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!