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Joe Robbins vs Eddy Rey: Rattle the Rafters! Muscles Matched, Muscles Mashed

Big Joe Robbins has quietly been one of the most dominant forces in the BG East ring for years. His massively muscled body is chiseled out of solid stone. The powerhouse does not suffer fools lightly, and let’s face it, you have to question the judgment of just about anyone eager to square off against him. His soft spoken, icy coolness makes the massive muscle man just that much more intimidating. Most guys should count themselves lucky if they can make Big Joe break a sweat, much less whether they can be the first wrestler to bring the juggernaut to his knees. But that elusive prize, to be the first to conquer mighty Joe Robbins, keeps luring ambitious hunks back into the lion’s den.

Eddy Rey is certainly many things, but he’s nobody’s fool. The Brazilian beefcake sports a phenomenal physique that has earned him a whole lot of admirers. His fashion model cheekbones and bouncing pecs have even caught the eye of The Boss himself, who knows and likes his prime beef better than anyone. With a little coaching and a whole lot of raw talent, Eddy has been waiting for a breakout, signal-sending victory to mark his ascendancy in the BG East ranks. However, paradoxically, Eddy’s dazzling beauty, stunning physique and that huge bulge have been his downfall. And like Narcissus captured by the sight of his own beauty, Eddy’s love affair with his own image in the mirror has repeatedly distracted him from closing the deal. With so much promise and so little to show for it, Eddy’s most powerful benefactor has been growing impatient to see the Brazilian seal the deal and take down one of the biggest men in the company.

From outside the ring, Eddy studies mighty Joe as he flexes his granite-carved muscles. His skimpy silver briefs may well be the first time Eddy has faced someone wearing trunks smaller than his! No one in their right mind should fail to be duly impressed with the awesome sight of Joe posing his peaked biceps and flexing his gargantuan quads, but Eddy just shakes his head dismissively. “What? You wanna step in the ring here and have a pose off with me?” Joe asks. “You got what it takes? You got the balls?”

Eddy Rey is an exquisitely sexy specimen of a man, but for sheer size, big Joe unquestionably has the edge over the Brazilian in their side-by-side posedown. “You got nothing on that,” Joe laughs as he shoves a double-bicep in Eddy’s face. Furiously, Eddy retaliates by locking a full nelson on the behemoth. Now, there are few men with the strength to control massive Joe Robbins in a full nelson for more than half a second. To Joe’s surprise, Eddy Rey is one of those rare studs! Joe tries to muscle his way free and is clearly astonished when big Eddy’s grip remains as strong as steel. Even worse for mighty Joe, Eddy climbs onto Joe’s huge back to lock his luxuriously long legs around the powerhouse’s waist. Squeezing him like a python, Eddy coils his crushing muscles all around Joe’s body. Try as he might, Big Joe’s vaunted power cannot outmuscle nor shake off the sexy beast who’s locked on like a python. Suddenly, you have to ask yourself, which of these stunning hunks is destined to be bashed here today!?

Joe Robbins vs Eddy Rey: Slam City! Making a Muscleman Sing

Nothing short of brutally driving Eddy’s back into the turnbuckle is sufficient to dislodge the stunningly tenacious stud off of The Mighty Joe. And nothing short of payback will satisfy furious Joe, unaccustomed as he is to being threatened so early in a match. Joe quickly cinches on a brutal full nelson of his own. Payback! He forces Eddy to watch himself being dominated in the mirror, and Eddy faces his most dangerous foe: the sight of his own alluring, glistening, bronzed, gorgeous body stretched out so beautifully in front of him.

With two fiercely strong power hitters like these, it should come as no surprise that this match features one power move after another. Body slams, clotheslines, and trampling tenderize A1A prime beef relentlessly. It’s ring-perfect action that you expect and hope from the squared circle and these superstuds deliver it in spades. Multiple over-the-knee backbreakers exquisitely display the super sexy juxtaposition of total vulnerability and total control. Rib-crushing bodyscissors pit crushing quads against one another, as sweat-soaked bodies bridge and writhe in gorgeous agony. Surely and steadily, one of these voracious hunks starts to build crushing momentum like a landslide, burying his opponent beneath one high impact move after another. It’s a delicious display of domination.

“Why do you keep crawling away!?” the shockingly dominant hunk taunts as his opponent tries to pry himself off the mat. “You’re looking pretty fuckin’ pathetic. I thought you said you could hang with me!” Hang he does, brutalized in the ropes, draped over his opponent’s knee, and abruptly and stunningly clean and jerked then power-pressed directly overhead before being slammed face-first into the mat. No quarter is given. There’s not a moment of rest allowed as the hunkbasher instantly hoists the stunned muscle man up across his shoulders in a spine-snapping, basket-bulging torture rack, making the astonished hunk sing out his shocked submission over and over again.

Eddy’s massive package quivers in his tantalizingly low-cut briefs. Mighty Joe’s trunks slide down his ass. This is a feast for fans of muscleman domination and muscleman submission. Battered and bruised, one powerful hunk is hoisted across his opponent’s shoulder in a fireman’s carry, only to be paraded humiliatingly around the ring and slammed back to the mat once more. A musclestud torpedo launches himself off the turnbuckle to bomb his powerful, pumped body again and again into his withering opponent. Bearhugs and choke slams pound every ounce of fight out of a once-powerful hunk. The combination of shocking power moves and stunningly sexy submission holds makes this match an ideal feast of pro delights. Brutalized as never before, the vanquished muscleman can do nothing but writhe at the feet of his conqueror as the winner soaks in the beauty of his gorgeous body flexing and posing over his fallen prey.

