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Bruce is another of the recent new faces that have joined Rock Hard, wanting to test their skills and muscle against the best underground wrestlers on the planet. He’s got; movie star looks, a golden brown tan, and a Greek god physique, all perched upon massive tree trunk size thighs. He’s the total package, one that causes heads to turn when he enters a room. He also brings prior amateur wrestling experience and martial arts skills to the ring, and is determined to work his way to the top of the roster.

His opponent in his debut match is Tyson, another new fitness model face to climb into the Rock Hard ring. He had the unfortunate experience of being matched up against veteran bad boy Ethan Andrews in his debut match, and after Ethan got through working over his abs and muscles, his fitness model body ached for a week. Tyson’s more of a backyard brawler type, and is eager to chalk up his first victory to show he can compete against the big boys.

Both guys are in their respective corners to start the match, Bruce decked out in black trunks with blue stripes and black boots, looking the part of a warrior. Tyson is in soft blue square cut trunks with white boots that highlight his fitness model physique. They exchange pleasantries amongst rookies before the smack talk starts. Bruce asks ‘where’d they recruit you from, Baby Gap?’ and ‘who trains your legs, your sister?’. Tyson replies ‘you talk a lot of smack, let’s see what you got’.

Bruce Ballard vs Tyson Matthews: Round 1

They tie up and Tyson takes the early advantage with a double leg lift that has Bruce perched across his shoulder, the blond fitness model walks him around a little before dropping to his knees which drives Bruce’s gut right down on his shoulder. This leaves Bruce gasping for air as he lay on the mat. Tyson connects with several jabs to his abs, before pulling Bruce’s hair to lift him to his feet. He backs the bodybuilder into the ropes, whips across the ring , and delivers a clothesline that floors the Greek god. Bruce wasn’t expecting this in the first few minutes, and appears a little stunned. Tyson pulls Bruce’s massive arms back over his knees and into a camel clutch, then begins taunting him and slapping his face and asking ‘how’s that feel Bruce?’ Tyson continues his control with an arm bar that works over Bruce’s mighty bicep, and some of his home-style backyard brawler moves before driving a claw hold deep down into Bruce’s adonis like abs.

The blond lifts Bruce to his feet, backs him into the turnbuckle and begins pounding away on his abs. Tyson hoists the bodybuilder over his shoulder, backyard brawler style, parades him around the ring and then drops him to the mat. But just when you are beginning to think Bruce is all show and no go, he surprises Tyson with a direct punch to his pec that drops him. Bruce towers over him and asks ‘how’s that feel?’ before he begins to dish out some payback. He stands straddled over the startled fitness model, connects with a few fists to the chest, then locks an arm bar on him in retribution for what happened to him minutes earlier. Bruce stays on the attack, pulling the fitness model into a camel clutch then cutting off his breathing by placing his hands over Tyson’s mouth.

Bruce’s superior muscle and size advantage begin to take over as he tosses Tyson around the ring in a series of punishing holds. He wraps his massive arms around Tyson’s waist in a rear bear hug, squeezing and sapping the energy out of him, then tosses his limp body to the mat. The bodybuilder attacks Tyson’s back with a few stomps of his black boot. Bruce grabs Tyson’s ankles wanting to drag his body to the center of the ring, and even though Tyson tries to cling on to the lower ring rope, Bruce out muscles him.

The rookie bodybuilder has him where he wants Tyson now, and rolls him over into a double leg boston crab, softening up his back before he drops him into an over the knee backbreaker. The total package Bruce has Tyson draped over his massive thigh, stretched to the max, and begins attacking his exposed abs all the while the backyard brawler is moaning in pain. Tyson tries to submit, but Bruce won’t let him. He makes Tyson suffer a bit longer as he stretches him out even more until the blond fitness model cries out ‘I give’. Bruce shoves him off his knee, states ‘of course you give, you’re nothing but a bitch’, gets to his feet and poses his piping hot body to end round one.

Bruce Ballard vs Tyson Matthews: Round 2

Round two begins with Bruce asking ‘how’s that back feeling baby boy?’, and Tyson not even offering a response. Bruce clamps on a headlock and hip tosses the blond brawler to the mat. He kneels down across Tyson’s gut, driving his knee into his abs and then driving a fist several times into his chest. It doesn’t appear that Tyson’s recovered from the first round. Bruce is having his way with the rookie fitness model, stretching his body out in all sorts of ways and pummeling his six-pack abs and chest in between. But about halfway through the round, Tyson mounts a comeback by ducking under a clothesline and then catching Bruce with a clothesline of his own.

This re-energizes Tyson and he goes on the attack. He locks a full nelson around the Greek god’s neck then uses his legs to spread Bruce’s legs wide open and to the max. Tyson continues to use his muscles to pulverize his opponent’s bigger muscles. He inflicts punishment on Bruce’s body both on and off the mat, and nearly gains a 1-2-3 pin count before the bodybuilder is able to kick out. When that doesn’t work, Tyson starts working over his well-muscled back with a series of stomps before clamping on a Texas cloverleaf leg lock. Tyson bears down with all his might putting immense pressure on the big bodybuilder’s back until he submits. Tyson evens the match up at one round flexing over his fallen opponent.

Can Tyson keep the momentum going in round three and score his first victory over the total package? Or, will the Greek god-like bodybuilder Bruce flex his muscles and impose his will on the smaller blond fitness model to secure a confidence building win in his debut match?

Muscle studs Matt and Alex enter the Rock Hard gym, both of them confident and proud of their sculpted physiques. Matt’s gained some confidence recently after chalking up his first victory in his last match, a 3-way with Josh Steel and Justin Silver. Alex is always full of confidence and cockiness, whether he’s dishing out the punishment or on the receiving end. Both these guys are not shy about flexing their muscles, so naturally they challenge each other to a pose-off wanting to flatter themselves in the mirror.

It starts with a double bicep flex, and though Alex is more ripped this day he does concede that Matt’s biceps look a tad bit bigger. They move onto the calves and it’s no contest, Matt’s killer calves will beat out any anyone on the roster. They’re sculpted, massive, and enough to make any bodybuilder envious. They move onto triceps where Alex has the advantage, and then onto chest with both possessing massive pecs. But when they flex to compare backs, it’s Matt surprisingly getting in a cheap shot on the cocky fratboy that floors him. Matt climbs on top of him, straddles Alex, and cranks back on a camel clutch. He forces Alex to watch his own suffering in the mirror.

