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Morgan Cruise vs MJ Vergara: Pro Geared Power vs Man in Tights

Ripped hunk MJ Vergara turns heads in absolutely anything he wears, but even MJ can’t take his eyes off of just how sexy these baby blue tights look stretched taut across his own thick thighs and perfect ass. He cannot keep his hands off of himself, stroking his encased muscles and admiring every angle of his incredibly hot body poured so tantalizingly into the tight spandex (particularly from behind). This incredibly toned acrobat has proven repeatedly that every mouthwatering muscle is tuned with expert precision to maximize balance, flexibility, and power. He’s one of our smallest competitors, but woe be the opponent who underestimates the damage this streetwise, stunningly conditioned athlete can do.

Morgan “the Mastodon” Cruise, however, has made a career out of contemptuously downplaying, then degrading the strengths of every opponent he’s ever met. Aside from getting his hot, hairy ass handed to him by pro heel Lon Dumont when he first arrived, Morgan has been on a rampage through the ranks of BG East, ripping apart one wrestler after another. Built like an 80’s pro wrestling heel, with the disposition of a maniacal tyrant and the unstoppable power of a mammoth mastodon, Morgan has shocked and awed much bigger and more experienced opponents. So it should come as no surprise that the king of contempt is profoundly underwhelmed when he finds 5’3″, 135 pound MJ in the ring in abject lust with his own mirror image.

“You know, I’ve come to expect very little of the talent here,” Morgan pronounces as he climbs into the ring. “I’m surprised, though. You look worse than my most pathetic opponent!” It’s those tights that irk the Mastodon most. A lifelong lover of pro wrestling, Morgan takes pride in his pro style trunks, matching boots and color coordinated vest. There’s a gravitas about classic gear that Morgan insists must be respected, and skin tight, baby blue spandex tights do not match the Mastodon’s high standards for gear that honors the ring.

Morgan slides his massive shoulders out of his warm-up vest and hands it to MJ to hang up. “Make yourself useful, and take this elsewhere,” he regally commands. Astonished by the balls on his opponent, the tattooed stud flings the vest out of the ring with his own contempt.

In a flash, Morgan attacks him from behind. Hoisting the lightweight up for a brutal suplex, the Mastodon abruptly finds the maneuver stymied by the phenomenal balance and body awareness of his acrobatic opponent. Shifting his weight just so, MJ throws his burly opponent off balance and suddenly it’s Morgan unceremoniously slammed to is back in the middle of the ring. Capoeira moves keep the Mastodon off balance, unable to keep track of where the next stunning kick is coming from. With astonishing grace and efficiency, MJ splashes down his rock hard physique squarely across Morgan’s sternum, repeatedly pumping the air out of the muscle man’s lungs. Morgan thought that this match would be a complete rout, but flat on his back with a 135 pound muscle stud squeezing the Mastodon’s skull viciously between those gorgeous thighs in their somehow alluring blue tights, and Morgan is thinking again!

Morgan Cruise vs MJ Vergara: Stripping Bare the Power, One Proud Piece at a Time

MJ Vergara and Morgan Cruise strike such stunning contrasts. MJ’s tastefully tattooed, luscious mocha skin is silky smooth and aesthetically proportioned, where Morgan is pale, hairy, and built like a line backer. Where MJ’s movements are hypnotically fluid, Morgan is more like a battering ram. Geared up to emphasize their contrasts, the sexy beach and gym fighter meets old school pro wrestling power, and something’s got to break.

Determined to be the breaker rather than the broken, Morgan catches MJ in one too many highflying, high risk maneuvers and slams him face first into the mat. “That’s some nice offense,” Morgan snarls false praise. “For a dancer. Really beautiful,” he spits with contempt. Scooped up like a feather in the Mastodon’s arms, MJ can do nothing to defend himself from getting his lower back slammed brutally to the mat. “I’m the man who’s going to sit you down and show you how much of a boy you are!” he promises the writhing, compact beauty at his feet, as he watches his geared up opponent squirm in pain.

With Morgan, it’s always about respect. And those baby blue tights scream disrespect to the finely tuned ears of the Mastodon. Suddenly, the sexy stakes skyrocket as he stares down at the gorgeous lightweight muscle stud struggling to peel himself up off the mat. “I’m going to take each and every article of gear, all of your pride, off!”

This battle for gear and respect is one of the most brutal 48 minutes you’ll ever see. Getting stripped is an indignity neither of these dangerous competitors is willing to concede easily, especially given the plethora of gear each seems to enjoy layering himself in.

Outweighed and outmuscled at every turn, MJ is nonetheless the fiercest, most stubborn muscle hunk ounce for ounce. Bashed in the corner, trampled underfoot, trussed up in the ropes and crushed from every angle, MJ sucks down more punishment than men twice his size could hope to endure. The last thing he is interested in giving Morgan is any respect at all, much less the tights off of his own mouthwatering body.

But tights and yes even those pro trunks are ripped off both battlers’ beautiful bodies as the war to hold onto their dignity rages to a fever pitch. Both wrestlers lose their boots and about a gallon of sweat. Gear is used as a weapon, as a means of humiliation, and as a way to show the seductive power of these two hot bodies in nearly every version of raw male erotic wear: tights, boots, trunks, underwear, thongs, jockstraps, socks… But just one proud hunk manages to walk out of the ring with his gear in tow, his dignity intact, and bragging rights firmly in hand, proving definitively who reigns supreme in the BG East ring: trunks or tights!

Guido Genatto vs Kirk Donahue: “You’re here to get fucked!”

“Back in Daddy’s web,” massive musclebear Guido Genatto struts, waiting for his next victim to arrive. “Just another fucking day, another fucking jobber. Who’s it going to be today? Who wants to come get fucked up!?” Guido is the perfect specimen for fans of beardaddy beatdowns.