Kid Karisma vs Brad Barnes – Lord of the Ring

“Who told you to get in my ring?” Kid K snaps at the new guy, Brad Barnes. Brad’s face is expressionless as Karisma swaggers to the ring. He may well be stunned into silence. Like nobody since the salad days of Mikey Vee, Kid Karisma takes command of the BG East ring. It’s his turf, and to see him occupy the ring center, shoulders thrust back and an indignant scowl on his face, you could almost believe he was born and raised here. Wrestlers who have faced him in the ring feel like they have just swan-dived into a pool of piranha by mistake. Karisma wears his opponents (some say “victims”) down, pound by pound, and then uses them for lounge chairs and footstools as he imperially lords over the squared circle, his personal property by right of conquest. Nobody, with the exception of Jonny Firestorm and The Boss himself, is as territorial about “his” ring as is Kid K.

Brad turns to the mirror, ignoring Karisma. Karisma looks the guy up and down and asks, “You gonna flex for me a little bit?” Brad smirks and gives the lighter wrestler’s muscular physique a half-second inspection. “Hell no,” he says, haughtily. “You don’t deserve this.” Wait just a minute. Has Brad Barnes SEEN Kid Karisma tear up an opponent? Has Brad Barnes won ANY of his matches against Lane Hartley, Tatum Riggs, or Chace LaChance? On what basis can Brad Barnes say “Hell NO” to Kid Karisma? Sure, it’s nice to know that Brad has picked up a little sass over his first three matches at BGE, but demanding that Kid K prove he DESERVES a private modeling session is pretty much like announcing you want people to start calling you “Shark Chum.”

The miracle is that Karisma does not strike immediately. Oh, he’s definitely amused and clearly intrigued, not to say salivating as he inspects the magnificent physique of Body Beautiful Barnes. For the moment, though, he masks his interest – and his strategy – by flexing his own finely crafted and BG East Award winning muscle. He looks over Brad’s monumental physique with a critical eye and sings the virtues of cardio training. Practically with an “Asking For It” sign hanging over his head, Brad then asks, “Where’s the muscles, bro?” Karisma arches an eyebrow and starts poking and prodding Brad’s massive pec like a meat inspector. Not liking his personal space invaded and not yet realizing he currently occupies Kid K’s space, Brad locks up collar and elbow with his opponent. It’s on. And it’s a safe assumption that we have now seen the last of Brad Barnes’ sass.

Kid Karisma vs Brad Barnes – Sucker for Punishment

Kid K relishes any opportunity to step into the ring – and if it’s to face a handsome muscle hunk, well, even better! Unceremoniously Kid Karisma pounds Brad’s forehead to the mat and then rests his elbow against the nape of the neck, pressing the side of the man’s face flat against the vinyl canvas. He removes one black elbow pad and uses it as a collar to pull Brad off the mat and turn him towards the mirror, commanding him to flex.

A sucker for punishment, Brad flat-out refuses to show off his carved muscle. Fine! Karisma subjects him to a barrage of kicks and punches to the abs that drives the bodybuilder to the corner. Brad is starting to look like a slowly deflating parade balloon, that is, if parade balloons could sweat like racehorses. Kid K snags him in a 30-second side headlock, grinding the big muscleboy’s ear against the grate of his ribs. Even double claw holds to the pecs fail to force Brad Barnes to flex his chest, but a few concentrated seconds of punishment in the ring corner provide the finishing touches that at last “convince” him to give Kid K (and us) the highly anticipated display of iron-plated muscle.

This is the sine-qua-non match for fans of squash jobs … or fans of either of these terrific performers. Kid Karisma has long been recognized as one of a select number of top-notch wrestling heels exclusive to BG East. Here he delivers spectacular standing headscissors, claws, chokeholds and figure-four leglocks. His specialty is pounding punishments that utilize his entire body as a bludgeon and battering ram. And when was the last time you saw an airplane spin? Oh my! Yep, there’s one of those too, and it takes the breath away how nimbly Kid K can hoist and whirl a wrestler with a twenty-pound advantage over him. Brad Barnes’s reactions are breathtaking: noisy, heartfelt, and sexy. Yes, I know, we’re supposed to pity him, but it’s just too much fun to watch him suffer!

Kid K adds insult to injury when, after forcing Brad to display the fanlike spread of his latissimi dorsi, he gripes, “That’s all you got? All that time in the gym?” You can almost hear the air seeping out of Brad’s balloon. After one torturous beating after another, Karisma decides to finish Brad off with a buffet of bear hugs. Karisma’s arm muscles pop as they constrict against Brad’s heavy but exhausted brawn. You can imagine the numbness spreading through Brad’s body as Karisma crushes the groaning jobber. Brad pleads. He cries out, “I give!” Karisma coldly and tersely retorts, “Of course, but you’re gonna go out, bitch!” Kid K barely gets the last word out before beautiful Brad is out cold. A showy ten-count gives the victor the opportunity to put in some more flexing of his own. This is excellence you can’t find anywhere else but at BG East. Sit back and enjoy.

Austin Cooper vs. Darius Wrestling Video: Barefootin’ in the Gazebo

Darius and Austin Cooper have warily eyed each other for more than two years. Coop and Darius look like they were created to tangle: equal in height, equal in bulk, equal in vanity, and nearly equal in ubiquity too! Hell, if you follow gay wrestling at all, private or professional, you could not help but be acquainted with both these fighters. The two fan favorites have been on a collision course, never more so than in the past year. They themselves have noticed their physical affinity. BG East has noticed too. Other BGE wrestlers have practically formed a Greek chorus, egging the two fighters on, anxious to see them test themselves against each other, mano-a-mano. They tell Coop that he will never match Darius for pure muscle definition. They tell Darius that he can never hope to equal Coop’s impressive tally of pinfalls and submissions achieved. The BGE boys have made it their mission to stoke a rivalry between the two. And boy oh boy, it worked!