Matt eventually releases the hold, drags the fratboy by his prized hair to his feet and shoves him into the ring. Alex challenges the blond bombshell to a test of strength, but again Matt plays dirty and instead connects with a knee to the ribcage. Matt maintains the control, choking Alex over the bottom rope, then picks him up over his head and scoop slams him to the mat. He stomps on the cocky boy’s abs before delivering a clothesline which sends Alex back to the mat. The blond bodybuilder then catches Alex in a leg lock that has the model stud squirming in pain and searching for a way to escape. You have to think this is a shocking and surprising start to this match! Matt releases the leg lock, pulls Alex by his hair up to his feet, shoves him back into the corner turnbuckle and begins to pulverize the cocky boy’s money making muscles. He bashes and stomps on Alex’s shredded abs, then places his size 11 white boot across his throat which causes the pretty model boy to gasp for air.

The bigger Matt continues to dominate the smaller fratboy, beating him down to the mat only to pull him back to his feet by his precious hair. You can see this is pissing off Alex. Matt taunts him to ‘catch his breath’ as they’re on their feet, and Alex snaps back asking ‘you need some hairstyling tips?’ They lock up and Matt drives his broad shoulder into the cocky boy’s gut, forcing him to fall back through the ring ropes, and proceeds to pound away on Alex’s abs as he dangles in the ropes. Alex gets to his feet, but the blond bombshell outmuscles him and suplexes him back to the mat. Matt again goes to pull him up by his hair, but this time Alex has had enough, and catches the less experienced Matt sweeping his feet out from under him.

The cocky bad boy seizes control, stomps on the blonde stud’s chest and stops to fix his hair and flex to admire himself in the mirror. He begins lifting, hoisting, tossing, and throwing Matt’s bigger muscular body around the ring, He stretches the bodybuilder’s muscles out on the mat in a bow and arrow, lifts him up and suplexes him to the mat, then lays across Matt’s beaten body and pumps out push-ups while he moans and groans in pain. Alex isn’t done with him yet, so when they get to their feet he wants some payback with a knee to Matt’s ribs, but instead connects with a low blow to the blonde muscle stud’s package. It makes you wonder, was it intentional from the bad boy?

For the rest of round one, things go downhill for Matt. The cocky fratboy attacks the blond stud’s muscular back with a boston crab, before lifting him up then dropping Matt’s sweaty, beaten body into an over the knee backbreaker. He stretches the bigger bodybuilder out over his knee, clobbers away on his abs and pecs until Matt succumbs and screams out an ‘I give’ submission to end round one. Alex taunts and flexes his bulging biceps, and as Matt looks up at him he asks ‘you like what you see?’ to secure round one.

In round two, Alex gets things started with a test of strength by overpowering Matt and forcing back into his corner. The fratboy attacks the bodybuilder’s tree trunk size legs then chokes him out with his boot in retaliation of what happened in round one. Matt’s not able to fend of the attack, and Alex laces the blonde bombshell’s bold, muscular body through the ropes and plants his boot in the back for a spine bending surfboard. Alex drags him into the center of the ring and wraps his muscular thighs around Matt’s throat and begins to torture him in a head scissors. The cocky bad boy taunts the blonde boy by doing sit ups as he has Matt in total control using only his legs.

But just when it appeared this match was going to be over in two straight rounds, the momentum changes. Alex lifts Matt to his feet, whips him across the ring for a clothesline, but Matt is able to duck under the attempt and soars back into Alex. The blonde stud wraps his arms around Alex’s torso and hoists him up into a back breaking bear hug. Matt squeezes his powerful biceps around his torso, wails him around the ring like a rag doll, then finally tosses him into a corner turnbuckle. He sends Alex to the mat with a fist to the abs, then places his boot firmly against the cocky fratboy’s crotch, driving his boot to deliver serious pain, asking him ‘how’s this feel’, and telling him he’s ‘going to get him back’.

Will the more confident Matt be able to continue beating down the bad boy’s body to claim round two and send this match to a decisive round three? Or can Alex mount a comeback with his bad boy tactics and finish the blonde muscle stud off in consecutive rounds. It’s wall to wall muscles as these two studs battle to a thrilling, supreme finish in the ring!

Skrapper vs Mason Brooks: Two Ferociously Feisty F*ckers Fight Fire With Fire

Now here’s a match that is decidedly welcomed by the fans but also among the most highly anticipated by the BG East brethren. In fact, many even asked if they could observe the match live as it was taped. Skrapper has a reputation for being an all-out aggressive, tough-as-nails punishment sponge who gives as good as he takes – and frequently gives more. He is aptly named. After a solid debut versus Canadian stud Ben Monaco, Mason surprised everyone with his sadistic dispatching of Drake Marcos and his dominant performances against several opponents on Wet ‘n Wild 7. As one fan wrote, “I had no idea!” Well frankly, neither did we! It proves that babyface looks can be deceiving!

High tension: Skrapper can’t wait to start something. As soon as he steps onto the mat, he grabs, pushes, and prods until Mason Brooks finally bites the bait and grabs Skrapper’s head in a side headlock. The two tumble down, still in baggy workout shorts. His bedroom eyes turned up to 11, Skrapper appreciatively remarks on his opponent’s arms and pecs, even while feeling them grinding against the sides of his head. Still entangled in each other’s limbs, they urge each other to flex and show off their gym-honed muscles, combining the pleasures of voyeurism and the frisson of actual body contact.

They are not only active wrestlers but also, like us, they are also spectators, as appreciative of the eye candy they themselves present as of the rough-and-tumble. Even more, they offer us running on-the-spot commentary about what the match feels like to them. From the beginning, we get the sense that Skrapper and Mason are ready to take the homoeroticism of one-on-one combat to a new levels of audience involvement.

Enthusiastic as Skrapper is about the match, Mason is the one with the moves. He’s obviously taken The Boss’ admonition to develop a ground-game to heart. He changes position with speed, agility, and a clear sense of strategy in mind. He pushes Skrapper facedown to the mat, sits on the man’s ass, grabs the right leg, securing the foot in his armpit, and proceeds to grope Skrapper’s nut sack. He makes a play for the silky shorts too, but Skrapper testily bucks free, and the shorts remain temporarily in place.