Built like a hot, hairy Mac truck, his deep base voice strums the chords that bring muscle bear fanatics to their knees. His beautifully bulging pink trunks are laced with spider webs, foreshadowing the insidious means by which the indy pro heel inevitably traps his opponents and sucks them dry of their will to fight. And then there’s the way that the barrel-chested behemoth likes to call himself, “Daddy.” Yeah, BG East fans sit up and take notice anytime this bountiful muscle monster steps into the ring.

Guido simply cannot believe his eyes when his shiny, new, wet-behind-the-ears rookie opponent comes jogging to the ring. Kirk Donahue is a combination of Cameron Matthews’ little brother and the perfect Irish pro. Boyishly handsome, with an earnest smile and a naïve eagerness to break into the business, adorable Kirk is, almost literally, half the man Guido is. “What the fuck are you doing!?” big Guido rumbles in disbelief at the bit of fluff bouncing on the balls of his feet in front of him. “I’m here, in a wrestling ring,” dimple-cheeked Kirk replies, “so I’m here to wrestle!”

“No,” Guido shakes his head almost regretfully, “you’re here to get fucked!” For a man as mountainously muscled as he is, Guido is incredibly fast. He takes control of the deer-in-the-headlights rookie in an instant and drops him to the canvas. Kirk’s trapped arm looks like a toothpick in the pro heel’s crippling armbar. “Yeah, I’m going to snap this arm off, you little fuck!”

Kirk has no idea what hit him, over and over again, but he’d appreciate it if you took down the license plate. The rumbling bass voice of his opponent provides a running commentary of just how far over his head the stymied rookie is. Snapping him up into a headlock, Guido crushes Kirk’s rosie cheek against the behemoth’s massive, hairy pecs, pretty much swallowing the kid whole beneath layer upon layer of thick, powerful, meaty muscle. “What the fuck do you seriously think you’re going to do to me?” he growls deeply. “Why don’t you tap that mat before I snap your fucking neck!”

Obediently, Kirk taps out and quickly starts to drag his sorry ass across the ring to beat a hasty exit. Guido lets him start to climb through the ropes before he grabs him by the ankles and drags him back in. “Right back into the fucking web, right where you belong!”

Guido Genatto vs Kirk Donahue: “Feels so good to make you my fucking bitch!

Was it youthful exuberance or a death wish that motivated cherubic young Kirk Donahue to think that wrestling Guido Genatto was going to be anything other than a complete demolition? It clearly took only about 4 minutes in the ring for the rookie to reach the conclusion that the rest of us realized about 3 and a half minutes earlier. He’s going to be damned lucky if Daddy doesn’t cripple the kid!

Submissions fly left and right, but big Guido quickly grows tone deaf to them. A Boston crab twists Kirk’s back at a sickening angle, making the rookie scream, “I give!” But Guido just keeps cranking. A rear naked choke crushes the newbie’s windpipe beneath Daddy’s thick, bulging bicep, leaving just enough room for Kirk to rasp repeated pleas of mercy. Guido ignores them all. “This is what I do! This is why I love my life! I just choke little mother fuckers out!” He hoists the kid up and down, dragging Kirk’s drenched body across every inch of the ring in complete domination. A standing full nelson shows off the beautiful rookie’s hot, lean body. From that full nelson into a head-over-heels suplex, Guido knocks the kid out cold.

The rookie rouses to find himself mounted in a schoolboy pin, staring up at Guido’s massive crotch. “How’s the fucking view asshole? You like how that looks? You better like being pinned down in Daddy’s web!” We might want to give Kirk credit for choking down one of the most brutal, one-sided demolitions in BG East history, but honestly, it’s not like the kid has a choice. He tries to flee the ring repeatedly. He begs for mercy. He prays for divine intervention. “Who are you praying to?” Guido interrupts him. “I’m your fucking god right now!!”

Eventually, Guido gives the rookie a terrorizing choice to make. “I can break your fucking balls,” big Daddy offers, “or you can take surprise option #2. You gotta take one or the other.” Whatever it was that possessed young Kirk to dare to dream big enough to climb into the ring with Guido, it’s crystal clear what Daddy gets, as he drives the demolished rookie to the edge of sanity. “Oh yeah, feels so good to make you my fucking bitch!” the bruiser crows.

This is the Epitome of a Demolition Match. The apotheosis! Young Kirk had no idea the depths of terror and humiliation he’d face this day, but fans of big, hairy, sweat soaked beardaddy squash matches will understand what we mean when we say that this rookie is demolished like no one has ever been demolished before!

Jake Jenkins vs Flash LaCash: “I’ll make you humble!”

Flash LaCash has wrestled just once before for BG East, but he’s anything but a rookie. Looking like a beautiful, bronzed circus strongman, the mustachioed muscleman is a seasoned indy pro wrestler who has forgotten more about hurting an opponent than most guys will ever learn. Still, it takes balls to stare across the ring at one of the most prolific and popular wrestlers in the business and smirk, “What, are you one of the new guys around here?”

Jake Jenkins is most definitely not a new guy. Voted the Best Babyface two years running, it’s little wonder this barefoot beauty makes BG East fans drool like Pavlov’s dog. He’s devastatingly handsome and as fantastically fit as ever, packing that hot, athletic ass tightly inside American flag trunks. Jake has proven how dangerous his amateur wrestling and MMA backgrounds make him by bullying opponents much bigger than he is with incredible speed, stunning strength, and astonishing flexibility. But despite an unstoppable string of victories on the mat, success in the ring has eluded our fan favorite Best Babyface, and the one thing standing between him and scoring that first notch in the win column is a ballsy, bronzed powerhouse with a mustache and a bad attitude.