Darius and Austin intrigued each other from the get-go. In the beginning, they spoke glowingly and respectfully of their admiration and awe for the other as an athlete and a professional. But as time passed, the mutual regard faded. Cooper became aware of Darius’ towering stacks of fan mail requesting private matches and posed photos of the popular bodybuilder. Darius started noticing how many of the matches he had put a bid on were ultimately granted to Austin. We began to notice that every time Darius’ name was mentioned around him, Coop would bristle a little. Once, not long ago, Darius entered the BGE rec room to find some of the other guys watching a DVD of Austin demolishing Patrick Donovan. Darius turned and walked away, one grunt saying more than a hundred words.

So it was no surprise when both wrestlers snapped up the opportunity to grapple against each other in a muscle-centric forced-to-flex match in the infamous BGE gazebo. In the days and hours preceding the bout, Coop boasted that Darius was going to be his “next bitch.” Darius told everybody that it might be time for somebody to “retire” Austin Cooper, clearly implying that he was just the man for the job. On the day of the shoot, both men arrived pumped up and in the best physical condition of their lives. They stripped down to flashy trunks, and their bodies glowed with health, power, and an itch to dominate. The groundwork was set for a big, bad-ass fight, and Austin and Darius did not disappoint!

Austin Cooper vs. Darius Wrestling Video: War of the Flexes

A forced-to-flex match is exactly what you think it is: with each submission, the loser is forced to flex. Often the winner is specific about the pose that must be struck before the punishment stops. Sometimes a pose by itself is enough to end the round, no tap-out or spoken “I give” required. The victor calls the shots. Austin Cooper and Darius first circle each other, silently. They raise their hands over their heads and clasp fingers for a test of strength. The evenly matched adversaries find themselves deadlocked, neither able to gain an advantage over the other on muscle power alone. Deprived of seeing his opponent quickly out-muscled and on his knees, Darius resorts to a cheap shot: he kicks Coop in the abs. Retaliation is swift and humiliating, as Coop traps Darius in a spine-snapping full nelson and demands a double biceps pose before releasing him.

Realizing how evenly matched they are, the wrestlers concentrate on the parts of the opponent’s anatomy that must be disabled to ensure their own victory. Darius targets Austin’s right arm, now that he is well acquainted with the agony that arm can inflict. Austin takes aim at Darius’s thigh muscles, among the most forceful and cleanly defined quadriceps in wrestling. The bout capitalizes on the wrestlers’ knowledge of an array of debilitating holds: stretches, armbars, leglocks, and even a Von Erich iron claw. Until its final moments, the battle looks like it could go either way, though Coop is the initial favorite, forcing one spectacular muscle pose after the other from his ripped adversary.

You can expect plenty of surprises in this contest. At one point Austin miraculously muscles out of what looks like a surefire bear-hug finisher, reverses the hold, and then, moments later, alligator-wrestles Darius back and forth across the mats. In retaliation, Darius again resorts to fisticuffs, beating Coop to his knees and then trapping him in a snare-tight figure-four leglock, fully utilizing his superior leg muscle to suddenly turn the tide to his favor. Both men are determined and merciless. At one point, Darius submits to a particularly vicious hold, and Coop coldly replies, “I didn’t ask you to.” No love is lost between these two great wrestlers, and once again BG East puts its distinctive stamp upon your future eroto-wrestling fantasies. Massive muscle under the midday sun!

Kid Karisma vs Gabriel Ross: A British Invasion and Mutual Muscle Admiration

Gabriel Ross, for the 3 BG East fans who don’t know, is an angelic, British ballet bombshell who has taken erotic wrestling to entirely new levels on both sides of the pond. Guys are literally lining up (both in the US and the UK) to get their hands on this beautiful muscleboy’s recently reinvented and now totally beefcake body. To say he’s in high demand is a ludicrous understatement. His dance card is filled for months at a time. But when BG East’s resident red-headed, musclebound, bad boy invited Britain’s top erotic talent down to the ‘grotto’ for a session on the BG East mats, Gabriel was more than willing to make room in his schedule for a quickie to the states to face Kid Karisma.

It took several months of emailing and phone calls, syncing busy schedules, and a lot of hot trash talk to get these two hot hunks together. The gear was Kid Karisma’s choice: sexy extra low-cut sling singlets with roomy pouches to accommodate both studs’ ample packages, leaving plenty of room for potential expansion, and with straps readily accessible for choking and/or easy removal!. Just steps into the mat room, and they already can’t keep their hands off each other. Not that we’d want them to!

“I look pretty damn good, don’t you think?” Kid Karisma asks, flexing his guns and fishing for compliments. When Gabriel flexes right back at him, Karisma gives the Brit’s mountains of muscle an appreciative stroke. “Not bad! I can work with that.” The attraction is quite obviously mutual as they slide their hands up and down one another’s sculpted torsos. Gabriel leans in close, his lips a breath away from his opponent’s open mouth.

The instant sexual tension gives way, momentarily to playful shoving, which is a transparent ploy for both boys to get their hands on each other’s pecs. “Little fiery British guy, huh? Trying to invade this country?” Kid Karisma chuckles, suddenly slamming Gabriel to his back. He leans in to feel the Brit’s bulging body some more, but is abruptly stopped cold as Gabriel’s gargantuan legs snap shut around his waist and begin to squeeze.

Karisma chuckles at first. Then gasps in shocked suprise. Then his freckled face flushes dark red as he grimaces, visibly suffering in the agonizing torture. “They’re not long, but they’re strong!” he admits through gritted teeth. With ease, the American impressively picks his opponent up, still latched to his waist, and tries to counter with a bearhug, but Gabriel is going nowhere. The angelic Brit coos and whispers seductively into Kid Karisma’s face, which is twisted in agony. Fighting against the blinding pain, Karisma steals the opportunity to squeeze Gabriel’s hot, muscled ass. (Who wouldn’t?) Playful laughter is punctuated with grunts of pain and groans of pleasure. Punishment and passion.

