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Mason Brooks vs Trey Dixon: Wrestlefest on the Water

Summer is here, and the heat means it was only a matter of time before the BG boys made their way to the pool to strip down and cool off. But rest and relaxation aren’t the first things on these boys’ minds. Needless to say, the combination of glistening water running down so many toned, nearly bare bodies is more than enough to stir a few speedos. It all starts in good fun as the boys dive into the cool water one after another, but knowing the sort of fun this lot prefers, things are about to get heated.

Six stunningly hot bodies line the water’s edge, eyeing each other when Ty Alexander and Kayden Keller win the distinction to be the first to slip into the pool. The two nubile newbies start things off playfully enough as Kayden hoists Ty onto his strong shoulders, a tower of man on man, before turning towards ever-smiling Drake Marcos and impressively-muscled Mason Brooks at poolside. Wet ‘n Wild tag team chicken fights!

None of these are boys are inclined to turn down a challenge and shortly a little horseplay sends Ty tumbling into the water as Drake and Mason celebrate their swift victory. However, the bronzed jobber doesn’t take defeat lying down, turning the blame on his partner, and suddenly an entirely new conflict is brewing.

Ty’s defiance earns a swift reprisal from Kayden, as a crushing bearhug and prolonged full nelson wring more submissions out of the alabaster heel’s debut opponent. Tossing Ty aside, victorious Kayden turns back to the poolside lineup looking for another challenger, prompting none other than Skrapper to wade into battle. Both men fight back and forth, with Skrapper seemingly getting the best of the newbie heel in more than one painful hold, but before the BG veteran can even strike a victory pose for the appreciative poolside audience he feels Drake Marcos come from behind with a surprise sleeper.

The action only grows more intense as each wrestler, including Trey Dixon and Mason, take a shot at each latest victor in turn. Call it Wrestlefest on the water, a tournament, or king of the hill (or pool, rather), these six bring their best to this impromptu wrestling meet. Chokes, scissors, racks, even backbreakers send losers splashing for safety as some even crawl away to escape the two competitors who come to stand out among the fallen.

Mason Brooks vs Trey Dixon: The Mason-Dixon Showdown

With six very sexy and eager young men vying for prominence, the match-ups keep coming, but before long just two finally emerge as the finalists to decide who rules this pool. Mason Brooks sent an ornery Trey Dixon packing in their first round bout and even survived the surprise two-man attack that followed, just to show how tough he is.

Trey Dixon managed to come back and deliver a sound and thorough thrashing to each and every other challenger, from the perpetual jobbers to the budding heels. Both men display their dominance, parading their victims before an enthusiastically hands-on audience, leaving no doubt as they square off that they are the top dogs of this tourney.

As they square of for their second bout of the day, both lean, taut bodies shining with water as they struggle to be the first to gain the upper hand, all their former opponents look on. While there’s no animosity from their audience, there is a rapt attention and maybe even a little awe as they watch these two muscled studs choke and pound one another’s bods. More than one may even be caught licking his lips in anticipation of getting his hands on an ensnared loser before the end of this match.

Mason Brooks is in top form, as he was throughout this extended weekend of multiple matches on the BG East mats, in the BG East ring and now in the Wet ‘n Wild BG East pool. Mason showcases some serious new skills in all of these venues, wet or dry.

And Trey Dixon proves tough enough to take everything Mason dishes out and exhibits a side of himself vicious enough to deliver some serious pain of his own! Bearhugs, chokes, bruising body blows, and scissors abound, including one particularly brutal headscissors which has one wrestler flopping like a fish out of water and then seeing stars.

Amidst such fierce competition we still see an intense passion shine through, the remaining combatants can’t wait to get involved as the tide turns and one weakened and near helpless finalist is dragged before his former victims. The devastating and tantalizing finish leaves no doubt who is crowned king this day, and the resulting rewards from his fawning fans make for an even more spectacular ending. Oh, and then there’s Jonny…

Joshua Goodman vs Brad Barnes & Braden Charron: The Brawn Brothers, One at a Time

Braden Charron’s fortunes have been on the rise, so it’s no wonder that fellow muscle hunk Brad Barnes was eager to team up with him. Just like Brad, Braden is a stunningly hot bodybuilder who’s had a tough row to hoe since he first arrived at BG East. Our biggest and baddest wrestlers eagerly lined up to get their hands all over his pumped pecs and huge biceps, and with little wrestling experience to back up his phenomenal physique, the results were some of our finest muscle bashing matches to date. But looking good while taking a beating was never the measure of success Braden aimed for. In recent months, the ever more competent contender has begun to shed the “muscle jobber” moniker and score decisive victories over impressive opponents.

Brad Barnes, on the other hand, is still waiting to claw his way out of muscle- jobber purgatory. The magnificent muscle hunk has gone down hard and humiliated in each of his rookie outings, finding out the hard way that it takes a lot more than a superhero jawline and rocking hot body to impress at BG East. We’ve heard no complaints, mind you. BG East fans savor the sight of an incredible specimen of muscular development like Brad getting brutally manhandled and beaten to a quivering mass of helplessness. Brad, on the other hand, hasn’t been happy with the outcomes of his matches thus far, and when the opportunity arose to team up with Braden, he jumped at it. Because if anyone knows the formula for shrugging off the muscle jobber mantle, it’s Braden!

Tag team wrestling, however, is an animal all its own. When he teamed up with Dick Rick in Tag Team Torture 15, Braden found out the hard way that placing your trust in a wrestling partner does not always end well, even when you win. As the Brawn Brothers warm up before this match, Braden quickly assumes the role of coach and mentor to tag team virgin Brad. He is in the middle of giving pointers on posing when Mr. Joshua Goodman strolls in wearing black trunks and a bad boy leather vest, sans partner.

