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Gabriel Ross vs Christian Taylor: The Best of Both

Beauty comes in many forms, and in this match we see shining examples of two very differently but astonishingly beautiful young men. For BG East fans, neither probably needs any introduction but both certainly deserve them. The first to enter the Wrestleshack is Christian Taylor, a deliciously tall drink of water who could be a world-class fashion model. So strikingly slim, yet, with a taut, muscular body, albeit one that looks like it ought to be able to spread its wings and float away on the wind. Long, toned legs that seem to go on forever, supporting deeply carved abs running up a slender torso towards broad, flat pecs, and finally that stunning, almost angelic face, and a smile that lets you lose yourself in his eyes. Is it any wonder he’s one of The Boss’s top all-time personal favorites?

Taylor’s followed closely by a figure that stands in stark contrast to the first, though no less lovely a sight to behold. Gabriel Ross is by no means a small man, but next to Christian who stands literally head and shoulders above him, Ross looks positively diminutive. When compared to Taylor’s decidedly slim frame however, it becomes clear Gabriel makes up the difference in the amount of bulging, rippling muscle packed onto his built bod. Every line on his powerful body looks carved from marble. While Christian looks like he might sway in a strong wind, Gabriel likens to an unshakeable rock. A former ballet dancer, Gabriel added bulk and power to his classic form and impressive flexibility.

With stunning bodies, winning smiles and gorgeous eyes, these two men are in the best shape we’ve ever seen them, and they are both eager to see who’s going to come out on top. This match was some time in the making, with cross-Atlantic email threats and challenges preceding a long-awaited first contact. Making short work of the pleasantries as they finally face one another on the mats, friendly jabs turn to hard shoves. Both bodies hit the mat hard almost immediately, collapsing in a tangle of limbs and muscle as the opening of this match shows us just how evenly matched these two men truly are. Christian has his long arms wrapped tight around Gabriel’s head, pulling that curly blond hair in close to his smooth chest, but Ross locks his thick, powerful legs around Taylor’s abs, each of them groaning with the strain of trying to free themselves.

It doesn’t take long for this stalemate to be broken as meaty muscle wins out over lanky leverage, Christian slowly slipping into the trap of a rear naked choke with those bulging thighs still clamped and pulsing around his taut torso. He struggles and suffers sublimely, moaning with each twist of the powerfully compact body bearing down around him, his hands pushing desperately on the legs that threaten to break him in half, and all the while Gabriel just smiles and flexes those beautiful muscles, nuzzling the neck of the tall beauty.

Gabriel Ross vs Christian Taylor: Long, Lean, and Liplocked

Christian holds out as long as he can, determined not to submit so early in the match, but determination only goes so far and before long he’s forced to offer up the first fall to the jacked stud with the bulging biceps. Taylor won’t take this lying down though, and in a moment comes back at Gabriel with a crotch-splitting spladle, using that lovely, long torso of his to spread the British beauty’s legs wide apart. It takes much more than that for such a powerful man to succumb however, and Christian fights to stay out of the same dangerous chokes and scissors he’s already suffered, twisting and trapping Ross in one hold after another, his own long limbs keeping him out of reach of Gabriel’s grip.

At long last Taylor ties up Gabriel in a painful leglock. Gabriel’s groans turn to screams as his spine is contorted, Christian pouring on the pressure, his pride demanding a submission before release, which Gabriel is finally forced to shout out. Now tied at one fall a piece, these men have something to prove. Neither wants to be the one to admit defeat, and they both fight on even as sweat and heaving breaths fill the humid Wrestleshack.

More spine torture, gut punishment, and even ball busting builds as this marathon match continues, both men pushing themselves to sweat-soaked exhaustion. Without question, each ones’ legs prove dangerous weapons, Christian’s long and slender, and Gabriel’s bulging with massively muscular calves and thighs. Both men love their scissors and use them to great effect, even leading to a beautiful, if painful, double headscissors. The more Ross demonstrates the power packed into his smaller body, the more determined Taylor is to prove he can take anything the powerhouse can dish out and send it right back at him.

The tide finally turns and one wrestler must accept defeat. The growing desire these two have for each other’s alluring forms turns to something much more intimate. Passionate combat gives way to scenes much gentler, yet no less intense than the submission-filled fight of only moments before. Lips and limbs intertwine, glistening skin presses together as hands caress the muscles they battled until right now. There can be only one winner, but neither man walks away empty-handed. For them, and us, it’s well worth the wait!

Billy Lodi vs Jake Ryder: An Air of Intimate Domination

Here at BG East, nearly every venue inevitably brings out an atmosphere of intimate domination. Men pitted against each other, fighting for pride or prizes, it’s no wonder so many combatants’ struggles give way to more passionate overtones. More than the ring or the mats, however, the Wrestleshack seems built to bring out the erotic in its visitors. A dark, enclosed space growing warmer with each movement of its increasingly heated inhabitants, the sound of the woods outside muted, only the two opponents and their struggle can be heard. As the tide turns and one man takes control, it’s not hard to imagine the thoughts that begin to cross his mind.

Jake Ryder is certainly no stranger to such thoughts. He made his BG East debut in the Wrestleshack, working up a sweat with AJ Lyle. In his most recent appearance he brought us another stunning performance, leaving Trey Dixon stripped and soaked in his very own first match. Jake knows what he’s after in a match and has the proven skills to take what he wants. We first see him calmly stretching his toned muscles in preparation. Practiced movements and a look of concentration on his face, but we’ve seen the smile that grows wider with each struggling opponent. Already he looks prepared for another round of domination as his next potential plaything steps into the shack.