Kid Karisma vs Gabriel Ross “My God, You’re Pretty!”

Two of the hottest bodies in erotic wrestling are bound to endlessly turn one another (and you) on, but don’t think for a moment that these two are here to play paddycake. These are two extensively experienced and accomplished wrestlers, both of whom are well-known for nursing a hardcore lust for serious competition – and domination. Kid Karisma lifts his opponent up off his feet, but the acrobatic Brit dives up and over Karisma’s back, snapping those mammoth thighs around his opponent’s temples and squeezing out a truly stunning suspended headscissors submission that brings Kid Karisma to his knees!

“Those legs!” Kid Karisma gasps, recovering after the submission and struggling to comprehend the power Gabriel can unleash with those tree trunks. Another man might decide to stay clear of those dangerous weapons, but not Kid Karisma. “God save the queen, huh?” he chuckles. “Let’s get some more of those legs!”

Karisma returns the favor with a submission-wrenching headscissors. They trade breath-stealing bearhugs and slam one another’s bodies into the floor, the walls, and each other. With crotch claws, chokeholds, and mouthwatering pec torture, they dole out precise doses of pain, each grimace and groan quite clearly adding fuel to the erotic tension burning between them. Clinches turn into groping, and then morph back again into joint-wrenching wrestling holds and a brutal battle for physical domination.

Schoolboy-pinning the Brit, Kid Karisma leans back and flexes, letting Gabriel’s eager hands explore his granite-carved torso. The mutual appreciation is blindingly intense. The American stretches his sweaty body across his opponent as his lips explore the Brit’s neck. “Have to save that for later,” he mutters, suddenly dragging Gabriel up to his feet for another burst of muscle dominating wrestling. Punishment first, passion later!

No fewer than 9 fantastically long, excruciating, agonizing submissions unfold, repeatedly punctuated with more mutual muscle admiration, but who’s keeping count? Crotches grind into one another, lips hungrily explore, and sweat-soaked, transparent singlets are wedged high up between two of the hottest asses in the business. The real drama here is how long these two gorgeous studs will keep wrestling before they finally give into mutual lust!

Mind Games Within Mind Games

Kid Karisma has been on a reign of terror lately. His ring resume, in particular, describes the trail of broken, battered, and crushed hunks he rode hard and put away very, very wet. With an ego that big, an award-winning ass and an insatiable hunger for dominating opponents, it’s little wonder that Kid K has thrived under the tutelage and patronage of the original Kid himself, Leopard. With The Boss at his back (enjoying the view, you can be sure), Kid K has set his sights on bigger and bigger prizes. Happy to indulge his pet, The Boss handpicked Karisma’s leopard print briefs and arranged for him to face another BGE juggernaut who has been on a terror tear: big (really, really big) Dev Michaels.

Kid K flexes indulgently, intently studying his stellar physique in the mirror. He’s been packing on muscle mass like crazy. BGE fans have never seen him this massive. And that award-winning ass of his has simply never looked more luscious, suction packed into The Boss’ handpicked leopard gear. He stretches and shadow boxes, but he’s perpetually distracted by the precise placement of his hair and the particular stretch of his underwear across his glorious glutes. Has Kid Karisma ever looked this hot!? He thinks not.

When Dev arrives at ringside, Kid Karisma unleashes his patented ego-assault on the big, burly muscle hunk. “What the hell?” he asks incredulously, starting to play the mind games he’s studied at the feet of the master, the Boss. “They’re letting anyone in here now. Isn’t there an age restriction?” Taking a shot at his opponent’s more mature years seems to have no effect, so Kid Karisma moves on to plan B: physical intimidation. “You see that right there?” Karisma asks, flexing his magnificent muscles. “Just look at that!”

When big Dev climbs into the ring, Kid K suddenly grows silent. Not only is Dev unlikely to be physically intimidated by anyone, but he’s also sporting a pair of leopard-print trunks! What just happened here? Is Dev thumbing his nose at The Boss, or is Kid Leopard, the true master of mind games, playing both of these favored hunks against one another?!

“Not bad, not bad,” Dev acknowledges Kid Karisma’s impressive display of muscle. “But look at that!” the big man demands, flexing his biceps in Karisma’s face. “Oh my God,” the Dev mutters, transparently awed at his own magnificence. They compare quads, and these are honestly two of the most massively built monster quads we’ve seen in the ring at the same time. Kid Karisma offers faint praise. “Let’s see them,” he challenges Dev, stepping in front of the muscleman, “but yeah, you can’t, because mine are just too big!”

The redheaded heel just crossed a line that earns him a bearhug from behind and a toss across the ring. Without a moment’s hesitation, Kid K returns the favor, bearhugging the behemoth off his feet and then flinging Dev into a corner. “How do you like that, tough guy!?” Kid smirks, pumped, primed, and crouching, ready for action. Nobody, but nobody, has so effortlessly manhandled massive Dev Michaels like that before!

Neither of these impeccably built musclemen is about to concede that he’s in danger of being outmuscled. This match unfolds as a full-on, sweat-soaked, power-hitting, muscle challenge from start to finish. Bearhugs, bodyslams, full nelsons, and gut punches are traded, with both hunks demonstrating that they can take as much as they can give. “I hear you’ve been talking a lot of shit around here,” Dev snarls, hoisting his opponent high in another bearhug and pounding the Kid’s tailbone down hard across his knee.