The two roll towards the wall, Skrapper almost paralyzed in Mason’s fast grip. The skin of their arms and backs flushes under the strain of exertion, and their huffs and puffs provide a bassline to the hot and sticky struggle. Now with Skrapper’s head and left arm tightly noosed between his legs, Mason goes for the shorts again, getting the waistband down to the thighs, in the process wedging Skrapper’s black briefs in his crack. After giving the briefs a few tormenting jerks, Mason chickenwings Skrapper’s free arm. Skrapper taps out, but Mason won’t release until he hears the words “I give.”

Skrapper vs Mason Brooks: Skrewed!

On their feet again, Mason and Skrapper strip down to undabriefs and weaponize their shorts for some lighthearted locker-room-style fencing. The moment of frivolity is soon cut short by both wrestlers’ hunger for more body contact, and the rest of this epic 43-minute fly-stretcher expands and intensifies the roles the wrestlers established in the first fall: Skrapper the out-of-control rage freak, naturally (and recklessly) hotheaded and aggressive, and Mason the tactician, whose particular kink is control.

Mason uses his knowledge of wrestling science and the application of torque to repeatedly incite Skrapper’s fury and then, in turn, to hold it in check. In short, he makes Skrapper’s fine lean body do whatever he wants it to, simply by pushing the right buttons. But can he be sure that he won’t push the badboy past the point where he can control him? When Skrapper protests that Mason is pissing him off, Mason asks, “Pissing you off, or turning you on?” “Little of both,” Skrapper has to admit. And also because anyone who’s fought Skrapper – and lived to talk about it – knows just how rough he likes it!

For the last half of the bout, their sweaty bodies coiled and thrashing, Mason and Skrapper press up closer and closer to each other, as if wanting to feel the palpitations of the blood coursing through the other man’s veins. Skrapper leaves his mark, his pink handprint, all over Mason’s ass cheeks and thighs. Mason teases him to go for more (“Got anything left you want to show me?”), then cuts him off with one after another debilitating hold. The erotic tension builds to almost unbearable levels.

We dare you not to get a boner during this match. The fight is a stunner, an erotically charged confrontation between two popular and tough up-and-comers. Both these guys epitomize the BG East credo of macho grit, homo lust, and punk pugnacity. Skrapper and Mason shine their brightest yet in Undagear 22. Here in the front office, our jaws went slack for the last twenty minutes of this match, mouths lolling helplessly open. Nobody but BG East takes you to the edge like this. Nobody. Nominee for Best Mat Match of 2014?

Kid Karisma vs Ray Naylor: Warning Signs It Might Be a Bad Bad Day

You don’t set foot on a mat with Kid Karisma unless you are ready, willing and able to get hurt. The dude likes his fun and has a legendary sense of humor and joie de vivre but he also plays HARD. The wrestlers who have squared off against him report that the experience is like being lured by honey into a hornets’ nest while wearing a wetsuit full of lit cigarettes. But if you don’t mind a hailstorm of zero-percent body fat, some quirky kink and government-certified MEANNESS rolling your way, Kid K is your go-to guy. He’s also one of the most sexually aggressive wrestlers to step in front of the BG East camera.

So when Ray Naylor, no slouch himself at making opponents scream, demanded to go toe-to-toe with the ginger-haired bruiser, he must have thought his chances were pretty good. Ray is wiry and tough as nails and not the least bit inhibited about taking any road possible to Win City. He’s had his share of street fights and other scrapes and knows his holds. Having watched Ray unfeelingly dismantle a fair share of his previous opponents, we were inclined to agree, though nobody was willing to go so far as to say his chances were even 50-50. None of those previous opponents, we reasoned, was Kid Karisma.

Ray and Kid K profess never to have heard of each other, but that’s a typical ruse around these parts. When Kid K gives him a playful but sharp slap across the face by way of greeting, Ray rolls his eyes and says, “You probably think you’re tough, huh.” Karisma responds, “No, it’s more like I KNOW I’m tough.” Apart from the banter, you can just look at these guys and tell they can’t wait to get their hands on each other. Yeah, there’ve got something to prove to themselves, to one another and to all us fans but’s there’s also a palpable attraction attending these shows of bravado. Even with the sound turned off, there would be no missing their eyeing each other up and down and the defiant energy of their bodies, poised and ready to pounce. Clearly, this one was going to be a scorcher.

Teasing words draw them in to each other, warily and haltingly. Karisma keeps pushing Ray away from him until, as if on cue, the two lock up. “C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon”: the words are a mantra. Ray charges in and then struggles to drag the compactly built powerhouse down to the mat, only succeeding with his own shoulders hitting the floor first and his face full of Karisma’s crotch. “There we go,” Kid K then smugly murmurs, “there we go.” And there WE go! What a hell of a hot start to one hell of a hot match!

Kid Karisma vs Ray Naylor: Skinny Legs and All

Karisma taunted Naylor about his skinny legs, professing to see no difference between them flexed or unflexed. Of course, we know better and can see the sharp cuts in Ray’s quads, not to mention witnessing the punishment they have repeatedly dealt out in his previous match-ups. And once Ray clamps them like a vise on Kid K’s midsection, he feels the power, and surprisingly, he who suffers first and the match’s first moan of pain belongs to Karisma. It’s 40 uninterrupted seconds of agony that even Karisma’s sharp elbows beating against Ray’s taut thighs can’t bring to an end. The best he can do is shove his opponent to the wall and press him into releasing the grip.

Retribution comes fast and sure as Kid Karisma drags Ray to the center of the mat, scraping the shocked and surprised wrestler’s face across the black resolite mats. Pinning Ray’s head between his ankles, Karisma pulls at the man’s legs like he’s pulling up a tree stump, wrenching the victim’s spinal column. Kid K makes sure that Ray’s moans of pain are louder and longer than his were. Ray is resilient but he is not indestructible!

Most of the first fall is a wild give and take where it’s impossible to guess who might emerge dominant to score first submission or pin but also who will prevail overall, so intense and well-matched are these two mat scrappers. But steadily the bigger and more muscular Karisma gains the upper hand, finally extracting Ray’s urgent submission with a prolonged, emasculating claw hold on the groin. Yup – it’s no holds barred.

As Ray limps to the edge of the mat, Kid Karisma taunts him, begging for a little kiss! In answer, Ray delivers a trio of well-aimed jujitsu kicks to the midsection, and we’re thrust pell-mell into the second fall. Still winded and racked with pain, Ray hardly seems prepared for the fight he’s rushing into, fueled only by rage and a thirst for payback.

