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Skrapper vs Mason Brooks: Two Ferociously Feisty F*ckers Fight Fire With Fire

Now here’s a match that is decidedly welcomed by the fans but also among the most highly anticipated by the BG East brethren. In fact, many even asked if they could observe the match live as it was taped. Skrapper has a reputation for being an all-out aggressive, tough-as-nails punishment sponge who gives as good as he takes – and frequently gives more. He is aptly named. After a solid debut versus Canadian stud Ben Monaco, Mason surprised everyone with his sadistic dispatching of Drake Marcos and his dominant performances against several opponents on Wet ‘n Wild 7. As one fan wrote, “I had no idea!” Well frankly, neither did we! It proves that babyface looks can be deceiving!

High tension: Skrapper can’t wait to start something. As soon as he steps onto the mat, he grabs, pushes, and prods until Mason Brooks finally bites the bait and grabs Skrapper’s head in a side headlock. The two tumble down, still in baggy workout shorts. His bedroom eyes turned up to 11, Skrapper appreciatively remarks on his opponent’s arms and pecs, even while feeling them grinding against the sides of his head. Still entangled in each other’s limbs, they urge each other to flex and show off their gym-honed muscles, combining the pleasures of voyeurism and the frisson of actual body contact.

They are not only active wrestlers but also, like us, they are also spectators, as appreciative of the eye candy they themselves present as of the rough-and-tumble. Even more, they offer us running on-the-spot commentary about what the match feels like to them. From the beginning, we get the sense that Skrapper and Mason are ready to take the homoeroticism of one-on-one combat to a new levels of audience involvement.

Enthusiastic as Skrapper is about the match, Mason is the one with the moves. He’s obviously taken The Boss’ admonition to develop a ground-game to heart. He changes position with speed, agility, and a clear sense of strategy in mind. He pushes Skrapper facedown to the mat, sits on the man’s ass, grabs the right leg, securing the foot in his armpit, and proceeds to grope Skrapper’s nut sack. He makes a play for the silky shorts too, but Skrapper testily bucks free, and the shorts remain temporarily in place.

The two roll towards the wall, Skrapper almost paralyzed in Mason’s fast grip. The skin of their arms and backs flushes under the strain of exertion, and their huffs and puffs provide a bassline to the hot and sticky struggle. Now with Skrapper’s head and left arm tightly noosed between his legs, Mason goes for the shorts again, getting the waistband down to the thighs, in the process wedging Skrapper’s black briefs in his crack. After giving the briefs a few tormenting jerks, Mason chickenwings Skrapper’s free arm. Skrapper taps out, but Mason won’t release until he hears the words “I give.”

Skrapper vs Mason Brooks: Skrewed!

On their feet again, Mason and Skrapper strip down to undabriefs and weaponize their shorts for some lighthearted locker-room-style fencing. The moment of frivolity is soon cut short by both wrestlers’ hunger for more body contact, and the rest of this epic 43-minute fly-stretcher expands and intensifies the roles the wrestlers established in the first fall: Skrapper the out-of-control rage freak, naturally (and recklessly) hotheaded and aggressive, and Mason the tactician, whose particular kink is control.

Mason uses his knowledge of wrestling science and the application of torque to repeatedly incite Skrapper’s fury and then, in turn, to hold it in check. In short, he makes Skrapper’s fine lean body do whatever he wants it to, simply by pushing the right buttons. But can he be sure that he won’t push the badboy past the point where he can control him? When Skrapper protests that Mason is pissing him off, Mason asks, “Pissing you off, or turning you on?” “Little of both,” Skrapper has to admit. And also because anyone who’s fought Skrapper – and lived to talk about it – knows just how rough he likes it!

For the last half of the bout, their sweaty bodies coiled and thrashing, Mason and Skrapper press up closer and closer to each other, as if wanting to feel the palpitations of the blood coursing through the other man’s veins. Skrapper leaves his mark, his pink handprint, all over Mason’s ass cheeks and thighs. Mason teases him to go for more (“Got anything left you want to show me?”), then cuts him off with one after another debilitating hold. The erotic tension builds to almost unbearable levels.

We dare you not to get a boner during this match. The fight is a stunner, an erotically charged confrontation between two popular and tough up-and-comers. Both these guys epitomize the BG East credo of macho grit, homo lust, and punk pugnacity. Skrapper and Mason shine their brightest yet in Undagear 22. Here in the front office, our jaws went slack for the last twenty minutes of this match, mouths lolling helplessly open. Nobody but BG East takes you to the edge like this. Nobody. Nominee for Best Mat Match of 2014?

Kid Karisma vs Ray Naylor: Warning Signs It Might Be a Bad Bad Day

You don’t set foot on a mat with Kid Karisma unless you are ready, willing and able to get hurt. The dude likes his fun and has a legendary sense of humor and joie de vivre but he also plays HARD. The wrestlers who have squared off against him report that the experience is like being lured by honey into a hornets’ nest while wearing a wetsuit full of lit cigarettes. But if you don’t mind a hailstorm of zero-percent body fat, some quirky kink and government-certified MEANNESS rolling your way, Kid K is your go-to guy. He’s also one of the most sexually aggressive wrestlers to step in front of the BG East camera.

So when Ray Naylor, no slouch himself at making opponents scream, demanded to go toe-to-toe with the ginger-haired bruiser, he must have thought his chances were pretty good. Ray is wiry and tough as nails and not the least bit inhibited about taking any road possible to Win City. He’s had his share of street fights and other scrapes and knows his holds. Having watched Ray unfeelingly dismantle a fair share of his previous opponents, we were inclined to agree, though nobody was willing to go so far as to say his chances were even 50-50. None of those previous opponents, we reasoned, was Kid Karisma.