“Well, you look like one of the old guys!” young Jake snaps back, demonstrating he’s got balls, too. Staring up at his opponent standing 4 inches taller and 45 pounds heavier, perhaps exercising discretion might have been the better part of valor. But inciting bigger opponents into a fit of rage is straight out of Jake’s playbook, as the master tactician remains cold as ice and steady as a rock. Unintimidated. And why should he be? He’s faced BG East’s meanest ringstars from Jonny Firestorm to Guido Genatto and survived.

Then again, poking big Flash with a stick may be considerably more than Jake bargained for. A savage kick to the gut drops the star-spangled babyface like a sack of potatoes. Hoisted effortlessly up into the pro heel’s massive arms, Jake is little more than a practice dummy for Flash to parade around the ring and slam repeatedly to the mat. The sexy strongman sets laser sights on picking apart his smaller opponent, starting with the back.

Trapped in the corner, he softens up Jake’s lower lumbar with shoulder blocks and knee strikes. Dragging the handsome young stud around the ring by the back of his trunks, Flash slams Jake’s award winning face savagely into the mat before snapping him quickly up into a camel clutch. “I’ll make you humble!” the pro heel promises…

Jake Jenkins vs Flash LaCash: A Smart Ass in Need of a Spanking

“I hope you had your protein shake,” Flash laughs as Jake begins to pry his sweat soaked muscles off the mat after giving away a humbling first fall submission to the BG East newcomer. “Helping” him up by a revealing yank of Jake’s red, white and blue trunks, Flash maintains his tunnel vision: demolish Jake’s gorgeously muscled back! He traps the Best Babyface in the business in the ropes and takes his own sweet time delivering precision aimed knee strikes into Jake’s quivering lower lumbar. The brutalized young hunk can do nothing but take this torture as rivers of sweat pour off his glistening, battered but bound muscles.

“How’s that back,” Flash smirks, reaching randomly into his bag of pro heel back busters to begin to pry apart his shocked and awed opponent, vertebrae by vertebrae: Repeated scoop slams send electric shocks of agony up Jake’s throbbing spine. From a fireman’s carry, the pro heel deposits his prey in a reverse tree of woe, leaving Jake’s tormented back wide open for more expertly applied stomps. Dragging him by his hair back into the ring, Flash ties Jake’s spine into knots with a gruesomely vicious lion tamer that makes the babyface beauty scream a panicked submission.

“Warmed up yet?” Flash taunts, flexing his beautiful, bronzed muscles in the mirror as he waits for his opponent to peel his soaking carcass off the floor. “Had enough yet?” he asks as Jake gets to his feet. But a breathtaking standing drop-kick from Jake catches his cocky opponent completely off guard. As most of Jake’s opponents will attest, he’s one stubborn, calculating hunk who will refuse to be counted out. His endlessly trained wrestling brain and experienced physique can also soak up quite a lot of punishment and still mount a counterattack despite the agony his muscles are screaming.

Appropriately named, this pro heel’s flashing rage begins to turn the heat way up on the icy athlete. Soul sucking bodyscissors milk the fight right back out of flailing Jake. Even Flash can’t help but get his hands on the babyface’s sweet ass, landing cracking slaps across the sweat soaked red, white and blues. But no matter how overwhelmingly vicious the pro heel gets, he just can’t quite slap the smart ass out of Jake’s beautifully battered body. “Refresh my memory,” Flash snarls, “how many wins do you have?”

“All of them!” Jake defies belief, provoking his terrifying opponent to boil over with still more rage. Just how far Flash has to go to silence the stunningly stubborn babyface beauty once and for all will leave you, and Jake, breathless.

Kip Sorell vs Lon Dumont: “Honestly, what’s he going to do to me?”

Sizzling hot hunk Kip Sorell has been reliving one nightmare after another since first daring to step foot into the BG East ring. Winner of last year’s Debut of the Year award, his boyish beauty and phenomenal physique have earned him nothing but a giant target painted onto his magnificently muscled ass, as one heel after another has done their best to pound the pretty right out of him, each in his own unique way. However, hope springs eternal when you sport the body of a Greek god, a healthy/reckless self-confidence, and a passionate fan base begging for more from this breakout wrestling star.

When signing on to face notorious pro wrestling heel-turned-bodybuilder Lon Dumont, Kip quipped, “Honestly, what’s he going to do to me that hasn’t already been done?” Unfortunately for Kip, his words found their way back to Lon’s ears. If there one thing Lon loves more than compliments of his granite carved six-pack abs, it’s an intellectual challenge. With an outstandingly extensive arsenal of sadistic wrestling holds, paired with his impeccably toned physique, Lon absolutely relished the puzzle of how to introduce an all-too-pretty jobber to all-new depths of ring terror.

Fitness model Kip strolls up to the ring. “Kip!? Kip Sorell?! Oh my God! It’s Lonny Dumont,” Lon gushes enthusiastically. “Buddy, your hair looks fantastic!” Dumbfounded, Kip takes Lon’s outstretched hand out of reflex. Lon’s boot bashed into his gut drops him to his knees. Before Kip can catch his breath, the lightning-quick pro tosses him into the corner and unleashes a firestorm of punches and kicks, quickly turning his golden abs an angry scarlet. An expertly launched barrage batters and bashes the bewildered young buck from every angle. Kip wilts under the assault, but refuses to submit. Still, soon enough, the master of a thousand holds snaps on a front-face sleeper, cooing seductively in Kip’s ear. “It’s okay, shhhh, it’s all right.” Kip sags limply in his opponent’s arms and slips into unconsciousness, flat on his back with Lon stretched across his body. In record time, Kip’s dream of scoring his first BG East victory has turned into a horrible nightmare as the ripped stud slumbers restlessly beneath his devastatingly diabolical foil. But Kip’s waking nightmare is far from over…

Kip Sorell vs Lon Dumont: Trapped in a Nightmare

“Kip!? Kip Sorell!? Oh my God!” Lon gushes enthusiastically as the young fitness model rouses from his disturbed slumber and climbs unsteadily to his feet. “Buddy, your hair looks fantastic!” Lon admires, stretching out his hand. Dumbfounded, once again Kip accepts the handshake as he struggles to get his bearings. Lon’s boot to the gut drops him to his knees, and Lon’s novel, never-ending plan to terrorize the cocky jobber begins to come into focus.