At nearly a half hour, Karisma-versus-Naylor may be the shortest of Sunshine Shooters 7’s three bouts, it makes up for brevity with lightning-flash intensity. It goes for four falls, each one sweatier, noisier, more brutal, and frankly more boner-inspiring than the last.

Neither of these wrestlers enters any match with any thought other than to utterly destroy his opponent, but as tempers flare and egos get bruised (if not demolished), caution gets thrown to the wind, especially as the match draws to its tempestuous, physically abusive, ball-busting and butt-baring finale. At an action-packed 28 minutes, this fight would be a classic even sold by itself, alone on a disk. BG East ALWAYS goes the distance. Still this match is classic time-capsule material, even by BGE’s usual towering standards.

Archer vs Jakeno Enzi: Fighting Machines

BG East introduces a couple of tough, muscular newcomers in the opening match of Undagear 22. Archer and Jakeno take their grappling seriously as you can tell by watching them train for their imminent competition. Their strong bodies are combat ready and built to rumble. We thought they might make a terrific tag team, so we invited them to our Sunshine State compound for a look-see and maybe a little friendly sparring.

The two seemed to hit it off quickly. Both are clearly experienced wrestlers, both share an interest in MMA, and both grew up believing that competition is the essence of the good life. Jakeeno looks like a hardcore roughneck type, buzzcut and body ink, not exactly a badboy, but a big man who believes in living life according to a core set of principles like hard work, quiet reliability, self-discipline and domination on the mats or in the ring.

Archer, 25 lbs lighter and a few inches shorter, looks from first impressions more like the showboating pretty boy type, blond, blue-eyed and handsome as hell. But for all that he’s no less tough, no less committed to the art and science of hand-to-hand combat, and no less ready to go all-out motherfucker in a pinch. And he’s not new to the scene either.

Archer offers to hold the heavy bag as Jakeno works on his punch. From the first jab it’s clear Jakeno is a natural born fighter. The bare knuckles of his left hand land on the leather with a solid smack. The bag absorbs most of the shock of impact, but you can tell that Archer feels it too. The muscles bunch up on Jakeno’s shoulders at the base of his neck as his whole body tenses up, tiger-like, transforming itself into a fighting machine. Jakeno mixes punches with a side kick or two. Archer encourages him, spouting advice and praising the power of his arms, as the tension slowly but surely mounts.

Then it’s Archer’s turn to show what he’s made of. Jakeno holds the bag as Archer describes every move he makes, explaining the importance of form as well as brute force, no doubt an important lesson for any BGE battler. Then it’s Jakeno’s turn again. The punches gain momentum, almost as if Jakeno wants to punch THROUGH the bag.

Again, the tension gets amped up a notch. Archer warns Jakeno to lighten up. Jakeno comes back even harder, pushing Archer closer to the wall. Finally, Archer drops the bag, saying, “Dude, c’mon, man, I’m trying to train.” “Do somethin’ about it,” Jakeno responds with a leer, arms wide open, inviting the smaller man to strike first. The fight in on!

Archer vs Jakeno Enzi: “I’m Not Playing Around Anymore, Man”

You wanna fight? You don’t have to ask Archer twice. Archer and Jakeno lock arms, pushing. They break, and Jakeno takes a too-slow swing at Archer’s chin. Archer dodges the fist and nabs the taller man in a full nelson. For all his size and strength, Jakeno has to struggle, his whole body heaving and writhing while Archer’s nelson stays tight as a Yale lock. Finally the big man heaves himself free and turns to face his opponent.

So far, Jakeno is not making as good a show of himself as he expected. Here’s where Archer’s speed and strategy come into play. He stays one step ahead of the lumbering skinhead and floors him, applying a full-body arm lock. Jakeno takes full advantage of his thick, dense muscle to pry himself loose and flip Archer over. The two separate and get back on their feet. “All right, you ready?” Archer says, flintily squaring off against Jakeno, “I’m not playing around anymore, man.” The fight is on.

They seem to be enjoying themselves, all the more so the rougher the action gets. Jakeno’s eyes light up every time he catches sight of Archer readying himself to pounce. He eyes his eager opponent up and down. “Pretty strong for a girl,” he taunts, affably. Archer’s face gives almost nothing away, but its intensity in the midst of the brawl suggests a keen mind at work, determinedly taking in every inch of the big man as if trying to solve an engrossing riddle. He climbs all over Jakeno, navigating his way up each strong limb, trying to drag him down or choke him out.

The battle escalates without showing either man with a clear and obvious advantage until a sudden, deftly applied MMA move forces one to submit to the other. The second fall gathers intensity, as the two wrestlers get down to business and start wearing themselves down to nubs. An old-school pro hold, a riskily applied backbreaker, evens the score.

The third and final fall finds the wrestlers all warmed up for a fight to the finish, with hardly a trace of the friendly, easygoing tussle we started with. After the third fall, though, these dudes are still raring to tear into each other, leading to a decisive finisher, a clean, mean sleeper, the kind BG East has built its worldwide reputation on! A terrific debut by two stunning and very sexy hot lookers with lots of muscle and know-how!

Braden Charron vs Galen Welsh: Submission Emission!

Good Things Don’t Always Come in Small Packages

When it comes to wrestling gear, for many of us fans and participants, less is often more. What better way to celebrate the spectacle of sweat and power than with every hard line of muscle on display as briefs, speedos, or even thongs struggle to contain a bulging package and little else? Our wrestlers certainly agreed, because they put it all on the line this time. Few things could make a match between wrestlers of this caliber more tantalizing, but putting up stakes will do the trick. It’s more than just the pride of winning this time, in StripStakes the loser truly walks away peeled and empty-handed.

Braden Charron has known the feeling of undisputed victory many times before. His powerfully muscled body has brought even the biggest men to their knees, and not many come bigger than Braden. Galen Welsh may just be one of the few, however. This impressive specimen stands head and shoulders over even the usually imposing Braden.

And it’s not just his height that amazes; this towering figure displays rippling muscles stretched across his exceptionally expansive frame. Welsh has height and weight going into this match-up and his body is pumped and primed to dish out some serious punishment, will we see beefy Braden laid low, submitted and stripped, by this towering newbie? Or will Braden be able to dig down deep into all that beefy muscle, hard won skill and experience from his past matches and topple the giant?

