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Guido Genatto vs Ethan Axel Andrews

The Baddest Motherfucker You Ever Met!

By the time pretty boy Ethan realized that he might possibly have bitten off more than he can chew, it was too late. With the main door to the BG East Arena North filled with the hulking form of “Double G” Guido Genatto, self-described “bad boy” Ethan tries to escape through the back sliders off the BG East Arena balcony. Guido grabs him by his pretty and appropriately yellow trunks and pulls him back inside. Nobody saw it happen, and no cameras were rolling to capture the moment, but we know that Ethan made a frail yelping noise when big hairy Guido clamped him in a side headlock and dragged him to the ring. “Try to weasel away from me, huh?” Guido snarls. “You can’t fuckin’ run now.”

Running into Guido Genatto is like running into an irate bull. He is infamous for tearing into his opponents without warning, mercy, or remorse. He genuinely relishes punishing wrestlers, big or small, makes no difference. He’s an equal opportunity basher, and one of the most feared heels on the BGE roster. He chokes Ethan against the turnbuckle. Then he snap-mares him to the center of the ring, fastens him in a head scissors hold, and smashes the lovable-boy-next-door face to the canvas. He does a quick set of pushups while squeezing the kid’s pencil-neck between his colossal thighs. “Head right up my ass,” Guido gloats. “Where you fuckin’ BELONG! RIGHT where you fuckin’ belong!”

If it seems big Guido has some sort of personal grudge, you’d be right. He’s made a pledge to wipe the mats with what he calls “pseudo pros” – guys who’ve become big stars in what used to be called underground wrestling without ever having put in the blood, sweat and tears that indy pros routinely do to have the honor and luxury of getting paid ten bucks for driving 300 miles to do a show in East Bumfuck, Maine. Fuck yeah, Guido’s got a chip on his massive shoulders. Guys like Ethan Axel – and a whole host of other pretty boys prance onto the scene, become overnight sensations, get paid the top money at BG East and get all the perqs and trimmings that come along with their stardom while journeymen like Guido take the lumps, slings and arrows of outrageous fortune – and end up being called a jabroni for his efforts. Pissed? That’s a gem of nuanced understatement.

But even big Guido has to be impressed (though annoyed) by Ethan Andrews’ attitude, as well as his capacity for absorbing pain and punishment. The big heel has this mini heel sandwiched between his legs and on his back. Ethan can’t budge an inch, the pain is making the veins pop on his forehead, yet he musters the bravado to flip Guido off with both hands. Failing to get the easy tap-out he was hoping for, Guido hauls Ethan to the edge of the ring for another prolonged choke session against the top rope.

Guido’s gonna drain the fight – and the life from the pretty boy. Ethan breathes in rasps, his body turning cold after Guido’s mauling of his circulatory system. Guido yanks him back to the center of the ring by his hair and clenches him in another head scissors. Ethan manages a miraculous hope spot, a near pin, but, no believer in miracles, Guido shuts it down in seconds. In repayment, Genatto stuns the “twinky boy” with a couple of stiff chops. Then he sits on his neck, sweaty crotch rubbing up against Ethan’s grimacing face.

After working too long and too hard for the first fall by submission, Guido seizes the babyface between his viselike ankles, forcing the “jabroni” to look into the eyes of his “daddy” as the boy palely gasps for air. Then he punches Ethan in the face merely for trying to pull free. Even while pretzeled in a paralyzing STF (which Guido claims stands for “shut the fuck up”), Ethan doesn’t lose heart, which only further enrages the hairy-beast heel, who commands him, “Wiggle, fuckin’ insect! … You think you’re a bad guy?” Ethan defiantly answers, “Yes!” Don’t go betting the family farm for sweet little Ethan Axel Andrews to turn this match around, but you can’t say the kid doesn’t have balls. Guido is something else entirely: a force of nature, a walking-talking cataclysm, indeed (as he puts it) the “baddest motherfucker you ever met!” And believe us, he ain’t talking smack!

