly dangerous. And with each opponent he leaves broken and battered, his ego has swelled remarkably. As if he needed to be more of a threat, he has recently been training for mixed martial arts competitions. When he arrives on the mat to face his next BG East opponent, you cannot miss how convinced he is of his inevitable victory.

Next up to face Ethan and his rapidly expanding ego is handsome young hunk Jayden Mayne. It was Jayden’s idea to take Ethan on, having challenged the notorious egomaniac in an online trade of taunts and trash talk. Just a couple years Ethan’s junior, in many ways, Jayden is the opposite of the notorious industry workhorse. He showed up on our doorstep with no formal wrestling training. What he knows about grappling, he learned on the streets, first getting his sensational ass beat down, and then eventually doing the beating. He has had mixed success at BG East, but sheer grit and an ignorance (or disregard) for the rules of fair play and decency have enabled Jayden to shock much bigger and better experienced opponents in the past. And like Ethan, he has youth and health on his side, along with a considerable army of fans of his Hollywood handsome face and classically beautiful body.

In baggy MMA trunks, Ethan is characteristically dismissive of Jayden when he arrives in the mat room. “You can just go your merry way and avoid all the humiliation,” Ethan generously offers. “Probably not,” Jayden growls back, stone-faced. “I think I’ll stay.” Seconds later, Ethan violently throws his handsome opponent to the mat and mounts him commandingly. “This is too easy,” Ethan smirks.

Ethan has been mastering the advanced art of chain wrestling, and he expertly sequences multiple incapacitating holds, one after the other, locking Jayden up. Before Jayden can start to counter being trapped in his opponent’s bodyscissors, Ethan seamlessly slides into a vicious grapevine, brutally ripping Jayden’s legs apart. Again, just as Jayden starts to position himself for an escape, Ethan rolls him into an astonishingly tight spladle, cranking on the kid’s neck and folding his spine at a sickening angle. “Ever try sucking your own dick?” Ethan asks, folding Jayden up so tightly he nearly can.

It’s Ethan who is first to rip his opponent’s baggy trunks off. Jayden’s crowd pleasing ass is packed beautifully in tight orange trunks. Ethan luxuriates with that leading man face trapped so intimately in his figure-4 headscissors. “Again, my balls in your face,” Ethan laughs as his outclassed opponent submits in humiliation once again. “You really suck.”

Jayden sucks down punishment like a sponge, but if you think he’s going to roll over and take it from Ethan, get ready to be surprised. Ethan certainly is, when the wiry young scrapper abruptly muscles the upperclassmen into a vulnerable position. Savoring the schoolyard bully’s sudden exposure, Jayden slides into a spladle, ripping Ethan’s flexible legs open wide. Taken completely by surprise, Ethan writhes in frustration and pain. Jayden milks the moment, squeezing out every ounce of shocked suffering until, pinned and pried apart, Ethan gives with astonishment in his voice.

Win-loss records don’t wrestle each other. Wrestlers do. So whatever Ethan may have thought about his manifest destiny to outshine street fighter Jayden, taunts and a pedigree aren’t what get the job done on the mats. Both ripped, lean bucks get peeled to tiny thongs that highlight Ethan’s legendary bulge and Jayden’s luscious ass. Face sitting, spanking, and ball abuse send this match spiraling totally out of control. Fantastically beautiful brutality takes this classic battle of skill and street smarts to a decisive conclusion. Sit back and enjoy as these two go very dark, digging deeper into their stores of endurance and means of torture than either had expected.

Skrapper vs Jake Ryder

“Who Just Kicked Your Ass?”

Jake Ryder strikes such a chord with BG East fans because he gets it. Rough, rowdy, high stakes wrestling turns him on like nothing else. It’s as if he slathers his smoothly muscled body in pheromones and chocolate before every match. He seductively weaves physical aggression and sexual domination into a spell that leaves opponents licking their lips in anticipation of the pain and pleasure Jake commands. He is also notoriously selective about his opponents. You can be guaranteed that there will be erotic chemistry, because Jake will only wrestle a hunk with a certain something that makes him a worthy conquest.