Billy Lodi may be the younger, smaller, and less muscular of the two, but he has quite a few more BG East matches under his belt than his opponent. Jake may have proven his skills in the art of erotic domination, but his conquests hardly outnumber young Billy’s. From Skrapper, to Skip Vance, and even Christian Taylor right here in the Wrestleshack, these names are just a few of the men with whom Billy has inspired some spirited and passionate performances. The small, lithe twink may not always be on the winning side of a match, but he won’t fall behind in spurring the most intimate of finishes. However, this is not to say that Billy takes defeat lying down, or that he can’t put one over on even a considerably bigger opponent. Scrappy Lodi has fight in him and he shows it. As his slender form blocks the light of the only way in or out of the Wrestleshack, he heads straight for Jake. With a knowing smirk on his handsome face, Jake Ryder surveys his cute as fuck and sensually seductive opponent from his head to his toes with a thinly-veiled relish.

Before Ryder can even get to his feet he’s yanked into a rough headlock, falling to his back with the lightweight Lodi on top as he struggles to free himself at the sudden start of this match. Billy’s hungry to dominate as he goes straight to work on his larger opponent, but Jake puts that beautifully muscled bod to work as he tries to break free of the hold and turn things around. Scooting away on his knees, Jake is taken aback by this twink’s aggression, but he’s not backing down as he and Billy lock eyes, faces touching as they move in closer, surely only the first taste of the seductions to come.

Billy Lodi vs Jake Ryder: Skillful Submissions and Passionate Ploys

Billy’s experience shows as he presses his advantage. Jake lingers a little too long on those eyes and gets a stiff shot to the abs, knocking him on his ass. Billy smiles and stops his assault just long enough to relieve Jake of his shorts, unveiling white briefs and those long, muscular thighs that have made other men gasp in pain and moan in passion. Even when Jake grabs ahold of Billy, repaying the earlier headlock, the twink surprises yet again by lifting the bigger man clear off the mat for a hard slam. All the retaliation Jake can muster is to strip Billy down to his bright yellow briefs, the punk just smiling at the effort.

Jake’s desperate now. He charges the punk only to discover Billy’s slender thighs locked around his torso. His laugh is cut short with a grunt of pain as Billy’ legs clamp down hard in a bodyscisssors from which Jake can’t help but cry out. Unable to outwrestle the punk Jake hopes to distract Billy, his hands playing over the lean torso beneath him, fingers closing on Lodi’s nipples. Billy’s having none of it as another flex of his thighs puts a stop to Jake’s fleeting fondling, his once confident opponent contracting in pain.

Jake tries to gather his strength, dragging himself up Billy’s body, his head still hanging low, lips brushing against Lodi’s chest before their eyes meet again. As their faces draw closer, nearly touching again, Billy looks the confident one. Secure in his dominant position, he fails to notice Jake’s arms until it’s too late. For all his impressive grappling skill, Billy may finally have fallen for Jake’s charm as he struggles locked in a kiss of death. A familiar smile spreads across Jake’s face, the look he gets when he feels his opponent’s struggling in his grip, the pleasure that power gives him evident in his eyes. Still fixed on Billy’s eyes as he feels the young man struggling under him, that firm body pressed against his own. He commands his victim to submit, and feels a reluctant palm slapped against his side.

But this match is far from over, and the atmosphere only grows more heated from here. Both men bring full nelsons, camel clutches, gut punches, claws, leg splits, and an overabundance of scissors to the fight. Submissions are traded, bodies are twisted, displayed, and toyed with for the amusement of each wrestler in turn, and, through it all, the lust in each man’s eyes only grows. Exhaustive, successive submissions and pins decide the winner, who finally takes what he wants in a long overdue liplock finale. The Wrestleshack never fails to bring out the erotic in its fighters – and this is no exception!

Eli Black vs Z-Man: Along Came a Spider

What happens when Eli and Z-Man agree to a throwdown in the BGE Florida mat room? All hell breaks loose, that’s what. But then that’s what you might expect from these two charismatic and nearly omnipresent underground wrestling stars. In this match you get all that, plus two or three mind-and wad-blowing things that will catch you totally by surprise.

Both wrestlers are at their all-time physical best in this match. What’s more, they both know it and revel in showing it off. Z-Man, always in top condition and perfectly groomed, has seldom looked better, all that pulchritude accented by a pair of very sexy, pouch-prominent briefs. Eli too is ripped and shredded beyond belief, those award-winning bas and that pretty butt highlighted by a rocking pair of sheer briefs. And both are eager to get their hands on each other for a bit of old-fashioned BGE-style roughhouse.

This is Eli’s ninth match at BGE, and Z-Man’s tenth, Both have devoted followings but for very different reasons. Fresh from his explosive confrontation with the highly touted new heel wonder Lane Hartley, the Z-Man is a proven performer, having taken on the best competition the company has to offer, wrestlers you’d recognize by a single name: Cooper and Firestorm, for instance. He’s acquitted himself well at BGE as well as on the MMA mats. The winner of the BGE audience awards for best abs of 2012 and 2013, Eli has been eager of late to test himself against bigger guys with big names, most recently taking on Cameron Matthews. Asked if he thought he could handle Z-Man, Eli scoffed, but then shrugged his shoulders noncommittally. “We’ll find out,” he said, eyes twinkling.

Eli and Z-Man enter the brightly lit mat room in snug cotton briefs. Z asks if Eli’s ready to wrestle. Eli answers, “I more so call it ‘kicking your ass.’” Big words, just as we would expect from Eli. This kid is never short on confidence, even when facing an opponent four inches taller and over 30 pounds heavier than he is, as in this case. The fight starts.

