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Connor Cross vs Aidan Calder: Who is that Masked Monkey Man?

Connor has been around. From aspiring fitness model to go-go dancer, his smoldering ripped physique has always opened doors. Now the cocky babyface who debuted on BG East’s Motel Madness 12 vs street tough Arn, wants to wrestle bigger men, climb to higher heights. He wants to put his stunning physique to the test, sure that his big muscles can withstand any punishment, overcome any opposition. Since his first taste of wrestling, he now wants to be number 1 on the stage, number 1 in the gym and number 1 on the mats.

Just as this go-go dancer and athlete was seeking out a worthy opponent to burnish his growing self-image, he heard from a hot masked wrestler online, one who claimed to be a bouncer at one of the many London dance clubs. Having eyed some of those muscled ‘monkey men’ (English Jamaican slang for bouncer) during his nights dancing, Connor’s eager to discover if this or any bouncer is as badass a fighter as he is a looker. And this one was a looker! With tanned physique and bodybuilder muscles, the hot hunk would not show his identity in his posts. But the rest of his bulging musculature aroused Connor’s ego like no other, enough that he planned on destroying this badass masked challenger.

Chatting before their meet up, Aidan emphasized rules and pinning. Not sure whether to take this seriously — after all he was a bouncer! — Connor happily agreed to these ‘rules.’ Whoever gets the most pins wins, but submissions would be allowed along the way. Unbeknownst to him, Aidan was on the prowl for something altogether different. Hoping to repeat the arousing wrestling debut from Motel Madness UK: Sexfight against Rob Chandler, he couldn’t wait to grapple down this hot dancer he’d eyed at the clubs. Eager to protect his job and reputation, he would wrestle masked. Connor had “no problem with that, neither.”

Connor agrees to meet the mystery man in his favorite hotel-cum-mattress-room. Aidan arrives in a leopard print mask and matching trunks (!) and they eye each other as they stretch their impressive physiques. The reference to BG East’s godfather of leopard-print is not lost on newcomer Connor, who has studied his heel-history. Would this guy have a mean streak? To show how unafraid he is, he has worn the requested pair of butt hugging, revealing white bikini trunks.

Connor is wary at first. The tanned muscle stud, well-built to eject unruly patrons, looks even more intimidating up close. “What do you got?” challenges the masked man. If anyone is not easily intimidated, it’s deceptively innocent-looking Connor, who quickly dives in, scooping the big man off his feet and throwing him down. Within seconds they are taking turns going for a three-count pin, and each only reaches two before the other muscles out. But true to form, the bouncer’s gut punches go from rule-bound to ‘the business’, and he clamps Connor’s head in his muscled thighs and headscissors his erstwhile dancer while punching his gut, until Connor has no choice but to give. This is just the beginning of a furious exchange of pins, gut bashing, and muscle tests, but Connor’s swollen ego is already bruised…

Connor Cross vs Aidan Calder: From Rules to Ruthless

“You shouldn’t have done that!” says Connor as the bouncer poses with his boot on the stunned babyface’s chest. A muscle popping test of strength goes the bouncer’s way as well, as he begins to fancy what he’ll do to this dancer when he’s done. Then Connor summons his inner cocky and powers the bouncer to the ground, only to lose his arm bar to another rain of gut punches. Connor counterattacks with his own barrage of punches and elbows to the abs as Aidan tries again to pin him. Connor goes all out, unwilling to concede, but not quite willing to break the rules when his three count pin is partially ‘off limits’ of the mattress. But he goes one step beyond and manages instead to wrestle Aidan’s mask right off! So much for rules!!

The infuriated Aiden, his face revealed, now escapes Connor’s schoolboy pin and pulls his legs apart for another submission. “You shouldn’t have done that!” Aidan crows back, schoolboy pinning the alabaster musclebody and covering Connor’s face with his own mask. He traps his blinded opponent in another even meaner headscissors and demands another submission, enjoying seeing Connor’s cries of “Never” turn to “I give!”

In this battle of wills and ego’s, the Marquis of Leopardsbury’s rules now reign. Connor is desperate to snatch a victory and resorts now to low blows, chokes, and relentless ab punching to bring down the muscled brute. “You look better in a mask,” he taunts, before digging deep, twisting the stunned Aidan into a single leg crab submission, near-pin and then another submission with an ankle lock/bodyscissors combo! It’s looking like the confident show-off can fight by any rules or no rules.

Flexing to show he’s got the psychological momentum, Connor insults Aidan again and gets a slap in the face, but Aidan cannot resist flexing in turn as the peaks and punches alternate in this heating battle. This match has entered a new phase, and both wrestlers sense their egos on the line, their original intentions forgotten as they refocus on one goal: ‘destroy!’ From a knockout bearhug with bulging physiques on perfect display, to a ‘never say die’ choke sequence, this match is only going to end with one muscle stud totally triumphant, and with his opponent knocked out on the motel room floor. The gloves and masks are off in this intense battle of egos and wills!

Kid Karisma vs Zion Brown: “Whatever It Takes!”

Zion Brown is 100% American Grade-A beef. Just a few months after completing his service with the best fighting force on the planet, Zion was uncertain about what to do with himself as he transitioned back to civilian life. Military trained in hand-to-hand combat, with a phenomenal physique carved out of MREs and a fanatical commitment to combat readiness, he is left with a wicked washboard, big juicy pecs, and a luscious, muscled ass. But aside from defending your country, what’s an earnest, combat-trained, hardbodied hunk to do? Wrestle for BG East, that’s what stacked young Zion was destined for next!

Zion requested a tryout with the Boss himself, but there’s a chain of command at BG East. Woe to the handsome, hot rookie who tries to start at the top. The Boss tapped fellow member of the Kid-Club, his trusted lieutenant Kid Karisma to take a look at what Zion has to offer the company. Initiating a recruit fresh out of the service, hardwired to obey orders, and built like a Nubian god? Kid Karisma was donning fatigues and barking orders faster than a doe-eyed rookie could say, “Yes, sir!” Under initial interrogation, he demanded to know how much muscle stud Zion really wanted this shot at joining the BG East ranks. “More than anything, SIR!” the ripped rookie snapped to attention. “And what are you willing to do for it, private!?” Kid Karisma spat in his face. “Whatever it takes, SIR!”