Jake set his sights on Skrapper months ago, calling him out online and promising to “own his ass” if they ever meet on the mats. But it’s a rare breed that has what it takes to own any inch of Skrapper. He wrestles like a pit bull, and he’s made men twice his size cry. And that’s what turns Skrapper on. The feel of a muscled grappler wincing, writhing, and wailing at the unspoken command of Skrapper’s ferocious offense. He is a sadist in the truest sense of the word. He takes deep, erotic pleasure in dishing out agony. And he’s very, very good at it.

“You decided to show up,” Skrapper smirks when he finds Jake in the mat room. “Been dodging me for months. Afraid I’m going to kick your ass?” Jake’s bronze skin bulges beautifully beneath his blue singlet. Skrapper leaves almost nothing to the imagination in a white mesh singlet sucking tightly to his lean frame.

The wrestling is raw and untidy to start. They shove and slap like schoolboys riling each other up. Abruptly, Skrapper knocks Jake off balance and sends him dropping hard to his back. “You are a little bitch, aren’t you?” Skrapper asks as he mounts him. Jake wraps his fingers around Skrapper’s sac and claws hard, but those balls are made out of steel. Skrapper sucks down the pain with barely a wince. Several quick rabbit punches to Jake’s kidneys make the erotic warrior twitch and writhe in agony.

These two laser focused grapplers are well matched in temperament and skill. Jake scores the first surprise tap out with figure-4 headscissors, smothering Skrapper’s face suggestively against his hot ass. Moments later, Skrapper’s spine wrenching camel clutch wrings a reluctant submission from Jake.

Singlets get ripped off and used to choke and smother. The punishment is harsh and unrelenting. An armlock submission is followed instantly with hair pulling and gut punching. A bare, jock-strapped ass sits atop one wrestler’s trapped face as his opponent threatens to rip his pecs off the bone. Skrapper forces Jake to kiss his bicep. Jake scores sweet retribution by making Skrapper kiss the sweat-stained mat.

The sliver of advantage that finally makes the difference in the battle of these two fiercely competitive erotic wrestlers is conditioning. Soaked in sweat, they both hit the wall, but only one of them has reserves in his tank to bounce back. Battling exhaustion while wrestling either of these two raging studs is a dangerous proposition, and the submissions and new ways of doling out humiliation start to pile up over one gasping stud’s quivering body. Before they have settled this score, one pumped hunk is posing in victory while his vanquished opponent hides his face in shame. “Who just kicked your ass, dude!?”

Favorite Bares It All in Defeat

Perhaps it should come as little surprise that smolderingly sexy Marco Carlow takes a while for us to convince him to return to BG East action. The devastatingly handsome, classically proportioned competitive bodybuilder, was manhandled mercilessly. Guys as pretty and stacked as Marco often bring out the worst in opponents, and Marco has been rode hard and put away wet both times he has dared to step on the mats.

But we showed Marco your fan mail. Even though his answer to our offers for another match have been consistently “Fuck, no!” he found it harder to turn his back on BG East fans who absolutely worship his leading man good looks, that manicured 5 o’clock shadow, and especially the truly gorgeous balance and proportions of his phenomenal competition physique. You begged to see more of absolutely every inch of this muscled beauty, and with the bruises and humiliations of his past outings now mere fading memories, he agreed to give the mats another shot, not for the money, certainly not because he loves the sport of wrestling, but entirely and solely because BG East fans want it, and him, so damn bad!

Fans aren’t the only ones who have developed a craving for more of Marco Carlow, either. Wrestlers have been pitching to be next to get their hands on his perfect pecs and muscled glutes. And the Boss seems to have an unusually tough time denying Kid Karisma when he turns up the charm and makes a play for the next hottest meat on the menu.

When Kid Karisma arrives to find Marco practicing his posing routine for his upcoming bodybuilding competition, the ridiculously ripped red-head cannot help but begin to compare his own sculpted muscles with that of the fan favorite. Marco offers light praise for Kid Karisma’s fitness, but gives poor marks for the notorious heel’s posing technique. “Oh, you’re too cute,” Kid Karisma smirks, a fraction of a second before locking the handsome hunk up and quickly putting him on his back.

