Catchweight Classic: Last “Boy” Standing?
Fans of big-versus-little will love this match as statuesque Donnie Drake and wiry Lon Dumont step in the ring for a “last ‘boy’ standing” contest, the winner being the one who can slow-count to 10 while his opponent lies groveling or unconscious at his feet. The boys have been itching for this kind of decisive ordeal, looking for a clean, conclusive win that will put them over with hardcore fans once and for all. And if the two fighters have been hot for this match, so have the fans! It’s arguable as to who has the bigger BG East following. Donnie’s appearance on a wrestling reality TV show and Lon’s well-documented exploits as a competitive bodybuilder have cemented huge followings for both.
And what a set-up! Two men enter the ring, one man leaves, as basic a premise as survival of the fittest, no ref, no rules, no muss, no fuss. Lon’s been steadily building a fiercely loyal fan base over the course of a dozen matches at BG East. Donnie, with almost twice that many bouts notched up, is the obvious favorite, with his height and weight advantage and A-list training in pro-style wrestling. Neither of these guys is running low on ego, and making matters even more interesting, the two have faced off once already, several years ago on opposing teams in BGE’s Tag Team Torture 12. That battle left a bad taste in both wrestlers’ mouths, and even with tag team partners to diffuse the animosity, Lon Dumont and Donnie Drake singled each other out as THE “man to beat” that very day. Ever since then, each has been near or at the top of the other’s shortlist of wrestlers he wants to get his hands on again – for a definitive, undeniable result.
These fine athletes are in peak condition, Lon in pink trunks that hug and accentuate his muscular legs and Donnie in candy blue, looking dreamier with each passing year, more matinee idol than typical heel. Donnie can’t stop himself from snidely commenting on Lon’s pink gear. He pushes himself right up to Lon, towering over his head, his broad shoulders catching the overhead light. He looks down at his opponent and quips, “You don’t look bad, kid, but look at me and, hm, look at you.” Unfazed, Lon mocks Donnie’s baby-blue entrance robe and complains about the big guy’s breath. In a showy gesture of magnanimity, Donnie offers Lon “one free shot,” pointing to the sharp, clean edge of his perfectly square jaw. Lon swings and Donnie dodges the blow, only to fatally pause at the mirror to flash his winner’s smile before the always alert Lon clubs him from behind.
On the one hand, Donnie knows his strong points, and frankly he has very few points that are anything else. He uses his height to his advantage when he presses the sole of his big boot to Lon’s throat, pinning him to the corner of the ring, with Lon lacking the reach to do a damn thing about it. He uses his weight as a battering ram, to blast, crush, and wreck. Donnie’s massive brawn means he can power out of almost any submission hold that Lon might slip on him. He uses the afore-mentioned robe to choke Lon, then uses it to sling him over the top rope! As ruthless as he is powerful, Donnie lets Lon scream “I quit” a dozen times, not quite convinced that he’s hurt the muscleman enough. Then he serves up an across-the-knee backbreaker that he’s been saving up especially for Lon. It’s a savage move that utilizes Donnie’s height, weight, strength, and speed to full advantage.
Lon, on the other hand, has resources to match Donnie’s. Speed, for one thing. Cunning for another. Donnie’s definitely fast for his size, but he will have to go some to catch up with Lon, who is as agile, resilient, and canny as any wrestler on the BG East roster. Again and again, Lon hurls himself at Donnie like a human lasso and then wraps him up like a tourniquet made of razor-wire. He makes the big man suffer, all right, zinging in with a blow to his opponent’s right side before the guy has time even to say “ouch” after a chop to the left. He certainly has the muscle power to back up his big moves but it’s the small, incisive, stinging ones which wreak a cumulative havoc on his bigger opponent.
Of course, this is the kind of contrast in styles, size and strategy that lovers of big-versus-little matches eat up. Who wins? The lithe ripped-to-shreds little guy, seemingly impossible to exhaust, or the big beefy humpy hunk who looks as destructive and indestructible as a wrecking ball? Leave it to BG East to keep you guessing … and just when you think it’s over, the winner can’t resist climbing back into the ring to take one more crack at obliterating his rival. In either case, here’s a fearsome feast featuring two incredibly talented and sexy studs taking it to the limit in private pro action. Who wins? We do!