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Tim Messina vs Lorenzo ‘Jake’ Lowe

Indy Pro Meets Jungle Boy

Tim Messina is sick and tired of being brutalized by big, vicious bruisers twice his size. He has a point. No one denies that Tim is seriously dangerous, possessing indy experience, surprising strength and incredible endurance which make him one of our toughest pros. But he has gone down hard to a couple of big, mean heels who have simply outmuscled him and then pounded him mercilessly. Pound for pound, going against an opponent his own size, Tim is adamantly confident he can put his first notch in the victory column.

So perhaps he can be forgiven for that smirk on his face when he sees Lorenzo “Jake” Lowe come climbing over the rail of The Gazebo in a jungle cat loincloth looking like a feral youth. Jake is one of our smallest wrestlers, true. He is also one of our most fearless and successful grapplers. Within 30 seconds of locking up, he steals that smirk from Tim’s face by instantly and totally controlling the stunned pro, chaining together one incredibly sexy and crippling hold after another until Tim is little more than a human twist tie. That seductively sexy leopard print loincloth flaps and flutters, repeatedly revealing Jake’s very enticing bare butt and massively packaged pouch bouncing beneath.

Jake maintains a provocative figure-4 headscissors, spinning gracefully to his stomach, crushing Tim’s face deep into Jake’s thonged fan-favorite butt. He’s an anaconda, wrapping his stunned opponent up tight and stealing the very breath from his lungs. He literally has the frustrated indy pro wrestler begging for mercy. It’s also the type of moment, of pure satisfaction and total male dominance, which also takes the breath away from the victorious aggressor as Jake exults in the success of his submission mastery.

But Tim knows how to stop an opponent’s momentum in its tracks. He doesn’t just grab Jake’s balls, he squeezes them, two-fisted, until the choking and gasping jungle boy falls in shock to his back like a felled tree with his opponent still attached to his sac. Tim’s confident Boston crab wrenches Jake’s lower back at a sickening angle, the jungle boy’s pendulous package flopping impotently in the pro’s clutches. All those beatings, all that humiliation Tim has sucked down turns viciously on his lightweight opponent as he pins Jake against a gazebo post and goes berserk on the jungle boy’s gut. Once-invincible Jake gets bent over the railing and spanked like the naughty boy he is.

However, don’t count out either of these two determined grapplers too soon. There is a depth to their vicious determination to be victorious that we have not seen from either of them before. The outcome is in question until one smirking hunk finally and decisively subdues his opponent in a small package, excitedly grinding his crotch in the loser’s face for an unambiguously erotic 10-count pin. All of the battered egos and spanked asses devolve into full contact liplocks revealing once and for all what truly lies beneath these wrestlers’ fiercely competitive spirits. Sexy gear, sexy bodies, masterful wrestling.

Kid Karisma vs Zach Reno

Obey and Suffer

Sexy Zach Reno set off somewhat of a seismic reaction when he made his BG East debut. Fans and wrestlers alike couldn’t stop talking about the rookie’s hard body and curly locks which give the handsome young hunk more than a passing resemblance to Michelangelo’s David. There was no shortage of wrestlers eager to get their hands on this sculpted boy, but it was of course Kid Karisma who didn’t bother waiting his turn. He simply ambushed Zach when the hot, hairy hunk was working out in between sanctioned matches.

“Look at the cave man in here!” Kid Karisma laughs mockingly upon finding the hot young work of art with a hairy torso, shaggy beard, and unruly mop of long curly hair as the hunk does stomach crunches in The Gazebo. Kid Karisma strikes a stunning contrast with the hirsute rookie. Pale and smooth as sculpted marble, he is in peak physical condition. His multi-award winning ass is a work of art all on its own, stretching the tolerances of his turquoise trunks defiantly. The indy star’s shiny purple pro trunks make for some colorful viewing – and for some easy grabbing for the tit-for-tat wedgie war which ensues later!

“Why do you gotta be in here mouthing off when I’m doing my crunches, bro? They told me I could have the gazebo to myself for a while” Zach growls at the interruption. Kid Karisma dismisses the rookie’s fitness out of hand, showing off his own sculpted physique instead. In an instant, the veteran heel goes on attack, controlling the flat footed rookie in a neck wrenching full nelson. Zach’s hot, hairy torso writhes. His mop of hair falls across his face. He moans in primal protest of being immediately and effortlessly subdued.