“My guy couldn’t make it,” Joshua explains, looking over the top of his sunglasses as he checks out the meat platter piled high in the ring. “But I know ALL about you guys, and I think I can take both of you.” The bodybuilders can’t quite believe that even the notorious Mr. Joshua would dare take them both on single-handedly. “But you’ve gotta follow the rules!” Joshua insists, as he strips out of his vest and begins admiring his pumped pecs and legendarily massive bulge within his provocatively zippered trunks. “One at a time!”

Joshua Goodman vs Brad Barnes & Braden Charron: Bodybuilder Beatdown Goes Too Far?

“This is gonna be easy!” Brad smirks, easily muscling Joshua backward into a corner. “Clean break!” Joshua insists, demanding that Brad back off. Of course, when it’s Mr. J’s turn to back the physique star rookie into a corner, he declines to show the same sportsmanship. Instead, he delivers a vicious kick to Brad’s gut. “How’s the rookie boy doing now?” Mr. J smirks, going to town pounding, stomping, trampling and clawing at Brad’s ripped abs. He drags Brad to his feet by a fistful of his trunks, wedging the blue briefs high up the bodybuilder’s magnificently muscled ass. From his corner across the ring, Braden growls with frustration, “Just wait till I get in there!”

It takes a while for big Brad to catch a break, but suddenly he muscles Joshua backward into his brawn brother’s unfriendly corner. When Braden tags in, a world of hurt crashes down all over Mr. J’s stunningly sexy body. Repeated snap mares slam the heel to his back. Braden dishes out extra helpings of retribution with ab claws, trampling, and gut punching to punish Mr. J for abusing his partner so cruelly. Having learned a thing or two from his own countless beatings, bulging Braden expertly locks on a killer abdominal stretch, showing off Joshua’s toned torso and making the heel’s pendulous package quiver. Suddenly, Brad pleads to tag back in, literally begging his partner to let him be the one to put his tormentor down. Against his better judgment, Braden acquiesces.

Brad instantly applies his own brutal abdominal stretch. “I got him!!” the ripped rookie crows in delight. But then wily Mr. J lifts him off his feet and slams Brad to his back. In a flash, the always dangerous Mr. J is back to brutalizing the baby bodybuilder, quickly making him submit in a total panic. Braden is beside himself on the ring apron, shouting at his pummeled partner. “What the fuck? I give you a chance and you mess it up!?!”

Joshua’s insistence on a clean match is a one-way street (of course!), as he bashes Brad’s balls, drags him around by his hair, and uses the ropes to wrench the rookie’s knee apart. When Braden reminds Joshua about the rules, the heel flips a middle finger salute with contempt. He ignores the first 5 times Brad screams another submission, and only releases his crippling ankle lock when Braden charges in to save his partner.

It takes a while for the muscle heads to glean that Mr. J never had any intention of playing fair. The Brawn Brothers finally abandon “the rules” in favor of revenge. Josh is second-guessing his cocky short cuts and insults as the brawn brothers trade him off in bearhugs, squeezing every ounce of air out of his lungs. The heel is crushed under raging mountains of muscle bearing down on him from every angle. A double bearhug crushes Joshua alive as the bodybuilders exploit their exquisitely toned, thickly muscled physiques with their ripped but withering opponent sandwiched between them.

Mr. Joshua may have pushed his luck too far this time. With Braden’s star on the rise and staring down a double team comprised of two of the hottest, beefiest bodies in the business, even the redoubtable Mr. Joshua’s gargantuan ego and endless supply of dirty tricks may not be enough to save his sizzling hot bacon this time around!

Cameron Matthews vs Lorenzo ‘Jake’ Lowe: The Prodigy and the Protege

What would wrestling be without submissions? While not technically the only way to win, can there be a better way to demonstrate the dominance of one man’s power and skill over another? The futility of struggling when trapped and helpless; the suffering as one’s body is twisted, contorted, or crushed; the humiliation of being forced to admit your defeat and surrender to your opponent’s supremacy, now THAT is a submission.

A wrestler who masters the means to so completely dominate and destroy another man’s body and ego is as dangerous as he can be enthralling. Trapped in a superior foe’s clutches, some wrestlers may even come to admire and even crave the way in which they are tormented by the man they challenged, the man they must now submit to.

Both wrestlers bring impressive arsenals to the mat. A stalwart, dominant and ubiquitous figure on the underground wrestling scene as well as the rings of indy pro wrestling, Cameron Mathews needs little introduction. Years of training and hard-fought, hard-won experience has honed his body and mind into an impressive display of muscle and skill, this babyface-turned-musclestud commands respect at a glance.

Jake (Lorenzo) Lowe may not be bringing the same experience to this match, but the lithe, young fighter has received special tutelage under the infamous Kid Leopard himself, and this fast learner has proven the results of his training in more than one prior match. With a taste for devastating leg splits and the irresistibly provocative kiss of death sleeper, to name a few, Lowe has made bigger men crumble before him.

From the moment the match begins we see the intensity between these wrestlers as they lock eyes before even locking up. Cameron has the size, the muscle, the skill, and the experience to make little Lowe submit as many times as it takes to satisfy himself, even the look in his eyes as he stares down Lorenzo feels like it should earn its own submission. There may be a hint of uncertainty in his face, he’d be crazy to think this would be an easy fight after all, but Lowe doesn’t back down, instead just keeping that seductive gaze locked on Cameron, until the instant both men move to lock up.

Cameron Matthews vs Lorenzo ‘Jake’ Lowe: Submission by Scissors, Splits, and so much More

In a flash Cameron takes Lowe down to the mat and pulls him into one of Lowe’s own favorite leg splits. Even holding out as long as he can against the bigger msuclestud, Lowe is forced to submit barely two minutes into the match. Hurrying back to his feet, Lowe’s pride takes another blow as Cameron taunts, “I might as well leave now.” Before Cameron can say another word Lowe is on top of him, managing to work him into a rough rear naked choke on the mat. Lowe makes a good show of his own skill, but Cameron holds out, not submitting but still trapped in Lowe’s grip until he’s kicked away. The smaller stud can hang with an experienced pro after all.

