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Bad boy Ethan has been seething mad lately, since losing his King of the Ring match by the narrowest of margins against Dash. Who can blame him? He outwrestled Dash, but in the end Dash’s superior muscle was able to squeak out a victory to retain his KOTR title. Up until that, Ethan was riding high with; a 2 on 1 beating with Gage against Alex, the now famous Green Team vs Dream Team match where Ethan & Gage literally beat the shit out of Dash & Alex in a huge upset, and then Ethan knocking out the sly teen Colt sending him to la-la land.

So the street punk gave it some serious thought to decide who he could take all of his frustration out on, and who better than the friend of his enemy! That’s Bruce! Dash and Bruce have joined forces recently to dominate the tag team scene; with a hard fought victory over Austin and Zack, and then total destruction of Colt and Tyson. They have set themselves up as the team to be reckoned with at RHW. So with Bruce flying high, the bad boy has his sights on bringing the bodybuilder with movie star looks back down to reality. Bruce is psyched for this match, seeing it as an opportunity for him to climb closer to the top of the roster. The bodybuilder is ringside pumping out dumbbell curls as a warm up to the match, and also wanting to get inside bad boy’s head.

Bruce is dressed in his favorite black with blue stripes trunks and black boots, while Ethan struts into the arena in his signature red and black long tights which flaunt his infamous, enormous package, and also wearing black boots. Bruce takes the first jab, saying’ what’s up skinny?’ and Ethan fires back asking if he came in at the wrong times as Bruce is making love to himself in the mirror. Bruce asks ‘can you blame me?’ and the bad boy tells him he’s seen better and he’s beaten better! Bruce takes some time to flex, pose, and admire his perfect physique in the mirror, as Ethan looks on from the ring. And the bodybuilder plays one more card, wanting to get into the mind of the smaller street punk. He grabs an apple and crushes it in his hand seemingly in a display of what he’s about to do to his smaller opponent.

Round one begins with a test of strength, which you think would favor Bruce, but Ethan’s been here before and scores first with a swift knee into the bodybuilder’s abs. Bruce crumbles, and the bad boy wastes no time in starting to put the bodybuilder through the ringer. Ethan’s been salivating at the opportunity to use and abuse the pretty muscle boy’s muscles, so he wastes no time locking on a single leg boston crab. Bruce can’t escape before Ethan transitions the hold to a reverse ankle lock and chin lock. He’s really stretching the back of the bodybuilder, then moves onto a surfboard. He yanks back on Bruce’s massive arms as his boot drives directly into the small of his back. Bruce playfully asks ‘is that all you got?’ and this only encourages the street punk to ratchet up the pain. He finishes the hold by driving his knee deep down into Bruce’s back.

Ethan has all the momentum and isn’t about to let up, he’s intent on delivering a message back at Bruce’s tag team partner Dash that someone’s going to pay for that KOTR loss! He drags the bodybuilder to his feet, whips him across the ring then connects with a flying drop kick to Bruce’s prized abs. This not only floors the total package but also knocks the wind out of him. As Bruce lay on the mat, Ethan stays on the attack. He stomps Bruce’s six pack three times to soften it up, then literally steps up onto Bruce’s abs and taunts the muscle stud as all of his weight is driven into the bodybuilder’s gut. It’s clear the bad boy was ready for this match as he’s totally dominated the action to this point! Ethan continues to work over every muscle on Bruce’s body, even adding some insult to injury with a fish hook hold that gives everyone a clean view of the total package’s Colgate white smile. The bodybuilder does manage to get a few shots in with clothesline, arm bar, and reverse bear hug but that only slows down the inevitable.

The bad boy Ethan is zeroed in on destroying the bodybuilder and he quickly regains the momentum. He continues to focus on demolishing Bruce’s back and pulverizing his fantastic abs. He drops the bodybuilder across his knee into a backbreaker and bashes his abs as he stretched out, and asks him if wants to submit and admit that ‘this skinny kid can beat the f*ck out of you’. But Bruce refuses to do that, so the Ethan shoves him off his knee, grabs one ankle and one wrist and starts to stretch the shit out of Bruce’s beautiful body. Bruce cries out in pain as Ethan has him torqued very tight, and when the bodybuilder won’t submit the bad boy stomps his boot into the small of Bruce’s back compelling him to cry out a submission. As Bruce’s hapless, sweat soaked body lay face down on the mat, Ethan kneels on his back and flexes his own bulging biceps in victory to end round one.

Round two opens with Bruce slumped in his corner, rubbing the soreness from his blood red abs. The bad boy asks him ‘how’s it going’, and the bodybuilder tells him ‘it’s about to get a lot worse for you!’ Unfortunately, it doesn’t work out that way for the total package. Ethan seizes control with a side headlock, then hip tosses him to the mat. He squeezes tight around Bruce’s neck for a bit, then transitions to a head scissors. He control’s the bodybuilder with just his long, lanky legs, and then rubs it in Bruce’s face by doing a series of push-ups as he’s in total control.

Ethan dominates the muscle stud, using his full arsenal of holds to inflict pure pain and punishment on every one of the bodybuilder’s mouth-watering muscles. Bruce’s abs are sure to be sore for a week after the beating they just took. Someone call the ambulance! This is one VERY HOT match, and may well have been the bad boy’s finest performance ever! A MUST SEE!

Uh oh, seems like Dash and Bruce are at it again! They teamed up recently as super heroes to narrowly defeat the much more experienced team of Austin Cooper and Zack Johnathan, and are looking to wreak havoc on the tag team scene here at Rock Hard. They both have enjoyed success since joining the roster; Dash is the reigning King of the Ring, and Bruce is racking up experience and wins in his quest for the top spot. They seem to feed off each other’s energy and confidence, and we all know they both possess mind blowing bodies.