The veteran heel manhandles and manipulates the rookie and new fan favorite, prying him apart piece by piece and studying every bulge and crevice of the hot young cave man. An inverted, reverse bearhug enables Kid Karisma to take a long, lingering look at Zach’s quivering package. He parades the raw rookie humiliatingly around The Gazebo, bending his body to his will and demonstrating his complete mastery of the muscled freshman’s acclaimed physique. Another pro boy gets a eye-opening lesson in BG-style action as Kid K asserts his increasingly deadly dominance!

There’s no mistaking the carnal pleasure Kid Karisma experiences as he takes full possession of his writhing opponent. The vicious heel slowly winds his fingers through those long, unruly locks, repeatedly dragging the suffering stud up by his hair, his screams echoing across Lake BG East. Bearhugs are little more than excuses to grind his crotch hard against Zach’s suffering ass. Trapping Zach’s hairy head between his massive, alabaster thighs, Kid Karisma demands that the vaunted hunk feel the power of his quads crushing his skull. Kneeling at the heel’s feet, stuck but good in a totally humiliating standing headscissors, Zach has only two options, obey or suffer more.

Strike that. Kid Karisma gives him just one option. Obey AND suffer more. Both battlers treat fans to mouthwatering wedgies even as Zach’s sizzling body goes limp in Kid Karisma’s suffocating “kiss of death.” It’s hard to say which is sexier, Zach’s body writhing in agony or his slack muscles completely subdued and unconscious beneath Kid Karisma’s humiliating crotch pin – or Kid K’s award-winning glorious glutes. We are certain that this match will set off all new seismic reactions in the hearts and crotches of wrestling fans everywhere! Here’s a hot match to cure you of the winter doldrums!

Jonny Firestorm vs Christopher Bruce

Star Struck and Striking Back

Knowing the direction Jonny Firestorm’s career has taken, it is astonishing to look back at his early days at BG East and hear him gush at the sight of his “childhood idol” Christopher Bruce and say “I’ve tried to model my entire career after you!” The intervening years have demonstrated that there may be two no more dissimilar wrestling careers. Jonny has aptly earned the title of resident reigning heel, breaking balls, crushing egos, and grinding opponents into submission with sadistic zeal. Christopher, on the other hand, has been one of the most popular muscle jobbers ever, proving repeatedly that fans and opponents alike are never tired of seeing his magnificent physique battered and humiliated. But years ago, when they first met, Jonny was simply star struck and earnestly begging for a autograph on a hot beefcake photo of his long-time hero.

When the mutual appreciation and pose off are completed, Christopher literally picks Jonny up and catapults him across the ring. Jonny is not only far less experienced at this point in his career, but at the leanest he’s ever been, he gives away 35 pounds of sculpted muscle mass to his opponent. Persistently Jonny springs back into the fray and is quickly scooped up into one spine numbing body slam after another. “Slow down!” Christopher advises his overeager young fan. “I don’t want to have to do that again to you.”

But Jonny does not know the meaning of the words “slow down,” and mindlessly compelled to impress his childhood idol, he flings his body senselessly at the calculating muscle man. The veteran pounds him in an over-the-knee backbreaker, flings him corner to corner, and presses him straight armed over head before driving Jonny’s back crashing into the mat. Suddenly the muscled veteran scoops his would-be protege up into his arms, suspending Jonny in an inverted bearhug and giving Christopher an intimately up close view of just how excited Jonny is to grapple with his hero. Completely outmuscled, Jonny humiliatingly submits to his childhood idol. Talk about being “star struck!”

Chris is full of sage advice for his struggling young protege right up until the time Jonny lands a vicious right hook right up into Christopher’s low hanging balls! It turns out our young Jonny is not so eager to model his career after the notoriously straight-laced muscle jobber after all. Shocked, we know! Chris is more than accustomed to weathering dirty tricks, however, and the full throttle battle to determine whether Jonny can vanquish his hero teeters back and forth in a contest of sexy strength versus cute cunning.

The young heel rising deals out every dirty trick to bring the beautiful muscleman to his knees, but Christopher is intimately familiar with every broken rule in the book. From fan lust to blood lust, their mutual appreciation sours into bruised egos and brutalized bodies. Not a corner of the ring or an inch of their bodies is left untouched, until the final, decisive DDT determines which fed up wrestler gets the respect he deserves, the seasoned hero hunk or his ambitious, “star struck” fan. Spectacular! A contender for Best of 2015???

Cameron Matthews vs Blaine Janus

The King of Underground Wrestling?