Ray and Kid K profess never to have heard of each other, but that’s a typical ruse around these parts. When Kid K gives him a playful but sharp slap across the face by way of greeting, Ray rolls his eyes and says, “You probably think you’re tough, huh.” Karisma responds, “No, it’s more like I KNOW I’m tough.” Apart from the banter, you can just look at these guys and tell they can’t wait to get their hands on each other. Yeah, there’ve got something to prove to themselves, to one another and to all us fans but’s there’s also a palpable attraction attending these shows of bravado. Even with the sound turned off, there would be no missing their eyeing each other up and down and the defiant energy of their bodies, poised and ready to pounce. Clearly, this one was going to be a scorcher.

Teasing words draw them in to each other, warily and haltingly. Karisma keeps pushing Ray away from him until, as if on cue, the two lock up. “C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon”: the words are a mantra. Ray charges in and then struggles to drag the compactly built powerhouse down to the mat, only succeeding with his own shoulders hitting the floor first and his face full of Karisma’s crotch. “There we go,” Kid K then smugly murmurs, “there we go.” And there WE go! What a hell of a hot start to one hell of a hot match!

Kid Karisma vs Ray Naylor: Skinny Legs and All

Karisma taunted Naylor about his skinny legs, professing to see no difference between them flexed or unflexed. Of course, we know better and can see the sharp cuts in Ray’s quads, not to mention witnessing the punishment they have repeatedly dealt out in his previous match-ups. And once Ray clamps them like a vise on Kid K’s midsection, he feels the power, and surprisingly, he who suffers first and the match’s first moan of pain belongs to Karisma. It’s 40 uninterrupted seconds of agony that even Karisma’s sharp elbows beating against Ray’s taut thighs can’t bring to an end. The best he can do is shove his opponent to the wall and press him into releasing the grip.

Retribution comes fast and sure as Kid Karisma drags Ray to the center of the mat, scraping the shocked and surprised wrestler’s face across the black resolite mats. Pinning Ray’s head between his ankles, Karisma pulls at the man’s legs like he’s pulling up a tree stump, wrenching the victim’s spinal column. Kid K makes sure that Ray’s moans of pain are louder and longer than his were. Ray is resilient but he is not indestructible!

Most of the first fall is a wild give and take where it’s impossible to guess who might emerge dominant to score first submission or pin but also who will prevail overall, so intense and well-matched are these two mat scrappers. But steadily the bigger and more muscular Karisma gains the upper hand, finally extracting Ray’s urgent submission with a prolonged, emasculating claw hold on the groin. Yup – it’s no holds barred.

As Ray limps to the edge of the mat, Kid Karisma taunts him, begging for a little kiss! In answer, Ray delivers a trio of well-aimed jujitsu kicks to the midsection, and we’re thrust pell-mell into the second fall. Still winded and racked with pain, Ray hardly seems prepared for the fight he’s rushing into, fueled only by rage and a thirst for payback.

At nearly a half hour, Karisma-versus-Naylor may be the shortest of Sunshine Shooters 7’s three bouts, it makes up for brevity with lightning-flash intensity. It goes for four falls, each one sweatier, noisier, more brutal, and frankly more boner-inspiring than the last.

Neither of these wrestlers enters any match with any thought other than to utterly destroy his opponent, but as tempers flare and egos get bruised (if not demolished), caution gets thrown to the wind, especially as the match draws to its tempestuous, physically abusive, ball-busting and butt-baring finale. At an action-packed 28 minutes, this fight would be a classic even sold by itself, alone on a disk. BG East ALWAYS goes the distance. Still this match is classic time-capsule material, even by BGE’s usual towering standards.

Archer vs Jakeno Enzi: Fighting Machines

BG East introduces a couple of tough, muscular newcomers in the opening match of Undagear 22. Archer and Jakeno take their grappling seriously as you can tell by watching them train for their imminent competition. Their strong bodies are combat ready and built to rumble. We thought they might make a terrific tag team, so we invited them to our Sunshine State compound for a look-see and maybe a little friendly sparring.

The two seemed to hit it off quickly. Both are clearly experienced wrestlers, both share an interest in MMA, and both grew up believing that competition is the essence of the good life. Jakeeno looks like a hardcore roughneck type, buzzcut and body ink, not exactly a badboy, but a big man who believes in living life according to a core set of principles like hard work, quiet reliability, self-discipline and domination on the mats or in the ring.

Archer, 25 lbs lighter and a few inches shorter, looks from first impressions more like the showboating pretty boy type, blond, blue-eyed and handsome as hell. But for all that he’s no less tough, no less committed to the art and science of hand-to-hand combat, and no less ready to go all-out motherfucker in a pinch. And he’s not new to the scene either.

Archer offers to hold the heavy bag as Jakeno works on his punch. From the first jab it’s clear Jakeno is a natural born fighter. The bare knuckles of his left hand land on the leather with a solid smack. The bag absorbs most of the shock of impact, but you can tell that Archer feels it too. The muscles bunch up on Jakeno’s shoulders at the base of his neck as his whole body tenses up, tiger-like, transforming itself into a fighting machine. Jakeno mixes punches with a side kick or two. Archer encourages him, spouting advice and praising the power of his arms, as the tension slowly but surely mounts.

Then it’s Archer’s turn to show what he’s made of. Jakeno holds the bag as Archer describes every move he makes, explaining the importance of form as well as brute force, no doubt an important lesson for any BGE battler. Then it’s Jakeno’s turn again. The punches gain momentum, almost as if Jakeno wants to punch THROUGH the bag.

Again, the tension gets amped up a notch. Archer warns Jakeno to lighten up. Jakeno comes back even harder, pushing Archer closer to the wall. Finally, Archer drops the bag, saying, “Dude, c’mon, man, I’m trying to train.” “Do somethin’ about it,” Jakeno responds with a leer, arms wide open, inviting the smaller man to strike first. The fight in on!

Archer vs Jakeno Enzi: “I’m Not Playing Around Anymore, Man”

You wanna fight? You don’t have to ask Archer twice. Archer and Jakeno lock arms, pushing. They break, and Jakeno takes a too-slow swing at Archer’s chin. Archer dodges the fist and nabs the taller man in a full nelson. For all his size and strength, Jakeno has to struggle, his whole body heaving and writhing while Archer’s nelson stays tight as a Yale lock. Finally the big man heaves himself free and turns to face his opponent.