His irritation at being trapped showing, Cameron answers with a lengthy bearhug, only for Lowe to slip out and then slip him into a very familiar split. But this time there is no release, Cameron is stretched and pulled until his cries turn to a full-fledged submission. Tied at one submission each, these men lock eyes again, Cameron looking dangerous and Lowe looking all the more confident. Deciding he needs to nip that little confidence in the bud, Cam goes on a relentless assault. An over-the-knee backbreaker, an ab stretch, and another leg split later he’s won two more submissions over unlucky Lowe.

But this is only the beginning, in a match like this the number of submissions will be forgotten long before the winner has his fill. Neither man is close to finished and Lowe comes back time and again to catch his opponent in ways that surprise even Cameron, and win more than a few more submissions. Lowe should be careful though, with each attack that look in Cameron’s eyes grows ever more vicious, and besides his wrestling skill the man has muscle to break a lean body like Lowe’s in half. Both men are stretched, pounded, and choked over this long, exhaustive match. Even when the winner seems certain, another turnaround isn’t far, until the final devastating hold which finally forces that most complete and utterly humiliating admission of helplessness from the defeated. This match ends with the beaten and bruised loser at the non-existent mercy of his better, but who will steal the final fall?

Zori Leone vs Big Barry Burke: Rope a Dope

Big Barry Burke is 240 pounds’ worth of California competition-grade muscle squeezed into the spangliest red trunks in the universe. He’s a god, and he knows it. He flashes his big guns at the mirror and smiles with self-satisfaction. But fellow BGEast first-timer Zori Leone of Texas thinks Barry’s a poser and says so right to his face. Zori’s a big guy too all right, stronger and heavier than most wrestlers at BG East. In fact he has a fine-looking pro wrestler’s build, some might even call it ideal, but he is definitely no match for Big Barry in bulk, definition, and elegant v-taper, not by a long shot.

Zori is so “ridiculously overconfident” (Barry’s words, not ours) that he believes he is both buffer than Burke and better at wrestling, as they have both graced indie pro rings and Zori thinks he’s ready for BG East domination. It’s hard to tell whether Barry is more amused or shocked by Zori’s big talk. He tells the Texan that he could beat him with one hand tied behind his back. “Why don’t you put your money where your mouth is?” Zori dares him. Barry blinks, hesitating before accepting a challenge that he inadvertently set for himself. And luckily there just so happens to be a length of white cord at ringside, perfect for tying Barry’s left arm behind him.

Zori binds Barry’s left arm and secures it by wrapping the excess rope around the bodybuilder’s waist. The contest begins with a test of strength, a highly irregular test of strength: Zori’s two hands against Barry’s one. Still, Barry makes Zori all but cry as he bends him backwards and gives the left arm a brutal and emphatic twist.

Barry can do one-armed pushups “all day long,” he announces and then proceeds to pummel the upstart with right-armed elbow drops. A badly aimed elbow drop, however, turns the advantage to Zori, and the shrewd and constantly calculating Texan targets the big guy’s free arm for punishment, bending it in every possible direction, twisting, digging his elbow into it, and stomping it under his boot. Crazed by delusions of greatness, he threatens to rip Barry’s arm right out of its socket, calling it a “little twig arm” … despite the biceps big as Zori’s head. Delusional or not, Zori savvily takes advantage of the situation, and Big Bad Barry’s in some serious deep shit.

“Zori Leone vs Big Barry Burke: No Mercy for You!”

“You’re lucky my arm’s tied,” Barry grunts as Zori grinds him in a headlock. “Nuh-uh,” Zori retorts, “even if you had two arms, I’d still have you on the ground suffering and I’d still kick your big butt.” This arrogance infuriates the big boy and even with one hand tied behind his back, Big Barry powers out, though only briefly. Zori comes right back at him, viciously scratching his fingers across the bodybuilder’s eyes and then winding the one free arm around the middle rope to escalate the humiliating punishment.

The very limiting handicap bondage begins to wear on the muscle monster. Barry pleads to be allowed to use both arms, claiming, “I was just being hypothetical, man!” His pleas fall on deaf ears. Fighting under restraint, Barry does what he can with one arm, though it’s painfully clear that Leone retains almost total control. With an armbar and figure-four choke on Barry, Zori sadistically mocks his opponent’s attempts to power out: “You don’t have it in you. You’re not big enough. You’re not strong enough. You’re weak!”

With incredible determination, Barry rises to his feet, pulling Zori up in the air, still wrapped around Big Barry’s neck. He then hurls the Texan down to the mat, before collapsing, half-blind and exhausted, against the turnbuckle. It ain’t over yet!

Both sweaty and exhausted wrestlers are down on the canvas, moaning, chests heaving as they gasp for air. Both rise to their feet at the same time, but Zori kicks low and mean, toppling Big Barry to the mat. Again, Barry pleads to be free to fight with both hands. “No mercy for you!” Zori replies, with more of a grimace than a smile. Making the most of his critical advantage Zori takes the first fall with a crossface that turns into a full-on choke.

After a long battle trying to stave off the inevitable and avoid defeat, Barry finally relents and submits after a long and ruinous struggle. Zori Leone can’t contain his glee, bizarrely proud of having just beaten a weakling (in his eyes) with one arm tied behind his back!

While Barry shakes the cobwebs out of his head, Zori delivers a triumphant tirade in which he proclaims his intention to thoroughly ruin his opponent’s life, threatening everything from revoking the bodybuilder’s gym membership to towing away his fancy new car for scrap metal. Threatening property is one thing; threatening family is something else! Zori goes a step too far, igniting a fire in Big Barry Burke that ropes may not be able to contain! Spectacular debuts of two massively muscular and totally talented ring studs.