You have to wonder how this match ever got scheduled. It’s like feeding two twinkies to a pack of wolves! Dash and Bruce must have charmed someone to secure a match-up against two unlikely tag team partners in Colt and Tyson. The sly teen Colt has had some success and chalked up his first victory a short while back, but the backyard brawler style of Tyson has not translated well to the ring. He’s been manhandled by three superstars; Ethan, Bruce, and Alex. Honestly, there’s little reason to think these two blond boys have even a remote chance in this match. But then again, it’s always nice to see a total squash once in a while.

Dash Decker & Bruce Ballard vs Colt Stevens & Tyson Matthews

Round 1

Round one begins with Dash and Tyson in the ring, and Dash declaring ‘we’re going to kick your ass’. And that’s exactly what starts to happen! Tyson makes the mistake of locking up in a test of strength so the huge bodybuilder just powers him back to his team’s corner and begins bashing and stomping his abs. Bruce just looks on in a show of confidence knowing Dash needs no help, and shouts across the ring to Colt ‘you’re next pretty boy’. And indeed he is, Tyson crawls over to escape the torment and tags Colt. The sly teen climbs through the ropes and directly into Dash’s size 11 black boot that connects with Colt’s gut. Dash puts him through the ringer applying his massive muscles with a boston crab and camel clutch on the poor boy.

Dash tags in Bruce to give him a shot at the fun and the bodybuilder picks up where Dash left off, punishing Colt in a camel clutch as he flexes in the mirror. From there Bruce gets his shots in on Tyson, and Dash throws Colts around the ring like a blond headed rag doll. Tyson tags in to take on the bodybuilder Bruce and the total package out muscles him by picking him up and slamming him into the mat. Colt’s seen enough and jumps in on a double team, connecting with a flying drop kick to Bruce’s back. Tyson does take advantage for a short minute, strongly applying a double leg boston crab bending the muscle boy’s massive legs. But it’s short lived, Bruce escapes and locks an MMA arm bar on the backyard brawler wanting to rip his arm off. Tyson does survive and is able to tag in Colt, and at the same time Bruce tags in Dash.

Colt’s thrown into the corner by the chosen one, but after a few shoulder thrusts into to teen’s abs, Colt sends a number of knees into Dash’s gut. Colt makes the big bodybuilder ache in a reverse ankle lock. But once again, any momentum Team Colt/Tyson gain quickly evaporates. Dash re-takes control with a stiff clothesline and follows that with a knee to Colt’s forehead that stuns the blond. Dash continues his beating on Colt, softening him up for his partner to come in and finish him off. That’s exactly what happens! Bruce enters the ring, throws and slams the teenager around the ring as Tyson looks on helplessly. Bruce hoists Colt up across his muscular shoulders and starts doing leg presses as the beaten teen lay lifeless with no way to escape. Bruce commands Colt to cry out a submission, and then drops his sweaty, battered body to the mat to end round one.

Dash Decker & Bruce Ballard vs Colt Stevens & Tyson Matthews

Round 2

Round two, and according to tag team rules, it starts with the same participants who finished the last round. Bruce is grinning wide and Colt is recovering as they come to center ring. As they’re circling, the sly blond teen reaches over and slaps Dash across the face, which just pisses off both Dash and Bruce. Bruce grabs Colt by the throat, shoves him against the ropes and begins choking him out with his powerful arms in retaliation for the cheap slap. As Colt struggles for air, Bruce adds insult to injury by telling him, ‘God, you’re ugly’, as he dials up the intensity. He then flips the blond to the mat, but is surprised when the sly MMA fighter catches him with a sweeping leg takedown.

Colt may not be all that in the muscle department, but he’s as quick as a cat. Once he’s got the bodybuilder on the mat, this evens things up a bit, and he quickly locks a reverse ankle lock on the muscle dude. Colt has applied this hold hundreds of times and he knows how to inflict the pain, so he torques up the pressure as Bruce’s flexes every muscle on his glorious body searching for a way to escape. Will Colt and Tyson be able to maintain the momentum and take out the big bodybuilders?! NO! Bruce manages to tag in Dash, and when the sly teen see’s this, he hightails it out of the ring. Tyson comes in and is mauled by Dash. It’s all downhill from here for the blond rookies.

The bodybuilders have their way with them for the next 10 minutes, toying with them and double teaming them along the way. Round two and the match ends with Dash punishing Tyson’s body until he’s compelled to scream out a submission saying ‘you’re the best’ to the powerful duo. Dash and Bruce flex their eye-popping guns in triumph as the sweat drips off their bodies, bringing to an end one of the most lopsided squash jobs in RHW history!

Kip Sorell vs Zach Reno

All Choked Up!

Kip Sorell has added beef to his bones since he astonished BG East fans with spectacular (but losing) showings against Karisma, Jenkins, Genatto, Z-Man, and Dumont in the past year and a half. His shoulders are broader, his ass firmer and rounder, his arms and legs more capable of doing a body some real damage. His face still reminds us of Disney princes and bartenders we’d like to boff, but now with the new muscle he looks somewhat more dangerous, the kind of bright, good-looking boy next door who knows his way around a knockdown drag-out fight.

As the new and improved Kip limbers up, Zach Reno slithers in behind him and initiates a choke from outside the ring. Sorell manfully hurls him overhead into the ring, hardly aware of his own strength, and delivers some much deserved comeuppance. If this opening doesn’t grab your attention, just give it up now because nothing ever will! Sorell is clearly on fire! Still, there’s no underestimating Zach’s desire to mess this boy up, and the heel soon regains the upper hand, as we might have expected from the resurgent pro, coming off a series of BGE reversals. “Get off of me, fucker!” Kip warns with a growl, but hairy, muscular Reno’s energized and won’t be happy till the pretty boy is snuffed all the way out!

