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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!

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

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

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

Bruce Ballard vs Tyson Matthews: Round 1

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

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

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

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

Bruce Ballard vs Tyson Matthews: Round 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Skrapper vs Mason Brooks: Skrewed!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kid Karisma vs Ray Naylor: Skinny Legs and All

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

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

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

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

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

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

Archer vs Jakeno Enzi: Fighting Machines

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Braden Charron vs Galen Welsh: Submission Emission!

Good Things Don’t Always Come in Small Packages

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

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

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

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

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

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

Braden Charron vs Galen Welsh: Someone Better Yell Timber!

How To Lose Your trunks – And Your Load!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Z-Man vs Kip Sorell: A Total Body Workout

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

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

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

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

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

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