Matt Engel vs Josh Steel vs Justin Silver – Round 1

This 3-way melee features three wrestlers with varying slabs of muscles and experience. The blond bombshell Matt has impressive pecs and bodybuilder type eye-popping calves, but that has yet to add up to a victory for the rookie. Josh has packed on pounds of new muscle since his inception and has turned the corner as a rising superstar on the roster with some recent impressive victories. Justin has a lean ripped body with a shredded 8-pack as the highlight and that most guys would envy, but with little experience was squashed in his debut match against Alex Waters. It will be very interesting to see how this contest plays out! Matt is in white square cuts and white boots, while Josh is in warming up in his corner is festive blue trunks with white stars and white boots, and the newest rookie Justin in purple trunks with black boots that highlight the black body hair running down his chest and abs.

The three some to the center of the ring, each taunting the other, and it’s the veteran Josh who gets the first shot in. He picks Matt up over his head and drives him down, then drives a knee straight into his midsection. After Justin comments saying Josh must have missed a few ab day workouts, the muscle hunk delivers a knee to the rookie’s own shredded abs then shoves him to the mat. He secures Justin’s arm in a hammer lock, and when Matt attempts to break it up, Josh back kicks him in the gut to keep him away. The free-for-all action heats up as Josh sends Justin across the ring and into a clothesline, but when Matt tries for a flying elbow on the rookie, Justin darts out of the way. With the blond rookie Matt laid out, Josh connects with a flying knee drop and Justin follows up with one of his own.

The ruckus continues as Justin locks on a standing full nelson on the muscle hunk Josh and Matt charges to deliver a solid shoulder thrust into Josh’s belly. Josh gets back to his feet and the three circle one another while Josh observes there’s two of you, that’s alright, I’m OK with it. Are the rookies aligning with one another since they can’t over power Josh, and can’t out experience him? Josh and Justin team up to out a beating on Matt, but it’s short lived and Justin comes to Matt’s rescue knocking Josh of from Matt, then placing the surfer dude turned muscle stud into an agonizing camel clutch, stretching his massive arms and pecs.

Matt kneels down to get in Josh’s face to taunt him while he smirks, then inexplicably he decides to knock Justin off the top of Josh. This gives the blond surfer dude time to recover and he turns the tables on the two rookies. He’s overpowers both rookies to the mat and uses his brawny muscles to pound on them. Matt catches Justin in a full nelson on the mat and stretches his lean muscles out, exposing his shredded eight pack. Josh can’t resist, so he bashes away at Justin’s prized abs. Once the dark haired rookie is able to escape, both him and Matt confer and agree to team up to take the big muscle stud Josh out. They dish out the pain on Josh’s muscles with; a double leg boston crab with flying elbows to his back, they send him flying through the air with a double suplex, then back him into the corner and pound away on his sweat soaked chest.

The rookies know they have a good thing going and stay on the attack. They double team Josh and choke him over the ropes, they fling him across the ring into a double clothesline which floors the muscle hunk, and then begin to stretch his magnificent body out on the mat. Josh is in some serious pain and the two rookies don’t relent! They drag him up to his feet, back him into the ropes, and takes turns bashing away on every sweaty muscle. Josh can barely stand from the onslaught, and crumbles to the mat. The two rookies seize the opportunity to finish off the veteran, each of them grab an ankle and an arm and begin pulling away at Josh’s limbs, stretching his arms and crotch out in maximum pain. Josh attempts to fight off the pain but it’s just too unbearable and he moans out a ‘I give’ submission. But that doesn’t satisfy the two dastardly rookies, the keep yanking and pulling on his limbs, demanding he says it louder, and when Josh cries out a few more ‘I give’s’, the rookies gloat in victory and roll the battered muscle stud out of the ring to end round one.

Matt Engel vs Josh Steel vs Justin Silver – Round 2

Round two opens and the two rookies realize it’s going to be one of them who claims their first victory in this match. Justin comes out his corner complaining that he’s still mad at Matt for a cheap shot in the previous round, and Matt snaps back ‘well this is my ring’. They lock up with Justin gaining the advantage. He takes Matt down then straddles him and starts pounding away at the blond bombshell’s mighty pecs. Justin flips him over to a camel clutch, pulling back on Matt’s chin as hard as he can to exert the most pain on his lower back.

Justin continues the assault with a single leg boston crab, even taking time to pose and flex his bicep in domination of the blond bodybuilder. He drags Matt to his feet, then floors him with a clothesline. He chokes Matt over the bottom rope, mocking him in the mirror as Matt watches himself suffer. He then locks an arm bar on the blond’s massive arm and cranks away as Matt suffers in pain. Justin has been in total control of Matt so far in this round, can the blond bodybuilder mount a comeback. Just when you think you know how this is going to end, Matt is able to reverse Justin and catches him in a full nelson and grapevine combo that stretches every last lean muscle in his body.

Matt pays back Justin with a clothesline of his own, and then starts attacking his long, lanky legs. Does the new rookie Justin have enough strength and stamina to mount a comeback? Or, will the bodybuilder Matt be able to control the action and force a submission to claim his first victory? All the sweat soaked action leads up to one of these rookies pulverizing and dominating his opponent to a vicious submission, then proudly posing in vivid victory!

Guido Genatto vs Jake Jenkins: Twister!

Guido Genatto has hit BG East like a category-5 tornado, leaving a wake of destruction everywhere he lands. The company’s Great Hairy Heel spot has been vacant for too long in the absence of the legendary Brooklyn Bodywrecker. Guido has a different vibe than the Wrecker, crazier, coarser, more cataclysmic than methodical, but he’s determined to fill the bill, and, boy oh boy, does he! Genatto is the most amazing brute ever to appear at BGE.