Assigned to wear an extremely brief and patriotic pair of trunks, Zion preps for his tryout in the BG East gym, priming his pumped muscles to perfection. Kid Karisma arrives, barking with contempt “What do we have here?!” The Boss’ charismatic Kid is stunningly shredded, wearing olive drab square cuts, Top Gun shades and a camouflage tactical vest. The interruption throws Zion off his rhythm at the pec deck. “I didn’t tell you to stop!” Kid K barks like a drill sergeant. “Lift, lift, LIFT!!!”

You can almost hear Zion repeating over and over to himself the mantra, “Whatever it takes! Whatever it takes!” as Kid Karisma bullies and bosses him around the gym, turning a light workout into a brutal serving of hunk humiliation. “Private Parts,” Kid Karisma smirks, clearly admiring Zion’s incredible body, “that’s what I’ll call you!” Ordering “Private Parts” to drop and give him 10 push-ups, Kid Karisma plants one of his combat boots in the middle of Zion’s wide upper back, forcing the fresh meat to work twice as hard. Quite literally, Kid Karisma says, “Jump!” and Zion Brown asks, “How high!?… SIR!” But the erotic hazing-in is just beginning, and the depths of Karisma’s humiliating plan are only about to be plumbed…

Kid Karisma vs Zion Brown: Private Parts Climbs the Chain of Command

Ordering the impressively built recruit to the ring, he takes a short cut and wastes no time berating the rookie. “What time is it?! It doesn’t fucking matter ’cause you’re LATE!” he yells at the flustered young hunk. “Now flex for me!” Kid K demands, and earnestly obedient, Zion flashes his mountainous biceps and flexes his diamond carved abs proudly. “Not bad,” Kid K mutters, heaping on faint praise that the eager-to-please rookie soaks up like a sponge.

Dripping with condescension, Kid Karisma extends his arms and orders the new recruit to remove his better’s vest. The red-headed heel displays the legendary fitness and mouthwatering muscles that have earned him accolades, awards, and an army of amorous fans as he waits for the rookie to play valet. It appears Zion has joined this man’s army, unable to resist pausing mid-task to stroke Kid Karisma’s massive biceps and steal and indulgent squeeze of his superior’s awesome pecs. “Yeah, of course you feel me up. I don’t blame you,” Kid K magnanimously permits the newbie the thrill of a lifetime. But when Zion proceeds to toss his tactical vest unceremoniously into a corner, Kid Karisma quickly hits the end of his short fuse and opens up with a full frontal assault on the entirely shocked and awed newcomer.

Zion takes this beating like a seasoned pro, and the more discipline and punishment he soaks up, the more Kid Karisma wants to dish out. When forced to do sit-ups at Kid K’s feet, the recruit doesn’t need to be told twice to kiss Kid K’s crotch on the way up each and every time. When the rookie is tackled to the mat and schoolboy pinned beneath his flexing, preening opponent, Zion doesn’t miss the opportunity to dig his fingers deep and lustfully into Kid Karisma’ award winning ass. If there was any question whether this eager new recruit was ready for BG East’s special blend of wrestling eroticism, Zion’s full throttle enthusiasm for this muscle on muscle manhandling leaves no doubt. He was made for this!

While Karisma is on board with worship of his hot rocking body, he is also fully committed to carrying out the Boss’ orders. He nearly rips the rookie apart with full nelsons, body slams, and soul crushing body scissors. Trapping the handsome hunk’s skull in a standing headscissors, Kid K squeezes gallons of sweat and tears out of the recruit, even while landing stinging slaps to Private Parts’ bodacious butt. Hung out to dry in an inverted reverse bearhug, Zion discovers what it means to be entirely at the mercy of one of the baddest badasses at BG East.

The weaving of corporal punishment and carnal pleasure is electrifying to watch as these two incredible specimens of athleticism and physical beauty test the limits. Not an inch of Zion Brown’s beautiful body is left untested, and he literally goes face-first into every brutal humiliation that Kid Karisma can think of. “You said you’d do whatever it takes, right!?” Kid Karisma asks, having put the military stud through one of the harshest initiations on record. “Yes, SIR!” the destroyed but undaunted recruit bravely barks back. Kid Karisma drags his recruit from the sweat-soaked ring. “Well, let’s go find some soap!”

“It’s not the Size of the Muscle…”

Talk about hunks! This match features two huge helpings of bulging biceps, massive pecs, and ripped abs. Best Body nominee Chace LaChance has fought some of the hottest hunks we’ve come across in recent years, and he’s always on the lookout for fresh meat to test his strength and skill against. Well he certainly hit the jackpot when he heard of bodybuilder and rookie wrestler Cal Bennett. Cal has stepped into the ring with the constantly improving bod of Chace to prove that all those rippling muscles aren’t just for show. The fresh-faced rookie is going to learn fast that it takes more than a rock hard body to survive in a wrestler’s world, and Chace is more than ready to pound that lesson right into the newcomer’s skull.

While Chace has proven himself in the ring, he’s no slouch when it comes to showing off a stunning physique, even challenging Cal to a pose-down before their match. Both men’s muscles look pumped and ready for action, but Chace is quick to explain to the rookie Cal that it’s not size but strength that’ll keep him in the game. Cal doesn’t back down from any challenge. Before the bell rings we’re treated to a deliciously simple display of power as these studs go down to the mat to see who’s arm will win out in a single round of arm-wrestling. After over a minute of biceps bulging and peaking – and glutes shining – it’s Chace’s arm that slowly but surely is brought down to the mat! He reluctantly admits defeat but, sure it must be a fluke, offers Cal a classic standing test of strength. Cal grips Chace’s hands tight, and proceeds to bear down on the man with all his considerable power. Experience or not, Chace may have underestimated this rookie wrestler’s abilities as he’s slowly forced to drop to one knee, then both, before he’s thrown to the mat. Another win to newcomer Bennett.

Chace crawls on his knees, knowing he can’t outmuscle the big man. His mind is working though; his time in the BG East ring has taught him plenty of tricks to take down a towering opponent. The first real shot Cal feels in his wrestling career is a stiff arm lifted right between his legs, and the stud is squirming on the mat before he even knows he’s been hit. Chace stays on top of Cal even as he writhes in pain. He’s not interested in making this rookie’s initiation easy, or even fair. Before Cal can catch his breath, he feels the bicep he beat earlier closing around his throat. The bodybuilder shows his power as he struggles to his feet, even lifting Chace from the mat, but he can’t shake the more experienced wrestler. Cal sinks low, crawling for the ropes. Chace could finish this match only minutes after it’s begun, but he’s not ready to let the newbie off the hook just yet. He drops Cal just long enough for the stud to suck in some much needed air, then drags him back in for more schooling in the ways of the BG East ring.