“Who the hell said we were friends, Kip!?” Lon snarls furiously, mounting the fitness model and barely restraining himself from punching Kip’s prominent bulge packed tightly inside his blue trunks. “This isn’t about friendship. Lonny Dumont saw his shadow, and you know what that means? Six more weeks of leg scissors!” Kip writhes and flails, nearly snapped in half between the incredibly lean bodybuilder’s crushing thighs. “Fuck you, Lonny!” Kip snaps back at his tormentor. A rake to the eyes shuts the pretty boy up fast.

“I’m not one of those chumps that only knows 4 holds, not Lonny Dumont,” the heel brags. But it’s not really bragging when you can back it up. Lon packs a pro wrestling clinic of holds into one brutal nightmare after another. Bearhugs and bodyscissors tenderize the young beefcake. Every waking minute delivers another onslaught of muscle-mincing brutality, punctuated yet again by another front-face sleeper that makes Kip’s sexy muscles go slack in Lon’s bulging arms.

“Kip?! Kip Sorell!?” Lon gushes enthusiastically again and again each time the bewildered hunk rouses to this endlessly repeating waking nightmare. And each time, before he can get his bearings, the maniacally vicious heel doubles down on his bone crushing, joint snapping, muscle ripping physical assault. Outflanked, outmuscled and out-wrestled, Kip’s spirits sag, but Lon is always there to drag his fine physique back up by a fistful of hair or nasty yank on the trunks.

“It’s a bad dream,” Kip mutters to himself. “Oh no, you’re not dreaming,” Lon assures the fading stud. It’s a vicious circle, a recurring, real-life Groundhog Day nightmare played out for Demolition fans to marvel at the depths of agony and terror a stunningly beautiful pretty boy can endure before giving up entirely to both the physical and psychological terror dished out by a truly sadistic muscle heel. Only there is no escape.

“Kip?! Kip Sorell? Oh my God! It’s Lonny Dumont!”…

Ty Alexander vs Goren Ford: “All of this is going to belong to me soon”

There’s something about the Dark Knights series that cuts to the core for erotic wrestling fans. The storied tradition of Dark Knights has long delved deep into the shadowed corners of wrestlers’ psyches, where the competition to win is merely at the surface of the battle being waged. For some of our wrestlers, the real battle is fought internally, between their passionate desire to dominate and the seductive allure of conceding body, mind and soul to a worthy opponent with the savage talents to claim them. Not only to be beat, but to be mastered is what distinguishes the deeply erotic flavor of a Dark Knights match. And wrestlers primed and ready to face those darkly shadowed, high-stakes corners of their secret desires are surprisingly rare.

Also rare is an adorable jobber like Ty Alexander who can inhabit the wrestling scene from day one as if he’s owned the place for years. In his brief tenure with BG East, Ty has quickly distinguished himself for his readiness to fully commit everything he’s got to a match, no matter what he stands to lose. He perpetually teeters between a gasping innocence and a dangerous slyness, and he’s demonstrated repeatedly his powerful intuition of what makes wrestling so damn sexy. Never at a loss for more opponents eager to get their hands on his bubble butt, Ty manages to keep them guessing as to who they’ll meet on the mats, the unspoiled cherub or the sadistic little devil.

Hot newcomer Goren Ford knows exactly which version of Ty Alexander he wants to face: a completely subservient, harshly disciplined, eagerly compliant boy ready to do absolutely anything his new master commands. When he arrives to find Ty luxuriating in the reflected image of his own smooth, tanned body accented by stark white, high fashion mesh briefs and entirely impractical mesh sleeves, Goren knows that he has his work cut out for him. “That’s not what I told you to wear,” the beautifully muscled hunk growls a deep baritone. “I don’t give a shit what you told me,” Ty snaps back defiantly.

“If you’re going to be my boy, you’re going to wear what I tell you to wear, you understand?” Goren growls, bullying his opponent to the mat and ripping the sleeves off of him. “I don’t belong to you!” Ty snarls, almost pleadingly, as if he isn’t opposed to the idea itself, but rather determined that tall, dark and handsome Goren has to earn it. And that’s precisely what this aspiring daddy plans to do. “Oh, you will,” Goren promises. “All of this is going to belong to me soon,” he rumbles, squeezing Ty’s alluring ass. Let the mastery begin…

Ty Alexander vs Goren Ford: Two Studs, One Will!

Ty Alexander is giving away about 30 pounds of gorgeous, impeccably conditioned muscle to his ripped opponent, mysterious Goren. Seemingly effortlessly, Ty’s aspiring owner manhandles the beautiful jobber, choking him, squeezing him, and repeatedly driving adorable Ty to the bitter edge of painful panic. Goren laughs as Ty screams in agony, weeping between his opponent’s stunningly powerful thighs in a rib crunching bodyscissors.

“When I walked in, you were showing off your cute little ass, trying to get my attention,” Goren growls, stroking and squeezing Ty’s trapped bubble butt. Suddenly, he mounts him in a schoolboy pin, shoving Ty’s face into his crotch. “That’s what you came here for, right?” The cherub in white mesh sputters, struggling for air, suddenly rolled over into a deep face-to-crotch headscissors. Goren leans back, hands behind his head, showing off his ripped abs and long, strong body and commands, “Yeah, work those balls!”