So far, Jakeno is not making as good a show of himself as he expected. Here’s where Archer’s speed and strategy come into play. He stays one step ahead of the lumbering skinhead and floors him, applying a full-body arm lock. Jakeno takes full advantage of his thick, dense muscle to pry himself loose and flip Archer over. The two separate and get back on their feet. “All right, you ready?” Archer says, flintily squaring off against Jakeno, “I’m not playing around anymore, man.” The fight is on.

They seem to be enjoying themselves, all the more so the rougher the action gets. Jakeno’s eyes light up every time he catches sight of Archer readying himself to pounce. He eyes his eager opponent up and down. “Pretty strong for a girl,” he taunts, affably. Archer’s face gives almost nothing away, but its intensity in the midst of the brawl suggests a keen mind at work, determinedly taking in every inch of the big man as if trying to solve an engrossing riddle. He climbs all over Jakeno, navigating his way up each strong limb, trying to drag him down or choke him out.

The battle escalates without showing either man with a clear and obvious advantage until a sudden, deftly applied MMA move forces one to submit to the other. The second fall gathers intensity, as the two wrestlers get down to business and start wearing themselves down to nubs. An old-school pro hold, a riskily applied backbreaker, evens the score.

The third and final fall finds the wrestlers all warmed up for a fight to the finish, with hardly a trace of the friendly, easygoing tussle we started with. After the third fall, though, these dudes are still raring to tear into each other, leading to a decisive finisher, a clean, mean sleeper, the kind BG East has built its worldwide reputation on! A terrific debut by two stunning and very sexy hot lookers with lots of muscle and know-how!

Braden Charron vs Galen Welsh: Submission Emission!

Good Things Don’t Always Come in Small Packages

When it comes to wrestling gear, for many of us fans and participants, less is often more. What better way to celebrate the spectacle of sweat and power than with every hard line of muscle on display as briefs, speedos, or even thongs struggle to contain a bulging package and little else? Our wrestlers certainly agreed, because they put it all on the line this time. Few things could make a match between wrestlers of this caliber more tantalizing, but putting up stakes will do the trick. It’s more than just the pride of winning this time, in StripStakes the loser truly walks away peeled and empty-handed.

Braden Charron has known the feeling of undisputed victory many times before. His powerfully muscled body has brought even the biggest men to their knees, and not many come bigger than Braden. Galen Welsh may just be one of the few, however. This impressive specimen stands head and shoulders over even the usually imposing Braden.

And it’s not just his height that amazes; this towering figure displays rippling muscles stretched across his exceptionally expansive frame. Welsh has height and weight going into this match-up and his body is pumped and primed to dish out some serious punishment, will we see beefy Braden laid low, submitted and stripped, by this towering newbie? Or will Braden be able to dig down deep into all that beefy muscle, hard won skill and experience from his past matches and topple the giant?

From our first look at the scene in the BG Arena, Braden’s chances of earning his “Giant-Killer” title do not look promising. Welsh stands in a green singlet and shorts stretched tight over his form, curling and pumping his biceps at the thought of the match to come. He may just barely fall short of Braden’s bodybuilder proportions, but with each peak of those bulging arms it’s difficult to imagine an opponent Galen Welsh couldn’t crush.

Enter Braden, beefy chest wrapped in fitting purple spandex, ever confident even as he sizes up the BIG challenge awaiting him. Their eyes meet at ringside, and while Braden’s forced to look up to match Galen’s gaze, he isn’t backing down. The veteran’s cocky attitude invites a new display of muscle from the eager rookie as Galen poses for his latest admirer. Braden gives us a glimpse of the tactics it will take to bring him down blindsiding the big man with a meaty forearm that brings big Galen Welsh to his knees.

Braden asserts his dominance by stripping Galen’s shorts, leaving the newbie with one less prize to lose before the end. Galen is unfazed. The giant swings his legs over the top rope as he climbs into the ring to put the preening poser in his place. The ring actually shakes as two mountains of muscle circle each other. Welsh pointedly demonstrates his advantage by raising an arm too high for Braden to lock up, but the muscled stud answers by slamming both palms to the big man’s chest before following up with a powerful forearm to Galen’s chest. Braden presses the attack, running straight at Welsh, but a devastating (and huge) boot from the big man drops the bodybuilder to the mat, hard.

Braden Charron vs Galen Welsh: Someone Better Yell Timber!

How To Lose Your trunks – And Your Load!

Braden rolls on the mat, dazed as Galen calmly steps over him before hefting the huge man up in a neck-cranking full nelson. Braden’s moans betray his desperation as he feels the power bearing down on him; he fights harder and harder for even a moment’s relief. The vet shows his wiles though, as he shakes Welsh loose just enough to go for his eyes. Braden drags the briefly blinded rookie to the mat and goes to town on those long, thick legs. His inexperience showing, Welsh is caught in painful leg-splitting holds until finally even the powerful newcomer must submit, if only to be able to walk away intact.

Forced to strip out of his undergear to just his singlet, Galen quietly fumes and promises to pay the bodybuilder back in a big way. Braden quickly shuts down the attempted comeback, however, and keeps the momentum going working Welsh over in the corner. But Braden is suddenly scissored between massive thighs threatening to snap even the beefy bodybuilder clean in two. Braden tries to stay strong, but determination only goes so far against such power. Finally the would-be rookie wrecker submits, writhing in agony on the mat until Welsh demands his prize. Slowly stripped out of his singlet and down to his purple poser, Braden continues to grimace in pain.

Slow to recover, Braden hasn’t seen the last of Walsh’s brutal scissors treatment. He tries to answer with gut and spine-bashing cornerwork and some punishing holds of his own, but Welsh shuts him down with crushing bearhugs. Both wrestlers are battered and bruised as they try to survive the sheer power of their opponent, each man stripped again in turn. The beatings drag on, each stud with less to lose until finally we come to the end. This is StripStakes, and everyone here knows how this must end for the loser.