Bodybuilder Broken!

Chace’s sadistic side starts to shine as he stretches the stud’s limbs to their limits. Cal’s chest muscles look ready to tear as he’s spread wide in the ring, his marvelous abs on full display as he’s moved into a neck breaker. Chace is slow and methodical in breaking the new boy’s body with its many splendors. He rides a camel clutch until the sweating stud screams in agony as his huge shoulders and back are wrenched beyond his endurance.

Cal can only take so much, but he won’t take it lying down. As Chace moves in again the rookie is up in a flash, his hand closing on his tormentor’s throat, shoving Chace into the turnbuckle so hard it shakes the ring. Chace is caught, unable to breathe, but Bennett’s lack of experience shows again as he fails to capitalize. Chace fights through the pain burning in his lungs and drops the massive muscleman with an unexpected kick to his crotch, leaving Cal once more facedown and moaning, not even sure where he is any more.

Chace is careful now, knowing he needs to cripple the powerful stud, and returns to work on that built back. Bennett’s strength shows again in his resistance to Chace’s assault, but his spine can only take so many Boston crabs and full-bodied stomps. Just when he thinks he’s had the worst of it, the rookie’s dragged to his feet, dazed and confused, then into the air, only to come crashing down onto Chase’s waiting knee. It’s a whole new kind of pain for Cal as he’s slammed in multiple backbreakers, his abs abused while his spine spasms. Though this tough muscle hunk refuses again and again to submit, Chace is still far from done. The hellish smile grows on his face as he forces Bennett into the ropes, ties his arms, and exposes the rookie’s vulnerable body.

The beating that follows is long and brutal, both men’s bodies shine with sweat, and Chace can feel the bodybuilder breaking under his blows. Before the end Cal is all but begging for mercy from the savaging under Chace’s new vicious streak. The match continues until the victor has decided to end it. The loser is tied, slammed, and tossed, finally left a wreck in the ring. A hanging sleeper finishes the job and sends a clear signal to the newcomer, it’s not about size or strength, it’s about pain. Classic Hunkbash. Classic BG East.

A Man Called King

At BG East you see plenty of attitude come and go. Some wrestlers have certainly earned the bearing they bring to the ring, while some cocky punks never learn their lesson, but there’s no shortage of fighters here who seem to think they could take on the world. Kelly King may put them all to shame. He took one look at the cream of the BG East crop, and he just laughed, “These guys look like they belong in Playgirl, not a wrestling ring.” To say that while staring down the likes of Austin Cooper or Lane Hartley, the man called King has confidence that certainly lives up to his name. After a challenge like that there were no shortage of opponents willing to take him on, but King cooly promised to demolish each and every one of them. “I’ll leave this roster in ruins,” he laughs, but as soon as he sets eyes on one hunk in particular, he knows which prettyboy he wants to take down first. “I’ll start with him,” he points as a sadistic smile crosses his face, a familiar sight among the most brutal BG East heels. This King may be right at home here after all.

Z-Man answers the newcomer’s challenge with bravado to spare, matching the brawny stud’s ego with his own cocky display. Z-Man certainly qualifies as one seriously pretty face, from his golden hair to his chiseled bod, but fans will know there’s far more to him than just award-winning good looks. He’s gone toe-to-toe with such legends as Kid Karisma and even Jonny Firestorm, and most recently had the ripped, young wrestler Kip Sorell writhing from an agonizing ab-bashing. This is a pretty boy that loves to fight, and the bigger the challenge, the bigger the grin on his face as he steps up to the ring across from his latest adversary.

While Z-Man may be coming up light against the heavyweight King, it’s hard to say which man’s ego tips the scales. Z-Man doesn’t even give King the barest of glances as he enters, instead preferring to focus his attention on the gorgeous image he finds in a nearby mirror. King’s patience wears thin as he watches Z-Man even spend time fixing his hair and demands the match start, coming between the hunk and his well-groomed reflection. Z-Man doesn’t flinch as he faces down the sizable newbie, promising to wipe the mat with King’s face. “And I won’t even need to fix my hair after,” he smiles. This match is all about attitude, and it is on.

“Come on, Pretty Boy!”

From the moment they make first contact, these men seem deadlocked. Z-Man matches the muscled stud blow for blow, never giving an inch. King shakes his head and flashes a cocky smile with each new turnaround, barely hiding his annoyance at the surprising challenge posed by the man he believed was just a cover model, and is there a hint or worry in his eyes too? Z-Man is in top form, his lean muscles rippling as he tests his strength against a burly bruiser. He’s clearly loving every minute of this match as well as the sight of his pro opponent’s muscles bulging and sweating just trying to keep up. King actually finds himself forced to his knees in a test of strength, Z-Man’s dominance almost unquestionable. But even though he’s new to BG East, King is no stranger to the ring, and the pro’s years of experience see him through the toughest fights.

A hard boot to the abs breaks Z-Man’s grip, and the hunk suddenly finds himself facing the mat with his arm nearly twisted off in King’s vicious hold. The tables have turned and King has stepped his game waaay up. He pours on the pressure and his assault is relentless. King twists, stomps, and snaps Z-Man’s arm until the limb looks ready to pop off. From the mats to the ropes and in the corner, Z-Man suffers excruciating pain but refuses to submit. King’s disbelief turns to anger as he tries to wrench a submission from the stud’s failing arm, threatening to leave the pretty boy broken in the ring if he has to. Z-Man’s own BG East ring experience comes in handy however, and he drills his fist to big man’s midsection despite his injuries. King’s barely upright before he’s taken down again, struggling not to submit in Z’s desperate chokehold.

Z-Man catches King in one hold after another. But every time Z-Man thinks he’s got the big man down, another punishing blow to his injured shoulder sends him reeling. King is now determined to make an example of the pretty boy who dared give him such a hard time, working first the arm, and then a leg, leaving Z-Man hobbling around the ring. Backbreakers and chokeholds slow down the chiseled cover model, but even hard punches square to his pretty face can’t take him out of this fight, even if they do leave him hanging over the top rope. King continues to underestimate the resilient stud and pays for it, suffering and squealing on the mats after each comeback. But attitude and ego can only hold up a body for so long, and in the end one of these men is going down and staying there. The intense back-and-forth action culminates in a shot of one hunk KO’d and laid out at the feet of his still-cocky opponent.