Cameron Matthews is admired in all corners of the online wrestling community, but over the past decade he has carved a very special niche for himself here at BG East. Eli Black, Charlie Panther, Aryx Quinn, Dick Rick, and Brad Rochelle count among his most notable opponents. He has wrestled in the ring, on the mat, solo, and in partnership with Paul Hudson and Caleb Brand. In the Babyface Brawl series, in which he took on Austin Cooper and Alexi Adamov, Cam redefined the role of “babyface,” stripping it of the erroneous connotation of novice, poser, or eternal jobber. In Barefoot Babyfaces, he pushes the gimmick further up several notches in a grand, one-of-a-kind battle against blue-eyed Canadian Blaine Janus, whose homoeroticized style of combat has steamed up our camera lenses since his auspicious debut in Wrestleshack 11.

“Push me again, and it’s gonna be on!” Cameron threatens, rebuffing Blaine’s predatory advances. But guess who keeps on pushing? And, yes! it’s ON! There follows an onslaught of body slams, thigh stretches, and head scissors. In singlets but barefooted, Blaine and Cam stay clear of the ropes at first, keeping the action close to the mat, with textbook holds very near to what you see at a high-school or college meet. Blaine injects a raunchy edge to everything, even (especially) the schoolboy pin. Cam attempts, with varying degrees of effort and varying results, to keep strictly to the straight and narrow rules of sport. Gradually they bring in some pro moves, especially when the guys decide it’s time to peel down the tops of their singlets … and eventually tug them completely off.

Blaine is far tougher competition than Cameron was expecting. This may well be the most strenuous workout Cameron has experienced at BG East. “Feisty!” Cameron says appreciatively. “Just the way I like my victims.” Blaine looks like anything but a victim. Nimbly escaping a choke out, the Canadian goes for claw holds on his opponent’s pecs and abs. Totally caught by surprise, Cameron submits, but Blaine won’t let him go till he has had his fill of quivering muscle at his fingertips. The wrestlers trade hard unpulled punches to the abs in a test of physical endurance and will power. Blaine shoves Cameron against the turnbuckle for some closeup punishment, but Cameron quickly reverses and repays blow for blow.

Cameron, the self-proclaimed “king,” proposes a test of strength. Again, the wrestlers put their heart and soul into it, clasping fingers and bumping chests with the force of rams butting heads. This may be the steamiest test of strength we have seen. The slick, sweaty bodies writhe and press in to each other, shoulder and back muscles flexing and jolting on impact. Then the action moves to the ropes, where Cam and Blaine create pretty much the perfect amalgam of mat grappling intensity and ring wrestling excitement. In a fierce skirmish, Blaine rips of Cameron’s baby-blue singlet and chokes him with it, bearing down on him and pounding his hips down on Cam’s. Cameron then reverses, garroting Blaine with the singlet, spitting out the merciless words, “Squirm, little bitch!”

After Cameron strips Blaine of his singlet, the match turns into a sexed-up tug of war. Ball-twisting like you have never seen! And our camera pulls in tight on the sweaty agony and emasculating humiliations you can almost feel for yourself. At one point Janus holds Matthews down with a bare foot to the face. The action is give and take till the victor binds the loser to a ring post and exacts the ultimate submission, with a final fade-to-black you may never forget!

Out of the Nut House and into the Arena

Aspiring heel ‘Mad Mykel’ wears wrestling trunks with leather suspenders (or braces) for a lederhosen effect, and hears the imaginary cheers of his imaginary fans! All while entering the empty arena by himself. This rangy barefoot newcomer may well be the Dandy Mott of wrestling, an over-the-top combination of affected mannerisms and psychopathic tendencies. Mykel may be a prime example of what happens when permissive parents fail to set appropriate boundaries for their offspring. In his head, he’s the idol of thousands crowding the stadium at Madison Square Garden. He smells the smoke of the fireworks. He hears the sideline chants. He sees the room keys and panties being tossed to him over the ropes. Though totally disconnected from reality, Mad Mykel poses a genuine threat to up-and-coming babyface Richie Douglas. He brings “crazy” to a new level.

“Ready for some action? My fans are!” Mykel manically gestures towards an unseeable point in the distance. Richie quizzically shakes his head, looking over at the lone cameraman for a suggestion about what to do with this raving lunatic. Mykel insists on making up his own rules. He tells Richie, “If I submit you, you have to let me pin you. If I pin you, you have to let me submit you.” Then he spits on the palm of his hand, expecting Richie to shake on the deal. He shouts at the nonexistent ref, demanding that Richie be frisked before the match begins. When the ref unsurprisingly does nothing, Mykel insists on frisking Richie himself. He pats the smooth, lean muscle as if searching for foreign objects. Then he slams his forearm up against Richie’s balls!