While not exactly pin-up material, Guido still has loads of sex appeal, steeped in psychosis, macho masculinity at its muskiest, and a keen intuition for sadistic head games. Now BG East gives him his juiciest opponent morsel yet: Jake Jenkins, not only beautiful but also strong and competent on the mat as well as in the ring. Having trounced Flash LaCash and Kip Sorell in a furious hail of hard chops and sadistic mangling, Guido now faces pretty-boy Jake, whose own fighting chops are nothing to sniff at.

Jake has manhandled some of BGE’s toughest competition over the years, not always coming out on top, but always bringing a hard fight. Jake might be Guido’s toughest challenge yet. But, that said, we can’t think of a single person in the company who has money on Jake in this fight. Right now, it’s even odds on whether Jenks comes out of it with kneecaps! Warming up in baby-blue trunks and white boots, Jake looks splendid, in tiptop shape and every bit the Prince Charming we have adored over the years.

Guido enters the ring, more laid-back and affable than we’ve ever seen him. He warmly greets Jake with an innocuous “Hey, how are you? Working out?” He urges Jake to repeat one of his practice moves, then … smashes his gut with the sole of his size-12 boot!

Enough chitchat. Time for pain. He snapmares Jake to the mat, then clutches the chin, whips the head back to his hairy chest, and hooks his fingers into Jenkins’ nostrils and stretches them back too. Jake kicks and moans, pulling at Guido’s hands to get loose. Jakes suffering is palpable and visceral. Jake’s hurting and he’s angry!

Once he frees himself from this particularly nasty bit of abuse, Jake leaps back to his feet, a fiercely determined look on his face, dead serious and defiant. Guido is unimpressed and just looks at him with a bemused, quizzical expression on his face. Them without thinking twice about it, Guido just tosses the pretty boy over his shoulders and commences the agonizing process of racking and snapping the dark-haired challenger’s vertebrae apart, bone by bone, even hunkering down so as to amplify the pressure. Virtually on the edge of tears, Jake Jenkins screams and screams and screams.

Guido Genatto vs Jake Jenkins: The Guido Credo

“I’m so fuckin’ great, and you’re so fuckin’ pathetic.” Guido strikes a double biceps pose, one boot planted on Jake’s lower back. The memorable line and the iconic pose encapsulate everything BG East’s Demolition series is about. Next, Guido wraps Jake up with a kneecap-popping “Guido Lock” (appropriated from the Great Muta), saying, “Beg for me now!” Amazingly, Jake weathers the racking pain, refusing to submit, for which perseverance he receives a dismissive elbow jab to the back of the head.

Next, Guido suspends Jake between his huge legs, swinging his victim in a torturous pendulum, repeatedly battering the top of Jake’s head against the turnbuckle. “How about this?” Guido asks, easily executing a fireman’s carry and then deftly dropping Jake down onto his waiting knee. Like a salesclerk suggesting a just-arrived selection of silk scarves, Guido offers Jake an array of sadistic submission holds until Jenks at last taps out in a glisteningly sweaty but brutally arched overlapping toehold and chin lock combination, mercifully ending the first fall. But Jake is not through writhing, grimacing, and whimpering before Guido scoops him up in a spine-busting torture rack to initiate Fall 2.

Where else but at BG East can you find near-criminal submission holds like these? Who else but Guido Genatto has the heft and knowhow to pull them off so effortlessly? And who in the world suffers more beautifully and heartbreakingly than Jake Jenkins? But nothing in the first fall will prepare you for the savage fury of Fall 2. Jake suffers through a gauntlet of the most deliciously devastating and excruciating torture we have seen.

Jake fights back, courageously, even heroically, but the more he struggles, the harder Guido fires back, and the more pain he endures, the more Guido determines to test the outward limits of Jake’s endurance. “I’m so fuckin’ great, and you’re so fuckin’ pathetic,” Genatto crows, plopping his foot upon Jake’s lumbar vertebrae.

Guido is a one-man gauntlet of punishing submission holds, and in this match he treats Jake to a smorgasbord of pain, dishing up big fat dollops of humiliation, intimidation, and future healthcare expenses. Under these conditions, the best I can say for Jake, no stranger to the tao of heelery himself, is that nobody twitches more prettily.

The final battle of Demolition 17 goes beyond every squash job you’ve seen here or probably anywhere else. At the risk of sounding hyperbolic, Genatto-vs-Jenkins may be not only the best Demolition match in the history of the series. It may, in fact, be the best match to ever come out of BG East. Ever. And that, friends, is saying a whole hell of a lot!

Jonny Firestorm vs Nicholas Rush: Ordeal by Fire

In his first singles match after an only marginal partnership with the less-than-reliably loyal Lon Dumont, Nicolas Rush faces BG East’s reigning resident heel, Jonny Firestorm. Oh my, oh my! Fight Jonny Firestorm and, win or lose, you are officially a BG East wrestler. You have matriculated. A match with Jonny at BGE is what pledgeship is like in a college fraternity. Even if you haven’t got the muscle and guile to beat the guy, and very few do, you have to have the balls to face him in the ring before anybody in the company troubles himself even to learn your name. And Nicolas has the balls. At any rate, he HAD the balls until Jonny impetuously blindsided him and racked his nut-sack against the middle rope. That Jonny! What a guy! Welcome to the fraternity, Nicky boy!

Jonny skips the formalities of fraternal initiation and rushes headlong into the horrors of hazing. He clubs Nicolas’ back with both fists, flattening him face first to the mat. Then he pulls the fledgling wrestler up by the scruff and chops the back of the kid’s head with his triceps. Nick careens into the ropes, where Jonny, a technician of traumatic injury, uses them to bind and further torment the hapless newcomer. Not even a minute into the first fall, and it’s already a bad, bad day for young, tall, tenacious Nicholas Rush.