Then, again, something totally unexpected happens. Sorell powers free and reverses, trapping Reno in a camel clutch in a red-hot display of how hard and tough the hugely popular babyface has become in the last year. In just seconds Kip knocks the hairy wild man out. Clean out. Even Kip is surprised by this turn of events: “I knocked him out. Oh shit! I can’t believe it. I finally won one. I actually won. Yes!” Then, with apparent sincerity, Kip asks Zach if he’s all right. No doubt about it, this guy is “babyface deluxe.” Zach does not immediately respond. Slowly Zach blinks back to consciousness, brain still whirling after a startling knockout, barely comprehending how soundly he’s just been trounced by a wrestler Guido Genatto once derided as “a pretty little girl.”

Kip offers his hand in assistance, and Zach stares back at him dumbly. Reluctantly, dizzily, Reno shakes the up-and-comer’s hand … but, in a move entirely consistent with his character, Zach slams his forearm up to Sorell’s balls in one of the feeling-est low blows in wrestling history. Zach soon resumes his slow and nasty strangulation of the flawless babyface, using every part of his body, in turns, to cut off Kip’s air supply. “I can’t breathe,” Kip gasps. “No shit,” Zach responds, smirking, void of sympathy as he seeks revenge and more. “What’s the matter? Getting all choked up?”

Next Zach moves his man to the ropes, making Kip squirm between his legs as he stiffly grinds the stud-muffin’s throat to the middle rope. And we do mean “stiffly.” We can almost guarantee you’ll hit “pause” at the very least once during this stage of the battle. Kip is dreamily vulnerable yet packed so firmly he could blow up at any moment. Then Reno pulls Sorell up to the corner top rope for further asphyxiation and hair-pulling, clenching his teeth, totally tripping on his mastery of this young, gorgeous thoroughbred.

Zach pulls Kip face down to the mat, the head locked in his hairy armpit. He grins at the camera, like he’s hauling in a record-breaking catch. The bottom of Kip’s cherry-red trunks forms an ironically bright valentine in the center of the screen as his struggling stops and we hear a haunting deathlike rattle escape his lungs. Zach puts a finger to his lips, going “ssshhh,” and raises his right fist in triumph, his biceps rolling up tight and firm.

Zach and Kip are now tied knockout for knockout, and one more act is needed to decide whose losing streak is over at last. In pointed contrast to Kip’s gentlemanly magnanimity after the first fall, Zach doesn’t wait for Kip to pull himself up before laying into him again.

In minutes Sorell-versus-Reno puts you on the edge of your seat. Zach is merciless and mean all right, but he’s an even match for Kip in build and weight, with the results of his first two matches at BG East no more successful than Sorell’s (even against two of Sorell’s previous opponents). Odds are even as either Kip or Zach could be the man to clean the other man’s clock with a sleeper surrender. Both men’s physiques look crazy sexy under duress, and the duress is nonstop and nearly interminable here in what is, without a doubt, the best match of either of these wrestlers’ careers!

Chace LaChance vs Tim Messina

Put Him Out Cold! Only One Way to Win!

Sometimes a mere technical win is enough for a wrestler. Any kind of win, he reasons, is a win, anyway you slice it. Sometimes he wants a little more, though, a decisive pin fall or a humiliating submission. However, the wrestlers in BG East’s new series won’t settle for anything less than knocking their opponents clean the fuck out! The ultimate satisfaction in combat sport is being the only player capable of walking away on his own two feet, leaving the opponent a near-lifeless heap, having utterly surrendered in the center of the ring.

The first contest of this new series opens with meaty muscleman Chace LaChance, smooth as a bronze sea god, tan as salted caramel, striking poses in front of the mirror before his opponent’s arrival. The fire-red briefs offset his dazzling pulchritude. Our mouths are already watering. Even with three memorable matches chalked up at BGE, Tim Messina is an unlikely opponent for the hard and handsome bodybuilder. Tim previously took some hard licks against Morgan Cruise, Jake Lowe, and Charlie Panther, but given the verve of his ring entrance you’d think he expects to wipe the floor with Chace’s butt. (Stranger things have happened!) He leaps into the squared circle, the front pouch of his pale yellow trunks bobbing up and down.

Straightaway Chace shoves him to his ass. Unruffled, Tim rebounds with a flying dropkick to the big man’s chest, a jab to the hard tortoise-shell gut, and a swift forearm blow to the jaw. LaChance is staggered but nowhere near down and out. He swings Tim into the ropes. Tim bounces back and monkey-flips Chace to the corner. He seizes the muscle god against the corner ropes and twice smacks the side of his head with his elbow. He attempts to whip the guy to the opposite corner, but instead Chace propels him headfirst to the turnbuckle, then swoops in behind with a rear naked choke. Tim’s birdlike shoulders slap into Chace’s massive pecs as the little guy kicks and grimaces, trying to escape. Chace keeps him clear of the ropes, hoping to make short work of the feisty pipsqueak. After a long struggle Tim succeeds in escaping, cracking the base of his skull to Chace’s front teeth, forcing the break.

“Bastard!” LaChance gripes and reapplies the choke, even more powerfully this time. “You’re gonna pay for that!” Squeezing tighter, he feels Tim’s knees melt underneath him and lowers the impudent squirt to the canvas. Seconds later, he yanks Tim back to his feet and bends him backwards, giving the choke a nasty jerk now and then, just to show the little guy who’s boss. Messina weakens. One arm then the other falls limp to his side. Chace drops him. The kid is out. LaChance kneels on one knee behind him and lackadaisically counts to 10 while peaking his steely biceps for us fans.