Dev dominates in a test of strength, bringing Kid K to his knees and pounding him into the mat. Cocky Kid clearly cannot believe that he’s just been outmuscled, and he instantly raises his hands for a best of three. Those 30 extra pounds of massive beef that Dev carries once again bear down on his awed opponent, and Karisma finds himself on the receiving end of a boatload of knee drops, stomps, and slams. When Dev locks those telephone poles he calls his thighs around Karisma’s tiny waist, you can hear the air come rushing out of Kid’s lungs. “Give up!” the big man demands. “Take a deep breath, come on,” Dev patiently coaches his opponent through the agony he’s inflicting until Kid K is able to suck down just enough air to gasp, “I give!” Dev flexes over top of his furiously humbled opponent. “I’m telling the Boss you’re fucking wearing leopard!” Kid K threatens.

“The Boss? Who’s the boss!?” Dev snaps back, pounding his pecs and demonstrating precisely who he considers to be the boss around here.

Kid K has never been dominated like this before, and Dev has never been manhandled like this, and never by an opponent so much smaller. The Boss’ pet digs his claws deep, nearly ripping big Dev’s massive pecs off the bone! Kid Karisma loses his trunks first, the fight milked right out of him while caught again between Dev’s crushing thighs. In nothing but a tiny, leopard print thong wedged between those epic ass cheeks, the wunderkind returns the favor shortly thereafter, locking the mountain of muscle up nice and tight in a standing headscissors and stripping him to a muscle-ass-revealing thong as well.

When the immovable object meets the unstoppable force, you get precisely this match. You also get pools of sweat, bone-crushing power moves, and one, and only one, ripped muscle stud man enough to walk out of the ring still wearing leopard print! The astonishingly well-matched power, egos, and absolute certainty in their destinies to dominate keep this astonishingly hot contest incredibly close to the bitter end.

Pretty Strong, or Just Pretty?

When Pete Sharp first arrived at BG East, tongues wagged and crotches were adjusted en masse. The blond, bronzed, blue-eyed fitness model had our wrestlers lined up for a closer look at those sculpted muscles, handsome face and mammoth package. In his debut match, he demonstrated that all of that dazzling beauty and those bulging muscles aren’t just for show. This hunk can wrestle! He leveraged all of that power into solidly dominating a BG East veteran and putting the rest of our wrestlers on notice: get distracted by those azure eyes, and that mountainous package, and Pete Sharp will make you hurt.

Pete is accustomed to that look of awe that washes across the faces of the lucky bastards that get a glimpse of his fabulous physique in the flesh. He knows the power that his beauty has over fans and opponents alike. But don’t call Pete “pretty.” This stud is cool as shaved ice, but there’s one thing that will light his fuse in a flash, being called “pretty”.

“So, are you pretty strong, or just pretty!?” Kid Karisma smirks as he steps into the gazebo and sees the dazzling rookie. The ginger hunk was chomping at the bit to be the next in line to take a ride on Pete Sharp’s pumped pecs, and the perennially dangerous veteran has mastered an extensive arsenal of psychological warfare. He’s also demonstrated against more than a dozen opponents that he’s as wickedly dangerous as he is extremely self-confident. Pete’s babyblue trunks are the precise shade of his piercing eyes. True, Kid K is giving up nearly a half a foot in height to the bronze statue of a wet dream. But there’s just about nothing more satisfying to Kid Karisma than climbing under the skin of a hot, hard, young rookie with surgically precise trash talk, and then milking the very essence of agony out of him with hard hitting, lightning fast wrestling domination.

Side by side, the two ripped hunks compare their terrifically toned physiques. Despite the height difference, they are close to a perfect match when it comes to their massively peaked biceps. “Let me see a lat spread on you,” Kid Karisma demands, admiring Pete’s broad shoulders and wide upper back that tapers in a perfect V to his lean waist and big, powerful glutes. “Not bad,” Karisma concedes, “now let’s see those legs.” Few physiques could seriously compare with Kid Karisma’s incredibly built lower body, but he has to give the stunning golden rookie credit. “So you work out every so often. Fine. Not bad.”

Kid K works out “every so often,” too, and has a distinct advantage in experience. Instantly, he takes it to Pete with lightning quick offense. In a flash, the golden rookie finds himself flat on his back and schoolboy pinned beneath a smirking, freckled, redheaded powerhouse with a passionate delight for making pretty boys cry uncle.

Kid Karisma delivers a steady stream of match commentary to accompany his blistering offense. “I know it hurts,” he chuckles, crushing Pete’s midsection between his gargantuan thighs. “Come on, don’t be a tough guy.” Karisma is simply not the same stud he was when he first arrived at BG East a few years ago. His already massive ego is, somehow, even bigger, but it’s his wrestling skills that have absolutely blossomed. He rips Pete apart in a crotch-ripping grapevine, with the added bonus of spotlighting that behemoth package Pete has barely managed to stuff in his trunks. Kid Karisma swarms all over the bronzed beauty. Camel clutches, abdominal claws, and gut punches deliver the rookie a buffet of choice punishment, but over and over the veteran returns to clamping those bone-crushing thighs around the rookie’s body and head and making Pete suffer long and hard.

As Pete promised, all those tanned, toned muscles aren’t just for looking pretty. He persistently muscles free from one steel trap after another, defying Kid Karisma’s attempts to squeeze any easy submissions out of the bronze beefcake. The rookie plays defense a while, but suddenly locks on a skull crushing headscissors of his own, making the hunky veteran’s face turn red two shades darker than his hair. Kid Karisma’s trash talk is abruptly silenced with his face buried deep between the rookie’s monster thighs, and Pete watches his opponent’s squirming body with satisfaction written all over that gorgeous face. “Like that?” Pete crows. “You ain’t going nowhere!” he promises, flexing a picture perfect bicep and showing off his truly awesome body for the swelling ranks of Pete Sharp fans.

Keeping Kid K controlled is easier said than done, and with a lot of grunting, flexing and lubricated with a liberal coat of sweat, the veteran muscles out. When they climb to their feet, Pete grins mockingly, “I’m just toying with you, man.” His pecs bounce eagerly. “Oh, fuck you, man!” the veteran snaps back angrily, flinging himself headlong into another scramble of sculpted muscle locked in combat. Pete is a quick study, and when it comes to getting underneath the skin of an opponent, two can play at that game!