Just when the Master’s Spell seems to have been woven by the handsome dark knight, Ty works him with a vicious blow to his balls! Suddenly, the tables are turned, and it’s Goren choking on the offending white-clad balls of his conquest, who now has him trapped in a face-to-crotch headscissors. “I’ll wear what the fuck I want to wear!”

Patiently, Goren grants his prey riding time, letting Ty do his best to defy Goren’s dark plans. Then abruptly, he tosses the cherub off of him and smacks the jobber hard across the face. “I think maybe you need to learn a lesson today.”

The lesson plan includes equal measures of desire and discipline. Meting out doses of indulgent passion followed by harsh punishment, Dark Goren slowly takes control of Ty’s supple body, and even slower, begins to seduce him with tenderness followed quickly by the back of his hand. He rips off the offending white briefs and comes back to collar the still grimacing boy. “Now I get to make you my boy. Don’t fight, it only makes it worse.”

Worse. Better. Trapped in the sadistic fantasies of a Dark Knight, everything becomes a blur for young Ty as his new master takes full possession, wearing him down with muscle and mind, force-feeding him his stunningly sexy cock, whipping Ty’s body and balls with a riding crop, and leaving his boy gasping for more. He instructs Ty in precisely how to worship his sizzling hot body, where to touch him, how to hold him. Slowly, Ty’s will morphs into his new master’s will. The fight never leaves him, nor does Goren seem to want it to. But having claimed the cherub and conquered the little devil, Goren forces his willing victim to the heights of ecstasy that are now in his power alone to grant his awestruck charge.

As the full set of erotic photos on The Arena area shows, Ty Alexander is simply not the same wrestler he was by the time Goren has finished this Dark Knight lesson. And no one, not Goren, nor Ty, nor you, would have it any other way.

Brute Baynard vs Braden Charron vs Brad Barnes: Pummeling Iron

Brute, Braden, and Brad are the killer Bs at BG East, and this battle will decide which B has the deadliest sting. These bodybuilding big boys draw the battle lines when smiling Brad arrives at the gym in skimpy, cock-snuggling trunks. Immediately this sets off a debate between Brute and Braden, already deep into oneupmanship, over which muscled bodybuilder can kick babyface Brad’s butt faster.

“I’ll have this guy screaming ‘I quit’ before you even lay a hand on him,” Brute boasts. Brad just smiles, eager to show off his own coiled power. Brad tag teamed with Braden in Summer Sizzlers 5, and he’s none too happy with his former Brawn Brothers partner. It’s worth his while to take up this challenge and get a chance to double team his badgering former partner. The long battle that ensues is epic bodybuilding destruction, as the three see who will get back up his words and score the ultimate bodybuilder beat-down.

Taking their beef to the squared circle, Braden gets a first try laying into Brad. Brad deftly counters with a standing arm lock, wrenching Braden’s left arm back and up before switching to a side headlock, and then, with surprising finesse, back to a high-pressure arm bar. Braden won’t submit, so Brad contemptuously pushes him down to the mat. Overconfident now, he moves on to try the same move on Brute, but gets a brick-sized fist to the noggin that flattens him to the ground.

His revenge is short-lived. Baynard proceeds to bludgeon Brad in a humiliating show of raw Brute force, while off to one side barefoot Braden looks on, nursing his freshly nicked ego. As Brute stomps Brad in the back, Braden crows, “See, that’s more like my style, right there!” “This is your style?” Brute replies. “Then how come I’m the one doing it?”

Brute jerks Brad up to his feet and rivets him in a front facelock, driving him face-first to the mat. We get a widescreen view of Brad’s bubble butt wriggling as he tries to thrust free of Brute’s steel-trap arms. Brute hauls him back to his feet and tosses him to Braden like a rabbit to the python tank. Braden reapplies the facelock, cutting off Brad’s supply of oxygen. Brad is feeling numb all over when Braden throws him back to Brute, who twists him into a kneecap-snapping Boston crab for the first submission, which Brute refuses to acknowledge until he forces Brad to verbally humiliate himself…

Brute Baynard vs Braden Charron vs Brad Barnes: Muscle Demolition x 2

Brute and Braden don’t give Brad a breather between beatdowns. Brad no sooner succumbs to Brute’s crushing force than Braden dives in for a me-too crab hold and an echo submission. “That’s how it’s done, right there,” Braden boasts, going “Boom!” as he pops his coconut biceps for the camera. He claims to have beat the six seconds it took Baynard to submit the hapless babyface. “It’s a lot easier when I beat him first,” Brute retorts. The rivalry between Charron and Baynard is about to boil over. But the boys aren’t done with Brad yet, who regrets ever thinking he could take on either of these muscle beasts, much less both at the same time. When Brute clamps Brad down in a bodyscissors, Braden gloats, “Another one of my favorites!” now accusing Baynard of copycatting HIS signature holds.

But when Braden tries to duplicate the scissors hold, Brad busts loose and nearly reverses. Brute calmly steps in to “take care of business” with a series of meat-tenderizing moves, and the big boys continue to work in tandem on the slow but almost certain demolition of bodybuilder Brad Barnes. Eventually the two double up on the guy in a long and exhausting ordeal, beginning with Braden at one end applying a headscissors and Brute at the other applying a figure-four leglock. When a double torture rack and double bear hug leave Barnes virtually a lifeless heap, the two victors kick him out of the ring and face off against each other in the match’s crowning blowout. And WOW! what a blowout! Fasten your seat belts and strap on your safety helmets for this one!