From our first look at the scene in the BG Arena, Braden’s chances of earning his “Giant-Killer” title do not look promising. Welsh stands in a green singlet and shorts stretched tight over his form, curling and pumping his biceps at the thought of the match to come. He may just barely fall short of Braden’s bodybuilder proportions, but with each peak of those bulging arms it’s difficult to imagine an opponent Galen Welsh couldn’t crush.

Enter Braden, beefy chest wrapped in fitting purple spandex, ever confident even as he sizes up the BIG challenge awaiting him. Their eyes meet at ringside, and while Braden’s forced to look up to match Galen’s gaze, he isn’t backing down. The veteran’s cocky attitude invites a new display of muscle from the eager rookie as Galen poses for his latest admirer. Braden gives us a glimpse of the tactics it will take to bring him down blindsiding the big man with a meaty forearm that brings big Galen Welsh to his knees.

Braden asserts his dominance by stripping Galen’s shorts, leaving the newbie with one less prize to lose before the end. Galen is unfazed. The giant swings his legs over the top rope as he climbs into the ring to put the preening poser in his place. The ring actually shakes as two mountains of muscle circle each other. Welsh pointedly demonstrates his advantage by raising an arm too high for Braden to lock up, but the muscled stud answers by slamming both palms to the big man’s chest before following up with a powerful forearm to Galen’s chest. Braden presses the attack, running straight at Welsh, but a devastating (and huge) boot from the big man drops the bodybuilder to the mat, hard.

Braden Charron vs Galen Welsh: Someone Better Yell Timber!

How To Lose Your trunks – And Your Load!

Braden rolls on the mat, dazed as Galen calmly steps over him before hefting the huge man up in a neck-cranking full nelson. Braden’s moans betray his desperation as he feels the power bearing down on him; he fights harder and harder for even a moment’s relief. The vet shows his wiles though, as he shakes Welsh loose just enough to go for his eyes. Braden drags the briefly blinded rookie to the mat and goes to town on those long, thick legs. His inexperience showing, Welsh is caught in painful leg-splitting holds until finally even the powerful newcomer must submit, if only to be able to walk away intact.

Forced to strip out of his undergear to just his singlet, Galen quietly fumes and promises to pay the bodybuilder back in a big way. Braden quickly shuts down the attempted comeback, however, and keeps the momentum going working Welsh over in the corner. But Braden is suddenly scissored between massive thighs threatening to snap even the beefy bodybuilder clean in two. Braden tries to stay strong, but determination only goes so far against such power. Finally the would-be rookie wrecker submits, writhing in agony on the mat until Welsh demands his prize. Slowly stripped out of his singlet and down to his purple poser, Braden continues to grimace in pain.

Slow to recover, Braden hasn’t seen the last of Walsh’s brutal scissors treatment. He tries to answer with gut and spine-bashing cornerwork and some punishing holds of his own, but Welsh shuts him down with crushing bearhugs. Both wrestlers are battered and bruised as they try to survive the sheer power of their opponent, each man stripped again in turn. The beatings drag on, each stud with less to lose until finally we come to the end. This is StripStakes, and everyone here knows how this must end for the loser.

Veteran and rookie alike plan to take this match to the limit, and even make this “stakes” match live up to its name. The loser will be left with nothing to carry out of the ring, not even his pride. This match doesn’t end with the loser simply stripped bare. The victor claims one more prize, as the loser is forced one last time, not to submit… but to emit. Humiliated in one final submission hold, the fallen warrior must cum under threat of a knockout loss. Two astoundingly proud musclemen means this match ends when the winner has taken everything the loser has to offer, and satisfied his own erotic desires as well, leading to one final, explosively dominant display of manhood.

Z-Man vs Kip Sorell: Best Bodies Demand a Recount

Don’t think Z-Man didn’t appreciate BG East fans voting him winner of the title of Best Body of 2013. As far as he’s concerned, the accolades are long overdue. Among the phenomenal physiques that populate our roster, Z-Man is truly a standout when it comes to maintaining an astonishing level of conditioning. He’s never heard of a “cheat day” (when it comes to his training, at least), and day in and day out, he shows up for every match in outstanding shape. He’s sculpted every inch of his gorgeous body into an impeccably toned, sexy-as-hell monument to aesthetic muscle. BG East voters know it. Z-Man knows it. Somehow, though, Kip Sorell didn’t get the memo.

While Kip appreciated you voting him winner of Debut of the Year, the ripped young physique star was less gracious about failing to sweep all of the other categories like Best Butt, Best Abs, and particularly, Best Body. Although he has enjoyed precious little success in wrestling so far, Kip likes to pride himself on putting every opponent to shame regarding physical conditioning. And unquestionably, the handsome hunk has one of the hardest, hottest, most defined muscle physiques wrestling fans have ever seen.

Kip has yet to pull off a wrestling victory – well, other than the high honor of being selected as a BG East cover boy and becoming an almost overnight sensation and new fan favorite. But the one defeat that really sticks in the young stud’s craw didn’t even occur in the ring or on the mats. No, the one “loss” which bugs him the most is losing the fan poll for the title of Best BG Body to The Z. With the steady flow of locker room trash talk directed at sensitive Kip’s non-existent win record, and some gentle goading about Z-Man’s many magazine covers and physique mag lay-outs, it was inevitable that two of the best bodies and best looking stars at BG East would eventually collide in the ring. And in this particular case, Kip was willing to travel more than 1500 miles to make it happen!

Standing alone in the BG East Florida ring, Kip can’t take his eyes off of the physical perfection smiling back at him in the mirror as he waits for Z-Man to come to the ring. His all-over tan is perfectly complimented by his stark white form-fitting trunks. Flexing for his own delight, Kip concludes once again that there’s no one who comes close to having achieved this level of peak conditioning. When Z-Man jogs up to the ring, he quickly disabuses the rookie of the notion that the Best Body title was delivered into the wrong hands. “What do we got going on here, a freaking pose off by yourself!?” Z-Man scoffs.

Muscle by muscle, these two stunning studs put on a truly awe-inspiring, eye-popping show of male muscular pulchritude to compare and contrast whose particular packaged beef is bigger, whose is stronger, and most importantly, whose is most beautiful. Z-Man’s luscious, bouncing pecs simply dwarf Kip’s ample chest, but Kip remains unimpressed. “You might have the size,” he admits, “but I’ve got the striations.”