Eli moves like a spider zeroing in on his larger prey and wrapping it up in a tight, inescapable ball. His almost incessant commentary is just another way he shows off his knowledge of submission wrestling and MMA. He especially likes to announce his next move, along with a short description, and then to his opponent’s amazement, Eli performs the move exactly as predicted. Muhammad Ali was pulling this trick back in the 1960s, but it never gets old. Yet Z-Man’s size and power, as well as his own considerable skills, pose a significant challenge, and things don’t go as easily as Eli might have hoped.

Eli Black vs Z-Man: Making a Splash

Z-Man’s muscle is luscious and a bit daunting. He’s always had a great look, turning heads everywhere he went. But in the last year or two, he has seriously beefed up. On top of looking great, Z has dedicated himself to improving himself as a wrestler, both in the pro ring and on the mat. The results made a big splash in the underground wrestling world, and Z-Man has never been more successful and popular than right now.

Eli’s not intimidated in the least. He doubts that there’s anything to Eli’s muscle but show. Never one to mince words, Eli directly asks Z-Man if there’s real strength behind the showy muscle. Z has heard these taunts before, but they never fail to get a rise out of him. He goes after Eli with a vengeance, surprising the usually cool and collected Eli Black and ultimately tapping him out with an impressive figure-four-slash-crab combination. In triumph, Z-Man pops his pecs and beats his chest, very Tarzan.

Z-Man follows his victory with a tight, punishing bearhug. Eli’s lean 26 inch waist makes for a tempting target for any bearhug practitioner and Z-Man has the power and technique to make it count. Eli struggles and suffers in Z’s muscular grip and looks to be gasping his final breath as he melts in his opponent’s killer grip. But suddenly, like a viper, Eli strikes back with a string of kicks and punches designed to weaken the muscle man and take him down hard. It’s quite possible that Eli meant for Z-Man to react earlier exactly as he did, perhaps even seeing an initial loss of a submission fall as an acceptable risk to take, if for no other reason but to feel out his opponent and learn what he is capable of.

Strategy or not, Z-Man’s burst of aggression spurs Eli Black to respond even more aggressively than before. He wants revenge for that bearhug! Eli catches Z-Man in a killer figure-four choke, gaining the desired tapout, then going on to grab an immediate second submission, just to prove that he can. The momentum now turns in Eli’s favor.

With fewer words this time, Eli displays his wide knowledge of submission wrestling holds through action: chokes, figure fours, crucifix stretches, armbars, leglocks, scissors, and more. In the grand finale of Undagear 21, BG East gives you two of its best contrasting wrestlers at the top of their game in an unmissable battle of wills and alpha-status!

Mitch Colby vs Christopher Bruce: Veterans’ Day

With all the newcomers crowding the wrestling game, clamoring for attention and respect, every so often it’s refreshing to see a couple of ruggedly good-looking veterans take to the mat to bust some bones together. Mitch Colby and Chris Bruce have been around the block. What they haven’t seen already is probably not worth seeing.

Mitch comes to Undagear 21 with eighteen previous BGE matches, facing big, small, skinny, pumped, young, old, you name him, he’s met him and he’ll knock his block off! Chris has been around even a bit longer, with twenty bouts under his belt, including some butt-baring battles and a legendary feud with Boston bad boy Mikey Vee.

These guys have settled in, but they are far from settling down. Hot muscle daddies like these two hot, handsome studs have proven to only ripen with age, and now we are throwing them together to see which one kicks butt harder. This would be a top fantasymen matchup for most wrestling fans, but at BG East it gets real. So very real.

Here’s the setup: Pissed off because some punk kid no-shows for a scheduled match, Chris takes an angry chop at the wall and leaves the mat room for the weight machines. There he finds Mitch working out. Mitch overhears Chris muttering under his breath and asks what’s up. “Can’t depend on anybody nowadays,” Chris complains. He explains the situation, and Mitch is sympathetic: “That pretty much sucks, dude.” Kids these days!

Fortunately, Mitch has a solution. How about a throwdown between the two of them, a couple of dependable veterans with some time on their hands? Might be fun. Might be hot. At the very least, it might be good for cooling off Chris’s currently red-hot temper! And it’s a good workout for the both of them. The size difference doesn’t matter. Wrestling is all that matters. What could be more on the up-and-up than a friendly tussle between two experienced warhorses like these two, right? But this is BG East Wrestling, folks, and you can bet your ass nothing’s ever going down as nice and easy as that! Oh hell no!

Mitch Colby vs Christopher Bruce: Glutton for Punishment

Mitch and Chris, wearing singlets now, square off in the mat room. They lock up, and soon Chris is stuck in one of Mitch’s famous scissorholds. They’re like vises, those holds. Even Chris’s impressively thick muscle trembles under the pressure of Mitch’s strong thighs clamping his waist. With great determination, Chris clambers to his feet, but Mitch doesn’t let up, adding a headlock to the scissors. Trembling, Chris is forced to submit.

Chris tries to play the good sport, but you can tell that inside he’s seething. He’s still sore at the punk kid for not showing up. Now he’s sore at Mitch for flaunting his height and muscle advantage, playing the big nice guy on top of it all. What’s more, he wants this win – badly. In a snap, Mitch has him in another scissors, then another, this time on the head. “You’re a glutton for these!” Mitch gloats, with a good-natured chuckle. Chris’s eyes shoot sparks. Ha the fucking ha, asshole. When, with great effort, Chris disentangles himself from yet another scissorhold, Mitch calls him “lucky.” Chris winces at the word.

The mat room is a steamy, sweaty hothouse now. The wrestlers lower their straps to fight bare-chested. “Out of breath?” Chris asks. “Not as much as you are,” Mitch replies with a grin. “Never said I wasn’t,” Chris tries to explain, barely able to cough up the words, “us … ‘veterans,’ you know.” The two fight on with a glint in their eyes.