“How ya feelin’ now, punk?” Chace’s sarcasm is understated but unmistakable. Tim crawls to the ropes in hopes of pulling himself back to his feet. No way LaChance is going to let that happen. He drives his knee to the back of Messina’s neck, choking him on the middle rope. Tim futilely scuffs his spotless white boots on the canvas as he tries to free himself from the uneven tangle he has thrust himself into. Chace releases, and Tim coughs, trying to moisten his sandpapery throat. Chace hauls him back up and grinds the guy’s adam’s apple to the top rope. He presses himself up to Messina’s shoulder, stomping his foot to intensify the torment. Then he hooks his right leg over Tim’s shoulder, driving it downward. The circumference of Chace’s thigh is equal to Tim’s whole ribcage! Again, Messina is red of face and blue of lips. Chace flings him to the center of the ring. “You sound a little out of breath. Is something wrong?”

Chace is relentless in his punishment, appalled that the little dweeb should dare to oppose him. At last Tim strikes back, tripping the big man so that he falls and chokes himself across the top rope. Then climbing LaChance’s back, Tim topples the he-man, knees thrusting into Chace’s shoulder blades. Pain shivers down the length of the muscle god’s body. Tim fastens his slight but sinewy arms around Chace’s head and uses the man’s own muscle against him, gloating, “How do you like your biceps now?” Chace struggles back to his feet, but Messina’s all over his upper body like a coil of barbed wire. Tim grinds Chace down to the mat … and, in a wild turn of events, into unconsciousness.

The third fall will be the decider. Now both wrestlers know the other guy’s bag of tricks.
Expect a fierce, climactic struggle, and you won’t be disappointed. The finish is spectacular: a chest-to-chest choke hold. The victim is resuscitated so he won’t miss out on a nerve-deadening camel-clutch-style chokeout and traditional rear naked choke. For obvious reasons, he misses the post-obliteration ten-count. You don’t find cleaner finishes than this, and, against all expectations, LaChance and Messina turn out to be well matched in a ferocious, tight, and heated struggle for the ultimate surrender.

Rico Rave vs Sky Davis

Natural Enemies

Sky’s ponytail is not the only thing coltish about the babyface. Though experienced, he’s still green, and his long, slender legs aren’t quite as steady on the ring floor as they ought to be, but he bucks and bounds with youthful energy and high aspirations. His enthusiasm can be an advantage against a world-weary veteran like Rico Rave or it can blind the kid to the real risks of taking on a powerful, seasoned opponent. Both Sky and Rico come to us from the world of professional wrestling, but Rico has six previous BG East matches to Sky’s one. Rico also has about thirty pounds on Sky, which is a difference that can definitely be FELT in a pro ring war.

Rico takes one look at Sky and huffs contemptuously. He scrapes his boots on the floor like a bull ready to charge and then swaggers to the ring. He motions to Sky to keep his distance as he performs the slow and ostentatious ritual of removing his leather jacket and steel-rimmed shades in front of the mirror. The two wrestlers circle each other silently and warily and then suddenly lock up. Rico takes Sky down with a leg lock and proceeds to stomp the longhair kid’s hamstrings. Sky retaliates with a deftly executed cross armbar. After some spirited give and take, Rico takes command by pulling Sky backwards by his long hair and plowing a black boot into the youngster’s solar plexus. The two wrestlers are highly expressive, elevating the ring drama and pulling the viewer into the emotions and sensations of manual combat. Rico stands out as a heel who openly enjoys hurting people, especially young go-getters like Sky Davis.

No sooner does Sky push back than Rico reins him in by his long blond hair and slaps him into the ring corner. There Rico delivers a man-style drubbing with closed-fist punches to the face and boot stomps to the heart. Then he rakes Sky’s forehead and eyes across the top rope before thrusting him backwards to the center of the ring. Blindly and futilely, Sky charges back at Rico, only to be unceremoniously pounded face first to the mat. Rico circles Sky menacingly. He goes for one of his favorite holds, the side headlock, churning Sky’s head, his ponytail by now completely undone, between his bicep and chest. Sky elbows his way loose and springboards off the ropes for a valiant comeback, putting Rico into the same headlock he had just escaped. It’s a long slow grind as Rico struggles to escape by yanking Sky’s hair and pulling the kid up off his feet, but Sky latches on even tighter.

It’s a great moment for fans of the side headlock (you know who you are). Rico breaks free by driving himself and his opponent down to the mat. Quick to his feet, Sky bounds back, reapplies the hold and hip-tosses Rico to the mat. The two struggle to their feet, the headlock still in place. Sky releases the hold only to come flying back with a forearm thrust to Rico’s face. He briefly reasserts the headlock before segueing to a snapmare and armlock. But Rico’s added weight and years of experience come into play as pure brute force counters Sky’s bounce and vitality. Enraged, Rico trounces Sky against the ropes, on the mat, weaponizing every feature of the ring in his determination to squash the youngster.

Given the physical disparities between the two wrestlers, the persistent give and take comes as a surprise, a happy one, as experience and brute force butt up against passion and vigor. No sooner do we think we understand the trajectory of this battle than something happens to reverse the momentum. The ferocity of the fight intensifies minute by minute. Persistent hair-pulling and low blows suffuse the battle with a strongly erotic subtext, undeniable but understated throughout, not at all unusual for BG East, where martial dominance often equates to sexual power. Either man is capable of winning this match, as the action repeatedly demonstrates. Both reach near exhaustion by the end, when a volley of classic wrestling maneuvers (from camel clutch to crab hold to figure four) leads to the cataclysmic piledriver that neatly ties up the loose strings.

Jonny Firestorm vs Rory MacLeod

Fair and Square?