Veteran and rookie alike plan to take this match to the limit, and even make this “stakes” match live up to its name. The loser will be left with nothing to carry out of the ring, not even his pride. This match doesn’t end with the loser simply stripped bare. The victor claims one more prize, as the loser is forced one last time, not to submit… but to emit. Humiliated in one final submission hold, the fallen warrior must cum under threat of a knockout loss. Two astoundingly proud musclemen means this match ends when the winner has taken everything the loser has to offer, and satisfied his own erotic desires as well, leading to one final, explosively dominant display of manhood.

Z-Man vs Kip Sorell: Best Bodies Demand a Recount

Don’t think Z-Man didn’t appreciate BG East fans voting him winner of the title of Best Body of 2013. As far as he’s concerned, the accolades are long overdue. Among the phenomenal physiques that populate our roster, Z-Man is truly a standout when it comes to maintaining an astonishing level of conditioning. He’s never heard of a “cheat day” (when it comes to his training, at least), and day in and day out, he shows up for every match in outstanding shape. He’s sculpted every inch of his gorgeous body into an impeccably toned, sexy-as-hell monument to aesthetic muscle. BG East voters know it. Z-Man knows it. Somehow, though, Kip Sorell didn’t get the memo.

While Kip appreciated you voting him winner of Debut of the Year, the ripped young physique star was less gracious about failing to sweep all of the other categories like Best Butt, Best Abs, and particularly, Best Body. Although he has enjoyed precious little success in wrestling so far, Kip likes to pride himself on putting every opponent to shame regarding physical conditioning. And unquestionably, the handsome hunk has one of the hardest, hottest, most defined muscle physiques wrestling fans have ever seen.

Kip has yet to pull off a wrestling victory – well, other than the high honor of being selected as a BG East cover boy and becoming an almost overnight sensation and new fan favorite. But the one defeat that really sticks in the young stud’s craw didn’t even occur in the ring or on the mats. No, the one “loss” which bugs him the most is losing the fan poll for the title of Best BG Body to The Z. With the steady flow of locker room trash talk directed at sensitive Kip’s non-existent win record, and some gentle goading about Z-Man’s many magazine covers and physique mag lay-outs, it was inevitable that two of the best bodies and best looking stars at BG East would eventually collide in the ring. And in this particular case, Kip was willing to travel more than 1500 miles to make it happen!

Standing alone in the BG East Florida ring, Kip can’t take his eyes off of the physical perfection smiling back at him in the mirror as he waits for Z-Man to come to the ring. His all-over tan is perfectly complimented by his stark white form-fitting trunks. Flexing for his own delight, Kip concludes once again that there’s no one who comes close to having achieved this level of peak conditioning. When Z-Man jogs up to the ring, he quickly disabuses the rookie of the notion that the Best Body title was delivered into the wrong hands. “What do we got going on here, a freaking pose off by yourself!?” Z-Man scoffs.

Muscle by muscle, these two stunning studs put on a truly awe-inspiring, eye-popping show of male muscular pulchritude to compare and contrast whose particular packaged beef is bigger, whose is stronger, and most importantly, whose is most beautiful. Z-Man’s luscious, bouncing pecs simply dwarf Kip’s ample chest, but Kip remains unimpressed. “You might have the size,” he admits, “but I’ve got the striations.”

Side by side, the two top competitors for Best Body flex and pose, displaying two sets of the most phenomenal abs, defined legs, and mountainously peaked biceps to ever grace a wrestling ring. Both fitness stars remain convinced of their own superiority, so they agree to test “functional strength” with a traditional arm wrestling contest. Biceps bulge and veins pop, but when Kip scores the smirking, decisive victory, and basks in the afterglow of his victory. Z-Man’s delicate ego can’t handle it. “That’s bullshit! You cheated!” he charges moments before launching a blind-sided attack on his preening opponent.

Z-Man vs Kip Sorell: A Total Body Workout

Kip Sorell has been virtually crushed in every match of his young BG East career thus far, but he takes consolation in knowing that he always gives it his all and that few look as good suffering as does he. Z-Man, however, is determined to demonstrate that the cocky young muscle star comes in a distant second place to Z-Man’s magnificent muscles and superior ring skills. And so he focuses on the heartthrob’s amazing abs first.

Flinging Kip into a corner, he unleashes a battering assault on the pretty boy’s core. Punches and shoulder drives to that solid midsection quickly make Kip’s darkly tanned abdominals burn bright red. Scooped up and trapped helpless upside down in a punishing tree of woe, Kip crumbles under vicious boot strikes pummeling his gut. The momentum is entirely in Z-Man’s court as he drags his opponent around the ring with authority, finally wringing a weeping submission from Kip, using a stunningly sexy abdominal stretch with an ab claw finisher to make the pretty muscle hunk scream.

“What’s the matter? The abs can’t take it!?” Z-Man taunts, enjoying the sight of all of Kip’s vaunted muscles writhing on the mat. Just breaking down the upstart’s abs isn’t going to be nearly enough to satisfy the bruised ego of the Best Body of 2013. Body part by body part, Z-Man intends to destroy Kip one muscle group at a time. Chops and stomps to the chest soften up the stunned stallion, but when Z-Man digs his fingertips deep into the muscled flesh of Kip’s trembling pecs, the pretty boy’s blood curdling scream of submission adds another brick as Z-Man rebuilds his damaged ego.

Both of these muscle stars have been on the receiving ends of breathtaking brutality in the past, so it’s little wonder that they’ve learned a thing or two about delivering some punishment of their own – and there’s no love lost between these two beauties! When Z-Man flings Kip into a corner, the resilient battler bounces back and hip tosses the veteran commandingly. Holding onto the momentum with both hands, Kip slams his stunned opponent down again the moment that Z-Man reaches his feet. With such phenomenal physiques and inflated egos, neither ring hunk is going down without a fight! What Z-Man thought would be an easy romp over Kip is turning out to be a real challenge.