Mad Mykel gleefully torments his smaller opponent till Richie gets the upper hand on him. When Mykel rushes in to smash him against the corner ropes, Richie ducks out of harm’s way and returns with a forearm smash to the side of the face. Then he monkey flips the nutcase to the center of the ring. “Where’s your fans now?” asks Richie, seconds before submitting Mykel with an impressively executed bridging double chicken wing. After the good-looking babyface owns him with humiliating ease, Mykel has a hissy fit, punching the canvas angrily and screeching, “Now the FANS are going to be DISAPPOINTED because of YOU!” Richie doesn’t wait for him to finish his tantrum. He scissors Mykel’s head between his sinewy thighs, squeezing it with crushing force. Mykel rises to his feet, lifting Richie’s full weight with him like some weird but incredibly sexy headpiece. Mykel shakes his attacker loose and beats him up against the turnbuckle.

This oddball contest is sure to please fans of the bizarre, but it also showcases some fine wrestling. Nelsons, scissors, snapmares, clutches, stretches, claws, locks, chokes, and a climactic sleeper give muscle to this fight. Richie Douglas is shaping up into a terrific battler, with moves as impressive as the bulge stretching the front of his clingy yellow trunks. Mad Mykel is exactly the kind of whining and delusional villain we want to see Richie kick the shit out of, if he can, but with the unheard roar of his fans spurring him on to victory, there may be no stopping the lunatic!

Jake Jenkins vs Morgan Cruise

Barefoot Beauty and the Booted Beast — in the Squared Circle

Many think Jake Jenkins is the best babyface on the wrestling scene today, mainstream or underground: fully capable of winning almost any match he’s in, yet absolutely compelling in pain and humiliation, too. Like any heel worth his salt, Morgan Cruise has long wanted a crack at the young man the fans see as sexy, enigmatic yet boy-next-door relatable. What better matchup to launch Barefoot Babyfaces, BG East’s newest series, than the macho poser “The Mastodon” taking on the fan-favored golden boy! Morgan literally cannot wait to get at the ripped morsel, grabbing Jake’s bare feet from outside of the ring and pulling them out from under him. Jake lands hard on that lovely face of his, and in seconds Morgan is smashing the small of his back with the heel of his big boot. It’s a major mismatch, at least on paper.

Whether choking Jake on the bottom rope, his kneecap digging into the nape of the babyface’s neck, or delivering one stiff chop after another across the young stud’s mouth, Morgan never betrays even a hint of normal human emotion, delivering every taunt and declaring every malicious intent in the same sinister monotone. It’s enough to make you stand up and cheer when Jake, after taking a couple of minutes of Morgan’s unconscionable abuse, lands a high sweeping kick to the side of the villain’s face, dropping him to his knees. Morgan is barely back on his feet when Jake flattens him again with an impeccable head-scissors takedown. A spinning mule kick to the chest plops The Mastodon on his butt, and a dropkick thrusts him into the ropes. A deftly executed hurricanrana puts Morgan down for the three count. All this action tucked neatly into just 35 breathtaking seconds!

Not liking the feeling of his masculinity being challenged or his balls shrinking down to the size of peas, Morgan strikes back with vicious intensity. Morgan’s clothesline swats Jake down to the mat. The heel pulls Jake up by his shaggy brown hair and bashes his forehead to the turnbuckle. “How dare you!” Morgan is seething as he yanks our hero up by a fistful of hair, threatening to “rearrange that pretty face … bit … by bit.” And it’s Jenkins’ boyish face that Morgan zeroes in on, with a knee jab to the eye socket that leaves Jake writhing on the mat. But scrapper that he is, Jenks isn’t going down without a fight, getting as low and dirty as it takes to pay the self-proclaimed Mastodon back.

Buckle up for some of the dirtiest fighting we at BG East have seen in a long, long while … and all the body slams, stomps, double-fisted sledgehammers, chokes, claw holds, piledrivers, bear hugs, and other bodily insults that can possibly be squeezed into 29 minutes! This is definitely NOT the one-sided beatdown that Morgan hoped for when he signed on the dotted line. No one gets out of this ring unscathed, as the barefoot hero comes up against the classic cheating villain. The fury bubbles over as we near the savage knockout that ends this match with astounding suddenness!

Archer vs Leo Tomasi

Something to Prove: Two Rookies on their Second Matches!

In keeping with the theme of rookies looking for one more chance to prove themselves, this match is a slam dunk. For both wrestlers this is only their second time in at BG East, and both of these aspiring newcomers lost in their first – and thus far only – matches. Archer showcased some impressive skills, strength, endurance and his killer physique when he squared off with Jakeno Enzi on Undagear 22, but in the end the gym aficionado just couldn’t quite overcome the bigger MMA toughguy and was left KO’ed on the mat.