The Primal Hunter, The Alpha Male

When it comes to BG East’s resident roster of hard-bodied hunks, they don’t come much more bashable than bodybuilder Brad Barnes, but all that may be in question. Barnes may not be coming into this match with a winning record, having taken his share of beatings from some of the best around, but the devastation he dealt to Mr. Joshua Goodman alongside his tag partner Braden showed us he had the makings of something more than just a muscled, but squashable jobber. Barnes has tasted victory and is hungry for more, but when he hastily signed up for a match against smaller heel hunk Morgan Cruise, he might have looked before he leapt.

Morgan Cruise may be giving up a little size to the beefy Barnes, but the Mastodon is hardly lacking in muscle, and more importantly he has shown his aptitude for delivering the most brutal of beatings on his hapless victims. Cruise has come far since his trial-by-fire initiation against Lon Dumont. The rich kid Damien Rush is still haunted by the humiliation he received from ‘the Alpha Male,’ and while Barnes beat Mr. Joshua Goodman alongside a tag partner, Cruise made playthings of 2 opponents at once when he faced the ‘twink duo’ of Skip and Christian. Barnes may be one of the biggest challenges Cruise has faced yet, but the self-described “primal hunter” is clearly unimpressed as the pretty boy poses in front of him.

Cruise certainly has the look of a hunter as these two muscled men square off, practically licking his lips at thought of bringing down Barnes, but as they lock up it seems the Alpha Male may have been too quick to dismiss the bodybuilder’s ability. Cruise cries out as Barnes catches him in a sudden hammerlock but he’s silenced when a huge bicep comes down on his head in a textbook, but crushing, side headlock. Barnes impressive bulk drags the formerly unshakeable hunter to his knees, Morgan’s struggling making the bigger man’s might all the more apparent. A heel like Cruise doesn’t dominate with strength alone though, and a quick reach to rake Barnes’ face sends the hunk stumbling to the ropes in blind pain.

Barnes stalks around the ring, circling the Mastodon, hungry to bring the Alpha Male down but unsure yet what it takes. Barnes goes in for a test of strength, but Cruise knows better and answers with a heavy boot to those rock-hard abs that has the big man doubled over and open for a blow to the spine that brings the bodybuilder to the mat with a crash. Now the hunter moves in, mounting Barnes back and pulling him into a punishing camel clutch. That big body bends further as Barnes moans in pain, then screams as Cruise fishhooks his mouth, “I’m tempted to mangle that pretty face, so when you look in the mirror you remember the man who beat you…”

Wrestling Hunk, or Tantalizing Hunk of Meat?

Cruise drags the battered Barnes up to the corner, setting up those solid abs for more punishment, before chopping the big man down with a double-axehandle to the spine and more boots to Barnes’ increasingly bruised bod. The bashed hunk manages to stand and walks right into an insulting slap from the once-again dominant Cruise, anger crossing Barnes’ face as he steadies himself. Cruise is clearly in control, not just out to win but to humiliate, and to devastate. He chokes, stretches, and bends Barnes on the mat and on his feet, playing with this mountain of muscle like a cat with a mouse. Two hundred pounds of determined wrestler doesn’t go down so easy though, and with one elbow to the ribs Barnes nearly lifts Cruise clear off his feet. Another blow sends the heel flying off the ropes and up into those massive arms for a brutal body slam. Even Cruise can’t stop himself writhing in pain on the mat as Barnes crashes down on top of him, the bodybuilder finally where he wants to be.

Cruise is forced to his feet, short of breath and options as the Alpha Male gets manhandled by the man he called jobber at the outset of this match. Sinking low, seemingly weak, the heel shows his true colors again with a shot to Barnes’ balls. The tables are turned again as Barnes finds himself face-to-crotch with Cruise’s bulge in the Mastodon’s skull-crushing scissors. Flailing, weakening, the bodybuilder is rolled onto his back, head still squeezed between vice-like thighs as he suffers the first humiliating pin of the match. Unable to stand, Barnes finds himself staring up at the merciless hunter. Cruise may now be ready for the kill, he moves to attack the hunk’s legs, then arms, finally choking him on the mats. Barnes looks about to accept another loss in his BG East career, but suddenly finds his chance and catches the hunter between his own massively muscled legs. Cruise is screaming and struggling between two thighs like tree trunks, but he gets nowhere, and Barnes finally has his way with the alpha male, twisting an arm and a neck, fighting to wring a submission from the Mastodon. Cruise is caught in a death grip and Barnes isn’t letting up until he finds the victory he’s craving. Will it be the bodybuilder’s muscles or the hunter’s instincts that finally break this deadlock?

Whether by strength or sheer tenacity, the fight continues, both men tearing into the other with increasing ferocity. Legs, backs, and even necks look like they may be broken by the punishment both hunks receive. Barnes fights with everything he’s learned against past opponents, but the Mastodon isn’t above more dirty tactics to win. By the end of this match, one wrestler is left out cold on the mat, his opponent staring down mockingly as he’s slowly counted out. But the winner won’t be satisfied with just a count out. Both men came here to prove something, and two egos and bodies have been battered and bruised in this fight. The winner wants to hear the loser screaming out his name in total submission and abject humiliation, leaving the ring with no doubt as to which of these men was the alpha male, and which was just a hunk of meat.

Ty Alexander vs Shane McCall: Class Is In Session

It’s been more than 17 years since Shane McCall won the title of BG East’s “Rookie of the Year.” Shane inaugurated some of our most popular series like Ring Wars and Dark Knights, translating outstanding amateur wrestling credibility into the pro wrestling and erotic context more successfully than perhaps anyone has ever managed. He won more matches than he lost, and more importantly, he never failed to deeply thrill his incredibly loyal army of fans. The years have morphed bear cub Shane into a full-on bear daddy, with a salt-and-pepper beard and a light coat of hair across his torso. He’s 40 pounds heavier than he was when he won Rookie of the Year, and he’s infinitely more experienced and dangerous in the ring. It’s been years since he last wrestled on camera, although he’s remained a fixture in private gay wrestling circles. However it took a special request from Kid Leopard himself to convince Shane to climb back into the ring with the cameras rolling in order to teach a cocky young jobber some long overdue lessons.