Kid Karisma is almost never anything shy of laser focused and fierce on the mats, but there is an extra layer of passion in his wrestling as he slips and slides all over Marco’s magnificent muscles. The bodybuilder is far too slow to defend himself against the swarming offense of one of our most notorious heels. Karisma controls his back at will, ominously slipping on sleeper holds but then catch-and-releasing the outshustled hunk just for the sport of it. He forces Marco to strum his fingers across Karisma’s crystal cut abdominals. He slaps on a sleeper and demands that the bodybuilder flex those beefy biceps in order to win release. With increasing frequency and enthusiasm, Karisma slaps Marco’s gorgeous ass over and over until it is entirely obvious what has made this match such a labor of lust for our number one freckled badboy.

Carb depleted and outhustled at every turn, Marco slowly turns to putty in the hands of his new dark master. He’s forced to flex, then required to worship his opponent’s Adonis physique. Karisma racks the bashed bodybuilder across his shoulders and does squats. Finally, Kid Karisma delivers with fans have been begging for, peeling Marco out of his undagear and forcing the loser hunk to watch as his dark master displays the top quality physique that just destroyed him. As Kid Karisma walks away, you might expect this muscle feast to be concluded. But you’d be wrong, because, as we’ve pointed out repeatedly, Marco Carlow reads his fan mail. And he’s devoted to giving you what you want.

Flash LaCash vs Biff Farrell

Flash LaCash Helps Himself Out to a Heaping Helping of Biff

After his star-spangled buttocks made its debut in Lon Dumont’s Wrestler Spotlight, Biff Farrell has been the center of attention for a lot of BG East wrestlers and fans. You don’t get more “all-American” than this youngster with his easy Colgate smile and high and tight haircut, and now any heel worth his salt wants to get his hands on him. “This is gonna be fun,” quips smiling Flash LaCash as he climbs into the ring after Biff refuses to open the ropes for him. Flash is, as his moniker implies, ready to beat up anybody for the right number of zeroes on a paycheck, but we suspect he would have squared off against Biff for free, such is the handsome patriot’s apple-pie appeal, a face and body practically pleading to be stretched out on ring ropes and ridden hard like a bronco. And that goes double after the snub.

Nicknaming the new kid “Big Poppa Pump” (after pro-wrestling legend Scott Steiner), Flash coaxes him into showing off his humongous arms, which are built to “knock out punks like you,” Biff boasts ill-advisedly. Flash is unfazed by the butch talk: “I was gonna shake your hand but I already fuckin’ don’t like you, so …” The heel’s toothy smile widens from ear to ear. “… You wanna wrestle? I’ll wrestle ya.” Arms outstretched as if preparing for a collar-and-elbow lockup, Flash calls the new meat in, only to kick him in the midsection. In just one second, he has the rookie in a full nelson. But Biff’s massive guns are not only for show. He muscles out of the hold, ramming his elbow back into Flash’s ribs, a blow that’s certain to leave a dent. A body slam tests LaCash’s bounceability. Unsurprisingly, the tough-as-leather vet is back up in, well, a “flash,” only to be served up and slammed again. The followup is a chest-to-chest bearhug, another chance for Biff to show off his arms. But Flash slugs his way loose.

From this point on, Flash sees Biff as his own personal lifesize Stretch Armstrong toy. He backs him to the corner ropes for some grade-A pro-style pummeling. He pauses now and then to catch his breath, pressing his butt to the kid to hold him in place. Biff only makes matters worse for himself by trying to punch his way out of his preordained ass-beating. Resistance pisses LaCash off, and the man knows how to handle a defiant rookie, even one as big and brawny as Farrell. As capable at tying an opponent in knots on the mat as clubbing him against the turnbuckle, Flash puts Biff through the proverbial wringer. A deftly executed cross armbar displays the full glory of the recruit’s writhing, agonized physique for the camera (and not for the last time). “You wait till I get up!” Biff threatens. “Yeah,” Flash smirks, “I’m waiting.” Biff tries to protect himself by covering up, but Flash opens him up like a sticky centerfold, making sure the safety of the ring ropes is just an inch out of reach.

Next LaCash goes to work on Farrell’s legs, crimping Biff’s hairy monster calves and thighs in a figure-four leglock, throwing in some crunches to toughen the abs while the all-American boy flails. Biff attempts the classic reversal of this hold only to get stomped facedown on the mat by the apparently indomitable Flash. Flash is “The Man,” and hunky, hump-worthy Biff might as well be in diapers. A little later, against the turnbuckle, when Biff interrupts Flash’s steel-claw hold with a side headlock, the agile heel slips free and bitch-slaps the kid for his repeated impertinence. When the babyface tries again, Flash hauls him up in the air and smashes him to the mat. Biff puts up a good fight, but every little fire he starts Flash douses with twice the energy and ten times the ring savvy. Pretty soon, Biff is wishing he had opened those ropes for Flash to start with. The action is steady and satisfying every second of the way. A sweaty knockout stomp wraps it all up tight and tidy in this sophomore entry in the Rookie Wreckers series.