Flash LaCash vs Braden Charron

Forced to Flex from Top to Bottom, Front to Back

With only three days till his next bodybuilding competition, Braden Charron looks magnificent in electro-orange trunks, every muscle as hard and stark as a derringer. He stands in the BG East ring, studying himself in the mirror, when a sneering Flash LaCash hops on the ring apron and leers at the brick shithouse’s “fancy muscles.”

Flash knows that, compared to Braden, he is the greenhorn at the company, but, given his long career as an indy pro-wrestler, he sees himself, quite rightly, as the more experienced wrestler. Half serious, half taunting, he asks whether Braden considers himself more of a wrestler or a bodybuilder. “Best of both” is Braden’s ill-advised response. Flash nods, secretly pleased to hear that his opponent is so full of himself, just the kind of guy he likes to kick the stuffing out of. Braden faces LaCash across the ropes and pops his best double biceps pose. Flash promptly grabs his head and guillotines him against the top rope.

Thus begins a 24-minute beatdown, in which Flash fastidiously works the bodybuilder from head to toe and from front to back. He twists his stunned adversary’s neck, commanding him to pose some more. A tight chinlock stretches Braden’s torso taut, brandishing it towards the camera, but Braden resists Flash’s order to pose. Braden fights back, ramming LaCash to the turnbuckle and snapmaring him to the center of the ring for a full nelson. Braden shifts position, hunkering low to bearhug LaCash, squeezing the lower ribs and forcing LaCash to show off his muscles first. Then he tosses the veteran aside.

The two lock up, collar and elbow, and Braden pushes his opponent to the corner. Flash retaliates with a heavy-booted kick to Charron’s midsection. Flash latches a clawhold onto the bodybuilder’s left pec, then stands and grinds the sole of his wrestling boot to the pec before resuming the clawhold. Braden looks stupefied with pain as Flash cranks the pectoral. Braden gives up, and Flash forces him to flex on his knees. When Braden doesn’t flex “hard enough,” Flash reapplies the pec-juicer, dialing the hurt up.

Flash moves his attention down Charron’s body, from pecs to abs, as he boot-stomps the bodybuilder’s midsection and clamps the steely claw hold to Charron’s abs. He grabs the top rope to up the pressure while bodyscissoring Charron’s waist. “Fuckin’ jobber,” he growls in disgust, commanding Braden to clench his stomach muscles even tighter.

In his own aggressive way, Flash is an appreciative audience to Braden’s display of solid muscle, even as he blasts both elbows to the man’s rock-solid abdominals. He stretches Charron over one knee and claws his side, where run-of-the-mill guys grow love handles. Next, Flash targets the ripped bodybuilder’s legs and grinds his elbow to the stud’s inner thigh. Braden taps out, but Flash won’t stop, wrenching his opponent in a figure-four hold. Flash saves Braden’s back for last. A brutal Boston crab and a killer camel clutch compel bodybuilder Braden Charron to flex the broad panoply of his spectacular back muscles.

Dismissing Braden’s for-show muscles, Flash says, “I’m here to humiliate guys like you and win matches.” Dispensing with the piecemeal dismantlement of Charron’s muscle, Flash enters full-on pro-wrestling mode with an arsenal of elbow drops, punches, hugs, chokes, and forearm smashes, before exiting the ring to assail Charron in and between the ropes.

Cameron Matthews vs Brad Barnes

Answered Prayers

Near the halfway point of this strenuous and suspenseful battle against strongman Brad Barnes, Cameron Matthews declares, his voice quivering with evangelistic fervor, “When I woke up this fine morning, and I saw that BG East Wrestling gave me that call, I said, ‘God! God! Please! Please, I’m begging you, Lord, give me a heavenly hunk to bash!'”