Leo Tomasi’s debut, on the other hand, was more or less impressive, depending on how you look at it. Despite his experience and conditioned physique, Leo barely lifted a finger against his opponent the entire match. This makes a lot more sense, however, when you recall it was none other than BG East’s resident Dr. Jekyll-turned-Mr. Hyde, Austin Cooper, who initiated Leo into this world of BG East wrestling in a scorching trial-by-fire. What was impressive about that Jobberpaloozer 13 match is that Tomasi even managed to walk away at all! Nearly decapitated by a clothesline in the opening seconds, he was fading in and out of consciousness and literally bleeding onto the mat as nasty “Dr. Hyde” Cooper experimented with the limits of human anatomy. But like Archer, Leo has a lot of heart and he’s back to show what he can do when matched up against someone a little less experience. Someone he can fight fair and square on the mats.

True to his athletic background, Archer is ready and waiting, pumped in the Florida mat room, for Leo, stretching those practiced muscles in preparation for what he’s sure will be an easy win this time. When Leo makes his entrance, Archer doesn’t even pretend to be impressed. “Seriously, this is it?” he looks the lean, lithe Leo up and down. “This is enough,” is all Leo offers in response to the bigger man’s posturing.

He may have to rethink that statement though, as these two men begin to circle Archer dives in fast and goes for a big bear hug. As he cinches in his powerful arms and Leo screams, his smiling opponent he hefts the helpless stud high off the mat. Will this be another complete beat-down of the smaller newcomer?

Archer vs Leo Tomasi

Never Say Die! “I submit!”

The MMA fighter has learned a thing or two about using a size advantage to wear down a smaller opponent. But now he uses a classic pro move as Leo hangs, suspended in mid-air in a bear hug as Archer tightens his grip and feels the ripped wrestler writhing. He is enjoying the power he has now. Leo struggles but can’t break free, only able to suffer until he’s thrown to the mat. Leo knows he needs a plan to neutralize Archer’s strength, and as his opponent closes in for the kill, Leo’s struggling manages to knock the big man off his feet and quickly climb on top.

Leo then desperately goes to work on that hardened musclebody, first with a series of scissors to steal away Archer’s first wind. The fighter doesn’t stay down easy though, and is used to punching battles, and Leo suffers through a barrage of hard fists to his abs for his troubles. Leo tries to use technique to hold Archer down, but even his hammerlocks and grapevines aren’t enough: when Archer can’t slip free using his training, he only has to flex hard to muscle his way out. Leo finds he’s fighting an uphill battle again as he’s dragged to his knees and weakened in a brief sleeper and full nelson. Taking a page from Austin’s ring punishment, he’s using the classic wrestling moves to toy with his opponent. Finally, a camel clutch clinches the first fall for Archer as Leo’s back can no longer take the punishment.

More ab and back abuse by Archer has a desperate Leo willing to try anything to stop the assault. Leo tightens his powerful legs around the muscleboy’s body and his scissors do slow down the big guy. Leo shows some skill throwing in guillotine chokes and more hammerlocks, trying to wrench a submission out of his foe’s weakening joints. But he underestimate’s a fighter’s tenacity and the technician becomes a punching bag as Archer’s bare knuckles drill into his abs and ribs with blow after blow to Leo’s bruised body.

Both men exchange long riding headscissors but Leo comes out the loser as Archer’s powerful quads have him fading fast. Rear naked chokes and even more inventive sleepers have Tomasi flailing in pain and desperation before finally being forced to submit again. Another bearhug sees Leo going nearly limp in his opponent’s arms. He’s determined to deny him more submissions. Leo’s defiance only makes Archer pull out surfboards, splades, more and more sleepers, and even a devastating torture rack. The resilient ripped rookie is left battered and writhing on the mat. Before long he barely has the strength to move, an all too familiar replay of his debut. He tries to stay strong but the beatings continue. Fans of relentless fighters and never-say-die jobbers, check out this arousing duel of wills!

Cole Cassidy vs Hoyt Riley

Has a Legend Met a Legend Killer?

This is going to hurt! The two wrestlers in this match have some serious reputations to back them up. Many BG East fans would say Cole Cassidy needs no introduction, but deserves one anyway. Cole has made a name for himself as a destroyer of men and a breaker of spirits. He has said he has to pace himself during his matches so that his opponents, or victims might be a more appropriate term, will last long enough for him to enjoy their agony. How many of his matches have ended with a challenger drenched in sweat, drifting in and out of consciousness, only able to stand because Cole has propped them up so that he can line up his most devastating tool of destruction, the heart punch? Cole’s finisher doesn’t just end matches, it can threaten to end a wrestler’s athletic career. If they aren’t out cold and motionless on the mat, their coughing or convulsing as their heart skips a beat. After the buffet of victims that have made up Cole’s record so far, who would be willing to step on the mats with this legend?