Side by side, the two top competitors for Best Body flex and pose, displaying two sets of the most phenomenal abs, defined legs, and mountainously peaked biceps to ever grace a wrestling ring. Both fitness stars remain convinced of their own superiority, so they agree to test “functional strength” with a traditional arm wrestling contest. Biceps bulge and veins pop, but when Kip scores the smirking, decisive victory, and basks in the afterglow of his victory. Z-Man’s delicate ego can’t handle it. “That’s bullshit! You cheated!” he charges moments before launching a blind-sided attack on his preening opponent.

Z-Man vs Kip Sorell: A Total Body Workout

Kip Sorell has been virtually crushed in every match of his young BG East career thus far, but he takes consolation in knowing that he always gives it his all and that few look as good suffering as does he. Z-Man, however, is determined to demonstrate that the cocky young muscle star comes in a distant second place to Z-Man’s magnificent muscles and superior ring skills. And so he focuses on the heartthrob’s amazing abs first.

Flinging Kip into a corner, he unleashes a battering assault on the pretty boy’s core. Punches and shoulder drives to that solid midsection quickly make Kip’s darkly tanned abdominals burn bright red. Scooped up and trapped helpless upside down in a punishing tree of woe, Kip crumbles under vicious boot strikes pummeling his gut. The momentum is entirely in Z-Man’s court as he drags his opponent around the ring with authority, finally wringing a weeping submission from Kip, using a stunningly sexy abdominal stretch with an ab claw finisher to make the pretty muscle hunk scream.

“What’s the matter? The abs can’t take it!?” Z-Man taunts, enjoying the sight of all of Kip’s vaunted muscles writhing on the mat. Just breaking down the upstart’s abs isn’t going to be nearly enough to satisfy the bruised ego of the Best Body of 2013. Body part by body part, Z-Man intends to destroy Kip one muscle group at a time. Chops and stomps to the chest soften up the stunned stallion, but when Z-Man digs his fingertips deep into the muscled flesh of Kip’s trembling pecs, the pretty boy’s blood curdling scream of submission adds another brick as Z-Man rebuilds his damaged ego.

Both of these muscle stars have been on the receiving ends of breathtaking brutality in the past, so it’s little wonder that they’ve learned a thing or two about delivering some punishment of their own – and there’s no love lost between these two beauties! When Z-Man flings Kip into a corner, the resilient battler bounces back and hip tosses the veteran commandingly. Holding onto the momentum with both hands, Kip slams his stunned opponent down again the moment that Z-Man reaches his feet. With such phenomenal physiques and inflated egos, neither ring hunk is going down without a fight! What Z-Man thought would be an easy romp over Kip is turning out to be a real challenge.

The Best Body title continues to be contested as the wrestlers trade shots at muscle after muscle. One shocked stud can barely stand after soaking in a tidal wave of assault to his knees and hamstrings. A concentrated lower back attack threatens to cripple the powerful physique of an overwhelmed award winner. “This is a total body workout today!” the cocky dominator crows as his opponent starts to crumble and crack.

Dignity stolen and body broken, a gasping fitness star finds himself hanging from the ropes outside of the ring, each and every muscle group being revisited for gratuitous torture. Finally the wasted hunk is sleepered out cold, leaving the decisive victor to demonstrate muscle by muscle his aesthetic superiority, flexing seductively alongside the unconscious loser. Nominations for the Best of 2014, anyone?

Dash Decker vs Gage Cardona

Massive bodybuilder Dash and his spectacular ripped body has been in high demand for fitness photographers around the world, and he’s also had instant success since stepping into the Rock Hard ring. He’s won both of his matches in impressive fashion and has been intimidating the roster with his huge size and impressive power. Lately, he’s noticed that street punk, bad boy Ethan Andrews has been breaking in the rookies, but he wants his shot at that enjoyment. So, we granted his wish and in this match takes on newbie Gage Cardona.

Gage is an up-and-coming MMA fighter and stunt man who submitted his pics and resume asking for a chance to join the roster. He’s a non-stop talker in the ring, much like Alex Waters, but does he have the stuff to back it up? He must have drawn the short straw in the locker room, because he’s significantly smaller than Dash, nearly 50 pounds lighter, so he’ll need to rely on is speed and stamina to have any chance of victory in this big vs small match. Both guys are decked out in red trunks and black boots, but there’s no mistaking who’s who in this match up. Perhaps Gage was trying to play some mind games with the bodybuilder? He starts the trash talking right away, and even flexes a double bicep pose in Dash’s face, but Dash is not shaken by either the taunting or the rookie’s puny muscles.

Once Dash has heard enough, he tosses the rookie into opposite corners, and then connects with a boot to his gut to show he’s not going to be messing around with the lightweight. As Gage leans against the ropes coughing from the wind being knocked out of him, Dash moves in to deliver more kicks to every part of the rookie’s lean muscled body. Dash continues the control, head flips him out of the corner, then clamps his massive arms around Gage’s throat and begins choking him out. The rookie has barely stopped talking since the match started and he continues talking as Dash has his bicep wrapped around his throat, trying to say something about ‘you’re kind of a weak…’ but he isn’t able to finish his sentence as Dash dials up the pressure with his bulging bicep. He toys with the rookie, first squeezing the breath out of him, then allowing him a quick second to breath.

Dash release the hold, then connects with an elbow drop to the back and follows that up with a single leg boston crab variation. Dash and his massive muscles continue initiating Gage; whipping him into the corner turnbuckle then driving a shoulder deep into the newbie’s abs, he make’s Cage suffer first in an extreme camel clutch then in a back breaking boston crab that has him crying in pain. But Gage is able to fend off the pain and shows some resiliency, he kips to his feet, saying ‘that’s the thing with us little guys we’re flexible’ and he dives into a double leg takedown. He drives Dash to the mat then starts wailing punches into the bodybuilder’s awesome abs before locking an arm bar on the stunned ‘chosen one’. Dash is able to get to his feet, but the quick rookie gets behind him and astonishingly is able to throw the 200 pound bodybuilder back over his shoulder and back down to the mat.