Jonny looks almost bored as he pulps and punishes the rookie’s head in a tight head scissors hold, with a crushing body scissors soon to follow thereafter. Nicolas moans and groans and feebly thrashes about as Jonny flexes his biceps for the his own admiration and for the delectation of us fans watching at home. His perfidy knowing no limits, Jonny grabs a top rope for elevated leverage to ratchet up the pressure on Nicholas’s skull.

Senseless cruelty excites some people (OK, LOTS of people!) and silky white trunks do nothing to disguise how much Jonny relishes pulverizing poor Nicolas. “How does that mat taste? How does it taste!” Jonny barks out the question, while grinding the kid’s face to the mat. Cruelty like Jonny’s is both a talent and a hard-won achievement. His finesse and ingenuity in the art of pain never fail to impress. These two fighters may weigh the same but Nicolas is akin to a long bow going up against a small Firestorm tank.

For some reason, Nick’s cute baby face becomes the main target of Jonny’s wrath, most obviously when Firestorm’s fingers snag the kid’s nostrils, eye sockets, and lips, as if Jonny intends to rip it off like a lucha mask. In this, Jonny pushes too far perhaps, because in a moment of extreme agony, anger and utter desperation, Nicolas reaches up and rakes his fingernails across Jonny’s eyes, stunning the overly confident Firestorm and thus turning the tide of the match … could it possibly be? Could it happen?

Jonny Firestorm vs Nicholas Rush: Torn Apart at the Seams

Nicolas Rush’s audacity in fighting back against Jonny Firestorm is swiftly chastised. Jonny slams the rookie’s forehead to the turnbuckle and then mounts the ropes to strangle him. Have no fear: the BGE cameraman pulls in tight on this, so we get the full impact of Jonny’s crotch to Nicolas’s face, while his fingers clutch the victim’s adam’s apple. There should be awards for shots like this one. The corner punishment continues as Jonny imprints Nicholas’s stomach with the sole of his boot. Then Jonny pulls Nick away from the corner by the hair and smashes the kid’s stomach to his knee.

It’s probably best that Nicolas skipped breakfast and lunch on the day of the shoot because right away Jonny proceeds to clamp his legs on the kid’s midsection for a hellish body scissors, flip-flopping him from side to side like a fish out of water. Twist and push as he may, Nicholas can do nothing to free himself. And yet the one thing he refuses to do is submit despite repeated and torturous punishment to his ribs and midsection.

In the future, cute rookie boys should be warned not to sign up for a BG match in the Demolition series without: A) first noting the name of the series, and B) fully alerting themselves to the consequences and fallout from such an endeavor. Firestorm demolishes Rush with no more conscience than a Waffle House fry cook cracks eggs.

Nicolas endures unbelievable pain and humiliation, while disregarding repeated opportunities to simply give up and end the torture. The rookie’s rather remarkable resilience inspires even Jonny’s grudging respect, which does not, however, stop Jonny from continuing to gleefully rip the kid apart. A gut grinding iron claw to his vulnerable belly finally convinces Nicolas to submit. But by now Jonny is too worked up to stop.

Having ravaged the rookie’s face and stomach, next the Firestorm targets Nick’s spinal column and legs in a wild, even exhilarating exercise of controlled fury and extraordinary leopard locks and submission holds climaxing at the vertex of pro wrestling: a sleeper-choke finish, the two sweaty bodies, near exhaustion, locked together at the extreme of pro-wrestling vanquishment! Incomparable action, as only BG East can produce.

Charlie Panther vs Jayden Mayne: All Over Jayden

Never lacking in self-confidence, Jayden Mayne has gunned for bigger wrestlers since he first arrived at BG East. He debuted against another newcomer, Trent Blayze, who outweighed him by almost fifty pounds. Since then, Jayden has faced off against muscle beasts like Joe Robbins and fiercely competitive grapplers like Jake Jenkins. Still a relative rookie but serious about his training regimen, Jayden has never said no to a challenge, even when, by all objective standards, he’s seriously outclassed.

In Demolition 17 Jayden takes on a quadruple dose in Charlie Panther, a handsome hunk of a man who has it all over Jayden in size, muscular definition, experience, and attitude. Like Jayden, Charlie is serious about ring wrestling. As a rule, he prefers competition with experienced fighters like Jonny Firestorm and Paul Hudson; smaller, feisty battlers who over the years have proved that they’re more than two handfuls for competitors of every size. It’s guys like Jonny and Paul that Jayden looks up to and models himself after, and since beginning to train at BGEast he has shown much promise of greatness that, unfortunately, hasn’t materialized in victories in the squared circle… not fully, not yet.

“Do you have any idea whatsoever what you’re in for tonight?” Charlie barks as he enters the ring. Jayden attempts a comeback, but he’s too slow in pulling his words together, and Charlie smartly and nonchalantly talks right over him, easily winning the verbal battle as he positions himself at the mirror to soak in the hard curves of his sculpted physique. The wrought-iron convexity of those thighs cannot have escaped Jayden’s attention, and one hardly needs to mention the bulge at the crotch of his provocative animal-print trunks.

Panther has totally discombobulated the nonplussed young Jayden. Tongue-tied and clearly frustrated, Mayne lashes out without warning, leaping onto Charlie Panther’s back and attempts a rear choke on the big guy. Is this strategy? Or is it hubris? Almost effortlessly Charlie flips him overhead, and long, lean Jayden lands hard. A stunned Mayne can’t regain his bearings before Charlie commences to kicking the shit out of him. When Charlie tells him to get up and show what he’s got, Jayden again lashes out wildly, hurling Charlie to the turnbuckle for some gut punching, but Charlie swats him away again.

“NOW you go to school!” Charlie tells him as he prepares to lay a mean squash on the cute ring rookie. But Jayden is determined to show Panther, as well as The Boss and all of us, what he has since been learning at the BG East Wrestling Institute – and as the action heats up, it looks like Charlie Panther may be the one who needs to start taking notes.