“You look like you might be getting a little upset there,” Mitch observes at one point. He has NO idea. The two brawny bodies shimmer in sweat. Mitch strikes a muscle pose, rolling his biceps up into solid balls the size of grapefruits. Suddenly, Chris snaps, goes ballistic, slamming his balled-up fists into Mitch’s midsection. Shit is getting extra real now as Christopher Bruce, “fuckin’ pissed now,” starts choking big Mitch Colby.

A brutal volley of gut punches, then Chris strips off Mitch’s singlet and starts choking the man with it. Mitch fights back, and one thing we all know about Mitch is that the man fights fire with fire: “Like to play dirty? I can play dirty too.”

Better buckle up, because this ride’s getting crazy fast. Mitch rips Chris’s singlet off and starts feeding it to him for lunch. And hairier things are yet to come, in an all-out sweat-grunt-and-groan brawl that climaxes (amazingly!) with a bearhug competing against a chokehold to determine the ultimate winner. If only one finisher stretches your zipper this year, it will more than likely be this one, and it’s only here for you at BG East.

Joah Bindao vs Damien Rush: Somebody Needs a Whipping

Damien Rush sees himself as one of wrestling’s new bloods. Having broken with the look, style, and credo of online wrestling, he aims to change BG East fans’ concept of the sport. Damien goes for a rough, deliberately “all-American” and “red-blooded” style of wrestling. He’s got the details down pat: hairy chest, college-style singlet, and throaty, aggressive bellowing. We’re different and we’re impressed. He’s butch all right … and hot too.

But Damien’s macho posturing means nothing to Joah Bindao, forever suave with inexhaustible reserves of cool, who has seen this type of brash wannabe come and go over the years. The look is one thing. The attitude is another. But the fight is something else. Perhaps his size advantage over Joah has made Damien over-confident. He thinks the mat room belongs to him now, and grapplers like Joah Bindao belong to the past.

One look at his smooth, chiseled physique proves that Joah is far from obsolete. Taking a serious interest in wrestling and the other martial arts, he has studied capoeira, the South American blend of fight and dance. Inspired by this culture, Joah brings graceful movement and sensual rhythm to his matches, even when facing opponents like Damien who know little or nothing of the tradition or style. Unable to engage in an agile, acrobatic dialogue between capoeiristas, Joah adapts the street moves to the mat room, incorporating acrobatic flourishes and dramatic sweeps into an arsenal of straightforward submission moves which confound and startle trust fund baby Damien.

Still, Joah is a BGE wrestler through and through, unabashedly getting a kick from the eroticism of contests of strength, speed, and skill and giving fans their money’s worth. In his latest opponent, Joah sees what a lot of us see: a sexy butt, a hot hairy chest, big muscle, and a pouty sneer that maybe needs to be wiped off somebody’s face.

Joah Bindao vs Damien Rush: “Now Let’s See You Take Me!”

Damien interrupts his vigorous warmup routine to check his haircut in the mirror. Watching himself as he runs in place, he smiles, full of exuberant self-confidence and delighted by the sexy bounce of his pecs against the straps of his USA singlet. When Joah steps on the mat, Damien objects to the man’s cherry-red vinyl trunks because, he argues, it is he who should be the flashiest thing on the BGE compound. He commands the unruffled Joah to strip off the shiny trunks or else he’ll tear them off for him.

In his usual easygoing and quietly amused manner, Joah ignores the threat and starts the wrestling match he’s being paid for. At first, Damien has no problem controlling the muscular but diminutive Joah. His height, weight, youth, and hairy muscle provide distinct advantages. Trapping Joah in a headlock, he keeps his word, peeling the trunks down Joah’s legs, revealing an impressively bulging pair of briefs in matching red.

Then Joah pulls a nimble reversal, ties the American into a tight pretzel knot, rolls him around the mat for a while, and then lets him go. Damien clambers to his feet, breathing heavily, winded from the 80-mph workout Joah is giving him. He blames his tight singlet for hampering his moves, as if Joah’s speed and unexpected strength have nothing to do with it. He peels the straps down and barks, “Now let’s see you take me!”

Neither wrestler maintains an advantage for long. Joah is too fast and limber for Damien to grab hold of. Damien is too massive and strong for Joah to contain. But as the match progresses, Joah finds more opportunities to catch his bigger opponent off-guard and use his weight and muscle against him. We see more of Joah’s acrobatic style of wrestling, which is an obvious source of frustration for Damien, and in a humiliating pinfall, Joah frees him of the rest of his encumbering singlet.

As the action escalates, the difference between these wrestlers becomes more apparent. Damien’s temper rises, and at one point the American flat-out refuses to pin Joah because he would rather punish him with a rear naked choke and thus prove he is “the bigger, better man.” Joah remains relatively cool, with hardly a hint of exhaustion, but Damien’s fits of fury make the man harder to take down and harder to escape.

This much we can tell you: This battle won’t end till one of the fighters is choked out cold. It’s an all-out collision between two distinct ideas about athletic competition, featuring two BG East wrestlers whose fight styles are never less than electrifying.

Alexi Adamov vs Scott Starr: Age and Treachery versus Youth and Skill

Sporting blue trunks and his severest haircut to date, Alexi Adamov is a knockout. The man is not only one of the hottest wrestlers on the BG East roster but one of the strongest as well. Over the years he has moved from gym-bunny recruit – dismissed by fellow wrestlers as a “doormat” – to rugged warrior intimidated by nobody. Now he’s on every ambitious wrestler’s wish list for future matches. Alexi doesn’t have to bark a lot to garner attention. His physique commands the wrestling ring with quiet confidence.