This match is a feast for muscle fans. Karisma’s pale, freckled, pumped physique is a gorgeous study in contrast as he tangles with the bronzed goldenboy struggling to hold onto his dignity. The veteran shows off every angle of Pete’s prettiest parts, and a close eye will note that the rookie’s powder blue pouch is not always up to the challenge of keeping the monster beneath entirely caged. But Pete seems to have Kid Karisma’s number, seemingly taking the veteran at will into one dangerously vulnerable rear naked choke after another. Before all is said and done, one of these powerful hunks finds himself locked up tight and knocked out cold, limp in his opponent’s crushing arms. And even then, the muscle show isn’t nearly over, as the victor celebrates with a cocky, self-congratulatory muscle posing session, counting out a long, slow, humiliating ten count especially for you!

Perfection Meets Performance

Needless to say, BG East has seen many impressive physiques over the years, but few come as chiseled to perfection as the ever gorgeous, magazine and physique model Z-Man. A contender for Best Body of 2012, he always seems to be in top form for every match. While he may not have a spotless win/loss record, he’s more than held his own against some of BG East’s best and brightest stars. He’s proven those muscles aren’t just for show, taking on the best and worst that talents like Jonny Firestorm, Austin Cooper, and even the indomitable heel Dick Rick have thrown at him. I mean, how many BG East wrestlers can claim to have taken a superplex from the top turnbuckle? Impressive, for sure. But even the intrepid Z-Man may be in over his head in this match-up.

This may only be strikingly handsome hunk Lane Hartley’s second appearance in the BG East ring, but his first match speaks volumes. The newbie, supposed rookie Lane left beefy bodybuilder Brad Barnes a quivering mass of muscle in the middle of the ring, unable to offer any resistance for virtually the entire match. It was a stunning debut. This clearly experienced wrestling powerhouse with a spectacular physique showed not only strength and skill, but a sadistic streak both shocking, and much admired by many of our fans. In his debut match alone Lane may have dished out more punishment than Z-Man has in his entire tenure here at BG East, and this time the towering, muscled stud Lane has an even greater size advantage over his pretty boy opponent.

As the two incredibly impressive specimens meet in the ring, Lane shows a more sporting side, offering his hand to Z-Man to mark the start of their friendly match, but more experienced viewers will know what’s coming next. Z-Man takes his opponent’s hand without a second thought, and gets a hard boot to his gut for his naiveté. Lane quickly shows us he’s not pulling his punches any more than last time, with stiff forearms leaving Z-Man reeling before sending the cover model to the mat. Lane knows that cementing his rep and establishing his claim to top-dog status at BG East requires an equally impressive follow-up to his debut stunner. And what better opponent on whom to press his point and secure his place in the BG East pantheon than that redoubtable battler Z-Man!

Z-man tries to mount an offensive, making it back to his feet and even forcing Lane back to the ropes and into the corner, but what little momentum he gains is quickly cut off by more powerful blows from the big man. The match has barely begun and Lane’s already looking at a downed opponent, eager to find the best way to punish the sculpted body before him. As Lane closes in, a long list of tortuous holds in mind, how long can Z-Man last against this heel out to make a name for himself at his opponent’s expense?

One would think, looking at Z-Man’s resume, that he would be able to give this newcomer a decent run for his money. But just because he’s new to BG East, doesn’t mean Lane is new to wrestling. Quite the contrary, he uses Z-Man like a wrestling dummy to showcase his power and talents. Wearing his opponent down in hold after hold, we also see a darker side to Lane. More than just a skilled wrestler, when he sees Z-man writhing on the mat, groaning and clutching his weakened back, a sinister smile crosses Lane’s face as he focuses his efforts on his newly acquired target. And it’s both thrilling and frightening.

Z-Man screams while pinned against the ropes, Lane driving his knee into the model’s spine. What little fight Z-Man brings to the match could barely be called a struggle, managing to kick out of a pin attempt only when Lane barely bothers to hold him down. Annoyed by such pathetic resistance, Lane tosses Z-Man into the ropes for another beating before slamming him back down to the mat for the first fall of the match.

Despite the brutal beating he’s taken so far, Z-Man’s not out yet. He hasn’t made it in BG East on looks alone, and has survived against other wrestlers of Lane’s stature and experience. Though he pays for it, he manages to keep Lane guessing, striking when his opponent least expects it. Finally, with Z-Man sagging in the corner, Lane’s overconfidence catches up with him and he crashes into the post as the momentarily revived Z-Man rolls Lane up for a three count, and these two men are suddenly tied at one fall each.

Z-s victory is short-lived, however. The dominant Lane doesn’t take his momentary embarrassment lying down, and while he was clearly out to hurt Z-Man before, the big bruiser now looks like he’s trying to destroy his cover model opponent. Powerful stomps, slams, and a spectacular suplex shuts Z-Man down once again, leaving him writhing on the mat in pain. A spectacular bearhug is as sweaty and sexy as you might imagine a clinching of these two magnificent bodies could be. In addition to Lane and Z-Man being two of the most extraordinarily handsome men to ever step through ring ropes, Lane’s application and Z-Man’s suffering is as iconic and arousing as any bearhug we’ve ever taped or seen.

One hold after another targets each part of Z-Man’s perfectly chiseled form, and with each scream from the hurting pretty boy a comeback seems less and less likely. Can the battered Z-Man put a stop to Lane’s impressive performance, or is the new heel’s dominant streak here at BG East just getting started? In either case, this is match for the history books, one to savor, cherish and revisit for decades to cum!