Will Brute Baynard use his size and power to squeeze the life out of preening bodybuilder bully Braden, or will the pose-off victories of the ever-ripped tanned champion presage the wearing down of the huge and as yet undefeated Brute? Big moves from big men. Sweaty muscle as it was meant to be used! Everything from the taut scenario to the grunt-and-groan action shaking the squared circle is pure BGE at its best, providing sweaty, hair-raising thrills you cannot find anywhere else!

Drake Marcos vs Lorenzo ‘Jake’ Lowe: A Babyface’s Pride

This match-up was as inevitable as it has been sought after. Two of BG East’s best babyface’s have come together to give fans a very intimate look at how they’ll decide which of them gets bragging rights as the better wrestler. Tensions are high as both boys are coming into this match after experiencing some new sensations in their last matches.

While Lorenzo Lowe may not have been undefeated, the deceptively adorable stud has put far more imposing wrestlers through their paces and made it look easy, leaving the likes of Damien Rush and others lying on their backs, soaked and wondering what they just went through. His combination of sultry seduction and tough-as-nails grappling has worked well to neutralize his babyface weaknesses. But most recently he had the bad (or good?) luck to come up against superstar Cameron Mathews. That babyface-turned-musclestud had the young Lowe screaming out submissions in a variety of inventive holds. Cam wasn’t satisfied until little Lorenzo had vowed to give himself up completely to the superior wrestler, and what happened between them next is anyone’s guess. Now Lowe is looking to reclaim some of his lost dignity, to prove he can still hold his own against nearly any wrestler, and to take down a wrestler who only just managed to shed his title of “ultimate jobber.”

Drake Marcos, on the other hand, would have been coming into this match with an unbroken losing streak since his debut, were it not for recent events. Until now, Drake seemed the perfect target for any wrestler hoping to channel his inner heel, but in his most recent match, the king of the jobbers threw away his crown when Marcos met BG East’s latest recruit to the ranks of the babyfaces, Ty Alexander. This hot newbie fought long and hard to avoid a second defeat after his debut against budding heel Kayden Keller, but in the end it was Drake who drew the final submission from Ty’s lips. Marcos tasted victory for the first time, and having once experienced the true excitement and perks of a victory, he’s staring down at Lorenzo practically licking his lips at the thought of seeing the lean, wanna-be heel laid out underneath him, and much more.

Drake has only just proven he can win out over an equally fresh-faced wrestler, while Lowe has taken down men you would expect to mop the mats with the little stud. Can Marcos capitalize on his newfound confidence, or will Lorenzo prove his beating at Cameron’s hands was a mere fluke? Can both these boys use their X-fighter prowess to extract more than submissions from their sexy opponents? The wrestlers aren’t the only ones eager to find out, a select group of fans wait with phones in hand as both boys have promised to deliver proof of their moments of triumph, as well as what will surely follow after. Erotic action shots live from the mats have both fanbases on the edge of their seats.

Both boys have been preparing for this one, you can practically smell it on them as they strip out of their street clothes, each one promising to make the other their personal plaything. But there’s something else in the air too, you can see it as their eyes play over each others’ toned bodies, hear it in the flirtatious jabs about their respective gear…

These boys came here with something to prove, but neither is leaving empty-handed when this is over. All smiles as they draw closer, “You ready for this?” Drake teases and tousles Jake’s hair. “Oh Yeah,” is the only reply.

The action is fast and intense, from the moment they lock up these two take the fight to the mats and struggle for a dominant position. Holds are traded, bodies are squeezed, but it’s Lowe that truly turns the tables first. Closing his fist around Drake’s ample bulge, Jake sends his lean foe into throes of agony, a very familiar expression of almost blissful pain etched on Marcos’ face as he struggles to free himself. This is the Lowe we’ve seen humble other would-be winners, as he turns Drake over and proceeds to twist and contort him in ways only the perfect jobber could endure.

But Drake didn’t come just to add another match to his list of losses, he’s playing to win, and when Jake’s grip slips he finds himself face-first on the mat, screaming as Drake gives the cocky young grappler’s balls a taste of his own medicine. Drake draws on all the tortures he’s suffered, and finds the skill and experience to keep Jake helpless and trapped, playing with the lithe body in his arms while Lowe looks for a way out. Both boys suffer greater ball abuse as they fight to be the first to see their opponent succumb to the pain, and the temptation of submitting to the man causing it.

Hard as Drake fights, he can’t keep Lowe down forever. The budding heel rises time and again, sending Marcos to the mat in an exhausted and sweaty heap. Jake’s own body shines as he mounts the definitive jobber, grabbing his phone to immortalize the moment. Drake fights hard, but each attempt only earns more punishment from Lowe. Marcos struggles to breathe in a series of crushing chokes and scissors, and just when he thinks he’s found freedom, he meets Jake’s lips. The hot heel steals what air Drake has as they melt into a passionate yet intense game of further submissions. Drake’s eyes drift shut as he’s moved into position, Lowe’s hands drifting towards his hips, Marcos can’t resist as he’s stripped of his hot undergear, laid bare for his dominant opponent to admire.

Nude bearhugs, forced muscle worship, crotch to face pins, wild and sexy leg splits, and chokes lead to strokes and distraction as this turns into far more than a chance to prove to the other who is the better wrestler. The lusty attempts to prove utter erotic dominance turn this into a contest for best sexy knockout and the images that are revealed on The Arena at BG East are far too risqué for any sexting these satisfied X-fighters are likely to share anywhere!

Skip Vance vs Steven Ponce: Skip Gets Serious

Last we saw Skip, he and Cristian Taylor tried and failed to overcome Morgan Cruise. Instead, the Mastodon toyed with the two boys the way a cat bats around two helpless mice. Now, no man can be blamed for coming up short against a heel the likes of The Alpha Male, but everyone has their humiliation limit. For Skip, it seems losing despite a two on one advantage – and losing badly and erotically at that – has stirred something deep inside him. He’s come back with something to prove: the same smile still spread across his face, but with a fire in his eyes and a hint of menace in his voice. This twink is looking for a scrap, and a chance to prove his potential as well as his passions.