Warming up before the match, Alexi looks like everybody’s fantasy of a babyface hero, exquisitely well-muscled and boyishly handsome. Beefy pro boy Scott Starr tries to intimidate Alexi with big talk and he-man swagger, trying hard (perhaps too hard) to dismiss the challenge Alexi’s well-hewn muscle represents. Alexi, though, looks more than ready for the challenge in this youth-versus-experience match between the eternally dreamy Adamov and the considerably more ring savvy and slightly older opponent, Scott Starr. The crisis of the match is whether Scott can overcome Alexi’s massive muscle and whether Alexi can do what has to be done to take down an opportunistic sadist and well hung ring veteran like Starr. Both prove to be more than capable antagonists, but the question remains: who can vanquish (and, as it turns out, nearly demolish) the other?

“Been doing this for a while, kid,” Scott boasts, after breaking a test of strength with a knee to Alexi’s midsection. Barely fazed by the blow, Alexi mentions that he noticed a few gray hairs on Scott’s head while the two of them were chest to chest, hands clenched over their shoulders. Lest Alexi underestimate what kind of heel he’s up against, Scott follows one cheap shot with another, raking his fingernails across his opponent’s eyes. Alexi staggers backwards and falls to the mat, temporarily blinded.

These guys have not met before this moment in the ring. Any respect they get from the other will be earned by brute force. Alexi raises his hands, inviting Scott in for another test of strength. As Scott draws near, Alexi rams him in the midsection with his shoulder, driving him backwards to the ropes. Then he pulls the “fucking scumbag” in for a side headlock and drags him down to the mat, Alexi’s biceps grinding the nape of the man’s neck. Yep, Alexi learned a long time ago not to play “nice guy” in the BG East ring.

Alexi Adamov vs Scott Starr: Shit’s Getting Real

Both men may have underestimated each other at first, but the give-and-take action that follows proves that neither is going to back away. “What’s your name?” Alexi taunts, as he grinds Scott’s chest between powerful thighs. He wants Scott to say his name as a kind of tapout signal. “Sandy? Suzy? Am I close?” A little too sure of himself, Alexi lets his opponent wriggle free of the hold and gain the upper hand, wrenching the right arm up behind Alexi’s back. Scott “Super” Starr is not about to let some “cute kid” show him up.

Scott Starr knows all the little nasty moves and pressure points to cause an opponent maximum discomfort. He goes for the fingers, stretching middle and ring fingers out wide. This guy is mean and loves to hurt young punks who don’t know their place, and no tactic is too low so long as it gives him the upper hand. Scott licks his lip to the sound of Alexi’s moans. Alexi scrambles to regain the advantage, but Scott stays right on top of him, choking him against the bottom rope and almost succeeding in knocking him out with a rear choke. “Let me show you what an old man can do!” he says, with cynical delight.

Tempers rise. What starts out as two wrestlers’ kinda feeling each other out turns vicious over time as neither gains a clear edge over the other. After a grueling chinlock cranks out the match’s first submission, the victor doesn’t even let the loser get his face off the mat before renewing the attack. A frenzied and brutal fight follows in the second fall, evening the score and setting up an unforgettable climax.

Alexi has never looked so self-assured as he does in this fight, and few wrestlers have put him through his paces as relentlessly (and sadistically) as Scott does. Alexi, always something of a poker face, exudes confidence and a seductive hint of cruelty in this match. He’s never had an opponent more adept than Scott Starr at rousing his best fight in the ring. The outcome is unpredictable to the last minute, yet nothing about it is out of keeping with what we’ve seen before during this intense and visually stunning match-up. Since the wrestlers, close in tenacity, play their cards exactly right, ultimately the win goes to the guy whom nature (“red in tooth and claw”) has dealt the better hand.

Both men rise to the challenge, concurrently elevating the competitive tension and the audience’s pulse rate. All bets are off as it becomes clear that either man is capable of claiming the ultimate victory. Everything depends on who’s willing to take the fight to the limit. Unpredictable as it is, the outcome of this match is an absolutely perfect conclusion to a hard-on inducing main event. This is great wrestling entertainment most of all because it’s great WRESTLING, and nobody but nobody delivers the real shit like BG East!

Jobe Zander vs Dick Rick: The Big Dick versus The Big Centerpiece

“They told me I was working someone named … Dick Rick.” “They got that right.” “What the hell was your mom thinking when she named you ‘Richard Rick’?” With affected patience, Dick Rick explains that “Rick” is his name, but “Dick” is a “title.” Jobe frees his sunglasses from the waistband of his tights, as if he needs his shades to process this information: “All right, well, your mama named you that, but, you know, the GODS named me ‘The Dick.’” His hands sweep down to the turkey-leg bulge at his crotch for validation.

The gods may, indeed, have named Jobe Zander “The Dick,” because nobody we know of is as vicious, insensitive, and so totally wrapped up in himself as he. Well, except for maybe Dick Rick. The chance to pit these two brutal narcissists against each other in the ring was, quite frankly, irresistible. A showdown over outstanding accomplishments in total dickery was just too damned titillatingly tempting and too terribly tasty, and we at BG East, to cite the great Oscar Wilde, “can resist everything but temptation.”

The bell sounds for the start of the match. Dick offers his hand to Jobe in an ostentatious show of good sportsmanship. He even claims, with grandiloquent self-effacement, to understand how his mere presence might be construed as an unintended insult to The Centerpiece and humbly offers to excuse himself from the match. Like two prima donna sopranos in the same spotlight, can two world-class dicks share the same wrestling ring?