Best known to BG East fans for his now notorious run-ins with Aryx Quinn and Dick Rick, Rory Macleod takes on another one of the company’s stalwarts, Jonny Firestorm. From the beginning Rory has made it clear he is unwilling to roll over and play dead for any of The Boss’s stable of pretty-boy wrestlers. Proud of his fight skills and technical training in both the UK and US, he turned up his nose at the very idea that it is customary in pro wrestling to rub the newcomer’s nose into the canvas. “Then you better find a wrassler who can do it proper cause I am NOT a jobber.” Having now proved his mettle, even if without the perfect string of wins he had expected on this side of the Atlantic, Rory squares off against a similarly tempered fighter in Jonny, who comes to the ring in a blazing singlet with skull-and-crossbones painted over his midsection. The two men eye each other warily from their respective corners, each determined to prove to be the better man. Without speaking, Rory proffers his hand, signifying his intention to fight a fair and aboveboard fight. Jonny somewhat reluctantly reciprocates.

Rory is a good bit bigger and heavier than Jonny, but you cannot tell it from the way the two lock up. Jonny swerves behind his opponent, fastening his fingers just below the man’s sternum. Rory pries the hands loose and reverses. In turn, Jonny wriggles free and locks up Rory’s left arm. Rory rolls out of the armlock and again reverses. All legitimate textbook tactics, so we just might be looking at a purely scientific contest here, not a first or only for BGE but, let’s face it, still pretty rare. Fighting on the up and up does not preclude Jonny from grinding his forearm to his opponent’s shoulder joint, apparently to no other end than to cause the guy some pain. Obviously Jonny is itching to notch up the aggression in this bout. Unusually for a ring war, the competitors steer clear of the ropes, for the most part keeping the action on the mat. After some introductory give and take, Jonny takes Rory down for some folkstyle grappling, in which both men are proficient. On the mat the size difference between the two appears to make less of a difference.

Without a lot of trash talking (yet), Macleod-versus-Firestorm is still music to the ears for some of us. Some of us wrestling enthusiasts enjoy the human sounds of wrestling, the huffs and puffs of entwined combatants, the squeak of flesh and bone against the mat, the percussive groans of man struggling against man. Silent video footage or the overwhelming roar of a crowd robs a good match of a good two-thirds of its punch. Not so, here. Five minutes into the fight and you could swear you hear the sweat trickling off the wrestlers’ shoulders. A succession of moves that shift control from one man to the next provides lengthy riding times for both, bodies in tight on each other, the torso weighing down to limit mobility of the arms and legs. In this one area, at least, Rory may have an advantage, but Jonny’s having none of it, his quick and light movements sufficient to force Macleod to frantically grab for the bottom rope to escape.

The two separate. Then, Rory comes on like gangbusters, determined to make good on his intention to grind Jonny into the mat … but fairly and squarely, of course. Again, Jonny’s agility proves to be too much for Rory. Jonny squirms loose of Macleod’s noisy assault and leverages the man’s weight against him. He grabs Rory’s knees by his arms and legs and painfully splits his thighs, cracking the Scotsman open like a boiled crab. “No ropes this time,” Jonny announces, as Rory yelps in pain. Stubbornly refusing to submit, Rory manages to escape. What follows is a short series of excruciating holds, the two trading off the advantage, which for any other two men would end in panicked submissions. But Jonny and Rory hang tough through the pain, until Jonny gains the first fall with a pendulum backbreaker, dead center of the squared circle.

Rory tries to even the score with the next fall, coming on more strongly and brutally than before. When he nearly rips Jonny’s left arm from his socket, tempers flare, and the action takes a sudden turn towards all-out war. Snapmares, closed-fist punching, and use of the ring posts gradually swerve this contest towards the kind of merciless pro-style mayhem we have come to expect of BG East and most definitely of Jonny Firestorm. It’s a gladiatorial fight to the finish. Both warriors throw the rulebook away and go for the jugular, the action rising towards a spinning piledriver that knocks one wrestler out cold and leaves the victor still gasping for air as he exits the ring, limping slightly but victorious.

Joe Robbins vs Exavier

Mirror, Mirror…!

Wisecracking playboy Exavier is back at BG East to face off against the man he was born to wrestle: Joe Robbins! Robbins looks like he just stepped off the front cover of a classic DC comic … “cut in stone,” as he immodestly describes his superheroic physique. In his trademark silver trunks, he looks “peak” in every possible way, snapping his muscles to attention in a series of awe-inspiring poses in front of the mirror and camera. So caught up is he in self-adoration that he doesn’t even notice Exavier busting a few disco moves as he approaches ringside. Being ignored is not something Exavier tolerates, especially when Joe is hogging a ring that Exavier claims belongs to him.

Exavier tries to out-gun Joe with a few poses of his own, only to be unceremoniously shoved aside as Robbins reclaims the center of the squared circle. In a true old-school heel move, Exavier retaliates by assaulting Joe from behind. The thing is, though, Joe doesn’t even register the attack, budging not one inch! He merely turns around and blithely shoves his attacker into the ropes. Exavier springs back, and the two lock up in a collar-and-elbow worthy of a couple of Titans. Pushed into the corner ropes, Exavier pantomimes fear and respect with a supplicating gesture, luring Robbins in for a reversal and corner beating. Joe fights back but swaggeringly falls for the oh-my-god-you’re-so-strong ploy again, only to find himself getting clobbered in the opposite corner.

Exavier seems to think his fast cunning and brains can trump Robbins’ raw power and muscle, but he’s got another thing coming. He fools Joe twice, but self-confidence weighs nothing compared to the steely brute aggression Joe has demonstrated time and time again here at BG East. Getting too close to the cyclone, Exavier lands facefirst to the turnbuckle with Joe’s boot grinding into his lower back. He proposes that the two of them “share” the mirror, but at this moment Exavier is in no position to negotiate. “Can’t you take a joke?” he sobs as the humorless muscle god uses him as a doormat and then kicks him out of the ring.