This is Cameron Matthews like we have never seen him! Starting out in pro wrestling while he was a teen, Cameron established himself as a brand-name babyface, as tough as he is good looking, the name on every wrestler’s and wrestling fan’s lips. But the scope of his ambition cannot be measured or contained, and as he has proved time and again, he will do anything, anything , to push himself further and raise himself a few rungs higher.

Having already proclaimed: “Someone’s gonna get run over tonight,” he is in high spirits as he welcomes Brad into the ring. And a Cameron in high spirits is a wildly unpredictable thing! He suggests that he and his soon-to-be opponent help each other warm up for the match. He regales the bodybuilder with the chummy small talk of a small-town barber, asking Brad about his diet and his plans for the weekend. His friendliness is deceptive, of course, full of thinly-disguised barbs. Brad looks distrustful, but far from distrustful enough.

Cam takes a good five minutes to warm the guy up, as they stretch each other’s limbs, his aggression evident in the rough-handling he gives the muscle hunk under the name of “limbering up.” In time, he tricks Brad into stepping right into an inverted facelock, Brad’s face buried in Cameron’s armpit, as the boyish-looking heel yanks him backwards against the turnbuckle and delivers a stiff forearm smash to the chest.

Cameron assaults Brad from every direction, seemingly at the same time, mainly targeting the man’s luscious (there’s just no other word) pecs. “Did that hurt?” Cam asks with phony concern, his lips right up on Brad’s ear. It’s almost as if Cameron is mocking his old babyface image. “Let me help,” he offers, but Brad is increasingly distrustful … understandably. Cameron delivers a vicious and uncalled-for low-blow. When Brad cries “give,” Cameron pulls back. “Hey, you know what,” he says, “let’s have a fair match. Let’s restart, shall we. We’ll lock up. We’ll shake hands. We’ll play this out just like the gentlemen we are.”

However, despite an incautious start, Brad is not the pushover Cameron evidently takes him for. A line has been crossed that can’t be uncrossed. Brad skips the gentlemanly handshake for a big bad bearhug, one that’s certain to be a benchmark for all future bearhugs. Cameron writhes, helpless in throes of agony. He tries to push Brad’s head back but fails to free himself. Brad transitions to a single-leg boston. Furiously, Cam calls Brad a “bitch” and gets paid back with an unrestrained boot-stomping. Cameron rebounds but immediately finds himself hiked back up in muscle man Brad’s brutal bear hug.

Bodybuilder Beatdown 2 shows off new facets in two hugely popular BG East wrestlers. Brad displays a previously unseen capacity for rage and mayhem, and Cameron, a penchant for treachery. It’s a brutal give-and-take match of highest order, with Cameron’s years of experience closely-pitted against Brad’s harrowing muscle. The range of wrestling holds on tap is breathtaking. We suspect half these holds don’t even have names yet. And the endless assaults on balls, nostrils, pecs, and vertebrae are anything but gentlemanly!

Austin Cooper vs Eli Black

The Biggest Surprise vs the Smallest Opponent

When Austin Cooper chose Eli Black for his third opponent, we wondered if the wannabe heel was feeling the slightest bit unsure of himself after his last two opponents. After pushing his muscled bod to the limit vs big Lane, then suffering at the feet of the King, it is not surprising he might want a scrappy street punk half his size to beat on.

But the interest may go deeper. As the taut, lithe little MMA stud jabs the air menacingly, Cooper wonders aloud, “That how you beat that little Jake Jenkins?” Eli smiles back: “Oh yea, I remember him… old news.” It seems Austin really has been keeping an eye on Eli. At only 135 pounds, the ripped, lightweight Eli Black has fought as the underdog in nearly every match of his life, and while he hasn’t always come out on top, this hardcore MMA competitor has been honing his skills and recently turned even hunks like Rio Garza and Z-Man into veritable punching bags. Has Austin always wanted to test his now-towering physique and chiseled muscle against the sexy scrapper, or is this just a chance for taking out his growing frustrations?