That cocky young jobber is, of course, adorable Ty Alexander who has made quite a splash since his first BG East match earlier this year. He’s had that bubble butt of his handed to him every time, but that’s hardly humbled the silky smooth babyface battler. Success can be defined in a variety of ways, and young Ty has quickly developed a fan following that has swollen his ego entirely out of proportion to his win-loss record. The hardcore jobber has become convinced that looking beautiful and filling the most fashionable gear just right are all it takes to strike gold at BG East.

Shane’s assignment is to correct this little misunderstanding and teach Ty that being successful at BG East takes a lot more than posing and looking pretty. In a navy blue singlet, the big, burly veteran finds his pupil ready to claim victory for simply looking so good. “Who the hell are you supposed to be?!” Ty asks incredulously, staring at the 200-pound bear daddy climbing into the ring with him.

“I am the guy that Kid Leopard sent,” Shane snarls humorlessly, “who has a shit load of experience, a shit load of talent, and will hopefully beat some of that into you!” Ty just smirks and turns his back. “You also have a shit load of grey hairs,” the audacious young punk points out.

“Class is in session!” Shane announces, instantly exploiting his more than 50 pound weight advantage to muscle the youngster across the ring and beat the living shit out of him trapped in a corner. “Lesson number 1,” Shane explains, not pausing his beat down for a moment, “do your homework about who you’re wrestling against!”

Ty Alexander vs Shane McCall: Coach and Lesson-Boy

Ty Alexander is immensely proud of his new shock of blond highlights at the crown of his kewpee doll haircut. Shane McCall, on the other hand, is decidedly unimpressed, using the patch of blond as a target for bootstrikes, punches, and elbow drops. He outmuscles, outhustles, and makes mincemeat of the tender veal that is his completely outmatched opponent. Repeatedly, the veteran peels his prey off the mat, scoops him up across his belly, and slams him back down again harder and harder. “You’re fucking useless!” he rages.

It may have been a while since we saw Shane last, but there’s clearly something special about competing underneath the lights, cameras rolling, with nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. “Yeah, this feels good!” he crows, finding his devastating rhythm like Rookie of the Year was yesterday. “It’s been a while, but you know what? I haven’t lost a thing,” he says even while trampling Ty’s gut. Forcing the kid to kneel at his feet, he snaps on standing headscissors, pries Ty’s arms backward and slaps Ty’s vulnerable bubble butt like a stern headmaster.

Shane introduces his stubborn pupil to every brutality that defines the high stakes world of BG East wrestling. Cracked across the veteran’s knee in a savage OTK backbreaker, Ty screams in agony. Flinging the kid to the mat, Shane snarls, “What did you say about these grey whiskers?” dragging his prickly facial hair across Ty’s smooth, unblemished cheeks. The babyface screams in pain, apparently learning lesson number 2: whisker burn hurts like a bitch!

To his credit, Ty seems to get the message that there’s more to wrestling for BG East than a pretty face and an awesome ass. Shane brutalizes him every which way, but over and over, when the veteran moves in for a pin fall, the stubborn babyface kicks free. “Somebody’s not done, huh, Lesson-Boy?!” Shane is more than happy to keep class in session.

Peeling out of his shoulder straps, Shane flexes with one foot planted squarely across young Ty’s quivering chest. He traps Ty’s arms in the ropes and uses his big, burly belly to smother the sputtering lightweight into submission. “Please, please stop!” Ty begs. Shane refuses to relent until his sniveling opponent calls him “coach.” “Please, please stop… Coach!”

But Coach has so much more to teach a naïve young upstart like Ty. Burly bearhugs, ball bashing, corner abuse, and this lesson plan just keeps pounding all over young Ty’s battered body until Coach is fully convinced that the cocky jobber has finally learned a lesson he’s certain to remember. Knocked out cold and stripped naked, Ty is guaranteed never to forget the name Shane “Coach” McCall!

Eli Black vs Rio Garza: Re-Writing Rio

Gorgeous Rio Garza cannot catch a break. He has all of the raw material necessary to be a devastating wrestler. He’s been wildly successful as a fitness model, translating superhuman genetic potential and fierce physical discipline into constructing a physique that is as incredibly powerful as it is stunningly beautiful. He also has several years of BG East wrestling experience under his belt, making him one of our more seasoned competitors today. Of course, he’s had his beautiful ass beat black and blue by nearly every opponent he’s faced, but every loss has taught this world-class athlete a new lesson in how to succeed in the brutal world of BG East wrestling. His fans don’t appear to ever tire of seeing this magnificent muscleman conquered and crushed, but Rio is weary of being king of the jobbers. He wants the taste of unqualified victory!

Our handsome hero thinks that he may have finally caught that break he’s been waiting for when he stares across the ring at his latest opponent, Eli Black. Eli weighs in a full 50 pounds lighter than Rio. Rio’s upper thighs are each thicker than ultra-lean Eli’s waist. Standing toe to toe, Rio stares down from over half a foot height advantage and you can just read that smirk on his handsome face like a book. This is going to be Rio’s day of reckoning!

Unfortunately for Rio, he didn’t do his homework, or else he’d know that Eli Black is one of the most skilled and dangerous fighters at BG East. Other than a humiliating first match loss at the hands of Morgan “the Mastodon” Cruise, Eli has managed to break to pieces every opponent he’s faced, including muscle hunks even bigger than Rio Garza. Ripped to shreds, with confidence abundantly borne out by his successes in amateur, pro wrestling and MMA, Eli can hardly be considered a catchweight underdog despite Rio’s considerable size advantage.

Rio’s tight white trunks strike a stunning contrast with his gorgeous brown skin as he paces, eager to get his hands on the “little guy” across the ring. Playing to his advantages, and playing on Eli’s ego (a trick Rio learned from the best), Rio challenges his opponent to a test of strength. Of course, every ounce of Eli’s insanely carved body is pure muscle, so he holds his own early on, earning grudging respect from the rock hard fitness model. But 50 extra pounds of high quality muscle mass is too much for even cocky Eli to overcome, and Rio first drives him to his knees and then flings him into a corner like a rag doll. “All right, you’re strong,” Eli snarls grudgingly, “but I’ve fought stronger!”