Charlie Panther vs Jayden Mayne: Thighs Wide Shut

Despite young Jayden’s auspicious start, Charlie is just too powerful, too experienced and savvy a wrestler for frat-house hijinks. In a figure-four choke, his skull crushed between the veteran’s sturdy thighs, all Jayden can do is flail and, ultimately, submit – not, by any means, an unpleasant site to observe! Charlie takes a short breather to glance at himself in the mirror and then proceeds to assault the kid before he can even get up from the mat. Again, Jayden feels the might of Charlie’s superbly carved thigh muscles as they smash the pretty boy’s ears flat in a seemingly endless headscissors. Panther executes the hold with both savage intensity and exquisite grace, the muscles of his tall (6’1″) frame shifting, as well as his animal print trunks turning, and glimmering like glass tiles in a kaleidoscope.

Charlie has never looked better than he does here on Demolition 17 – those pecs, those abs, those legs, that butt, that bulge! And The Black Panther takes every opportunity to showcase his jawdropping beauty even as the long, lean and sexily hapless babyface Jayden writhes at his feet, moans in hopeless agony and, again, submits yet another fall.

But, hey, let’s not write Jayden off so fast! Mayne has loads of spunk, and beautiful Charlie had best not underestimate the younger wrestler’s determination and grit. Given an opportunity, Jayden is quick to take it, and (wouldn’t you know it?) he uses it to target Panther’s menacing legs for special punishment and revenge. He shows the veteran that his own slender but sinewy thighs can deliver a mean scissors hold, too.

Both wrestlers display a previously unrecognized talent for hurting people as they bring out the very best in each other as competitors. The third fall is full of surprises and delights for all wrestling fans, but for those of us who have been waiting for Panther (with four previous BGE matches under his belt) and Mayne (with five) to at last vault into the upper ranks of BG East superstars, after this match that wait is over. A delicious Demolition delight.

Lucky Star

Lucky Loko is a longhaired wild child with more ink on his body than in most Sunday newspapers. He doesn’t shy away from taking on much larger, heavier wrestlers (i.e. Austin Cooper and Dev Michaels) so 99.9% of his “luck” consists of survival. In light of this lack of caution, the “loco” part of the name is probably self-explanatory. That he not only survives but delivers stiff chops and hard kicks along the way is what raises Lucky above the typical jobber role and sometimes makes him hard for fans (and opponents) to peg.

A few weeks ago when we asked him which wrestler he’d like to face off against next, Lucky shrugged his shoulders noncommittally and said, “I’ll fight anybody who thinks he can take me.” When the newly shorn and infinitely more beefy Bobby Horton enters the fight space and first lays eyes on Loko, his dismissive response (“Seriously? This is what they give me?”) is something Lucky Loko has heard a thousand times before.

While his massive opponent paces the periphery, shaking his head in mockery and disbelief, Lucky approaches the ropes, daring Horton to step in the ring with him. Bobby climbs up on the apron and leans in, bending the top rope under his massive torso. “I’m gonna work you like you’ve never been worked before,” he promises. “Oh yeah?” replies Lucky, unflinching and getting right up into big Bobby’s face. “Get in here and prove it.” Horton continues the big talk all the way into the ring, but when the fight starts, it’s Lucky who’s the initiator, storming in on the big boy with both boot and fist.

It’s an impressive opener, lightning fast and full of heart and heat, startling the big guy and forcing him back a step or two. But Big Bobby recovers and retaliates with a hard right that flattens Lucky to the mat. Adding insult to injury, Bobby hurls Lucky against the turnbuckle, pulls his head back by his long hair, and bitch-slaps him before planting his knee into the kid’s abs with the full force of his body behind it. For poor Lucky, Bobby Horton must look like Friday the 13th, a cracked mirror, a black cat, and the evil eye, all rolled into one.

“You Know My Name?”

Like most heels faced with a lighter, lean and very longhaired opponent, Bobby finds Lucky Loko’s luxurious locks an irresistible target. He yanks it, twists it, swings Lucky around the ring by it. (Who knows what the kid’s thinking… not only is he picking fights with dudes who sport an intimidating fifty pound weight advantage over him but he’s also growing his hair long!) “You got me workin’ up a sweat,” Bobby says accusingly, then spits into the palm of his hand and slaps it to Lucky’s six-pack abs. The smack resounds in the arena.

If you wear your headphones, you may even be able to feel the sting of this blow. Bobby sits his 225 lbs heavily on Lucky’s chest, butt up to the kid’s chin, and drives his knuckles to the navel, leering. While effortlessly throttling his opponent, Horton gripes, “I thought they said, after all this time, they’d finally find me some serious competition.”

Bobby tells Lucky he knows “this turf” from another time and then asks the kid if he knows his name. Lucky doesn’t have a clue, but given his excruciating pain, he probably doesn’t even know his OWN name right now. Horton tries to jog his memory with hints: “Tall, lean, long hair, years ago ….” Still, nothing. Assuming Lucky ever knew the name “Bobby Horton,” it’s unlikely he’s in an emotional place right now to connect it with the buzz-cut, burly and brutal demolition pain-master who now holds him in thrall.

What’s truly amazing is how much abuse Lucky can take and then still function, even if only involuntarily. Bobby batter, bashes and brutalizes the lean long hair, Lucky survives even a deadly sleeper hold that looks like it would finish a brute twice his size. Evidently, Loko is “lucky” in the same sense that cockroaches are lucky to have outlasted dinosaurs.

Lucky absorbs every blow, throw and utter indignity until Bobby gets tired of dishing it up and moves on to a new punishment. Finally Lucky submits under the pressure of a prolonged and punishing full nelson that nearly snaps his neck. At the start of Fall 2, it looks like Lucky might be able to turn the match around after he dodges a clothesline attack, but a pulverizing and very sexy bearhug seems to slam that window of opportunity shut.