Ripped is the key word here as each fighter bursts into action, each demonstrating a distinct version of male definition. Being smaller in bulk has its advantages though, and slippery Eli easily twists out of Austin’s holds, and in minutes Austin finds himself flipped onto his back by the bantamweight! Pro wrestling meets MMA striking and grappling in this duel of strength, skill, and stamina. Austin uses his size and muscle to devastating effect, and Eli suffers and screams in bear hugs, figure-four leg locks, camel clutches, and Boston crabs.

As often as he suffers though, the little guy makes a miraculous escape, snaking his way out of holds and even reversing them. Austin’s body is worn down by crotch-splitting cradles and shoulder-popping armlocks, and every time he tries to make his way to his feet there is another kick hammering into his hamstring or a neat jab to clip his chin, rattle his brain, and bring back haunting memories of being steamrolled by Kelly King.

Eli matches Austin’s stomps with rapid fire ab shots, he escapes from full nelsons and headlocks and applies ever more creative chokes to drain the big man’s stamina. Submissions are practically strangled from both fighters, as each ripped bod is tied up in the ropes or racked across his opponent’s back. Austin takes endless sharp blows but the big man’s bigger muscles take their toll on Eli, who has to struggle to stand and is dragged up and pressed clear over Austin’s head for a finish.

Will little Eli be slammed down 6 feet to the mat for a crushing defeat? Will he have anything left to stop Cooper from finishing the job and securing his final victory? Can he turn this around, can he pull off one last miraculous reversal and perhaps leave a renewed Austin Cooper defeated, humbled, and humiliated in what should have been his crowning achievement? This ending is as devastating as it is decisive, when the winner stands tall, there is no doubt he is standing over a broken man.

Austin Cooper vs Kelly King

Hijacking the Spotlight!

This match was inevitable. Austin Cooper knew he had to fight Kelly King. This new guy Kelly was getting lots of attention, hijacking Coop’s blazing bright spotlight. King got everyone’s attention even before he had his debut on Hunkbash 16. A well-known fixture on the indy scene and a fan favorite on the underground scene, Kelly’s arrival at BG East caused waves, rejoicing and for some BG East stars like Austin Cooper, consternation.

Kelly took a look at Austin Cooper and the rest of BG East’s top echelon competitors, and promptly declared he could and would demolish them all. It was Z-man who got the first shot to prove the man who crowned himself King wrong. The musclebound coverboy gave it his all, but in the end His Majesty The King was true to his word and walked away the victor, wiping the mat with Z-man’s pretty face, just as he predicted and promised.

Austin Cooper may be next on Kelly’s hit list, but the budding young pretty boy heel has his sites set high: he aspires to be the first to take down the latest arrogant pro-turned-BGE star. Yeah sure, no doubt the odds are stacked against Austin: King has a height and weight advantage on the younger ‘Golden Boy,’ and plenty of experience to back up his high and mighty confidence: “You want a prediction? This kid’s getting knocked out cold before he can say ‘I submit'” If Austin is intimidated he sure doesn’t show it. He enters the ring with a swagger all his own, backed up by his superior physical condition and youthful confidence.

It doesn’t start well for adorable Austin. A solid boot followed by and even faster fist to his abs nearly drop him to his knees. Headlocks, arm bars, slams and strikes send both men reeling. Coop comes back both barrels blazing! If His Majesty The King thinks he’s got this one won in a cakewalk, he’s just been disabused of that notion. Crossfaces, rope chokes, and camel clutches manage to wring one submission a piece out of each wrestler.

Still it’s anyone’s game. King intends to make good on his word though, and for every successful hold, toss, or slam he suffers, King forces Austin to eat several fists and suck up several stiff kicks. Sweat and fists fly as the golden boy’s body begins to turn black and blue. Whether King’s raining down blows on Cooper’s beautiful face in the corner or firing huge kicks to Austin’s exposed abs while the erstwhile heel wanna-be is crawling on all fours, King’s relentless assault nearly turns this wrestling match into an all-out brawl.