“You can pose as long as you want,” a suddenly conciliatory Exavier sputters, on his hands and knees at ringside. But now that his appetite for fighting has been whetted, Joe pulls him back through the ropes for some more roughing up. Joe wrings out Exavier’s spine like a wet rag, then pounds the man flat to the mat. “I’m not a toy,” Exavier objects. “This stuff hurts!” he says, his voice cracking. As any longtime fan of BG East could have told him, Exavier’s whinging complaints only fuel Joe’s deadly determination to humiliate and destroy him. Bent backwards over the man’s knee, Exavier escapes by raking his fingernails across Joe’s eyes, but his punishment is still far from over.

If he can only keep his eyes on the prize, Robbins can defeat the spineless trickster, but there’s that damned frigging mirror to contend with! The mirror is Exavier’s secret ally in this match, drawing Joe’s eyes away from the demolition of his wisecracking opponent in the wine-red velvet trunks and giving fancy-pants Exavier some spare seconds to plot and execute a reprisal. Exavier’s ace in the hole is his penchant for cheap low blows and Pier 6 brawling. It’s his willingness to go as low and as far as necessary that keeps this war from being a one-sided beatdown. After Exavier repays Joe smack for smack, we enter into the dizzying final stretch of this fight, as torture racks counter ramrods to the crotch, leading up to a killer finish as victor chokes out the loser and then rolls him to the floor, claiming the BGE ring as his own! These guys are at their very best against each other, and they squeeze the last drop of drama out of this sure-to-be classic matchup!

Guido Genatto vs. Chet Chastain

Oh Hell Yeah! Hero Worship Literally at the Hero’s Feet

“That’s right there is a SEX GOD!” Guido proclaims as he pops his biceps in front of the mirror. Standing on the ring apron, Chet is his moonstruck audience, a longtime fan, anxious to learn the fine art of heelery at the feet of perhaps the most brutal and charismatic heel at BG East today. Chet Chastain caught everybody’s attention earlier this year in a badboy-versus-badboy duel against Dolph Danner. He was indeed impressive. Then, again, what could be more perfect? He has the face and bod of a babyface and the soul of a cad! The kid has dreamed of becoming a pro-wrestling heel since kindergarten. Still, he’s facing the Daddy of All Dirtbags in Guido Genatto, the man who famously introduced himself to sweet, young Kip Sorell last year by kicking him in the head. Consensus here at BGE is that young Mister Chastain is going to be taken to school in ways he cannot even imagine, and all in the name of hero-worship!

Guido orders the heel-in-training to perform a few squats. He wants to check out the guy’s form. Nothing to complain about in that department. Straight back, firm buns, well-formed pecs and abs. Next Guido wants to see his pushups. Chet complies. Then, true to form, guileful Guido hops on the recruit’s back and clutches his chin, mussing Chet’s hundred-dollar haircut against his hairy chest. Genatto eases down into a riding position, his thickly muscled thighs flanking the smaller wrestler’s ribcage. “Doesn’t it feel good?” he asks suggestively, murmuring into Chet’s ear. “No, it doesn’t fuckin’ feel good!” Chet spits out the words. “Spread those legs!” Guido demands in his velvetiest voice. He forces Chet’s legs open with his knees. Guido’s messing with the wannabe heel’s head in a big way. Chet strains to push himself up, attempting to escape, but Guido is just too big to budge.

With a derisive laugh, Guido rises to his feet, commanding the flunky to get on his back. Again Chet unquestioningly complies. Guido stands on the toes of the rookie’s boots. He wants to see some sit-ups. He admires the flexing abdominals before him. As if unable to stop himself, he lunges, sinking his fingers into the midsection. Guido iron-claws Chet’s abs, pressing down with his full 235 pounds, his forearm braced against his victim’s jaw. A double claw hold follows, then a couple of pincer-like plucks to the crotch. Guido knows his audience by now. Hell, the guy arrived at BG East knowing his audience like the back of his hand. Equally a master of painful holds and raunchy humiliations, in Fan Fantasy 3 Guido gives full rein to his talent for double entendre and double top wrist locks.

Trust us on this one: Few things are more enjoyable than to watch lithe Chet struggle and squirm in the grip of Guido’s figure-four choke hold, which soon enough transitions to a luxuriously long head scissors. Chet coughs drily, his lips just inches from the daddy-heel’s crotch. Ready to show his mettle, Chet reverses the scissors, seemingly with success, but then Guido casually peels the legs away like he’s removing a winter scarf. Guido resumes choking the ambitious stud, bringing him back in line, bending the newcomer to his will. In a bold and frankly bizarre move, Guido lies on his back, spread-eagle, and orders Chet to squat down on his face! Chet is unnerved by Guido’s sadistic laughter. He balks. He seems to know better but for some reason can’t stop himself from stepping … er, “squatting” — into yet another of Genatto’s cleverly laid traps.

“Look at us! Look at us together! We are going to be the best team ever!” Guido exults while admiring the tight, merciless leglock he binds Chet with, somewhat later in the match. If in fact Guido succeeds in whipping Chet into shape as a Grade-A bad-ass, these two will no doubt sizzle as daddy-and-son heels in future matches. (We can only hope and pray!) Ball grabbing, hair pulling, dry humping, extreme (like-you-wouldn’t-believe) crab holds, and forced hip swiveling: this fantasy fight is bursting with malicious treats.