When Rio Garza offers Eli Black another chance to win a test of strength, the wicked-smart lightweight plays to his own strengths, scoring a lightning strike takedown and mounting the musclehunk with authority. Talk about strength! Eli’s whipcord legs snap around Rio’s torso like a vice and make the handsome stud choke on the pain. If Rio imagined he was going to roll right over his smaller opponent, he’s quickly disabused of that notion as he suffers so snugly between Eli’s thighs. But…

Eli Black vs Rio Garza: The “New” Eli Black and Rio Closing the Gap

But all those bulging muscles are built for more than just looking good (though that, they do!), and when Rio muscles free, he stuns his MMA-trained opponent by reversing. The fitness model rolls Eli into tit-for-tat bodyscissors, cockily flipping the trapped scrapper like a rag doll, slamming his flailing opponent humiliatingly back and forth. Rio clearly relishes the unusual position of being in total control, and even when Eli manages to wriggle free, the muscle stud hops up and proudly flexes his pumped biceps with total confidence.

Of course, no one looks as mouthwatering trussed up and tortured as Rio Garza, and Eli has precisely the skills to dominate and display the fan favorite beautifully. The MMA fighter is just so incredibly fast! Rio doesn’t see one move coming before Eli has executed three more devastating holds, pressing the handsome hunk closer and closer to submitting. When Eli chains together a crippling leg lock transitioning into, first, a single, then double leg Boston crab, the stubborn fitness star fights long and hard but finally, frantically slaps the mat before his opponent can snap his knee. “Damn, you’re a good tap dancer!” Eli smirks, “I feel so evil right now! I don’t know if it’s the haircut or my new tattoo, but you’ve never met Eli Black before, so you don’t know how I used to be. But this, this is the new me!” Eli spreads Rio’s legs wide and drives his heel into the hunk’s balls viciously.

Just when you’re ready to chalk this one up to yet another humiliating, outmatched squash for ravishing Rio, the “new” (read: even cockier!) Eli offers a free shot. Classic mistake! Rio takes his opponent’s leg, confidently controls him, and with lessons learned from a long line of hard knocks, he locks on a Boston crab with authority, wrenching on the smaller man’s back. Shocked, Eli wails in agony, futilely attempting to escape from underneath the mountain of muscle bearing down on him. Raging Rio milks his smaller opponent for every ounce of suffering, and then flips him over, schoolboy pinning him as he luxuriously flexes that fan favorite physique.

This is a classic match of speed and skill against strength and stubbornness, but Rio has come such a long way in closing the speed and skill gap! The new Eli Black is bound and determined not to suffer the humiliation of being the opponent Rio finally, decisively defeats, but that decision isn’t entirely in his hands. Tenacious, fierce, towering musclehunk Rio Garza has got a plan to take his future, and his opponent’s lightweight body, firmly in hand!

Josh Steel vs Justin Silver: Round 1

Blond muscle stud Josh is in his corner dumbfounded to see the rookie Justin across the ring in the opposite corner. Justin has been a little bit of a mystery around the locker room since joining the roster, and not knowing his background some of the guys think he’s a little sketchy. One of the rumors is that Justin is here just for the paycheck, and isn’t too interested in the actual wrestling. He was demolished and knocked out by Alex Waters in his debut match, but he did get in a few shots to both Matt Engel and Josh in a 3-way match that he ultimately lost to Matt. So, he’s 0-2 so far, but is griming from ear-to ear as he stares across at Josh before the match begins. Is it the thrill of earning another paycheck or the opportunity to take out one the reigning superstars?

Josh on the other hand has had a lot of success in recent singles matches, gaining revenge on Ethan Andrews and was victorious in the very first King of the Ring match against Jake Jenkins. But, has had his share of troubles in tag team and 3-way matches. Josh has heard the whispers and rumors about Justin and is intent on capitalizing on it. Before the action begins Josh challenges Justin, offering to bet his match paycheck that he’ll submit Justin in two straight rounds, and he’ll submit him within 10 minutes in the first round! Justin checks his trunks like a stripper to see he’s got enough cash to cover the bet, and say’s ‘let’s do it!’

The muscle boys come to the center of the ring, and Josh gains the early advantage with a front face lock and several knees to Justin’s shredded abs. Josh shoves him to the mat, wraps his massive thighs around his 28” waist and squeezes away while also pounding on Justin’s lean, muscled body. Justin tries to pry Josh’s legs apart but there’s no way his arms are going to outmuscle Josh’s legs. The blond stud releases the leg scissors but doesn’t let up on the attack. He yanks back on Justin’s arms in a standing surf board, toys with him a bit with a few chicken wings, the clamps on a double leg boston crab as Justin groans in pain. Josh drags Justin’s limp body to his feet and places his neck across the top rope and starts choking out the mysterious wrestler.

Josh has controlled this round from the start, but Justin isn’t going to just lay down when there’s money on the line. He’s able to catch the bodybuilder with a short ring clothesline that sends the blond hunk to the mat. Justin shows he does indeed have a bit of wrestling skill by pulling back on Josh’s muscular legs, sitting his butt on top of the stud’s butt, and pulling back on a double leg boston crab as the sweat begins to build on Josh’s magnificent muscles. He isn’t done getting his shots in on Josh’s body; he transitions to a head scissors and arm bar combo which strains the blond’s arm and shoulder, he then scoops Josh up and slams him to the mat, asking ‘you want that money’? Josh snaps back ‘I want the W’! But it’s not looking good for Josh at the moment, his bet is to make Justin submit within the first 10 minutes of round one, and right now the time is approaching the 8 minute mark and Josh is on the receiving end of a painful camel clutch which involves Justin’s dark, sultry lean muscled arms cranking back on Josh’s chin and thick neck.

Justin struts around the ring, laughing at Josh and proclaiming ‘you’re not getting my money, man’. Josh gets to his feet, uses his ring experience to distract the rookie, and catches him with a fist to his incredible abs. The bigger muscle stud resorts to his power advantage and just starts out muscling Justin, shoving him around the ring. Josh senses time is running short if he’s going to be able to deliver on his wager, so he begins an assault on Justin’s impressive muscled back. He stomps, knees and pounds on Justin’s back every opportunity he gets, and with the self-imposed 10 minute time limit quickly approaching, Josh is able to secure a backbreaking submission hold on the rookie with scant seconds to spare. Josh’s bigger muscles prevail as he claims victory in round one, and tells a suffering Justin he better be ready for round two.