Adam Atom vs Austin Cooper

Awesome Austin initiates Adam to BGEast Style

Austin Cooper has come a long way since his BG East debut where he literally wiped the floor with mat specialist Jake Jenkins. The former competitive amateur wrestler heard the siren song of the professional wrestling ring, and his passion for picking up pro wrestling skills has left his mat skills a little rusty. But the wrestling ring has enabled Austin to get in touch with a darker and more vicious side than he ever knew existed underneath those lusciously bulging pecs and ripped 8-pack abs. “Dr. Cooper” has emerged as one of our most terrifying and devastating ring heels, leaving a trail of blood, sweat and tears wrung mercilessly from the battered and broken bodies of his opponents.

Adam Atom came knocking on our door determined to parlay his successful college wrestling career and thickly muscled, tightly-packed body into total domination of the BG East mats. His tree trunk thighs and meaty bubble butt beautifully stretch the seams of his blue and grey singlet as he warms up in anticipation of his first match. When Austin shows up squeezed seductively into his old yellow singlet, a little tighter now that he’s put on more muscle mass, egos instantly clash. Austin quickly explains to the rookie that he’s about to get his beautiful bubble butt beat down by the best. “I prefer to do it in a real ring, where it’s truly a bad ass place to be,” Austin points out. But he is willing to take this trip down memory lane and put the rookie in his place on the mats.

Both hunks are heavily muscled and powerfully built. Adam is lightning-fast, throwing his cocky opponent to the mat and riding him with authority. The rookie swarms all over him, repeatedly hoisting Austin into the air and suplexing him back down hard. He manipulates the golden veteran with a hammerlock, rolling him to his shoulders and pinning him like child’s play.

“You got lucky! I wasn’t warmed up,” Austin complains. He attacks from behind without warning, scoring a clean take down. But once down, the rookie is just too solid, too balanced. Austin can’t budge him an inch. Suddenly, Adam counters, ripping the veteran open wide in an agonizing spladle, making the veteran wail in submission.

Austin is out maneuvered and outmuscled at every turn. Adam puts him on his back at will, and every pin fall stokes deeper and deeper rage within Dr. Cooper. “See, I can do anything I want with you!” the cocky rookie crows. “I’m unstoppable here. I’ll be an unstoppable pro!” Next, Adam insists on brutalizing Austin’s battered ego where it will hurt the most, in the ring.

As they climb into the ring, now in bulge-hugging beautiful pro trunks, Austin is looking supremely confident for someone who just had his ass handed to him moments ago. “I promise you, this is my world!” Before the rookie realizes what’s happened, Austin throws him into a corner and pounds Adam’s muscled gut mercilessly. A snap mare to the center of the ring has the rookie seeing stars. Scooped up effortlessly in Austin’s powerful arms, the rookie learns the hard way what an over-the-knee backbreaker feels like in a real, bad ass pro wrestling ring. Grinding his elbow viciously into the rookie’s exposed gut, Austin explains, “In my world, I break backs!”

Adam is a very quick study, though. At precisely the moment that Austin takes a breather, the rookie hoists him over one shoulder in a fireman’s carry before slamming the veteran hard to the mat. With a surprisingly expert camel clutch, the rookie threatens to rip Austin’s pretty head right off his neck. “I could get used to this pro thing!” he smirks.

Is this the end of the reign of terror of Dr. Cooper? Is Adam Atom the muscle rookie who can defeat one of BG East’s most terrifying heels not only on the mat but in the pro wrestling ring as well?! Sweat-soaked muscles and ferocious egos vie for domination. One shocked muscle man is beaten so bad that he’s forced to count himself out in the ultimate pro humiliation, a moment before being dragon sleepered out cold. Muscle rookie or muscle heel? Only one hot hunk is left standing, flexing, the undisputed victor.