Hoyt Riley, that’s who. He may not have quite the sizeable record that Cole can boast here at BG East, but this tattooed barroom brawler keeps himself in practice by picking fights in far less comfortable, and safe, locales than a wrestling ring. He may have come up short against the towering hunk that is Mitch Colby in his debut, but if you want proof he has what it takes to tangle with the toughest there is, then you need look no further than his most recent match against none other than THE Kid Karisma. Fans of Kid K have come to expect stellar performances if not outright domination, but when he came up against Riley, the ginger stud worked harder than ever before just to stay in the game. With such an overwhelming show against one of BG’s best, Riley’s challenge to Cole may be the start of his reputation as legend killer.

When these men meet on the mat, you can feel the tension in the air. The destroyer Cole says nothing and won’t even answer Riley’s respectfully offered handshake. The brawler is no stranger to such a serious match, and dispenses with pleasantries just as quickly. They circle, slowly, deliberately, drawing closer and closer, and when they finally collide you can feel the impact. Both men struggle, pushing and being pushed, neither giving in. In these first minutes, the first way the balance tips could well set the tone for the rest of this showdown. And before long, a hard knee lift from Cole right up into Riley’s ribs begins to spell disaster for the tattooed hunk.

Cole Cassidy vs Hoyt Riley

Another hard knee to the midsection from Cole sends Riley to his knees, and a few stiff forearms send him the rest of the way to the mat. Cole wastes no time breaking down the brawler and spends nearly a full minute delivering a brutal barrage of knees, stomps, and elbows straight down onto Riley’s spine. Hoyt is no stranger to pain, but even he can’t help screaming in agony as he fears he feels his back giving out.

True to his word, when Cole hears those satisfying groans from the victim under his heel, he slows his pace and moves in for a more excruciating hold. But Riley is no pushover, a hammerlock, leg torque, and rough choke may earn a pained moan from him, but he fights through it and flips Cole over, landing on top of the formerly dominant man’s chest. A few stiff body blows slow Cole down long enough for Riley to slip behind and pull him into a slow, choking camel clutch.

Cole suffers plenty in such an unfamiliar position, but finally he’s dropped to the mat when Riley can’t wring a submission out of him. The brawler has this match back to where he likes it as he looks down at a prostrate Cole. Riley bounces on the balls of his feet, fists at the ready, ordering Cole to his feet while looking eager to knock his opponent right back down again. Cole only manages to rise to his knees, his back still aching, and concedes Riley is more than just some punk to be squashed, extending his hand for his worthy opponent to shake. The brawler drops his guard and comes in close to accept the offer, he may be good with his fists, but he learns he needs to be smarter to win this as Cole suddenly pulls Riley in close and powers his arm up between those legs.

Riley drops to his knees with fresh screams in his throat while Cole rises to survey the damage. Kicking his downed opponent over, he fires more stiff shots and elbows into Riley’s chest, setting him up for two bow and arrows and earning Cole the first submission of the match. The tattooed fighter’s not out of this yet though, and comes back with more fists and endless variations of breath stealing scissors that nearly have Cole passing out with his face caressing the stud’s crotch. Even at one fall each, both men fight back with slams, backbreakers, and chokes. They each pile on so many body blows you’d think they were turning this match into a fistfight. But when they want a submission they’re fast to come back down to the mat to pour on the pressure until one man is begging and pleading for release. Riley takes everything Cole can throw at him and keeps fighting back, but there’s only so much a man can take, and before the end even the destroyer’s dreaded heart punch makes an appearance. Can Riley take it all and still take down this BG East veteran, or will the would-be legend killer just become another notch on this legend’s belt?

Ray Naylor vs Richie Douglas

“You Ready for a Friendly Match?”

We’ll say this much for Richie Douglas, the boy’s got heart. When the nubile newbie first stepped into the world of wrestling by stepping up to the challenge of one Austin Cooper, in his debut match no less, we knew we were about to see some relentless rookie wrecking, and boy did we! By the end of his first match, Richie was left a broken mess of battered muscles and bruised bones. Austin’s ab assaults left the overconfident challenger unable to stand and barely able to breathe by the 15 minute mark, but Cooper just kept piling on the punishment.

No one would have been surprised, disappointed perhaps, but not surprised, if the poor guy had decided to quietly retire from the ring for the sake of his health, but luckily the former quarterback isn’t one to disappoint the fans. He’s been focused on his recovery, and as soon as he felt he was back in fighting shape he came back for round two. He did request an opponent reasonably close to his size for this match though, and we have obliged, but only to savor the sight of Richie’s excruciating revelation when he realizes that real BG East wrestlers don’t need size to make you regret stepping on these mats without the sadistic edge to survive in their world.