Gage has been able to use his quickness, aerial abilities, and speed to gain the upper hand on the much bigger bodybuilder. That ends up being short lived though, when both men are getting to their feet Dash again connects with a stiff boot to the lightweight’s abs that sends him crumbling in the ropes. The ‘chosen one’ lifts Gage by his hair to his feet, then whips him across the ring to deliver a clothesline that sends him flying to the mat. Gage doesn’t relent with the trash talking, asking ‘is that all you got bitch?’ which only adds fuel to Dash’s fire. The bodybuilder begins a methodical, deliberate attack on the lightweights back. Every chance Dash has he pounds, stomps and inflicts pain on Gage’s back. In between, he hoists him into a full nelson and flails his lifeless body around the ring.

With the sweat dripping off both bodies, Dash decides it’s time to end this round. He lifts Gage up into a front facing bear hug, his powerful arms around the rookie and wrings the energy out of his body until he extracts a screaming submission to end round one. Dash flexes his sweat soaked muscles over his fallen prey.

Dash Decker vs Gage Cardona: Round 2

Round two opens with Dash confidently relaxed in his corner asking the rookie ‘you alright? you want to call it quits?’. Gage tries turning the tables on the smack talk claiming Dash hasn’t stopped talking since the match began. Unfortunately for Gage he isn’t able to turn the tables with the smack talking nor the wrestling.

The two lock up and again Dash takes control. He shoves Gage into the corner and thrusts his shoulder several times into his six-pack, then ab bashes him with his fist. As the rookie suffers, the bodybuilder flips him to the center of the ring, then wraps his tree trunk thighs around Gage’s 29” waist and squeezes this shit out of him. While Gage suffers he continues to run his mouth, so Dash wraps his hand around his throat and tells the rookie to shut up!

Gage is able to get a few licks in on Dash’s muscle bound body, nearly catching him in a submission with one of his mma holds, but the muscle and size difference is just too much for the rookie to overcome. Dash both toys with him and tortures him with an arsenal of holds that even the best guys on the roster would have difficulty surviving. In the end Dash torments Gage in a brutal submission hold until he gives multiple times. The poor rookie gets smashed and dashed in his debut match. Not sure if this match was more of an initiation or a hazing, but one thing is certain, Dash enjoyed every minute!

Austin Cooper vs Richie Douglas: Varsity Letterman Meet Mr. Hyde

On the one hand, Austin Cooper is timelessly sexy. He’s every ounce the blue-eyed, golden boy beefcake stud who first showed up at BG East three years ago with an accomplished amateur wrestling background and a burning desire to dominate the competition. He’s perennially handsome, beautifully muscled, and fiercely competitive. But on the other hand, we honestly have no idea who’s going to show up when we book Austin these days. A decided change has come over our All-American happy warrior hunk.

Like Dr. Jeckyll and Mr. Hyde, Austin is two remarkably different wrestlers rolled up inside of one powerfully hot body. Will it be Austin the rule-abiding, patriotic babyface, coloring entirely within the lines and counting on skill and strength to succeed, or will it be Austin the merciless, soul crushing heel, as dismissive of the rules as he is contemptuous of his opponents? One Austin Cooper is consistently dangerous, out hustling and overpowering 9 out of 10 opponents with ferocious focus, superior wrestling and unbridled muscular power. The other Austin Cooper, however, will just seriously fuck you up!

Handsome young rookie Richie Douglas was hoping and praying that it would be babyface Austin who he would be facing for his very first BG East match. Freckled and fair, Richie is long, lean and achingly adorable. His recent glory days were spent as a varsity letterman high school quarterback, but Richie has wrestled enough to know just how much he has yet to learn. Someone with the resume of Austin Cooper would seem an ideal teacher to show an eager rookie the ropes. If it’s good-natured, play-by-the-rules Austin he faces, Richie figures this could be his big break as a rising star on the wrestling scene. Lacing up his boots and slipping into his very brief designer red trunks with “BANG!” printed provocatively across his hotly muscled ass, Richie pauses to reflect and then says one more prayer that Austin will be in a good mood before he heads to the ring.

Doctor Cooper is already warming up in the ring, shadow boxing with sparring gloves on. He’s picture perfect in gun metal square cut trunks that accentuate the beautiful bulges that make him such a fan favorite. He doesn’t notice at first when the rookie climbs onto the ring apron. “I thought this was supposed to be a wrestling match,” sparkling-eyed Richie The Rookie smiles good-naturedly by way of introduction.

“Are you talking to me?” Austin asks, contempt dripping from his tongue. The “oh-shit” look on Richie’s face says it all. It’s vile, sadistic Austin Cooper-cum-Mr. Hyde staring back at him from inside the ring. “Who are you!?” Austin demands, but not interested enough to wait for an answer. Instantly he punches the new kid in the gut and tosses the quarterback unceremoniously in the ring. Half a second later, handsome young Richie is tied up in the ropes and playing punching bag to the vicious, gorgeous, heartless split-personality veteran going to town beating the living hell out of the rookie’s long, lean abs.

Austin Cooper vs Richie Douglas: Hey, Richie The Rookie! School’s Back In Session!

Richie Douglas was hoping to break into the BG biz, but within the first minute of his debut match, he’s just hoping not to be literally broken by the big badass brutalizing his rock hard core. When Coop gives the rookie an open shot at the veteran’s washboard (“because this is too easy!”), Richie unloads a flurry of fists into his opponent’s abs. He’s not as big as Coop, but he’s got a solid punch backed by a roaring rush of fear-stoked adrenaline. The blows keep flying until the rookie actually tires himself out.

“Really?!” Austin asks incredulously. “That’s your best shot?” The brutal veteran proceeds to take the former varsity letterman right back to school, stopping along the way to introduce Richie to every muscle pounding method of abdominal torture in the book. Scooping the rookie up in his arms like nothing at all, Austin stretches Richie face down across a top turnbuckle and drives bone crunching knee lifts into the kid’s gut. Hoisting the kid back in his arms, Austin delivers a 1-2 punch, first pounding Richie down in a spine snapping over-the-knee backbreaker before instantly scooping him back up, flipping him over, and dropping him down viciously in an over-the-knee gut buster. The rookie is already struggling to suck down air, but evil Austin is just getting started.

“How does that feel?” Austin asks disinterestedly as he begins to pry Richie back up to his feet. “Fuck you!” the varsity letterman snarls back, promising he’s never going to give up. And even Austin has to admit that the rookie is made of tougher stuff than he’d expected, sucking down shoulder blocks, breath-stealing bodyscissors, and a barrage of boots trampling the new kid’s core, but stubbornly refusing to admit when he’s in way over his head. “I got to give it to you,” Austin concedes. “You are a trooper!”