A Lack of Diplomacy

Darius has been patiently waiting for his fortunes to take a turn for the better at BG East. He has all of the raw material to devastate an opponent. His flawless physique is as potently powerful as it is aesthetically awesome. He has been wrestling for years, determined to pay his dues and learn the ropes on the way to building honestly earned success in the ring. His dues have been high, higher than most, in fact. His bulging pecs and phenomenal ass have inspired opponents to subject him to some of the most vile and debasing defeats on record. But as Darius will be the first to tell you, he has learned something valuable with each and every brutal humiliation.

Given the opportunity to break in an ambitious new rookie, Darius is convinced that the time has come for him to pass along a few of those hard earned ring lessons. He finds his opponent, Christophe France, in boxing trunks and gloves, shadow boxing in the ring. The French hunk appears carved out of solid stone, with huge square shoulders and bulging biceps already working up a pump as he jabs the air.

“What the fuck are you doing!?” Darius asks with contempt. “You know we’re supposed to be wrestling here, right? We’re not boxing or square dancing.” The chiseled rookie is cold as ice as he ignores the seasoned veteran attempting to give him a dressing down.

Ignoring Darius is a total rookie mistake. The black hunk angrily rips off one of Christophe’s gloves, punches him in the gut, and drops him to the mat with authority. Darius’ massive thighs lock down like a vice around the rookie’s head, making the French hunk squirm across the mat. He is helpless to prevent the veteran from quickly ripping his boxing trunks off, leaving the rookie looking sensational in tight red trunks. “Little different than boxing, isn’t it?” Darius crows as he twists the muscled rookie into a mouthwatering pretzel. “Come on,” he taunts, “box yourself out of this!”

Although this is Christophe’s first visit to the US, it is clearly not his first experience in a pro wrestling ring. An elbow to the gut permits the rookie to escape. Back on their feet, he pounds Darius with gut punches that rock the veteran into a corner. Using his muscle hunk opponent like a punching bag, big Christophe works up a head of steam raining blows into Darius magnificent muscles. While English isn’t his first language, he manages to communicate quite effectively. “What you think of this?” he asks, shoving his huge, flexed bicep in Darius’ slack face. “You like?”

Darius most definitely does not like getting schooled by a rookie. His savage jab at the French hunk’s pendulous package stops Christophe in his tracks. Significantly more closely matched than either of them expected, they grow more and more vicious. They forcibly strip one another to the barest of butt baring thongs. With monster packages shoved in each other’s faces, the desire to dominate makes the rookie’s pouch swell and leak with obvious excitement. Ball busting, cocky schoolboy pins, and battered bodies bounced from corner to corner set up a sizzlingly hot sleeper climax, with one stunned muscle man flexing and preening, sitting proudly on top of the handsome face of his vanquished foe. International diplomacy has never been sexier, more savage, or more decisive!

Lane Hartley vs Richie Douglas

The Dangers of Dreaming Big

Former high school quarterback Richie Douglas has been dreaming big dreams. The ripped young hunk with the face of an angel and the body of an Adonis has been showing up and getting his picture perfect jock ass beat up over and over again for just one reason. The kid wants to be a star. He pictures himself as a classic barefoot babyface brawler, the sort of devastatingly hot pro wrestler that opponents take seriously and fans swoon over. And who are we to stand in the way of a hot piece of meat with a big pro wrestling dream? So far, he’s exactly halfway to that dream.

Fans have nearly unanimously given their seal of approval to Richie’s magnificent, lithe body. The mountainous bulge in the front of his trunks and the way his sweet ass cheeks don’t quite entirely fit within the confines of those shiny gold low cuts have made him very popular with BG East fans. When it comes to earning the respect of his fellow wrestlers, however, the dazzlingly pretty young hunk has got a ways to go before he’s taken seriously.

Lane Hartley most definitely doesn’t give Richie an ounce of respect when he discovers the quarterback waiting for him in the ring. Lane is particularly beefed up. In red and black pro-style trunks, he absolutely dwarfs the pretty young thing across the ring. Lane shrugs those big, beefy shoulders and gets down to work. “It’ll be kind of fun to get a light work out in, throw you around, break your spirit,” the seasoned young indy pro hunk explains.