Ponce returns from a decidedly demonstrative session with new Dark Knights entrant Ray Dalton. We saw him forced by sheer power to truly give himself over to another man, mind and body. Submission to a leather dominator like Dalton can be an enlightening experience. Ponce could likely tell many a story of what occurred after he was led away by the victorious Ray that night, but it seems all the more likely we are about to see exactly what he has learned under the experienced master’s tutelage. He certainly carries a confident air as he stares down the now-serious Skip, even laughing as the quintessential blond twink shoves his chest and growls, “Do you know who I am?” Perhaps Ponce knows exactly how to put the lithe, little scrapper in his place, and Skip can only hope his new threatening tone and rough greeting can stir something else in the recently humbled Ponce.

The action goes from seductive and playful to brutally determined and back again. Both men really want to claim victory. At every moment the sexual domination subtext is writ large: humiliating crotch to face pins plop swelling baskets over faces, asses get spanked and used as weapons, jockstraps are revealed as trunks are used as a human bit before kisses and nipple worship show both these guys getting carried well beyond their initial intentions into a whole new world of options. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves because there is plenty to savor in this battle for ‘top’man…

Skip Vance vs Steven Ponce: Ponce Gets Playful

The action is destructive yet seductive right from the start. Despite a crushing claw hold on his crotch, Ponce fights his way to his feet, throwing off the little stud in one of many comebacks between these wannabe dominators. Ponce outmuscles and mounts the blond beauty, staring down at that perky ass bobbing just under his bulge. His lessons under a leather-clad master have left their impression on Ponce’s psyche and it shows as a deceptively playful smile crosses his face. “I’m gonna make you my bitch” he proclaims boldly as he brings a broad palm hard against the ass under his hips. The infuriating slaps and the promise of another match ending in a humiliating defeat spurs Skip to even greater struggles, the small scrapper actually lifting Ponce clear from the mat as he throws the larger man off him. The erstwhile jobber extraordinaire meets the dom-in-training’s prediction with his own self-assured confidence, “You’re just making me mad, you haven’t seen tough yet.”

Skip scoops, flips, and slams the Ponce, bending him nearly in two, but the hairy redhead has been made to suffer through far worse and glibly refuses Skip’s demands for a submission. There’s a fire in Skip’s eyes and a dangerous edge in his voice as he resolves to make this match, this mat, and this man his own. He maneuvers Ponce into another tight scissors, those surprisingly muscled legs squeezing tight, but when it’s not enough he locks in an arm bar, finally forcing Ponce to tap. This hardly seems like the same blond surfer boy we once witnessed receiving what looked like a nearly fatal schooling in submission holds from Jonny Firestorm. This Skip Vance is coming after Ponce with an almost dangerous lust for vengeance, for all the times the he begged his brutal opponents for mercy. Skip doesn’t just want to win, he wants to take everything he can from Ponce, the intensity in his eyes only growing as his hands play over the hairy body in his grasp.

This boy means to dominate his opponent every way he can, but Ponce will take it all and demand more. He’s suffered at the hands of the best, and one submission won’t satisfy his lust for punishment. If the would-be dom can’t get what he wants, he’ll give it instead, using what he’s learned of pain to extract the sweet screams of suffering he craves from Skip’s lips. Holds are traded and limits pushed to the breaking point, but even as both men experience agony in each other’s arms, there is a growing passion in their mutual punishment. Wrestling and submissions swiftly become a prelude to a more lustful encounter. There is still a winner to be decided, but it may be by the skill of mixing both pain and intense pleasure that one man will hear his opponent moan in a final, and total, submission. The sounds of hands on asses and teeth on nipples give way to growing cries of almost agonized ecstasy, one wrestler begging for mercy or release, his shouts reaching their climax in an explosive and utterly dominant finish. This one leaves no doubt which wrestler is the master on this mat, and which is the trembling sub, soaked and satisfied.

Kayden Keller vs Mason Brooks: Naughty Knotty Pine

There’s hot, humid weather in store today at the Wrestleshack. Kayden Keller and Mason Brooks each size the other up in their pouch-hugging low-cut singlets, and they like what they see. Tall, sinewy Kayden looms over an undaunted Mason, who gives his opponent the once over, comments favorably on the fit of the lycra against Kayden’s bulging muscle, and then says, “Shame I’m gonna have to rip it off of you.” The big guy huffs, replying skeptically. “You think you can?”

This is a strip match both these wrestlers have been anxiously awaiting. The late afternoon sun slices across the Wrestleshack mat, probing the pine-patterned walls. Already, within seconds, the temperature seems to have risen by ten degrees. The time is right. Kayden and Mason belong to a new breed of BG East wrestler, part of a new “brat pack,” you could say, along with Drake Marcos, Ty Alexander, and Trey Dixon. When they’re not feuding or sometimes hanging out together at poolside or out on the town, they sometimes hang with their role model and part-time bad influence: Skrapper.

Mason and Kayden have been itching to get their hands on each other since this group emerged. A highly popular blog site dubbed Kayden a “heel-in-training,” and indeed his size and surly attitude seem to make him a natural bully. Mason, the more experienced of the two, has something of a reputation for being a mouthy bad-ass too, despite his babyface surfboy looks. These two wrestlers are hot to shake the old shack off its foundations, and strip and steam up the windows too.