But Dick is not halfway through the ropes when Jobe, true to form, attacks him from behind. He hurls the handsome hunk to the corner for a furious stompdown, followed by a gasping, choking, deep-tissue throat-massage against the top rope! Jobe promises Dick he’ll be “pissing blood” before he’s done with him as the violence to the primped and polished body-beautiful escalates. Then, after three speedy two-counts in succession fail to provide an easy pinfall win, Jobe starts getting really testy! He goes for the low blow … twice … which is enough to fire Rick up for a serious retaliation. In case there was any doubt that Dick Rick was only pretending to be nice earlier, the spine-busting savagery of his payback speaks for itself … and gives us exactly what we were hoping for.

Jobe Zander vs Dick Rick: “It’s You. It’s Me. That’s It!”

When Jobe, caught in a crushing bodyscissors, screams, “I can’t breathe!” Dick responds with an enthusiastic “Good!” You have to hand it to Zander, though; when he suffers, he suffers big: Greek-tragedy big, Italian-funeral big, unremembered-anniversary BIG. Dick has to find agony on such an epic scale deeply and richly satisfying, especially after the hell he has just survived (barely). At this point he’ll settle for nothing less than a long, tormenting choke, or a screech-inducing clutch, or a set of boot stomps to the gut.

As Dick Rick poses for his own – and our – delectation and contemplates his next assault on The Centerpiece, Jobe rolls under the bottom rope to the arena floor to escape. “Not that easy,” Dick says as he steps down to fetch him. He winds Jobe’s arms into the top and middle ropes and uses him as a punching bag, rearing back a couple of steps to raise the momentum of his fist. Jobe hangs there like wet laundry, shrieking wet laundry, while Dick mercilessly contrives to finish the guy’s career at BG East once and for all.

This is just the beginning. Jobe is trapped with his dick hanging out (literally), pleading for someone to save him. “There’s nobody,” Dick tells him, with grim satisfaction. “There is … nobody. It’s you. It’s me. That’s it. That’s it!” When Jobe finally says “I quit,” both wrestlers’ chests are heaving as they gulp down air, but Dick is not finished with The Centerpiece yet, not by a long shot. From the looks of things, Dick doesn’t want Jobe Zander to quit, he wants him, to cite the great Auric Goldfinger, “to die.”

This is brutal action that punches every sado-erotic button there is, and punches it HARD. At the sweat-drenched coup de grĂ¢ce on the ungiving floor at ringside, it’s both easy and impossible to imagine these two are truly finished with each other. And yet on it goes, sweaty and sexy, unrelenting and merciless, totally absorbing and riotously riveting action from two very savvy and sexy ring practitioners. One-on-one action is seldom this intense and chaotic. The pain, the humiliation, the rage, the savagery, Dick Rick-versus-Jobe Zander has it all! Enjoy, you sick bastards, enjoy! Over and over again, you will enjoy!

Exavier vs Paul Hudson: Shoulder to the Grindstone

Exavier’s got the size advantage and the big muscle, but Hudson’s a raging demon in the ring, a hard-gravel fighter for whom the phrase “I like to hurt people” might have been invented. While Exavier is rash, impetuous, and vain, Paul is scientific, strategic, and hellbent on destruction. He is a highly skilled and instinctual mat grappler, perhaps the most accomplished of many former amateurs on the BG Roster. For Paul, half the battle will be to keep Exavier flat on the ground where he can exact the most productive punishment.

Though he too clearly knows his way around the mat, Exavier’s always on the lookout for the easy win, the quick count, and the best camera angle to highlight his classic Roman profile. He goes big and bold, much to his opponent’s chagrin. These wrestlers disliked each other the moment they first met at the BGE compound, so naturally we couldn’t wait to put them in the squared circle together and watch the fireworks happen. And DO they!

On his feet, Exavier relies on his weight and size advantage. He storms into Paul like a runaway locomotive. But speed is Paul’s ace card, letting Exavier brain himself against the ring post once or twice before dragging him down to his knees for a grinding side headlock. Most of us think of Exavier as a big talker who bullies his opponents with a barrage of insults and threats, but Paul doesn’t give him much opportunity to speechify in this contest. His quicksilver moves keep his opponent (and us) breathless from the beginning. The blond live wire takes the first fall with a punishing straight armbar you can feel through your TV, clenching Exavier’s left shoulder between his thighs, legs across the neck and chest to fasten the big guy to the mat. Paul immediately follows up the win with a jackhammer assault on Exavier’s weakened left arm, driving his knees to the elbow and then cranking the arm up straight and tight behind the man’s back.

The big talker is reduced to panicked gasps and gibberish. Then Paul pulls him to his feet to ram shoulder to shoulder with such ferocity that we half expect him to crack Exavier’s humerus in two. Paul Hudson delivers a university-level course in how to destroy an opponent by targeting a single body part, relentlessly and maliciously.

Exavier vs Paul Hudson: Collision Course

Stay alert, gentlemen, because anything can happen in this battle. In a sudden turnaround, Exavier takes the second fall, in an impressive demonstration of not only the man’s ability to survive Hudson’s preceding assault but also his tactical prowess as a submission – as well as pro wrestler. He does to Paul’s left leg exactly what Paul did to his left arm, and even after Paul submits and the bell sounds, Exavier continues the concentrated, vicious attack on the leg. Paul is methodical; Exavier is maniacal.

“It’s just the beginning,” the big guy taunts, as Paul yelps and clutches his throbbing leg. Fully confident in his abilities and luck at this point, Exavier exults in Paul’s seemingly helpless quivering, yet Exavier’s words will soon come back to haunt him, because the hard-fought first and second falls are but a prelude to the rest of this rock ‘em, sock ‘em match, in which the outcomes are never certain and neither man is totally assured of victory … or, for that matter, survival. These guys put on a clinic in brutal wrestling.