Chad Daniels vs Blake Keller

Round 1

The blond haired mop top Chad spends his summers as a lifeguard at the beach, mostly working on his tan and showing off his scorching beach bod. As he sits in his tower and keeps watch over the beach goers, the girls ask if he’ll take a selfie with them and the guys are just plain jealous of his perfect muscles. He knows he’s there to save lives and give CPR when needed, all the while enjoying the sunshine, blue waters, and people watching. Since joining Rock Hard, he’s put up impressive challenges to veterans Zack Johnathan and Austin Cooper, but in the end just didn’t have enough experience to pull out a victory. His opponent in this match, Blake also joined the roster about the same time.

Blake is a tall, strapping southern boy who’s also run into trouble in his first two matches, giving his all but ultimately losing to the total package Bruce Ballard and the chosen one Dash Decker. So, it was inevitable that these two rookies would square off against one another with one of them able to notch his first success. The match starts with the two rookies exchanging pleasantries and sizing each other up. They’re both about the same height. Blake has about 15-20 pounds on Chad, but the lifeguard has more defined muscle packed on his frame. Blake starts the trash talking, saying ‘come on shaggy’, taking a shot at Chad’s blond locks. Blake also takes control first, throwing the lifeguard to the mat and stomping his size 12 boot on top of his back and leg. He then stretches Chad’s massive legs and crotch out on the mat, places him in a back bending boston crab, then uses his strength and size to hoist him up into a reverse bear hug. At this point, the lifeguard looks like a fish out of water as the tall titan is having his way with his beach bod muscles. Blake continues to stomp his big, white boot on Chad’s body before he whips him across the ring and into a clothesline that flattens the shaggy, blond mop top. As the lifeguard’s battered body lay on the mat, Blake gets down and wraps his long, muscular legs around Chad’s tiny 29” waist and begins squeezing away, proclaiming ‘Chad is sad’. But Chad doesn’t seem to be too sad because once he breaks free and gets to his feet, he seems to be pissed! He lifts Blake up over his head and power slams him into the mat.

The ring floor vibrates when the 215 lb titan hits the mat, as Chad asks ‘how’s your back feel now?’ Chad dishes out some of his own stomping on Blake’s body, then rolls him into a leg scissors. You can only imagine what it feels like to have the lifeguard’s massive thighs wrapped around your waist and his legs squeezing you like a hydraulic press! Blake cries out in pain as Chad looks down upon his prey. Once Blake has suffered enough, he shoves him off, stands up and begins posing his beach bod muscles in admiration. He even flexes his bicep in Blake’s face to show whose boss. Chad lifts Blake to his feet and locks on his own bearhug, flexing his massive arms around the tall titan’s torso. He throws Blake to the mat, then stretches his long frame out as he drives his foot into his ribcage. But, the lifeguard can’t put him away. When the lifeguard begins lifting Blake to his feet, the big man strikes with a double leg and lifts Chad up over his shoulder. He then says’ what goes up must come down’ before slamming the blond surfer boy to the mat.

Blake chokes and then straddles his long body over Chad’s muscles but isn’t able to secure a submission. That was a mistake! Both guys get to their feet and the lifeguard takes control by throwing Blake into the ropes then dropping his 6’2” bod down to the canvas. The blond muscle boy stomps on Blake’s back a few times, then drags him up and hoists his long, lanky body across his broad, sun drenched shoulders into to torture rack. Chad has Blake’s 215 lbs draped over his shoulders and begins bouncing him up and down to inflict maximum punishment. Blake withstands the pain as long as he can until finally giving up. The beach boy celebrates his triumph by flexing his ripped six-pack over a beaten Blake. Chad’s not sad, Chad’s bad!

Chad Daniels vs Blake Keller

Round 2

Round two opens with Blake trying to rub away the pain in his back, and Chad strutting around the ring like a proud peacock. They each throw a few wisecracks about who’s got the bigger muscles which leads to a test of strength. The lifeguards inspiring arms win the battle as he hurls Blake to the mat, then follows up with a stomp to his gut. He continues his control over Blake with a camel clutch before stretching him and his lengthy body out on the mat by placing his boots on his shoulders and pulling back on Blake’s arms with all his might. The Chadster is feeling good about himself as he strikes a few poses with his sexy, hot bod while Blake suffers on the mat. But the lifeguard strikes one too many poses and allows for an opening for Blake to turn the tables.

The brown haired titan sends the blond haired mop top to the mat with a sweeping ankle pick and gets in Chad’s face flexing his own mighty muscles. He lifts Chad to his feet then sends him across the ring and drives his forearm across the beach boy’s powerful chest with a clothesline. He continues the assault with a boston crab then follows that up with a leg scissors by lacing his long legs around Chad’s waist, and then stretches him in a bow and arrow as he lays face down on the mat. Will the tall titan be able to force a submission out of Chad and even this match at one round each? Or can Chad turn things around and impose his beach bod muscles to compel Blake to submit a second straight time to chalk up his first victory then forego any CPR on his laid out opponent? One thing’s for sure, this is no day at the beach!

After Dash was humiliated by his and Alex’s tag team loss to the Green Team at the end of last year, he decided it was time to look for a new tag team partner. He scoured the roster for a partner that he could count on and decided one of the new guys fit the bill. He was looking for a bodybuilder like himself, and that guy was Bruce Ballard. Bruce has shown great promise as an up and coming superstar, conquering the likes of fellow rookies Tyson Matthews and Blake Keller and pushing reigning superstars Austin Cooper and Alex Waters to their limits in his four matches to date.

Dash liked what he saw in the rookie, approached him with the idea, and a new team was formed! Dash wanted his new team to start with a bang, so he challenged the two guys that have been at the top of the Rock Hard roster since its early days. He called out Austin Cooper and Zack Johnathan, the Z-man. Of course these two veterans didn’t back down and quickly huddled for a strategy session. Coop and Z-man have plenty of impressive muscle themselves but wanted to take a different approach for this match, and they decided speed kills. So the stage was set, it is going to be Team Strength vs Team Speed in this showdown.