The Mastodon vs. The Mighty Mouse

Morgan Cruise is quickly becoming a wrestler who needs no introduction. Powering through one opponent after another in ever more awesome displays, The Mastodon is fast running out of wrestlers who can offer him a challenge, not that there were many to begin with. Clearly his intended opponent didn’t feel up to the task, as our latest contender failed to show up after learning he would be climbing into the ring with none other than Morgan Cruise. Forced to find a last-minute replacement, we were surprised, to say the least, by the young lightweight professional wrestler who decided to rise to the occasion.

Tim Messina may not be the most impressive of physical specimens, but he’s a pro of no small skill, and he’s gotten quite used to going up against bigger and stronger wrestlers – as if he has any choice! What he lacks in strength he makes up for in speed, skill and surprising tactics, and he keeps the big men guessing while they try in vain to get a handle – and more – on him. But despite his scrappy nature and experience, we can’t help but feel he’s gotten in way over his head stepping up to take on wrestler like Cruise.

The Mastodon is clearly unimpressed, looking right past Messina at the mirror to admire his own muscles as he flexes before the match, only pausing to ask his latest soon-to-be conquest “You scared, boy?” The match starts as expected, Cruise slamming Tim down to the mat, showing his power and pausing between bodyslams to flex and pose. But Messina reminds us he’s not to be underestimated, dodging Cruise’s latest attack he delivers two kicks to The Mastodon’s chin and scoops Cruise up for a bodyslam of his own!

Tim’s already faring better than expected, though Cruise isn’t about to let that last. Catching Messina off the ropes he slams him down to the mat before going to work on his back. Cruise is ready to start the match in earnest, and begins his work breaking down his opponent with cruel precision. From the mat to the ropes, Tim is pounded and stretched as his spine takes the brunt of The Mastodon’s assault, and this is only the beginning.

The match has barely begun and Tim’s back is already taking a beating. Cruise lifts him high in a crushing bearhug while parading his victim around the ring, never failing to appreciate the sight of his own muscles at work. Shooting Tim into the ropes for another impressive display, Cruise catches Messina and raises him high off the mat, only for the smaller wrestler to send the big man’s head slamming down with a DDT! In an amazing turnaround, Tim Messina covers morgan Cruise for a three count and claims the first fall in this match! Maybe we weren’t the only ones to underestimate the little guy.

Unhappy, though not deterred by this turn of events, Cruise cuts off Messina’s celebration in short order. More slams followed by a spine-bending boston crab quickly have Tim screaming and slapping the mat for mercy. Cruise pauses for just a minute to admire his handiwork as Messina crawls on the mat before lifting, then dropping the lighter pro into a brutal over-the-knee backbreaker, not once, but three times! Tim hangs helplessly, rocked over Cruise’s leg for what must feel to him like an eternity before he’s finally released, though only so Cruise can have another session with his own reflection.

The very self-assured and ever self-admiring Mastodon has to learn not to take this pro lightly, though, because when they connect, Tim Messina’s flying feet are lethal weapons! This kid is fast and he can fly. Messina manages to pull off a flying headscissors before pulling Cruise into a submission hold of his own. Suddenly it’s the big bully who’s doing the moaning and groaning. But can the high-flying lean lightweight capitalize of his advantage to even the playing field with the tough guy? Despite his strength, The Mastodon has difficulty breaking free, but this match is only just getting started.

Messina fights hard to bring down the powerhouse, while Cruise tries to keep the leaner, lighter wrestler under his heel. If back breakers are your thing, this match is a veritable feast of one spine-bender and back cruncher after another Mind-boggling torture racks, brutal bostons, spine crunching camels, incredibly sexy and oft-repeated, back-breaking bearhugs join a buffet of inventive and punishing locks and painful submissions holds applied on and by both men. As the submissions mount, Tim refuses to call it quits, but he may be fighting a losing battle against an unstoppable force. Can the scrappy Messina overcome Cruise in a stunning upset? Or is it just a matter of time before The Mastodon breaks him down and puts him away for good? In the end, one final submission hold marks a decisive victory in this very creative and extraordinarily brutal battle.

Masked Heat

Can you feel the heat? We usually think of masked wrestling as a ring spectacle, deriving from revered, very stylized, quasi-mystical traditions of ring combat in Mexico and, from there, Japan. But in this match, BG East drops some extra kink into the mix as hairy-chested and statuesque Glacier Blue squares off against twinky-smooth Gold Shaft in the Florida sun room. The result is a steamy homoerotic mat match that draws as much from rough S&M foreplay as from the drama and symbolism of a mask-stakes battle in old-school lucha libre. This masked match is hot and horny, sensual and sexy and about as close as you can get to an X-Fight without stripping off your trunks.

The contestants’ names and masks may be new to you, but they have wrestled before, including on camera here at BG East. So you may well experience a sense of deja-vu familiarity. Many wrestlers, including BGE boys, love the opportunity to become someone else, to assume a new persona, a new style and new freedom the anonymity of the mystical mask provides. There’s also the thrill and threat of exposure to add to the excitement. The sun room temperature seemed to rise ten degrees when we told the guys we wanted them to compete not only to unmask their opponent but also to decide who was the bottom and who the top. This ratcheted up the already considerable heat-generating between these two masked studs even higher!

And so sex is definitely in the air as Gold Shaft and Glacier Blue circle one another and size each other up through the eyeholes in their masks. Gold Shaft is the smaller of the two, compactly but fitly built, with a treasure trail dangling from his navel and disappearing at the waistband of his tight, skimpy, perfectly form-fitting and very fully packed metallic gold trunks. Glacier Blue’s rugged, lightly hairy body looms over Gold Shaft, masterfully poised, clearly confident of the ultimate victory and sexual domination, brimming with testosterone-fueled daddy-vibrations, and sporting well his very well-packed, pouch-prominent bulge in those sexy, mask-matching underbriefs.