Kayden gets the first takedown, but Mason looks decidedly in control of the situation. Even under the weight of his opponent, Mason wraps his strong legs around Kayden’s body and begins the slow but time-tested process of wearing down the big guy. There’s a lot of Kayden to wear down, though, and the task of controlling him will not be easy. It’s a testament to Mason’s mat-savvy that, with unanticipated speed, he gets the first fall of the match, with a deftly executed figure-four choke.

Kayden Keller vs Mason Brooks: Giving Till It Hurts

Furious over being submitted so quickly by his smaller opponent, Kayden fights back with everything he’s got. He straddles Mason’s waist, using his weight advantage to keep his opponent pressed to the mat. Mason attempts to punch his way free, aiming for the gut, but the blows have virtually no impact on Kayden. Ever resourceful, Mason draws upon his knowledge of grappling holds and his opponent’s weak spots to reverse, stretching Kayden out and twisting his pectoral muscles and nipples.

By the halfway point, both wrestlers have worked up a fine, silky sweat that illuminates their bodies. They are well paired in a match that features lots of legwork, mostly scissors and figure fours, along with some jabbing and hair-pulling, then later ear- and neck-nibbling. The homoerotic heat that flared up when they first faced off only intensifies as the competition escalates. At one point, Kayden crams Mason’s face to his crotch. He taunts him in his distinctly bedroom-y voice: “You know you love it down there … You love taking it, don’t you?”

Soon Mason’s slick body slides free of his singlet, and he strips off his opponent’s gear (as promised) and starts using it to choke, gag, and bridle by turns, while thrusting himself against Kayden’s back. The trash talk subsides to heavy breathing and animal groaning as the nude and sweaty bodies strain and struggle. When Mason asks, “You about had enough?” Kayden fires back without skipping a beat, “No way! Not even close!” Mason smiles: “I was hoping you’d say that!” So were we!

Keller-versus-Brooks represents the new wave of BGE competition, taking everything we fans love about wrestling to its absolute limit. From sweat-streaked bubble butts to “magic” nipples, the bout earns a place alongside the Wrestleshack series’ hottest contests, combining hardcore aggression and supercharged libido in a highly volatile cocktail of lust, ego, oneupmanship, and solid submission wrestling.

Cameron Matthews vs Christian Taylor: Good Clean Fun?

It will come as a shock to some that Cameron Matthews, with over two dozen BG East matches to his credit, including two Wrestler Spotlights devoted entirely to him, has not once stepped foot in the Wrestleshack. Until now, that is. Quick to rectify the situation, The Boss signed him to this match, taking on Christian Taylor, who is lately anxious to shed his twink image by taking on a pro of Cameron’s experience and reputation. Cameron thinks of his first shed match as a ‘free vacation’ grapple, given his opinion of his opponent.

We first see Cameron and Christian ambling up a woodsy path towards the shack, shirtless in worn-out blue jeans, trading goodnatured “buddy shoves” along the way, then shedding their flip-flops at the door. (Reread that sentence, if you like: There rests, right under the image’s idyllic Mayberry quaintness, a bubbling mass of erotic heat, threatening to erupt.)

“Do I really have to stretch to kick your ass?” Cameron jokes as he steps inside. Christian smiles at the Champ’s cockiness, and the match begins without prologue. Indeed, it would be hard to find two more wholesome-looking faces on the BGE roster than Christian and Cameron. There’s an aw-shucks quality to the way they tussle, tying their gangling arms together and tumbling to the mat.

But Christian is quick to take advantage, grabbing and twisting his opponent’s bare foot at the ankle till Cameron squawks, “You bastard!” and laughs, still believing he and Christian are here for some innocent horseplay. But despite his angelic appearance, Christian likes to play rough, hard and aggressive rough. He means to raise the temperature of this fight as quickly and as high as possible. Cameron may not know it yet, but he’s playing for keeps!

Cameron Matthews vs Christian Taylor: “What You Got?”

“What you got, man?” a newly aggressive Christian really wants to find out! Cameron tosses him off and tousles the kid’s hair, chuckling like it’s all for fun. Christian reverses, pushing Cameron face down to the mat, then grabbing his wrist and yanking the arm up in a wrenching chickenwing. He tousles Cameron’s hair, as if to say, “Who’s the kid, now?” What he actually says is “You wanna give already?” Still all smiles, Cameron replies, “Not to YOU …,” adding, with the first note of irritation in his voice, “… Pussy.”

When Christian boasts, “Kicking your ass just comes natural,” Cameron bucks him off, snags him in an armbar, and gives the kid’s tit a nasty twist. Then, to make sure his point is crystal clear, he straddles Christian’s chest and forces his face up into his crotch. What “comes natural” in a situation like this is that line after line may be crossed till somebody ends up shamed, even seriously hurt. What’s fascinating to watch is the tension as it mounts, gradually wearing away the veneer of frisky “fun” as tempers flare, revealing the game for what it is, a man-sized bid for dominance and control.

Christian has shown his bully tendencies before in other matches. He often likes to push an opponent just a little further, then further still, as if, in his mind, it can never go far enough. He likes things to be intense. Punches, chokes, low blows, anything to raise the heat. But we’ve never seen him go as far as this. When an injured Cameron complains, “I thought we were just playing!” Christian replies defensively, “You said you were about to fight back. I thought that was the deal, punk.”

If Christian wants a real fight to put his manhood to the test, he may be picking on the wrong guy. Sure, Cameron is one of the most easygoing guys in wrestling. But Cameron calls himself “Champ” only half in jest (if even half). He knows a hundred ways to hurt you, twenty of which will make you wish you had never been born. Christian may not like it as much as he thinks, when Cameron finally turns on him. As the two shed first their jeans, then all civilized restraints, it’s clear this match won’t be over till one of them has beaten the shit out of the other. This battle of the baby face lookers in their butt hugging underwear is truly astonishing!