Team Speed enters the ring first, sporting matching red t-shirts, black trunks and black boots. Their t-shirts emblazed with the super hero ‘Flash’ logo. As the two muscle studs enter the ring, they begin running the ropes, bouncing and crisscrossing the mat like lightning. The two bodybuilders enter the arena in blue super hero ‘Superman’ t-shirts and seem amused with the muscle boy’s antics. Of course once both teams are inside the squared circle, the testosterone level begins to rise and a flex off occurs.

The ring is filled with four spectacular muscle studs and they aren’t afraid to show off their bodies. If you’re into muscle, this could be the pinnacle match for you! When these four studs peel off their t-shirts you wonder how either team if going to lose?

Round one begins with Coop saying to Zack he’ll start things off and Bruce in his corner ready to go. But, as Coop comes across the ring he declares he wants to start the action with Dash, the bigger one. He claims he wants to start off with super man not super woman. Surprisingly, Team Strength obliges and Bruce steps out and Dash steps in. Not a good omen for the two bodybuilders. Coop scores with a cheap shot, carries Dash across the ring for some double teaming, then controls the big bodybuilder down on the mat. The burly redhead squeezes his massive thighs around Dash’s waist before tagging in the Z-man. Zack gets a few shots in on the chosen one before he’s able to tag in Bruce to the rescue. Bruce uses his brute strength to hoist Zack up in the air and carries him around the ring, but its short lived for the total package as Zack gets to his feet and with lightning speed ducks under Bruce and reverses the control. Zack brings Bruce over against the ropes near his corner and places him in one of his signature holds, a standing ab stretch against the ropes.

Zack has Bruce’s fantastic physique stretched out, and Coop is quick to double team bodybuilder with a rear choke. Bruce’s mouth-watering muscles are being pummeled, pulled, and stretched to their limits. Like an insect caught in a spider’s web, Bruce is in deep trouble with Team Speed. They work over his muscles like he was their own personal play toy, but the bodybuilder is able to endure the punishment for now. The teams tag in and out, and get shots in on one another, but in the end Team Speed has their eyes on the lesser experienced Bruce.

As Bruce is using his super power to pick up and slam Coop to the mat, Zack distracts the rookie and Coop draws on his lightning speed to turn the tables. Coop bitch slaps Bruce across the chest, then draws on his own power to place the bodybuilder in a torture rack across his broad shoulders, proclaiming you guys aren’t the only ones with strength. He then whips Bruce into the turnbuckle where Zack awaits for some more double team punishment which also includes Coop grinding his boot deep into the bodybuilder’s crotch. As Bruce is cringing in pain, Coop determines it’s time to take rookie out. Austin set’s him up on the mat and places Bruce into his famous crotch splitting finishing hold known as ‘the Coop’. Bruce’s poor crotch is stretched out in agonizing pain and he has no choice but to whimper out a submission. Round one goes to Team Speed as Coop flexes his mighty biceps over the fallen prey.

Round two starts with the same two guys, Austin and Bruce, and nothing has changed as Coop begins with a bearhug on the rookie bodybuilder as he was trying to walk off the pain in his groin. But Bruce is able to soon tag in Dash to get some relief. Dash climbs through the ropes, takes a cheap shot at Zack, then challenges the brawny redhead to a test of strength. No surprise, Dash takes the control and in a complete display of power never seen before actually lifts Coop of his feet as their hands are locked. Coop is stunned, but Zack comes to his rescue with a shot to Dash’s back. This opens the door for Team Speed to have some fun and double team Dash in their corner, and topping it off with a dose of groin punishment.

As Dash struggles to get to his feet, Zack comes in and rides the big guy like a well broken in surfboard. But Dash doesn’t stay down for long, he connects with two well-placed elbows into Zack’s perfect pecs to floor the world class fitness model. He then proceeds to deliver some payback, placing his size 11 boot straight down on the Z-man’s family jewels. Zack squirms in pain, then Dash tosses him around the ring in a full nelson like a ragdoll before he’s able to escape briefly and tag in Austin. Coop climbs the turnbuckle in an attempt to make a flying splash into Dash, but it doesn’t happen as Dash stays outside the striking distance. The chosen one has worked up a good lather at this point and catches Coop with a kick to the gut. As Coop lays face down, Dash tags in Bruce and they take the time to double team the weakened veteran by nearly pulling and ripping his massive arms right out of their shoulder sockets.

The action in round two continues at a furious pace, with each team having their time to dish out the pain and punishment on one another’s pumped up muscles. With Dash and Bruce knowing they need to win this round, they make an all-out assault on the smaller muscle boy Zack. The Z-man gets stretched and power slammed to the mat by Bruce, before Bruce hoists the battered opponent over his impressive broad into a crucifix. Zack’s award winning muscles are draped over the bodybuilder’s back and he’s completely vulnerable. Bruce bounces him up and down a few times to exaggerate the pain, then walks him over to his partner. Dash salivates at the chance to punch, pound and ab claw Zack’s exposed torso until the muscle model can’t take it any longer.

Bruce dastardly makes him submit multiple times before dropping him to the mat and proudly flexing his own imposing biceps over his beaten down opponent. Team Strength evens this match at one round a piece. Will the sweaty bodybuilders be able to continue imposing their will on Team Speed and chalk up an inaugural victory? Or, can the veterans Austin and Zack use their lightning like speed and their own dose of muscle to spoil the new tag team’s debut? One thing’s for certain, the final round is packed with high flying and power packed action with the match lasting a full 40 minutes to determine the outcome between these four extraordinary physiques!