Austin Cooper doesn’t stay down long, however. The young hunk drags himself up off the mat time and again, even when all he gets for his effort is more brutal punishment. Despite the torture, he makes King pay for every hard hit, surprising the veteran pro more than once with his own vicious assaults, slams, and body blows. Can Austin pull out a win and topple the titan before his steam runs out, or will King’s words prove prophetic again? The way you’ll see Austin stagger from blow to blow, you’ll blow too! And you’ll wonder in suspense if you’re about to see King’s prediction come true and see the gorgeous “Golden Boy” laid out for good! Austin Cooper may not be a “working” pro but this match proves he easily could be. A spectacularly paced perfect ring romp – as only BG East can produce.

Austin Cooper vs Lane Hartley

“So You’re the Big, Bad Heel?”

Not every wrestler has what it takes to earn their place of honor in the coveted BG East Spotlight Series, and it’s even rarer for an athlete to make such a name for himself that he deserves a dedicated encore appearance. Austin Cooper has been all fired up for months and is ready to make this an unforgettable performance, full of surprises. The “Golden Boy” has been showing us his dark side recently, demolishing one rookie after another, but he’s still not satisfied. This Mr. Hyde wanted his second Spotlight to showcase his skills against the toughest opponents he could find, and boy did he pick some tough ones!

First up, pro stud Lane Hartley has been making a name for himself here at BG East for over a year now. While Austin Cooper was tossing around lightweights Richie Douglas and Leo Tomasi, Lane absolutely destroyed beefy bodybuilder Brad Barnes and made musclestud Z-man beg for mercy. Like Austin, Lane still isn’t satisfied. Only the very best, only the creme de la creme of BGE competitors will do for Mr. Hartley and he will not be satisfied until they’re all put down for the count. When he heard Coop was looking for the fight of his life, Lane stepped up with that winning smile and told Austin to name the time and place.

Lane is all business in the ring as he warms up like the seasoned pro he is, while Austin is all attitude, stripping out of his leather vest and telling Hartley he’ll need to keep stretching to last long in this match. You can practically smell the sweat already building on these men’s bodies inside the sweltering arena when they first lock up. Early holds are traded and give way to punishing holds. Lane’s training shines through and he takes Austin to the mat more than once, but Cooper’s experience and tenacity turn it around each time.

The resident ‘heel’ falls prey to headlocks and chokeholds in the early minutes of the match, but Austin answers with full nelsons, scissors, and later a punishing bearhug of his own that has big Lane dangling off the mat and crying out in agony. A camel clutch secures the first fall for the shining star of this Spotlight, Austin Cooper, but then it’s time for Mr. Hyde to appear and he takes to punching, kicking, and choking Lane against the ropes.

Well, now you can certainly see the sweat flying off both wrestlers’ bodies as Hartley absolutely refuses to go down a second time, his own well-placed kicks and slams turning the tide again. When a bow and arrow submission ties them up at one fall each, both men know they need to pour on heaping helpings of pain and the punishment to come out on top. Before the final fall, one wrestler will be tied up, abused, hobbled, and finally humbled, left crumpled on the mat with a triumphant and sweat-soaked winner posing victorious over his fallen form. Will it be methodical, powerhouse pro studstar Lane or that budding heel who’s been fighting to break through to the surface of ‘former’ babyface Austin Cooper?

Chace LaChance vs Kayden Keller vs Ty Alexander

3-Way Three-for-All: Choke-Off, Jerk-Off, Suck-Off! Oh My!

The original booking was for Chace to wrestle Ty. Chace is more interested in facing the mirror than his opponent, but Ty in gear and ready to rumble won’t leave. Shrugging his shoulders, Chace sighs, “I guess I have some time to spare,” and proceeds to kick the cupid-faced jobber’s butt, only pausing now and then to recheck his look in the mirror.