Now both wrestlers must fight with seriously damaged limbs, so each assault causes almost as much pain for the attacker as for the victim. Wrestling fans know this situation makes for the most intense drama in wrestling, and we are in the hands of a couple of pros here who know how to escalate the drama and agony to dizzying heights. But we’re not talking about clowning around and striking poses. These dudes WRESTLE, and 100% of the action is these guys’ throwing it ALL down on the mat. They endure whatever pain is necessary to ensure that their opponent suffers even more than they do.

The advantage switches from back and forth, from man to man, inside and outside the ring, and with each turn of events the fight’s savagery swells, threatening to consume both combatants until a backbreaking, jaw-busting finisher, totally unforeseeable, decides the day. Exavier and Hudson may not have the ripped bodies or the prettyboy faces of some of our more popular fan favorites but what they DO have is tenacity and talent, which they demonstrate in this explosive match in spades! Often underestimated by fans and armchair-promoter bloggers, Paul Hudson and Exavier bring a seldom-rivaled, wildly exciting fireworks to Ringwars 22. This is one match you will never forget!

Caleb Brand vs Donnie Drake: Blond Versus Brunet

Many BG East fans crave blond-on-brunet action in the ring, and the more brutal the better! This one’s a doozy, with two big, experienced pros squaring off, itching to give each other a good, old-fashioned bruising. Longtime fans should be familiar with both wrestlers. Square-jawed Donnie Drake, with the dark club-kid haircut, is first in the ring, still stretching his beefy muscle when shaggy blond Caleb Brand, fuming as usual, storms through the ropes to join him. Caleb promises Donnie a good, hard thrashing, to which threat Donnie smirks and responds lackadaisically, “We’ll see about that.”

The two bound towards each other, locking up, classic collar and elbow, hands at the base of the others’ skull. Donnie snapmares Caleb to the mat, promising the golden-locked hothead all the fight he can handle. Seconds later, Caleb evens the score, and only a minute or two into the first fall, already it’s a great day for fans of give-and-take mat action, served up by two well-trained and experienced ring pros.

Their fists cocked in front of their chests, the two men circle each other warily. Typically, Caleb likes to bust rookie butt, small fries compared to him, just one indication of the type of cold, hard, and sometimes cowardly character this man is. Think back on his demolition of greenhorns like Shannon Embry, Gavin Keys, and Velvet Revolver, ambitious youngsters that Caleb sent limping home to their mamas, some never to show their pretty faces in the BGE ring again. Caleb’s not always the villain, but even when he’s purportedly the hero, it’s a safe bet that his opponent will be pissing blood after the match.

Donnie is a different story. Caleb may have a slight edge in overall experience, but it is only slight. As Donnie has proved in repeated no-holds-barred contests in the past (including two very popular Wrestler Spotlight videos of his own), this guy needs no encouragement to go ruthless and dirty to even the score against a dirtier fighter, and if Caleb is already aware of that fact, he must want to give Drake all the encouragement he can when he swipes at Donnie’s hamstrings with the heels of his boots.

Donnie is no stranger to cheap shots either, and though he is the bigger of the two, he and Caleb make for a very even match. Caleb dismisses the reality TV star as a “flash in the pan,” already in the final seconds of his fifteen minutes of fame. His mistreatment of Drake is tasty, partly for its own sake, because Caleb is a maestro of physical abuse, delivered with a headsman’s deadpan work ethic, and partly for its promise of comeuppance as a fired-up Donnie Drake demands payback.

Caleb Brand vs Donnie Drake: I’m Not a Dirty Guy!” – Uh huh, Right!

Caleb gets boners off his own capacity for cruelty, and he gets even more wound up against somebody who can take it and dish it back up … so long as he’s winning. Getting a big, hot-blooded pro grappler like Drake to submit, now that’s a victory! Brand may think Donnie is a “flash in the pan,” but Donnie’s no quitter, and his capacity for rallying, after what would most certainly be a finisher for most wrestlers, is just as astounding as Caleb’s capacity for inventing and carrying out new forms of bodily abuse.

You have to admire this blond heel’s eye for detail. At one point he’s got Donnie by the toe of his boot. He twists it, twists it maniacally, and Donnie thrashes, at the mercy of his body’s involuntary motor responses. Donnie tries to counter with a high kick that misses the side of Caleb’s head by an inch. When Donnie succeeds at turning the tables on Caleb, pulling him up by his golden curls to deliver the thrashing this heel deserves, Caleb flees to the ropes, clinging to them while signaling for a timeout. Caleb begs Donnie to shake hands in a sportsmanlike gesture of respect. “I’m not a dirty guy,” he assures him as Donnie looks skeptical about the proposed handshake … and for good reason!

Sensing now that Donnie is no inexperienced upstart, Caleb determines to weaken him with a series of hard side kicks capable of not just stopping his opponent in his tracks but hobbling him, and he completes a rigorous first fall with a spectacular finisher that looks crippling … and gravitationally impossible. Encouraged by his first-fall victory and a quick and nasty followup that ends fall 2, Caleb gets cocky. There has to be a chapter in The Heel Handbook that requires bad-asses to overstep themselves from time to time.

Caleb has Donnie locked in a crushing bearhug that looks like a surefire game-ender, but then, unexpectedly, Donnie elbow-slams his way free and reverses. It’s hard to say when it’s safe to count either of these guys out. Having demolished his opponent at what appears to be the end of the match, Caleb exits the ring and strides to the door. But Donnie, only half conscious at this point, calls out, his words slurring, “Where do you think you’re going? We’re not done yet. Get back here.” Caleb stops dead in his tracks. Smelling the chance to up the brutality even further, he reenters the ring. Big mistake? Our lips are sealed, but you will definitely want to see the way this one ends. A sleeper? A piledriver? A surfboard submission? Or all of the above? As we said, our lips are sealed.