When Richie returned from his debut beating with an unbroken spirit, it was clear Ray Naylor was just the man to humble this seemingly unshakeable athlete. Ray’s wiry frame belies the wily, even cruel wrestler hidden within those taut muscles. His wrestling is relentless at best, sadistic at worst, and vicious at all times. Coming off of bouts with bigger men who cried out as Ray clawed and stretched their muscled bodies to their limits, the unassuming scrapper has been searching for a fresh piece of meat he can really sink his teeth into, and he can’t help but smile when he gets his first look at the tasty, muscular hunk waiting for him on the mats.

We first glimpse little Richie stretching out those toned, athletic muscles on the mat. Faint veins line his sculpted upper body as this visual definition of a clean-cut, scholastic wrestler prepares for his next challenge. Dressed in a delicious red singlet and shorts, the adorable jock has no idea how perfectly he personifies the ideal BG East jobber. “Wow” is the first word out of Ray’s mouth and how can you blame him? He sizes up the stud, asking if Richie’s ready to get this “friendly” match underway, quietly adding “hopefully not too friendly.”

Ray Naylor vs Richie Douglas

Clean Cut Gets Roughed Up

Ray may be ready to tear into this mouth-watering meal, but Richie didn’t spend his formative years conditioning his tight body into a tuned, athletic machine just to be devoured by a rival wrestler. As these two grapplers lock up, it’s the fresh-faced football stud who flips Ray onto his back and into a headlock. A look of surprise flashes across Ray’s face, replaced just as quickly by one of frustration. He twists and turns but Richie stays with him, only breaking the hold when’s he’s proved he can keep the experienced wrestler down. Ray’s calm demeanor barely conceals his flaring temper. Sportsmanlike compliments cover up how much Richie’s little display has set him off.

Ignoring his opponent’s amateur style, Ray hoists the kid high only to bring him down hard across his knee, in an all-too-familiar backbreaker. Austin Cooper threw this hold at Richie and it was devastating. But he survived. Instead of begging for mercy, now he’s practically smiling as Ray’s tightly corded shoulder muscles force his head to bend back down to the mat. He’s tough.

Ray shoves the stud to the floor in frustration, daring the kid to show him what he can do, and Richie obliges, taking his experienced opponent down again and tying him up in a tight submission hold, They take turns as each asks for a submission, and each denies his opponent the satisfaction. At one point, Ray literally tears his own shirt off, warning the kid, “Now you’re really starting to piss me off.” Richie just smiles and slips out of his shorts in reply. Ray is seeing red now – it’s not just the singlet. He dives at Richie and gets caught in a headscissors, his reversals are reversed, and he suffers in a full nelson he can’t muscle out of. When Richie relents Ray lashes out with a several sharp ab shots, but that wall of muscle was hardened by Richie’s first brutal beating and it will take more than a few hits to break it down.

Ray is caught in more holds as Richie keeps slipping out of his, the heel tears at the straps on the babyface’s singlet but only manages to bare that impressively toned torso. Panting, slick with sweat, and on his knees, Ray’s viciousness finally pays off as he lands a surprise kick square to the young jock’s bright red bulge. Richie collapses to the mat, moaning in agony, and Ray is there to capitalize. More ab shots keep the stud down as he’s stripped of his singlet and down to a golden speedo. Knees, elbows, and fists are ground into his neck and jugular until his world is spinning and he lies choking on the mat. Demure, unassuming Rays is gone, replaced by a true sadist who uses scissors and blatant chokes to keep the new guy crawling on the mat.

Richie fights back hard, his skill catching the dangerous heel time and again, but he begins to wear down under the endless brutality. Ab shots bring back painful memories of his first crushing defeat, direct blows to his balls leave him gasping for air, and it’s all he can do to trap Ray in precious few submission holds of his own. Can the fledgling wrestler’s skill turn the tide and put down the hardened fighter before Ray does enough damage to drop little Richie to the mat for good? Neither man gives an inch as sweat and muscle reach every corner of the mat as they struggle for victory, but in the end one of them is decisively dominated and forced to succumb to his better.

Austin Cooper vs Vic Madone

“You’re a Fighter, Huh?”