No surprise. Chace has never looked better. Talk all you want about the transformation of his torso over the past two or three years (fucking perfection, right?), but some of us feel a little faint over those thick hairy thighs and calves too (and that bubble ass? mouth-watering!) Pummeling Ty against the turnbuckle, Chace has never looked so aggressive and masterful. Along with his physique, he has developed a taste for hurting people.

Five minutes in, Kayden shows up, wondering aloud, “I thought you’d be done with this jobber by now.” Indeed, Chace has been so wrapped up in spoiling Ty’s good looks he hasn’t even bothered to try to pin or submit the guy. Kayden climbs into the ring and one-two-three finishes Ty with a crab hold and crotch clutch combination. Chace tries to explain that he was “just having fun,” that he wasn’t even trying to submit Ty yet, and that his preliminary work made Kayden’s easy victory possible.

Cruelly, Chace and Kayden put the question to a barely conscious Ty: “Who destroyed you? Him or me?” When Ty doesn’t respond, Chace beats him down and then yanks him back up, casually remarking, “He wants to get thrown into the ropes, I think.” (In case you haven’t noticed, Chace’s dry sense of humor takes center stage in Ring Release 2.) Kayden picks up where Chace left off, whipping Ty to the opposite turnbuckle. “All right,” Chace concedes, “maybe your technique is a little bit better than mine.” The two bigger guys proceed to drum the cocky little guy’s abs with their fists and boots.

Kayden submits Ty three times in a row, mostly by targeting the boy’s nuts. Chace attributes Kayden’s success in racking up his wins to his being a “dirty wrestler,” but contends that muscle is a better weapon to destroy an opponent. In a contest to see who kills Ty better, Ty, it turns out, is the one and only judge … and he’s not able to offer a ruling because Kayden and Chace are in the process of turning him inside out.

Inevitably, the two bullies turn on each other, kicking Ty off to the ring apron. While for the thousandth time Chace is distracted by his own reflection, Kayden slams his forearm up between his legs, blasting the muscle god’s nutsack. “Your muscles aren’t doing too much for you now, huh?” True enough. There’s no protection for those most sensitive parts of a man’s anatomy. Kayden sneers as he strips Chace down to a sexy silver G-string and chokes him with his signature and now discarded orange trunks.

While Kayden smothers Chace with his own orange trunks, Ty sneaks up from behind and choke-holds Kayden while Chace blasts the bearded interloper’s abs with boot and fist. It’s hard to keep up with the shifting alliances: Chace and Ty against Kayden, Kayden and Ty against Chace. But then that’s the unpredictable nature of a 3-way three-for-all!

This hour-long guaranteed instant classic doesn’t miss a single permutation, and the surprises keep coming. The last half will have you rubbing your eyes in disbelief (or rubbing SOMETHING): a buck-naked, tied-up, over-the-top choke-off, jerk-off, suck-off finisher with a closing liplock that’s for the record books! (We kid you not.)

Ben Monaco vs Sam Sellers

Show Muscle or Ass-Kicking Muscle

Newcomer Sam Sellers displays his powerful and finely chiseled physique in an opening posing session. Ben Monaco, who has taken on Austin Cooper and Damien Rush in the past, admires Sam’s muscular development, yet exhibits no trace of fear. “Show muscle,” he calls it, implying that it means next to zero in a wrestling match. With a few chest-to-chest bumps and some stinging slaps to get the juices flowing, the scrap begins.

Sam locks Ben in a body scissors and arm bar combination. Score one point for the “show muscle.” Ben looks trapped, but he resists effectively, eventually reversing and clamping Sam’s pecs in agonizing claw holds. “This is more of what I was looking for!” Ben chimes triumphantly, sinking fingers and thumbs into the firm but pliable man-flesh.

Ben, with five BGE bouts already under his belt, is probably the better wrestler, the better punisher and humiliator, too. He traps Sam in a figure-four headlscissors that lasts seemingly forever. Mr. Monaco is obviously enjoying having the hunky but mature rookie trapped between his legs! To emphasize how easy it is to control the bodybuilder, Ben does a few stomach crunches, all the while keeping Sam locked in place. “Too simple,” Ben quips after Sam at last submits. Menacing and mean, Mr. Monaco has mastered the muscled he-man! Ben exhibits a cockiness heretofore unseen in his previous matches.