While Richie’s fitness is breathtaking, he is little more than a rag doll when Lane gets his mitts on him. He outmuscles the quarterback effortlessly, tossing the kid from corner to corner. With one hand he picks the rookie off the mat in a brutal chokehold, bending Richie’s supple body backward across a top turnbuckle and exercising total control over the barefoot beauty.

“Why did you get in the ring with me!?” Lane shouts in his face incredulously. “Do you want to be a big star like me!?” he demands. “Yes!” Richie shouts back in a moment of defiant honesty. So Lane delivers the full course star treatment to the aspiring young wrestler. Scoop slams wear Richie down, leaving him defenseless against a rain of massive boot stomps pounding down every inch of his aesthetic physique. Lane’s full throttle pro initiation works them both into a thick lather of sweat. In standing headscissors, Lane’s massive thighs swallow the rookie’s head whole. Kicks to the ribs and kicks to the face knock the barefoot rookie clean across the ring.

Just as Lane takes a moment to catch his breath, Richie shoulder blocks the pro heavyweight into a corner. He pounds Lane’s relatively soft core like a terrier with a bone. He takes advantage of this barest glimpse of an opportunity and channels his childhood pro wrestling heroes as best he can. For better or worse, he’s got Lane’s undivided attention now!

It’s dangerous to dream big, particularly in the BG East ring. Lane gets retribution for the quarterback’s audacity by hanging him spread-eagled from the ropes and repeatedly place-kicking the youngster’s low hanging balls. The savagery is breathtaking. The domination is overwhelming. Young Richie learns the ropes, literally and figuratively, from one of the most dominant, relentless, heartless big-indy-pro stars in the business. And though he may not leave with a victory, or even a shred of dignity, or possibly the ability to walk straight, Richie Douglas leaves with one thing he’s always wanted. Just a little grudging respect from one of the best.

Lane Hartley vs Mister E

Blood, Sweat and a River of Tears

Masked Mister E made a big impression on fans in his debut in Austin Cooper’s Wrestler Spotlight. Of course, Austin made an even bigger impression all over the hot Asian hunk’s lean, muscled body. To the edges of terror and back, it took some convincing to talk the masked mystery man back into the ring, but the aspiring pro wrestler couldn’t deny the siren song of professional wrestling glory for long.

When it comes to professional wrestling glory, Lane Hartley is at the top of his game. The rising indy pro star has the classic handsomeness, innate athleticism, and raw, physical power to intimidate the biggest and baddest we’ve got to throw at him. So when he finds Mister E in the ring for his next match, Lane is understandably underwhelmed. A full 40 pounds lighter than Lane and obviously a slack jawed rookie, the masked stud barely registers on the indy pro’s radar.

Helpfully, Lane points to Mister’s “untied” laces. When the masked hunk looks down (rookie mistake), the pro bruiser attacks mercilessly. Unleashing a fury of high impact offense, the likes of which you have never seen in such intimate detail, Lane pounds the lightweight stud into the mat relentlessly. Suplex after suplex, the masked wrestler’s lower back drives again and again into the unforgiving ring mat. A savage chop to the chest leaves a bright red handprint across the smooth chest of the breathless rookie. Hoisted up effortlessly in a fireman’s carry, Lane parades the rookie’s limp body around the ring like a load of dirty laundry, before slamming him carefully and deliberately onto his right shoulder. Mister E bounces up to a seated position only to take a savage kick to the face that flattens him right back down again.

This match is not for the faint of heart. We get a glimpse of the depths of depravity and total disregard for basic human dignity that lies in the cold, dark, hollow spot where Lane’s heart ought to be. Piledrivers and bodyslams tenderize the rookie with such force that Mister E’s mask nearly rattles right off his head. Lane tramples the lean hunk’s beautiful body underfoot. He stomps him mercilessly in the face, and then turns around and rages at the poor chump when Mister E’s bloody nose spills a few drops on Lane’s shiny boots.

It’s not as if Mister E refuses to submit. He taps out in a panic over and over. He begs for mercy. If he could peel himself off the mat he would have fled the arena ages ago. Technically speaking, the match is over seconds in. The real mystery is just how far into the depths will Lane drag the masked rookie’s battered carcass. How many tears, how many pleas to end Mister E’s suffering will the raging indy pro ignore? And when Lane decides this is all good and done, and not a moment before, will there be anything left of the rookie to scrape off the mat?!