The Best Body title continues to be contested as the wrestlers trade shots at muscle after muscle. One shocked stud can barely stand after soaking in a tidal wave of assault to his knees and hamstrings. A concentrated lower back attack threatens to cripple the powerful physique of an overwhelmed award winner. “This is a total body workout today!” the cocky dominator crows as his opponent starts to crumble and crack.

Dignity stolen and body broken, a gasping fitness star finds himself hanging from the ropes outside of the ring, each and every muscle group being revisited for gratuitous torture. Finally the wasted hunk is sleepered out cold, leaving the decisive victor to demonstrate muscle by muscle his aesthetic superiority, flexing seductively alongside the unconscious loser. Nominations for the Best of 2014, anyone?

Austin Cooper vs Richie Douglas: Varsity Letterman Meet Mr. Hyde

On the one hand, Austin Cooper is timelessly sexy. He’s every ounce the blue-eyed, golden boy beefcake stud who first showed up at BG East three years ago with an accomplished amateur wrestling background and a burning desire to dominate the competition. He’s perennially handsome, beautifully muscled, and fiercely competitive. But on the other hand, we honestly have no idea who’s going to show up when we book Austin these days. A decided change has come over our All-American happy warrior hunk.

Like Dr. Jeckyll and Mr. Hyde, Austin is two remarkably different wrestlers rolled up inside of one powerfully hot body. Will it be Austin the rule-abiding, patriotic babyface, coloring entirely within the lines and counting on skill and strength to succeed, or will it be Austin the merciless, soul crushing heel, as dismissive of the rules as he is contemptuous of his opponents? One Austin Cooper is consistently dangerous, out hustling and overpowering 9 out of 10 opponents with ferocious focus, superior wrestling and unbridled muscular power. The other Austin Cooper, however, will just seriously fuck you up!

Handsome young rookie Richie Douglas was hoping and praying that it would be babyface Austin who he would be facing for his very first BG East match. Freckled and fair, Richie is long, lean and achingly adorable. His recent glory days were spent as a varsity letterman high school quarterback, but Richie has wrestled enough to know just how much he has yet to learn. Someone with the resume of Austin Cooper would seem an ideal teacher to show an eager rookie the ropes. If it’s good-natured, play-by-the-rules Austin he faces, Richie figures this could be his big break as a rising star on the wrestling scene. Lacing up his boots and slipping into his very brief designer red trunks with “BANG!” printed provocatively across his hotly muscled ass, Richie pauses to reflect and then says one more prayer that Austin will be in a good mood before he heads to the ring.

Doctor Cooper is already warming up in the ring, shadow boxing with sparring gloves on. He’s picture perfect in gun metal square cut trunks that accentuate the beautiful bulges that make him such a fan favorite. He doesn’t notice at first when the rookie climbs onto the ring apron. “I thought this was supposed to be a wrestling match,” sparkling-eyed Richie The Rookie smiles good-naturedly by way of introduction.

“Are you talking to me?” Austin asks, contempt dripping from his tongue. The “oh-shit” look on Richie’s face says it all. It’s vile, sadistic Austin Cooper-cum-Mr. Hyde staring back at him from inside the ring. “Who are you!?” Austin demands, but not interested enough to wait for an answer. Instantly he punches the new kid in the gut and tosses the quarterback unceremoniously in the ring. Half a second later, handsome young Richie is tied up in the ropes and playing punching bag to the vicious, gorgeous, heartless split-personality veteran going to town beating the living hell out of the rookie’s long, lean abs.

Austin Cooper vs Richie Douglas: Hey, Richie The Rookie! School’s Back In Session!

Richie Douglas was hoping to break into the BG biz, but within the first minute of his debut match, he’s just hoping not to be literally broken by the big badass brutalizing his rock hard core. When Coop gives the rookie an open shot at the veteran’s washboard (“because this is too easy!”), Richie unloads a flurry of fists into his opponent’s abs. He’s not as big as Coop, but he’s got a solid punch backed by a roaring rush of fear-stoked adrenaline. The blows keep flying until the rookie actually tires himself out.

“Really?!” Austin asks incredulously. “That’s your best shot?” The brutal veteran proceeds to take the former varsity letterman right back to school, stopping along the way to introduce Richie to every muscle pounding method of abdominal torture in the book. Scooping the rookie up in his arms like nothing at all, Austin stretches Richie face down across a top turnbuckle and drives bone crunching knee lifts into the kid’s gut. Hoisting the kid back in his arms, Austin delivers a 1-2 punch, first pounding Richie down in a spine snapping over-the-knee backbreaker before instantly scooping him back up, flipping him over, and dropping him down viciously in an over-the-knee gut buster. The rookie is already struggling to suck down air, but evil Austin is just getting started.

“How does that feel?” Austin asks disinterestedly as he begins to pry Richie back up to his feet. “Fuck you!” the varsity letterman snarls back, promising he’s never going to give up. And even Austin has to admit that the rookie is made of tougher stuff than he’d expected, sucking down shoulder blocks, breath-stealing bodyscissors, and a barrage of boots trampling the new kid’s core, but stubbornly refusing to admit when he’s in way over his head. “I got to give it to you,” Austin concedes. “You are a trooper!”

The longer the rookie defies Austin’s command to submit, the darker the heartless heel grows. He literally picks Richie up off the mat by his fingers clawed deeply into the letterman’s quivering abs. The rookie never gets a chance to catch his breath. Little more than a rag doll, Richie is suspended off his feet in a flailing reverse bearhug that leaves the rookie screaming in agony, even as it shows off his sweat soaked, ripped young body.