Sam Sellers knows his strengths, however, and indisputably strength IS one of his main strengths. He clamps Monaco in an enervating bear hug, then another while roughly thrashing Ben’s near-limp body back and forth. Then he applies a cartilage-crackling backbreaker for an amazing three submissions in just five minutes.

Might it be that raw power trumps wrestling prowess and experience, after all? Midway through the match Sellers kneels beside a prostrate Ben Monaco and flexes his neatly cut pecs and biceps. “See that?” he says, pushing up a biceps big as a grapefruit. “That’s what kicked your ass!” Ben sits up and takes note. (Who wouldn’t?) As if chastened, Ben caresses and worships the man’s hard peaks and well-defined ridges.

Sam orders Ben to kiss the steely muscles. Ben obeys, lapping at them like a bear cub. “That’s pretty impressive,” Ben coos as he rubs his palm over Sam’s solid midsection. “Damn right it is,” Nouveau replies, glowing, “choked YOU out a few times.” Sam is still beaming, so very confident in his superiority, when suddenly Ben latches onto his balls and twists. Sam grimaces and folds palely in two, as Ben gleefully announces, “I think you’re going to learn that PAYBACK is a BITCH!” See! Not all Canadians are nice!

A backbreaker, a camel clutch, and a single-leg crab hold even up the score for Ben, matching and beating Sam’s three submissions in five minutes, and not stopping at three. “I’m just getting started,” Ben proclaims. His pec twists appear to totally incapacitate Sam, whose nipples, it would seem, are his Achille’s Heel. The big man melts under Ben’s pec punishing assault. A follow-up revenge bear hug show’s off Sam’s glorious flutes!

No longer satisfied with simple submissions, Ben wants Sam to grovel, insisting that he not just say “I give” but rather “‘I give, SIR,’ better yet, how about you say, ‘I give, MISTER Monaco.'” In the end, nothing less than a knockout is acceptable for Ben. He puts Sellers to sleep and leaves the mat room. But then he comes back just as Sam is coming to. Ben orders the cameraman out of the room, but our faithful cameraman stays, recording the knock-yer-socks-off finale to this excellent and surprising contest.

Tim Sheridan vs AJ Lyle

Sea Of Sweat: The Bitch Is Asking for It

Late in this match Tim Sheridan mounts AJ Lyle’s chest with his crotch pressing to AJ’s chin. “You’re loving this,” he says matter-of-factly. “Uh-uh,” AJ counters, in a strained voice. “You like it when I’m a little bitch,” Tim announces, with an added thrust towards AJ’s face. “I’m going to take you down,” AJ threatens. “I’m going to take you down and make you MY bitch!” He squirms but can’t escape the lock Tim has on his head. “You think so, huh?” Tim replies cockily. “I KNOW so,” says AJ with a forceful heave that leads to an escape and dramatic reversal. One small vignette from many of such in this match.

For a while now AJ and Tim have been two of BG East’s “best kept secrets.” Dependable journeyman wrestlers like these don’t often get highlighted on our home page or catch the fanboys’ attention, but they have quickly become well respected among their fellow wrestlers and knowledgable fans for their high-octane energy and persistence in pushing the envelope of homoerotic wrestling. Tim and AJ each have taken on some of the company’s toughest competitors in three previous releases, and tired of making other wrestlers look good, they are determined to make names for themselves in Mat Scraps 3. But that means taking the other guy out … and putting on a good show in the process.