The longer the rookie defies Austin’s command to submit, the darker the heartless heel grows. He literally picks Richie up off the mat by his fingers clawed deeply into the letterman’s quivering abs. The rookie never gets a chance to catch his breath. Little more than a rag doll, Richie is suspended off his feet in a flailing reverse bearhug that leaves the rookie screaming in agony, even as it shows off his sweat soaked, ripped young body.

Perhaps the vow that he would never submit was a bit over the top for the rookie, particularly when he’s faced with the dark side of one of our most dangerous wrestlers. Soon enough, Austin squeezes out a squealing, desperate plea of submission as he bounces the pretty boy’s bruised abs across Austin’s massive shoulder. Moments later, he makes the varsity letterman beg for mercy hung upside down in a tree of woe with Austin’s boot heel grinding into his gut, making the crushed quarterback beg. “So you were the one that said, ‘I thought this was a wrestling match,’ huh?” Austin asks. “Well guess what, you got just what you wanted.” Well now, so did we!

This match is a throwback to Alex’s very first match at Rock Hard. He’s been an instant hit with the fans since bursting onto the scene last year, appearing in and winning the majority of his 10 matches to date. This is an opportunity to see how this current superstar started out his career and is an exclusive superstar to RHW. He sure didn’t have luck on his side when he got matched up against the brawny veteran Austin for the first time he steps into the squared circle.

Coop has been on top of the underground scene the last several years, and has acquired both the technique and the chops to climb into the ring with anybody out there. Both of these hunks possess huge biceps; Alex’s massive arms peak at 16 inches, while Coop’s eye-popping biceps measure an incredible 17 inches.

Austin Cooper vs Alex Waters: Round 1

This match is set up to be a battle of the biceps! Round one begins with Alex in the ring, sporting his now signature blue/black trunks and white boots. But any fan of Alex will know that he has since switched to black boots after becoming a bad boy on the roster. In this match, it’s clear that he’s been trash talking from the second he stepped into our ring. As he waits for Coop to arrive he starts running his mouth. Coop flies into the ring over the top rope, and doesn’t hold back, asking ‘is it Alex or Alexis?’ playing mind games with the then rookie.

They circle and lock up, as Austin seizes control with a headlock. He hip tosses Alex to the mat, and wraps his brawny arms around Alex’s neck as he lay on the mat, nearly popping his head off from the pressure. He releases the headlock and straddles the rookie stud, pinning his arms to the mat with his knees sending a signal to the rookie that the redhead’s the one with the superior muscle in this match. Coop continues to school Alex by putting him through a series of painful holds; a tight leg scissors, a rear choke hold, a reverse bear hug, before scooping him up to slam him back to the mat.

Coop lifts the bad boy up to his feet, shoves him into the corner then drives a shoulder into his abs and shoves his boot across his throat as Alex slumps in the corner. The veteran then drags the muscle hunk to the center of the ring his ankles, cleans the mat by swirling his body around the ring, then walks him over to the ropes and chokes him out over the lower rope. It’s fun to watch how Alex’s first several minutes in the Rock Hard ring transpired, and at this point it’s hard to envision the success he’s had since.

Perhaps this rough start in his rookie debut helped form the foundation of his mental and physical toughness that he’s shown in recent matches. Halfway through round one, when Coop gets a little cocky and leaves an opening, Alex is quick to seize the control. He attacks Coop’s back with a series of stomps, then straddles over him and shoves his face into the mat asking if he likes it? That cocky attitude has been there since the beginning! He pulls back hard on Coop’s chin in a camel clutch, then ab bashes him while he has him backed against the ropes.

But Austin can take a beating and keep on ticking. He reverses the momentum as the rookie proudly poses his money making muscles, and Coop will make him pay. He pounds on Alex’s muscles while he makes him suffer. Coop chokes nearly chokes him out with a rear choke hold, transitions that to an arm bar, then lifts him in a reverse bear hug and tosses face first into the corner turnbuckle. Alex’s body slumps to the mat, and Coop knows he has the cocky boy set up for a submission.

Coop wraps his massive thighs around Alex’s neck, sapping the energy out of him, then laces Alex’s muscled body through the ropes and slaps on an ab stretch. Alex is tied up with no way to escape. Coop pulls back on Alex for maximum pressure and bashes his abs, he wants to hear the cocky boy cry out a submission not once but multiple times before he finally releases the hold. Once the rookie submits multiple times, Austin shoves him down to the mat, then places his boot on top of his conquest and flexes his massive 17” biceps to claim success in round one.

Austin Cooper vs Alex Waters: Round 2

Round two starts with the cocky frat boy stating ‘round two’s mine’, and Coop responds asking ‘I don’t know why you’re even still here?, you just got your ass kicked’. The two studs lock up in a test of strength, their colossal arms flexing and straining to gain an advantage. Coop out muscles Alex, forcing him back into the corner turnbuckle and begins pounding away on his killer abs. Coop continues to rule the ring, driving his claws into Alex’s pumped-up pecs, then squeezing his powerful arms around his tiny waist, and continuing to stomp and pound away on the rookie’s piping hot body. That is until Alex reveres the action by throwing him across the ring into the opposite turnbuckle.

The muscle hunk goes to work on the big redhead; pounding his face into the mat, connecting with knees to the ginger’s rib cage, and wraps his own powerful legs around Coop’s waist to squeeze the shit out of him. This cocky boy knows how to dish out the punishment, and is resolute in evening this match up at one round a piece. Once Alex has worked over every muscle on Coop’s body, he punishes him in the corner as a prelude to a submission. He drags Coop up to his feet and hoists him up across his back into a crucifix. The brawny redhead’s muscular body is stretched out on display across Alex’s broad shoulders.

Coop claims he’s not going to give, but Alex says “I’m going to break your back’ as he begins to bounce the redhead up and down in pain. Coop groans in pain and ultimately cries out a submission to end round two. The cocky frat boy places his boot on Coop’s back, stares down on him and taunts ‘find me somebody else to torture’ as he triumphs in round two. This battle of the biceps between two powerful studs is going to a third round to decide a victor.

Will Coop’s 17” python biceps be able to control the cocky stud, or does Alex and his 16” guns prevail in his debut match against the seasoned tactician? All the exhilarating action goes back and forth in round three, and with the sweat starting to drip off their mouth-watering physiques, one of these two claims the win by proudly posing his gigantic biceps in sweet victory.