Perhaps the vow that he would never submit was a bit over the top for the rookie, particularly when he’s faced with the dark side of one of our most dangerous wrestlers. Soon enough, Austin squeezes out a squealing, desperate plea of submission as he bounces the pretty boy’s bruised abs across Austin’s massive shoulder. Moments later, he makes the varsity letterman beg for mercy hung upside down in a tree of woe with Austin’s boot heel grinding into his gut, making the crushed quarterback beg. “So you were the one that said, ‘I thought this was a wrestling match,’ huh?” Austin asks. “Well guess what, you got just what you wanted.” Well now, so did we!

Mason Brooks vs Trey Dixon: Wrestlefest on the Water

Summer is here, and the heat means it was only a matter of time before the BG boys made their way to the pool to strip down and cool off. But rest and relaxation aren’t the first things on these boys’ minds. Needless to say, the combination of glistening water running down so many toned, nearly bare bodies is more than enough to stir a few speedos. It all starts in good fun as the boys dive into the cool water one after another, but knowing the sort of fun this lot prefers, things are about to get heated.

Six stunningly hot bodies line the water’s edge, eyeing each other when Ty Alexander and Kayden Keller win the distinction to be the first to slip into the pool. The two nubile newbies start things off playfully enough as Kayden hoists Ty onto his strong shoulders, a tower of man on man, before turning towards ever-smiling Drake Marcos and impressively-muscled Mason Brooks at poolside. Wet ‘n Wild tag team chicken fights!

None of these are boys are inclined to turn down a challenge and shortly a little horseplay sends Ty tumbling into the water as Drake and Mason celebrate their swift victory. However, the bronzed jobber doesn’t take defeat lying down, turning the blame on his partner, and suddenly an entirely new conflict is brewing.

Ty’s defiance earns a swift reprisal from Kayden, as a crushing bearhug and prolonged full nelson wring more submissions out of the alabaster heel’s debut opponent. Tossing Ty aside, victorious Kayden turns back to the poolside lineup looking for another challenger, prompting none other than Skrapper to wade into battle. Both men fight back and forth, with Skrapper seemingly getting the best of the newbie heel in more than one painful hold, but before the BG veteran can even strike a victory pose for the appreciative poolside audience he feels Drake Marcos come from behind with a surprise sleeper.

The action only grows more intense as each wrestler, including Trey Dixon and Mason, take a shot at each latest victor in turn. Call it Wrestlefest on the water, a tournament, or king of the hill (or pool, rather), these six bring their best to this impromptu wrestling meet. Chokes, scissors, racks, even backbreakers send losers splashing for safety as some even crawl away to escape the two competitors who come to stand out among the fallen.

Mason Brooks vs Trey Dixon: The Mason-Dixon Showdown

With six very sexy and eager young men vying for prominence, the match-ups keep coming, but before long just two finally emerge as the finalists to decide who rules this pool. Mason Brooks sent an ornery Trey Dixon packing in their first round bout and even survived the surprise two-man attack that followed, just to show how tough he is.

Trey Dixon managed to come back and deliver a sound and thorough thrashing to each and every other challenger, from the perpetual jobbers to the budding heels. Both men display their dominance, parading their victims before an enthusiastically hands-on audience, leaving no doubt as they square off that they are the top dogs of this tourney.

As they square of for their second bout of the day, both lean, taut bodies shining with water as they struggle to be the first to gain the upper hand, all their former opponents look on. While there’s no animosity from their audience, there is a rapt attention and maybe even a little awe as they watch these two muscled studs choke and pound one another’s bods. More than one may even be caught licking his lips in anticipation of getting his hands on an ensnared loser before the end of this match.

Mason Brooks is in top form, as he was throughout this extended weekend of multiple matches on the BG East mats, in the BG East ring and now in the Wet ‘n Wild BG East pool. Mason showcases some serious new skills in all of these venues, wet or dry.

And Trey Dixon proves tough enough to take everything Mason dishes out and exhibits a side of himself vicious enough to deliver some serious pain of his own! Bearhugs, chokes, bruising body blows, and scissors abound, including one particularly brutal headscissors which has one wrestler flopping like a fish out of water and then seeing stars.

Amidst such fierce competition we still see an intense passion shine through, the remaining combatants can’t wait to get involved as the tide turns and one weakened and near helpless finalist is dragged before his former victims. The devastating and tantalizing finish leaves no doubt who is crowned king this day, and the resulting rewards from his fawning fans make for an even more spectacular ending. Oh, and then there’s Jonny…

Joshua Goodman vs Brad Barnes & Braden Charron: The Brawn Brothers, One at a Time

Braden Charron’s fortunes have been on the rise, so it’s no wonder that fellow muscle hunk Brad Barnes was eager to team up with him. Just like Brad, Braden is a stunningly hot bodybuilder who’s had a tough row to hoe since he first arrived at BG East. Our biggest and baddest wrestlers eagerly lined up to get their hands all over his pumped pecs and huge biceps, and with little wrestling experience to back up his phenomenal physique, the results were some of our finest muscle bashing matches to date. But looking good while taking a beating was never the measure of success Braden aimed for. In recent months, the ever more competent contender has begun to shed the “muscle jobber” moniker and score decisive victories over impressive opponents.

Brad Barnes, on the other hand, is still waiting to claw his way out of muscle- jobber purgatory. The magnificent muscle hunk has gone down hard and humiliated in each of his rookie outings, finding out the hard way that it takes a lot more than a superhero jawline and rocking hot body to impress at BG East. We’ve heard no complaints, mind you. BG East fans savor the sight of an incredible specimen of muscular development like Brad getting brutally manhandled and beaten to a quivering mass of helplessness. Brad, on the other hand, hasn’t been happy with the outcomes of his matches thus far, and when the opportunity arose to team up with Braden, he jumped at it. Because if anyone knows the formula for shrugging off the muscle jobber mantle, it’s Braden!

Tag team wrestling, however, is an animal all its own. When he teamed up with Dick Rick in Tag Team Torture 15, Braden found out the hard way that placing your trust in a wrestling partner does not always end well, even when you win. As the Brawn Brothers warm up before this match, Braden quickly assumes the role of coach and mentor to tag team virgin Brad. He is in the middle of giving pointers on posing when Mr. Joshua Goodman strolls in wearing black trunks and a bad boy leather vest, sans partner.