Tim’s resilience and pugnacity at first surprise AJ, the bigger and heavier of the two, but the big guy wins the first fall with a prolonged bear hug that sends shudders through Tim’s body and forces a submission. AJ then lays Tim flat on his back, pinning him down, chest to chest and crotch to crotch, and stretches the smaller guy’s arms out crosswise, as if poised to rip them from their sockets. “You can’t take it, can you?” AJ purrs with sinister delight. “Screw you,” Tim replies. Soon enough, Tim wriggles free and gets all over AJ like flypaper, attacking the bigger guy’s joints and sweat soaked muscle.

After two falls, one win each, the wrestlers are too boned up to stop, not even to catch a breath. The perspiration slides down AJ’s back like a hard rain. While pinning Tim down, he slides up and down his opponent’s torso, crotch skimming over crotch then back up to clutch Tim’s head between his brawny thighs. He enjoys the sensations of his victim’s twitches, groans, and thrusts against his skin. He rolls on the mat, taking Tim with him, and helplessly Tim flails, wrapped up tight and nearly paralyzed.

AJ gets his face right up to Tim’s, cheekbone to cheekbone, as he crushes Tim’s balls in his right hand and orders him to submit. When a bit later, Tim repays AJ in kind, it’s difficult to tell whether AJ is humiliated or titillated. Ambiguities like this are what make BGE wrestling so fucking hot. Tight, writhing body contact, prolonged to the breaking point, makes for 26 minutes of erotically charged aggression like you’ll see nowhere else but at BG East – because BG East has too much self-respect to pretend NOT to be gay!

Z-Man vs Jake Ryder

Pretty Boy vs. Brute: Undagear Galore

Jake told a lot of people at BG East that he wanted to get his hands on Z-Man, and BG East listened. We could think of no one better to put Z’s muscles to work on the mats than Jake, who belongs to a pack of wrestlers who have come to us to demonstrate that wrestling is not just a sport but also aggressive sex play, overtly and subvertly. From the start, he has more or less handpicked his opponents, and it’s difficult to fault him for his choices, and so we have denied him almost nothing. This time he sets his sights on Z-Man, the supremely photogenic and hugely popular male model turned wrestler, a wrestler known for his sophistication as much as Jake is known for his primal sensuality.

Z-Man is pretty, but he has not taken the easy road to success by any means. He has faced and stood his ground against, with varying results, the toughest bad-asses on the BGE roll: guys like Kid Karisma, Tyrell Tomsen, Eli Black, and Lane Hartley … “wimps” by NOBODY’s definition. He and Jake hit it off as soon as they met, proving that opposites do attract. They eye each other with a mix of admiration, respect, curiosity, and wariness. They can’t wait to see what the other guy has to show for himself in the BGE mat room.

Jake grabs the cover boy in a full-nelson scissors hold that looks unbreakable, but after a long struggle Z-Man powers loose, the payoff for years of physical training and conditioning. Both wrestlers huff and puff, their taut chests heaving, as the strenuous scrap forces them to take their breaths in gulps. “Having trouble, little guy?” Jake facetiously asks his opponent, currently languishing in a figure-four choke hold.

Z-Man is in a hard place, but he isn’t easily discouraged or deterred. “I’m gonna get you,” he threatens … and he does, in one of many miraculous escapes and surprise reversals that crowd this crowd-pleaser. Z-Man then traps Jake in a full nelson scissors, “the same hold you put me in,” he gloats. “Except I did it BETTER,” Jake replies.

Fans of hair-pulling, rejoice! Jake can’t get enough of Z-Man’s $200 haircut, finding it hard to resist the impulse to muss it up. The usually even-tempered model gets redder in the face each time Jake yanks his hair or calls him “pretty boy.” It looks like Jake’s messing with the guy’s head, both literally and figuratively. But Z-Man is not done.

“You want more?” Z-Man asks about twenty minutes into the fight. “I want more,” Jake responds. “We’re just getting started,” Z-Man says with a smile, baring his teeth. It’s an intense and exhausting fight all the way. In the last five minutes, cheap shots and payback fly in both directions. The action skyrockets to a final choke-out. Then the victor plants a foot on his conquest’s shoulder and strikes a double bicep pose.