Josh Steel vs Justin Silver: Round 2

Round two begins with Josh asking ‘you ready for round two, cause I’m going to have to take that money from you’ and Justin claiming ‘you’re not getting this match’. Josh begins where he left off in round one, scooping and slamming the lean muscled mysterious wrestler, then applies a chin lock, before hoisting him up into a reverse bear hug swinging him around like a rag doll. Josh continues to out-muscle, out-power, and out-experience Justin. He laces Justin’s tight muscled, lean body through the ropes, places his boot in the small of Justin’s back, and pulls his arms back applying extreme pressure to his back. Justin’s shredded body is all tied up in the ropes and on full display with nowhere to go. Josh applies the hold with intent to hurt, and that’s exactly the result he gets.

Justin’s smokin’ hot body suffers beautifully in the ropes. Josh controls most of round two, but Justin doesn’t go down easy. The could be stripper gets his shots in on Josh, pounding on his back, stretching him out in a bow and arrow, applying leg scissors around his torso, then a nasty arm bar and leg lock combo that has blond stud stretched to the max, his bodybuilder muscles drenched in sweat, screaming in pain, and on the verge of submitting. But when Josh doesn’t submit, he rookie makes a rookie mistake and releases the hold.

Josh eventually makes him pay for that mistake in more ways than one. He finishes off Justin by rolling him into a reverse banana split which has Justin’s lanky legs spread wide apart and his ass pointed up to the ceiling. It doesn’t take long for the rookie to submit, and it doesn’t take long for Josh to reach into Justin’s trunks and strip the money winnings away from his beaten and battered body. And, adding insult to injury, Josh reaches down and slaps a dollar bill on Justin’s forehead before exiting the ring with his winnings! It makes you wonder, will Justin be back after this humiliating defeat?

Mitch Colby vs Billy Lodi: Adventures in Bar Tending

Here’s a poorly kept secret for BG East fans: magnificent muscle man Mitch Colby can frequently be found tending a bar he owns in South Florida, usually shirtless, and always looking dazzlingly handsome. With this tanned, toned physique-fanatic serving drinks, the clientele are fiercely loyal. And every so often, a BG East fan gets the thrill of his life from a wink and smile from one of our hottest, handsomest muscle hunks behind the bar. And on at least one occasion, a BG East wrestler tracked him down at the bar for considerably more than just a wink and a smile.

Billy Lodi has been of legal drinking age for a couple of years, but the young punk looks perpetually adolescent. So when he sidles up to the bar and orders a beer, civic-minded Mitch is quick to insist on seeing some ID. Without his ID on him, Billy pleads for understanding. He flashes that disarming smile and dials up the charm. But Mitch is having none of it, meaning Billy is not getting served.

“Aren’t you Mitch Colby?” Billy abruptly changes tack. “Don’t you wrestle for BG East?” It’s not the first time Mitch has been identified for his popular wrestling work. He shrugs his huge shoulders humbly and acknowledges that he is the “famous” Mitch Colby. “You look a lot older in person,” Billy smirks, wiping the grin off of Mitch’s handsome face. “Look, I’ll make a deal with you,” the young punk plots. “When I beat you, you have to serve me.”

“You think so, you want to wrestle this?!” Mitch stares down incredulously at his massive pecs and six pack abs. He’s almost 5 inches taller and an incredible 75 pounds heavier than his audacious featherweight challenger. “Mitch Colby, the big muscle guy, against you, the scrawny little punk dude here?” Mitch can’t quite believe he’s getting called out by this ankle biter.

“Yes,” Billy slaps the bar, “I want to wrestle Mitch the Bitch!” Irked by the taunting nickname that a certain masked wrestler bestowed upon him years ago, Mitch gives the young punk his home address and tells him to come by after he’s done with his shift at the bar. The look of excitement on Billy’s face suggests this confrontation had nothing to do with his desire for a beer. He was angling to get his hands on magnificent Mitch all along! And it’s more than hands that get to make that special connection…

Mitch Colby vs Billy Lodi: “Now that’s what you came for, isn’t it!?”

“I didn’t think you’d have the balls to show up, little boy,” Mitch Colby marvels when Billy Lodi shows up, only to have the massive muscleman effortlessly scoop him up across one shoulder, walk him into the living room and dump him on the couch. Billy stares up (way, way up) at the bronzed physique star glaring down at him. The foul-mouthed gutter punk is too full of lust to be intimidated. Peeled down to the briefest of trunks, Billy suddenly backs Mitch against a wall and starts clawing the musclehunk’s massive pecs. “Ready to get your ass kicked old man?” Silently, Mitch reaches around and begins kneading Billy’s tight butt. “You like those pecs?” Mitch asks, though the answer is obvious. “My pecs are a little bit bigger than your ass!” Mitch laughs, leaning in for a quick kiss before hauling his lightweight challenger into the middle of the room and crushing his ribs in a bearhug.

Billy can’t catch a breath for minutes as the tanned, bulging and tireless muscleman displays just how dominant his powerful body can be. Already growing faint, Billy buries his face in Mitch’s big pecs, finally gasping out an astonished submission. “Look at me when you say that!” Mitch commands, abruptly smothering Billy’s submission with a hungry kiss. “Now that’s what you came here for, isn’t it?” Mitch coos.

Billy was never, ever going to have a chance of defeating Mitch in a fair fight, but then, Billy has never, ever fought a fair fight. A headbutt to Mitch’s balls brings the towering muscle stud’s momentum to a crashing halt. “No, that’s what I came here for!” Billy spits as he climbs on top of the writhing stud, slapping his handsome face and relentlessly pounding those juicy pecs. Suddenly he snaps his lean thighs around Mitch’s head in an airtight face-to-crotch headscissors, grinding his balls against his opponent’s gasping mouth. “Is that what you wanted? Is that why you invited me over?” Billy taunts.