“My guy couldn’t make it,” Joshua explains, looking over the top of his sunglasses as he checks out the meat platter piled high in the ring. “But I know ALL about you guys, and I think I can take both of you.” The bodybuilders can’t quite believe that even the notorious Mr. Joshua would dare take them both on single-handedly. “But you’ve gotta follow the rules!” Joshua insists, as he strips out of his vest and begins admiring his pumped pecs and legendarily massive bulge within his provocatively zippered trunks. “One at a time!”

Joshua Goodman vs Brad Barnes & Braden Charron: Bodybuilder Beatdown Goes Too Far?

“This is gonna be easy!” Brad smirks, easily muscling Joshua backward into a corner. “Clean break!” Joshua insists, demanding that Brad back off. Of course, when it’s Mr. J’s turn to back the physique star rookie into a corner, he declines to show the same sportsmanship. Instead, he delivers a vicious kick to Brad’s gut. “How’s the rookie boy doing now?” Mr. J smirks, going to town pounding, stomping, trampling and clawing at Brad’s ripped abs. He drags Brad to his feet by a fistful of his trunks, wedging the blue briefs high up the bodybuilder’s magnificently muscled ass. From his corner across the ring, Braden growls with frustration, “Just wait till I get in there!”

It takes a while for big Brad to catch a break, but suddenly he muscles Joshua backward into his brawn brother’s unfriendly corner. When Braden tags in, a world of hurt crashes down all over Mr. J’s stunningly sexy body. Repeated snap mares slam the heel to his back. Braden dishes out extra helpings of retribution with ab claws, trampling, and gut punching to punish Mr. J for abusing his partner so cruelly. Having learned a thing or two from his own countless beatings, bulging Braden expertly locks on a killer abdominal stretch, showing off Joshua’s toned torso and making the heel’s pendulous package quiver. Suddenly, Brad pleads to tag back in, literally begging his partner to let him be the one to put his tormentor down. Against his better judgment, Braden acquiesces.

Brad instantly applies his own brutal abdominal stretch. “I got him!!” the ripped rookie crows in delight. But then wily Mr. J lifts him off his feet and slams Brad to his back. In a flash, the always dangerous Mr. J is back to brutalizing the baby bodybuilder, quickly making him submit in a total panic. Braden is beside himself on the ring apron, shouting at his pummeled partner. “What the fuck? I give you a chance and you mess it up!?!”

Joshua’s insistence on a clean match is a one-way street (of course!), as he bashes Brad’s balls, drags him around by his hair, and uses the ropes to wrench the rookie’s knee apart. When Braden reminds Joshua about the rules, the heel flips a middle finger salute with contempt. He ignores the first 5 times Brad screams another submission, and only releases his crippling ankle lock when Braden charges in to save his partner.

It takes a while for the muscle heads to glean that Mr. J never had any intention of playing fair. The Brawn Brothers finally abandon “the rules” in favor of revenge. Josh is second-guessing his cocky short cuts and insults as the brawn brothers trade him off in bearhugs, squeezing every ounce of air out of his lungs. The heel is crushed under raging mountains of muscle bearing down on him from every angle. A double bearhug crushes Joshua alive as the bodybuilders exploit their exquisitely toned, thickly muscled physiques with their ripped but withering opponent sandwiched between them.

Mr. Joshua may have pushed his luck too far this time. With Braden’s star on the rise and staring down a double team comprised of two of the hottest, beefiest bodies in the business, even the redoubtable Mr. Joshua’s gargantuan ego and endless supply of dirty tricks may not be enough to save his sizzling hot bacon this time around!

Cameron Matthews vs Lorenzo ‘Jake’ Lowe: The Prodigy and the Protege

What would wrestling be without submissions? While not technically the only way to win, can there be a better way to demonstrate the dominance of one man’s power and skill over another? The futility of struggling when trapped and helpless; the suffering as one’s body is twisted, contorted, or crushed; the humiliation of being forced to admit your defeat and surrender to your opponent’s supremacy, now THAT is a submission.

A wrestler who masters the means to so completely dominate and destroy another man’s body and ego is as dangerous as he can be enthralling. Trapped in a superior foe’s clutches, some wrestlers may even come to admire and even crave the way in which they are tormented by the man they challenged, the man they must now submit to.

Both wrestlers bring impressive arsenals to the mat. A stalwart, dominant and ubiquitous figure on the underground wrestling scene as well as the rings of indy pro wrestling, Cameron Mathews needs little introduction. Years of training and hard-fought, hard-won experience has honed his body and mind into an impressive display of muscle and skill, this babyface-turned-musclestud commands respect at a glance.

Jake (Lorenzo) Lowe may not be bringing the same experience to this match, but the lithe, young fighter has received special tutelage under the infamous Kid Leopard himself, and this fast learner has proven the results of his training in more than one prior match. With a taste for devastating leg splits and the irresistibly provocative kiss of death sleeper, to name a few, Lowe has made bigger men crumble before him.

From the moment the match begins we see the intensity between these wrestlers as they lock eyes before even locking up. Cameron has the size, the muscle, the skill, and the experience to make little Lowe submit as many times as it takes to satisfy himself, even the look in his eyes as he stares down Lorenzo feels like it should earn its own submission. There may be a hint of uncertainty in his face, he’d be crazy to think this would be an easy fight after all, but Lowe doesn’t back down, instead just keeping that seductive gaze locked on Cameron, until the instant both men move to lock up.

Cameron Matthews vs Lorenzo ‘Jake’ Lowe: Submission by Scissors, Splits, and so much More

In a flash Cameron takes Lowe down to the mat and pulls him into one of Lowe’s own favorite leg splits. Even holding out as long as he can against the bigger msuclestud, Lowe is forced to submit barely two minutes into the match. Hurrying back to his feet, Lowe’s pride takes another blow as Cameron taunts, “I might as well leave now.” Before Cameron can say another word Lowe is on top of him, managing to work him into a rough rear naked choke on the mat. Lowe makes a good show of his own skill, but Cameron holds out, not submitting but still trapped in Lowe’s grip until he’s kicked away. The smaller stud can hang with an experienced pro after all.