The big finish is everything you might hope for. We won’t spoil the surprise, but suffice it to say – you’ll get a big rise out of the big finale! Spectacular, even startling performances from two of the very best in the business. “Ring Match Of The Year”, anyone?

Austin Cooper vs Leo Tomasi: The New Guy versus the Divided Psyche

Austin Cooper has been flirting with his inner sadist since long before his well-documented heel turn in Demolition 16. Like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, Austin’s dalliances with the dark side are erratic, and we honestly don’t know who’s going to show up when he’s scheduled for a match these days. Will it be the blond, bronzed golden boy in red, white and blue who charmed the pants off of countless BG East fans with his bouncing pecs and upright sincerity? Or will it be the devastatingly beautiful bruiser in a black leather vest, who possesses an unwavering disdain for common decency and a growing appetite for delivering soul-crushing degradation by any means necessary and otherwise?

Even Austin appears unable to predict who will show up on any given day, the saint or the sinner. Fans are vehemently divided as well, passionately pleading for more of the particular incarnation of Austin Cooper that they prefer. If we could somehow book a match between Austin-the-babyface-champ and Austin-the-angel-of-darkness, perhaps we could settle once and for all which half of this hunk’s dangerously divided psyche is destined to determine the future career of one of our hottest and most talented wrestlers.

Handsome new recruit Leo Tomasi specifically asked for the opportunity to “learn from the best,” as he put it, and by “the best” he meant one of his personal heroes, Austin Cooper. Lovely, lean Leo strikes a stunning figure, with his ripped abs and shock of curly brown hair. Wearing blue and white trunks and sporting a sexy scruff about the face, the rookie is visibly anxious as he awaits his opponent’s arrival. He stretches out that long, limber body. He burns off nervous energy with jumping jacks and sprints across the ring. Long on ambition and short on wrestling experience, courageous, young Leo knows he’s got plenty to learn, and he’s eager, scared, and horny as fuck to begin his education!

DING, DING, DING! The bell rings loudly, interrupting Leo’s pre-match calisthenics. The Austin Cooper that enters is ominously dressed in shimmering metallic briefs, more undergear than pro trunks. A black leather vest, dark sunglasses, and curled upper lip demonstrate which side of the bed our veteran hunk rolled out of this morning. “Who are you?” Austin asks, shaking his head dismissively at the rookie’s frenetic pre-match activity.

“I’m the new guy,” Leo replies with a confident nod. With a evil glint in his eye, Austin invites the cute, sexy rookie to take another sprint off the ropes to get a feel for the ring. When Leo comes bouncing off of the ropes, big, buff Austin nearly decapitates the kid with a vicious clothesline. “Yeah, you ARE the new guy!” Austin smirks.

Austin Cooper vs Leo Tomasi: Blood, Sweat and Tears: The Doctor is In

This fiendish iteration of Austin Cooper wastes no time in unleashing a merciless onslaught of bad-ass brutality all over ill-prepared Leo Tomasi. A breath-stealing, reverse bearhug showcases the new blood’s impressive bulge before Austin flings him face first into the nearest turnbuckle. Whips from corner to corner punctuate wave after wave of gut punching, chest stomping, and maniacal chokes to the already defenseless rookie.

“I heard you were here to learn from the best,” Austin snarls, dragging the battered young buck up by his hair. “Nope! You’re here to wrestle!” An over-the-knee backbreaker shows off the rookie’s bulge, even as poor Leo quivers in agony with Austin’s elbow digging deep into the young stud’s ripped abs. “Want help up?” Austin offers, only to hang him upside down in the tree of woe. Earnest, young Leo’s grunts and groans crescendo into terrified screams of agony, which do nothing but tickle his villainous tormentor. “You see that?” Austin demands, flexing his mammoth bicep in the lean rookie’s dazed face.

A barrage of bearhugs and bodyslams turn the hot rookie into little more than a pool of sweat and battered muscle. When Austin nearly rips his head off in a spine-stretching camel clutch, Leo is mid-scream when the arena lights go black. Literally, Austin’s dark side has somehow, momentarily sucked the very light from the room! Seconds later, when the lights flash back on, Austin’s handsome face is sporting a malevolent smile as he cranks even harder on Leo’s back. “All my strength and power turned out the lights!” the heel crows. “I’ve just got pure energy there. I bet your life just flashed before your eyes!”

If Leo’s life didn’t flash before his eyes then, it almost certainly does later as tropical storm Austin continues to bear down on the hapless rookie. After smashing Leo’s handsome face into the mat repeatedly, Austin notices that he’s opened up a nosebleed in the defenseless opponent. “I made this sucker bleed!” Austin laughs as blood pools out of Leo’s nostrils. To staunch the flow, the heinous heel scoops him up and once again hangs him upended in the corner. “We’ve got to invert you to stop that bloody nose!” Austin smirks, dragging him up by his hair and repeatedly dropping his head back to the mat. “If I cut off all the blood to your head, you probably shouldn’t bleed anymore,” Austin chuckles, snapping his gargantuan legs around the rookie’s cranium and making Leo’s bloody face disappear between his incredibly thick thighs. “Just call me Dr. Cooper, helping you re-’coop’-erate!”

Some fans will be thrilled to see how whole-heartedly Austin lets his dark side come out and play in this darkest yet glimpse of the golden boy’s aptitude for villainy. Fans of cocky, dominating muscle will be simply ecstatic with Austin’s luxurious flexing and gratuitous displays of overwhelming power. And if you like to see fresh meat ground to a pulp (and we know you do), Leo Tomasi’s journey into hell will leave you absolutely delirious. This must-see match delves deep into the shadows of Austin Cooper’s twisted psyche, as he takes Leo Tomasi (and us) places we never expected to see him go.