It’s a smoldering staring contest at the center of the mat, chest bumping up against chest, shoulders back, teeth gritted, bulge bumping bulge, both masked men braced for collision. It’s one of those opening confrontations where little is said or done, where little is needed to be said or done to establish the scene and build some intense heat, between the two wrestlers as well as building some heat among those if us watching!

The fight starts when Glacier Blue takes a step back, feigning disengagement, only to lunge right back in at Gold Shaft. Wasting no time in taking the golden boy to the mats, he slaps his opponent’s shoulders to the mat and stretches the kid’s thighs out wide, delivering stiff, staccato punches to the vulnerable midsection. Then, irresistibly, he clutches that gold-plated crotch in his fist. But as we’ve learned from his previous appearances, Gold Shaft is no rookie and no jobber. This is not his first masked mayhem. And afterall, HE still has his mask. That cannot be said of his past opponents!

Trapping his opponent in a tight headscissors, Glacier Blue finds, soon enough, that his own head is caught between his adversary’s smooth yet muscular thighs. After a short struggle, the 69-scissors challenge breaks up in Gold Shaft’s favor. Glacier Blue is shocked to find himself on the receiving end of some serious and prolonged gut punching and ball grabbing. Gold Shaft straddles the big man’s bulge and drums his fist to the hairy chest, pinning and repeatedly thrusting his 24-karat gold erection up to his victim’s mouth.

Glacier Blue fights back, rolling Gold Shaft to his back, both men visibly excited as victory seems equally within reach for either one of them. The prospect of owning the other creates eye-popping burgeoning bulges in both pairs of sweaty trunks. Grappling holds intermingle with lustful embraces. Skin chafes against skin, trunks are tantalizingly peeled and both wrestlers are sucking in the room’s thickening air in lusty, two-fisted gulps.

This match is as suspenseful as it is sexy. It’s also about erotic domination as much as it is about physical superiority. Despite the disparity in height and weight, these two mystery fighters are perfectly well matched. In the end, just as we hoped, one man is humiliatingly and ritualistically stripped of his mask and then, for added measure, choked out, so that the victor can use his body for a sex toy for a long and sensuous count of three.

Call PETA! Aryx Quinn Skins Another Jobber!

Hotheaded Aryx Quinn catches Muscle Mask going through his stuff, even trying on Quinn’s iconic leather jacket for size. Uh oh – this is NOT going to go down well in Aryx Land! No way this is going to end without a fight! Aryx’s volatile nature, short fuse and subsequent pugnacity are as legendary as his smooth, honey-hued physique. This guy will fight you for having a cheap haircut, much less for pawing his precious satiny ring gear.

Folks say Aryx wins matches mostly with his mouth, having one of the fastest minds and the biggest insult phrasebook in the business. Other folks say 90% of Aryx’s victories hang on his ability to wage war on his opponent’s psyche well before the first knee hits the first ball-sack. Both theories are true as far as they go, but it’s also true that Aryx has a deep vein of mean to mine, and he never runs out of nasty, which he serves up in Costco-size value packs. And nothing gets Aryx’s carefully selected panties in a twist like literally twisting the man’s carefully selected panties.

Even outweighing Aryx by about 30 pounds, Muscle Mask is shitting in his silks as Aryx blasts him out for daring to poke around in his drawers. In a flash Aryx is pounding the bodybuilder down to his hands and knees, stripping off his prized, precious leather jacket, and choking the masked muscle hunk with it. He backs the big man to the ring post and tommy-guns the guy’s abs with his bare knuckles. “Don’t you ever … ever disrespect me … wearing my shit … touching my shit! Nobody touches my shit! NOBODY!”, Aryx explodes. Tearing the jacket away from the cowering masked man, Aryx tells him it’s not made of leather. It’s made from the skins of little jobbers who dared to stick their noses into Aryx Quinn’s business. And, holy hell, by now we are all ready to believe him!

“You’re all show, and no go!” is how Aryx Quinn sums up the thick, well-carved muscle mass that Muscle Mask sports. Aryx has more go in his left nut than the Muscle Mask has in his entire posedown-ready body – according to Aryx, that is. He taunts the big lug with the charge that only for a fleeting fraction of a second did Aryx ever consider the possibility that Muscle Mask might kick his ass. He’s not the least bit daunted by the size differential.

Aryx tucks a prize pair of his yellow trunks into his right boot, telling his big, blubbering opponent that they’re all his to win and own… IF he’s got game enough to wrest them away from him. “If you had any sense, kiddo,” Aryx rails, “you never would’ve stepped into the BG Arena, let alone rifled through my personal property – you fuckin’ pervert!!” Then he proceeds to blast away at every inch of muscle he can get his hands on. You’ve never seen USDA prime beef turn to milquetoast so fast. He pounds, pummels, punishes and repeatedly humiliates the muscle stud with total confidence and supreme arrogance. Aryx calls himself “110% natural nitroglycerin” for good reason!

Lithe, slippery Aryx has taken on the big boys here at BG East before, guys like Denny Cartier, Eddy Rey, Donnie Drake, Mitch Colby, and Tyrell Tomsen. Aryx doesn’t always triumph, but when he leaves the ring, the other guy always knows he’s been in a fight, all right. Aryx does not go down easily. So distinctive a performer is Aryx Quinn that The Boss himself, Kid Leopard, tailor-made a finishing hold expressly for him, a sexy and lethal submission hold that’s reportedly impossible to escape, spelling certain doom for whoever finds himself caught in it … 110% effective, 100% of the time!

Aryx employs several such KL invented finishers in this match, as well as improvising a few of his own invention, working over all that delicious beefy muscle on his masked opponent. While torturing Musclemask in his Quinn Lock leg hold, he strips the hunk of his boot and then covers his face with it like an oxygen mask! Like him or loathe him, there are few wrestlers as entertaining – and certainly no one as arrogant – as Aryx Quinn.