His irritation at being trapped showing, Cameron answers with a lengthy bearhug, only for Lowe to slip out and then slip him into a very familiar split. But this time there is no release, Cameron is stretched and pulled until his cries turn to a full-fledged submission. Tied at one submission each, these men lock eyes again, Cameron looking dangerous and Lowe looking all the more confident. Deciding he needs to nip that little confidence in the bud, Cam goes on a relentless assault. An over-the-knee backbreaker, an ab stretch, and another leg split later he’s won two more submissions over unlucky Lowe.

But this is only the beginning, in a match like this the number of submissions will be forgotten long before the winner has his fill. Neither man is close to finished and Lowe comes back time and again to catch his opponent in ways that surprise even Cameron, and win more than a few more submissions. Lowe should be careful though, with each attack that look in Cameron’s eyes grows ever more vicious, and besides his wrestling skill the man has muscle to break a lean body like Lowe’s in half. Both men are stretched, pounded, and choked over this long, exhaustive match. Even when the winner seems certain, another turnaround isn’t far, until the final devastating hold which finally forces that most complete and utterly humiliating admission of helplessness from the defeated. This match ends with the beaten and bruised loser at the non-existent mercy of his better, but who will steal the final fall?

Zori Leone vs Big Barry Burke: Rope a Dope

Big Barry Burke is 240 pounds’ worth of California competition-grade muscle squeezed into the spangliest red trunks in the universe. He’s a god, and he knows it. He flashes his big guns at the mirror and smiles with self-satisfaction. But fellow BGEast first-timer Zori Leone of Texas thinks Barry’s a poser and says so right to his face. Zori’s a big guy too all right, stronger and heavier than most wrestlers at BG East. In fact he has a fine-looking pro wrestler’s build, some might even call it ideal, but he is definitely no match for Big Barry in bulk, definition, and elegant v-taper, not by a long shot.

Zori is so “ridiculously overconfident” (Barry’s words, not ours) that he believes he is both buffer than Burke and better at wrestling, as they have both graced indie pro rings and Zori thinks he’s ready for BG East domination. It’s hard to tell whether Barry is more amused or shocked by Zori’s big talk. He tells the Texan that he could beat him with one hand tied behind his back. “Why don’t you put your money where your mouth is?” Zori dares him. Barry blinks, hesitating before accepting a challenge that he inadvertently set for himself. And luckily there just so happens to be a length of white cord at ringside, perfect for tying Barry’s left arm behind him.

Zori binds Barry’s left arm and secures it by wrapping the excess rope around the bodybuilder’s waist. The contest begins with a test of strength, a highly irregular test of strength: Zori’s two hands against Barry’s one. Still, Barry makes Zori all but cry as he bends him backwards and gives the left arm a brutal and emphatic twist.

Barry can do one-armed pushups “all day long,” he announces and then proceeds to pummel the upstart with right-armed elbow drops. A badly aimed elbow drop, however, turns the advantage to Zori, and the shrewd and constantly calculating Texan targets the big guy’s free arm for punishment, bending it in every possible direction, twisting, digging his elbow into it, and stomping it under his boot. Crazed by delusions of greatness, he threatens to rip Barry’s arm right out of its socket, calling it a “little twig arm” … despite the biceps big as Zori’s head. Delusional or not, Zori savvily takes advantage of the situation, and Big Bad Barry’s in some serious deep shit.

“Zori Leone vs Big Barry Burke: No Mercy for You!”

“You’re lucky my arm’s tied,” Barry grunts as Zori grinds him in a headlock. “Nuh-uh,” Zori retorts, “even if you had two arms, I’d still have you on the ground suffering and I’d still kick your big butt.” This arrogance infuriates the big boy and even with one hand tied behind his back, Big Barry powers out, though only briefly. Zori comes right back at him, viciously scratching his fingers across the bodybuilder’s eyes and then winding the one free arm around the middle rope to escalate the humiliating punishment.

The very limiting handicap bondage begins to wear on the muscle monster. Barry pleads to be allowed to use both arms, claiming, “I was just being hypothetical, man!” His pleas fall on deaf ears. Fighting under restraint, Barry does what he can with one arm, though it’s painfully clear that Leone retains almost total control. With an armbar and figure-four choke on Barry, Zori sadistically mocks his opponent’s attempts to power out: “You don’t have it in you. You’re not big enough. You’re not strong enough. You’re weak!”

With incredible determination, Barry rises to his feet, pulling Zori up in the air, still wrapped around Big Barry’s neck. He then hurls the Texan down to the mat, before collapsing, half-blind and exhausted, against the turnbuckle. It ain’t over yet!

Both sweaty and exhausted wrestlers are down on the canvas, moaning, chests heaving as they gasp for air. Both rise to their feet at the same time, but Zori kicks low and mean, toppling Big Barry to the mat. Again, Barry pleads to be free to fight with both hands. “No mercy for you!” Zori replies, with more of a grimace than a smile. Making the most of his critical advantage Zori takes the first fall with a crossface that turns into a full-on choke.

After a long battle trying to stave off the inevitable and avoid defeat, Barry finally relents and submits after a long and ruinous struggle. Zori Leone can’t contain his glee, bizarrely proud of having just beaten a weakling (in his eyes) with one arm tied behind his back!

While Barry shakes the cobwebs out of his head, Zori delivers a triumphant tirade in which he proclaims his intention to thoroughly ruin his opponent’s life, threatening everything from revoking the bodybuilder’s gym membership to towing away his fancy new car for scrap metal. Threatening property is one thing; threatening family is something else! Zori goes a step too far, igniting a fire in Big Barry Burke that ropes may not be able to contain! Spectacular debuts of two massively muscular and totally talented ring studs.