Vic Madone is a man on a mission. Ever since his sweat-soaked, testosterone-fueled debut against the scrappy Ray Naylor, Vic’s been itching for another fight. While he certainly proved his strength and skill were up to the challenge against Naylor (Mat Hunks 9), it was far from an easy match. Vic came to BG East confident his size and muscle would send Ray packing, but wound up fighting tooth and nail just to hold his own against an opponent 20 pounds lighter than himself. Whether the exhausting battle left Vic with a bruised ego or the taste of a truly exhilarating match just made him hungry for more is anyone’s guess, but ever since he’s been feeling a burning desire for a good fight.

Scraps and spars with friends and fellow fighters couldn’t match up to his experience at BG East, so Vic came back with one simple request, for us to throw the best we had at him. A tall order for a man just going into his second match, especially considering some of the resident talent here at BG East, but we aim to please and knew just who could give Vic the match he’d been looking for.

Austin Cooper may have started out as the BG East golden boy, but his fans know he’s been exploring his dark side in recent matches. After he left his last opponent, former varsity quarterback Richie Douglas, in a sweaty heap of bruised muscle and broken resolve, he remarked it takes tougher wrestlers to last against him. Well, Vic may be just what Austin ordered. The golden boy can trounce some of the best wrestlers even without resorting to his dark side, but no one’s untouchable, and Vic has been training relentlessly to prepare for his second chance to make a name for himself on the BG mats.

When Vic arrives at the arena, his muscled body even bears the marks of a seasoned warrior. When we asked about the black eye he was sporting, his only response was, “You should see the other guy.” Clich├ęd perhaps, but as Vic shadow boxes to burn off energy until Austin arrives, even practicing his ground game on a convenient punching bag, you can’t help wondering what happened to the “other guy” after leaving a mark on this proud fighter’s face. Austin arrives and he too can’t help picking up on the intensity in the air as sweat begins to shine on Vic’s heated body. Perhaps the golden boy is merely impressed by his latest opponent’s enthusiasm, but as the match gets underway, you’d swear you caught a glimpse of uncertainty in this budding heel’s eyes…

Austin has a cautious air, making sure Vic understands that there are rules here, this is no street brawl. The fight goes hard – by the rules, but rules can always help a budding heel. After multiple lockups, it’s Vic who manages the first takedown with Austin going down hard onto his back. Vic’s success doesn’t last long though, and Cooper manages to slip behind him and ride the struggling fighter to the mats for what feels like minutes. The frustration on Madone’s face grows and the sweat on his muscles shines as he strains to force his way out of each hold, while Austin keeps the pressure on with his tried and true wrestling skills.

Austin Cooper vs Vic Madone

Battle Hardened Bodies

Skill loses out to tenacity when Vic finally breaks loose and turns the tables, even pinning Austin’s shoulders to the mat, albeit briefly. But Vic wants more than an easy win, and shoves himself away from Cooper. Back on his feet, he challenges the hunk bring him down again. Both wrestlers are already breathing heavy as they close in for another lockup, the action fast and intense while they fight for position. Austin traps Madone in a dangerous bodyscissors, but the tattooed warrior is even faster to turn things around again, nearly flipping Cooper onto his face as Vic climbs on top. Austin knows now he has to dig deeper to stay ahead of this man, and struggles to his feet, legs on fire as he lifts Madone clear off the mat, the hunk now dangling from Cooper’s shoulders.

Even from this position Vic fights hard but as the powerful hunk regains dominance again and again, Austin’s desire to hurt, and Vic’s desire to win, ratchet up the tension. By the time Austin hoists the ferocious fighter up with his bulging biceps encircling Vic’s ribcage, and jerks him high in a bone-snapping reverse bear hug, helpless Madone is kicking and moaning, growling and threatening. But going nowhere. Even as both men’s rippling muscles flex and strain, it’s Austin who decides he wants more out of this match from his impressive victim. Tossing Vic into a wall, the golden boy begins to show his dark side as he promises to make those ribs match Madone’s eye.

Bone-breaking bearhugs and bodyscissors from the bad boy leave Vic screaming in agony for so long you’d think he’d have no ribs left to break. Vic uses tricks of his own and manages to slap a few joint locks on the heel, trying to slow Austin’s building head of steam. Hurting and winded, he finds even giving Austin a taste of his own intense bodyscissors can’t slow down Coop’s relentless assault, and Vic is forced to submit twice, first to spare his ribs and then again to escape a Boston crab with his spine intact!

A test of strength, MMA style punches to Austin’s rock-hard abdominals, backbreakers, more gut work, and crotch destroying leg splits are all on display as these fighters go for broke, neither one backing down. Vic came for the fight of his life, and he gets it. It’s not until one man is finally trapped in a breathtaking chokehold that a winner is decided, standing tall over the prostrate form of a worthy challenger, both bodies shining with sweat from one of their toughest battles to date.