Overwhelming power and strength vie with amoral cunning and treachery. Mitch’s massive muscles cannot be contained for long. He powers free and pries the punk’s legs apart, snapping a vicious claw on Billy’s balls in retribution. “What should I wish for?” Mitch asks, treating Billy’s legs like a wishbone. Mitch makes his featherweight opponent submit repeatedly, quickly moving in to lock lips and taste the delicious spoils of combat. But hardcore scrapper Billy Lodi returns over and over to brutalizing Mitch’s balls, neutralizing the muscle man’s more obvious advantages with low blows. He kicks the handsome hunk in the face, tramples his abs, heaping taunts and torments on his host. Perched proudly on top of Mitch’s massive chest, Billy seductively slides backward, smothering the big man’s face with his ass while pounding his rock hard abs and clawing his meaty pecs. When Mitch starts to rally again, Billy locks shut another ball claw to stop him cold. “You little fucker!” Mitch sputters. “You dirty little boy!”

The vicious combat slowly veers into full-on eroticism, as both these unlikely opponents get into the friction and forced kisses. One vanquished wrestler finally can’t put up a fight any longer, but when the action heads toward the bedroom, there’s no disguising what both of these battlers wanted all along: each other!

This match introduces Colt Stevens as the newest rookie to join Rock Hard. Colt’s a blond hair, blue eye 19 year old who’s taking his shot in the modeling industry. He’s also an experienced MMA fighter who’s had success in the cage, and figures to know his way around the ring. The teenager must have got his dates mixed up this day, because he enters the studio thinking he’s there for a photo shoot, only to discover there’s no photographer there to greet him. Instead, he surprised to find the ‘chosen one’ Dash lurking around the ring.

Dash is 6’1”, 220 lbs of muscle that looks like he was carved out of a slab of granite. He’s ripped to the max, and has destroyed every opponent that has stepped into the ring with him in racking up a 3-0 record to start his underground wrestling career. The ‘chosen one’ doesn’t take any shit from anybody, and isn’t amused by Colt’s misguided presence or his teenage, model looks.

Dash Decker vs Colt Stevens: Round 1

Colt climbs into the ring in gym gear and sunglasses, and calling out ‘is the photographer here’?’ Dash walks around the curtain wondering what the hell is going on. Colt asks him if he’s a model or the photographer, and Dash simply answers ‘no’. Dash climbs into the ring with his signature ‘S’ shirt on and approaches the model. Colt sizes him up and says ‘you’re kind of a big guy’ and Dash retorts ‘well, I’m kind of a big deal’.

Colt starts retreating and Dash asks him if he’s scared before delivering a quick punch to his gut, then smacks his sunglasses off his face and smashes them with black boot. Colt is stunned and calls Dash an asshole, and he’s probably going to regret doing that! Dash catches him with another shot to the gut , flips him to the mat, then strips the blond model of his gym gear. Dash pulls him up, whips him across the ring into a clothesline, and while Colt is suffering on the mat peels of his skin tight t-shirt to reveal his incredible physique in skin tight red briefs. The chosen one starts tossing the smaller teenager around the ring, manhandling him. He makes Colt suffer in a camel clutch, a single leg boston crab which he transitions to a leg lock, then applies a headlock on the blond boy with his massive, muscular arm and messing with the model’s hair.

Dash continues to have his way with Colt, bounding, stomping and kicking away at his body while he’s backed into the corner. He continues to dominate Colt, whipping him across the ring and then scooping him up as he bounces off the ropes, and drops him across his knee into an over the knee backbreaker. Dash doesn’t seem to want to waste much time beating this rookie so he seeks a submission as Colt is draped over his knee in pain. Colt won’t submit so Dash stretches him out some more, and tells the model he needs to work out as he slaps his abs in amusement. Colt endures the pain and mounts an attack by playing possum with the bigger bodybuilder and knocks him down with a drop kick to his gut.

Dash is down on the mat, and the teenager uses that as an equalizer. He starts bashing away at Dash’s shredded abs, wanting to slow him down. He pulls Dash up, whips him across the ring, then plants both of his boots in the chosen one’s abs as he slings off the ropes. Colt may look young, be he shows that he has an array of holds he can use, including several MMA submission holds. The blond model continues to beat on the bodybuilder, stretching out his crotch then rolling him into a banana split that has Dash ass up with nowhere to go. Colt sends a few jabs into Dash’s hamstrings while they are exposed, and he’s attacking every part of Dash’s glorious physique. He maintains the momentum; choking Dash out over the top rope, cranking on an arm bar, then squashes the bodybuilder’s head between his thighs humiliating the massive bodybuilder.

But, the teenage rookie slips up when he takes a moment to flex his own biceps in dominance, and it costs him dearly. Dash seizes the chance to gain back control, and begins to maul and crush the inexperienced newbie. Once Dash knows that he has Colt right where he wants him, he lifts the blond model by his throat up off the mat and squeezes nearly his last breath out of him while Colt’s body goes limp. Dash lets him fall to the mat, places his boot on his gut and flexes his mighty biceps before wiping the sweat from his abs, and asks ‘how’s that for a photo shoot bitch?’ to end round one.

Dash Decker vs Colt Stevens: Round 2

Round two begins and as Colt lay on the floor gurgling and in a complete daze, Dash wonders out loud ‘shit, did I kill you?’ He slaps the rookie on his cheeks a few times to wake him up, wanting to continue his destruction of the pretty boy model. Colt gets to his feet and begins backing up, so Dash forces him into the corner and starts to stomp away on Colt’s chest.

Each time Dash stomps, the blond model’s chest gets more red. Dash toys with him, dragging him to the center of the ring and applying another back bending camel clutch, asking this is the way it starts again, it this the way it’s going to finish?’. Colt struggles to say ‘no’, and doesn’t submit to the pain. Dash maintains the upper hand with a series of punishing holds that include stretching the teenager’s lithe body out on the mat with a bow and arrow hold.

But again, Colt refuses to submit. He’s showing that his experience in the MMA cage has taught him how to endure pain and punishment. So when Dash decides he wants to show off his awesome, shredded abs packed into his skin tight speedo, he allows for Colt to make a move. Colt lunges toward the bi bodybuilder and is able to drive him down to the mat with a double leg takedown. He defiantly begins bashing away at Dash’s prized six pack, again attacking his abs. The teen blond suplexes the big bodybuilder to the mat, then lifts him by his ears, then flips him back down on the mat, applies a leg scissors and continues to pulverize Dash’s abs.

Has the young blond MMA fighter found the secret to bringing down the herculean like Dash? Or can Dash rely on his superior strength and fantastic physique to crush another rookie and maintain his impressive winning streak? It’s a model surprise ending you don’t want to miss!