If anything, the second fall is even more brutal than the first, climaxing in yet another bearhug; long, sweaty, and cataclysmic. Fans of demolitions that gouge the pluck out of even the pluckiest wrestlers (of whom Loko is almost certainly a legendary example) can find none better than those served up at BG East, where heels are kings, and babyfaces are pawns to be destroyed, only to be transfigured sometimes into heels.

Ty Alexander vs Drake Marcos: Matroom to Bedroom: A Tale of Two Trunks, or, Boys in Briefs

Adorable rookie Ty Alexander debuted less than six months ago, but the eager and effervescent babyface already boasts an impressive fan following. Cute as the proverbial button and sporting an eye-catching bubble butt, young Ty made our mouths water in his first outing by demonstrating his passion for the carnal delights of wrestling. The kid likes the hurt (both giving and receiving) and he possesses a full-on passion for the eroticism that a brutal battle can inspire. Taking a beating, giving a beating, in the ring, on the mats, on the grass or in the pool, it’s all good as far as Ty is concerned, just so long as the action is intensely intimate and careens headlong toward a balls-out, explosive finish.

Ty arrived at BG East fully formed as a gear fetishist. To say he collects wrestling gear doesn’t quite capture the extent of his infatuation with gear of all types, shapes, colors and combinations. He also has become BG East’s unofficial Keeper of the Wardrobe, sorting and organizing the plethora of many stretchy bit of, north and south. And he has multiple closets of his own packed to the ceiling with singlets, thongs, trunks, and high-fashion underwear. So when BG East’s resident top jobber Drake Marcos sent the rookie a very alluring and seductive photo of a brand new and very sexy pair of high-end lime green underwear, all he had to do was offer to let Ty take them home with him as a trophy… if he could beat him on the mats and strip them off of Drake first.

Drake’s star has been on the rise ever since his handsome mug caught the eye of The Boss almost two years ago. Despite extensive private wrestling tutorials from Kid Leopard himself, Drake has had his ass handed to him in every match thus far. Hearing the term “jobber” bandied about, however, doesn’t sit well with one of the most earnest young studs in our stable. Winning the most votes for Squash of the Year (as the squashee, of course) merely lit a fire under Drake to finally write a new destiny for himself by earning his first tick in the victory column. And angelic, doe-eyed babyface Ty looks precisely like the fresh meat that Drake is ready to sink his big boy teeth into.

Ty arrives in the BG East Florida mat room to find Drake’s bag, but no Drake. Hmmm…. Ty’s eyes light up with curiosity and mischievousness. A gear bag? Yum! You can almost see Ty Alexander salivating. Although the babyface newbie may look like an angel, he has nothing but bold-faced larceny and leering lasciviousness on his mind as he immediately begins to rifle through his opponent’s big wrestling bag of goodies. He fishes out those coveted and supposedly contested lime-green trunks and steps out of the room to change into the very gear that he was supposed to have to wrestle off of Drake. What young Ty may lack in experience, he sure makes up for outright audacity and downright balls!

Ty Alexander vs Drake Marcos: Mat Room to Bed Room: Hard Feelings, Harder Cocks

Drake is none too pleased to discover that, not only has Ty stolen his gear, but the cocky babyface has the gall to be wearing them when he appears for their match. “That’s mine! I told you I was going to wear that!” he rages as Ty shrugs innocently, swearing that he didn’t steal them. “Well, I’m just going to have to take them back,” Drake promises, slipping into a sexy pair of pink and white briefs. “You can try!” Ty smirks back at him.

Drake’s furious opening attack cannot be described as a “try.” With total command, he puts Ty on his back and into serious jeopardy within seconds. Channeling his mentor’s singular focus and brutal lust for making an opponent scream, Drake applies multiple holds simultaneously to devastating effect. He seems to swallow his opponent whole with a combination body-scissors, armbar, and rear-naked choke that sucks the air right out of the brazen rookie. “Didn’t your mother teach you never to steal?” Drake sneers, milking one of countless submissions out of the overwhelmed babyface.

The tussle turns even more ferocious when Drake attempts to forcibly reclaim his gear. With his prized bounty suddenly at risk of repatriation, adorable Ty snaps back with a vengeance, wringing stunned submissions of his own out of the upperclassman with sleeper holds and muscle-ripping pec claws. “Try to take MY gear?! I don’t think so!” Ty roars, smothering him in a face-to-crotch headscissors that leaves Drake gasping for air.

The more brutal the babyface battle grows, the bigger both boys bulge in their briefs. One jobber sees his hopes to claim his first victory slowly fade as both sets of trunks are stripped and shoved down his throat. Sleeper holds drag the wasted stud into unconsciousness, only to be roused repeatedly with hungry liplocks and loud, smack-cracking butt slaps. A cock-sucking schoolboy pin signals which battered babyface remains among the ranks of the jobbers. “It’s a little hot in here,” the first-time victor murmurs as he drags his vanquished opponent from the mat room by his hard cock…

You don’t know how many times that we hear BG East fans lament that they can’t follow the wrestlers behind the scenes after such blazingly hot action as this. Well, this time, you will! This erotic combat continues to melt into full on passion as Drake and Ty continue to tussle in bed while Sexy Showdown 5 plays on the big screen for ambiance and inspiration. Chokes and strokes drive both studs harder and harder as they tease and coax one another to an explosive finish line. With the passionate embraces and liplockingly hungry making out, you might even think that all is forgiven, with the score settled decisively on the mat. But you’d be wrong, as one last, furious cum-soaked slap to the face demonstrates. This is the paradigmatic story of erotic wrestling told whole-cloth, from playful start to satisfying, humiliating, jizz-slap finish!