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Cameron Matthews vs Christian Taylor: Good Clean Fun?

It will come as a shock to some that Cameron Matthews, with over two dozen BG East matches to his credit, including two Wrestler Spotlights devoted entirely to him, has not once stepped foot in the Wrestleshack. Until now, that is. Quick to rectify the situation, The Boss signed him to this match, taking on Christian Taylor, who is lately anxious to shed his twink image by taking on a pro of Cameron’s experience and reputation. Cameron thinks of his first shed match as a ‘free vacation’ grapple, given his opinion of his opponent.

We first see Cameron and Christian ambling up a woodsy path towards the shack, shirtless in worn-out blue jeans, trading goodnatured “buddy shoves” along the way, then shedding their flip-flops at the door. (Reread that sentence, if you like: There rests, right under the image’s idyllic Mayberry quaintness, a bubbling mass of erotic heat, threatening to erupt.)

“Do I really have to stretch to kick your ass?” Cameron jokes as he steps inside. Christian smiles at the Champ’s cockiness, and the match begins without prologue. Indeed, it would be hard to find two more wholesome-looking faces on the BGE roster than Christian and Cameron. There’s an aw-shucks quality to the way they tussle, tying their gangling arms together and tumbling to the mat.

But Christian is quick to take advantage, grabbing and twisting his opponent’s bare foot at the ankle till Cameron squawks, “You bastard!” and laughs, still believing he and Christian are here for some innocent horseplay. But despite his angelic appearance, Christian likes to play rough, hard and aggressive rough. He means to raise the temperature of this fight as quickly and as high as possible. Cameron may not know it yet, but he’s playing for keeps!

Cameron Matthews vs Christian Taylor: “What You Got?”

“What you got, man?” a newly aggressive Christian really wants to find out! Cameron tosses him off and tousles the kid’s hair, chuckling like it’s all for fun. Christian reverses, pushing Cameron face down to the mat, then grabbing his wrist and yanking the arm up in a wrenching chickenwing. He tousles Cameron’s hair, as if to say, “Who’s the kid, now?” What he actually says is “You wanna give already?” Still all smiles, Cameron replies, “Not to YOU …,” adding, with the first note of irritation in his voice, “… Pussy.”

When Christian boasts, “Kicking your ass just comes natural,” Cameron bucks him off, snags him in an armbar, and gives the kid’s tit a nasty twist. Then, to make sure his point is crystal clear, he straddles Christian’s chest and forces his face up into his crotch. What “comes natural” in a situation like this is that line after line may be crossed till somebody ends up shamed, even seriously hurt. What’s fascinating to watch is the tension as it mounts, gradually wearing away the veneer of frisky “fun” as tempers flare, revealing the game for what it is, a man-sized bid for dominance and control.

Christian has shown his bully tendencies before in other matches. He often likes to push an opponent just a little further, then further still, as if, in his mind, it can never go far enough. He likes things to be intense. Punches, chokes, low blows, anything to raise the heat. But we’ve never seen him go as far as this. When an injured Cameron complains, “I thought we were just playing!” Christian replies defensively, “You said you were about to fight back. I thought that was the deal, punk.”

If Christian wants a real fight to put his manhood to the test, he may be picking on the wrong guy. Sure, Cameron is one of the most easygoing guys in wrestling. But Cameron calls himself “Champ” only half in jest (if even half). He knows a hundred ways to hurt you, twenty of which will make you wish you had never been born. Christian may not like it as much as he thinks, when Cameron finally turns on him. As the two shed first their jeans, then all civilized restraints, it’s clear this match won’t be over till one of them has beaten the shit out of the other. This battle of the baby face lookers in their butt hugging underwear is truly astonishing!

Paul Hudson vs Denny Cartier: Lucky Takedown

Paul Hudson has a “cult following” (we don’t know what else to call it) among BG East fans. The wrestler projects a hard-to-resist roughneck appeal that attracts ardent devotees. What most fans like best about Paul is his tenacity. Once he latches on to an opponent, he never lets go. He moves quickly and snakes his way around his opponents. And he’s never at a loss for a punishing move, be it in the ring – or on the mat.

One of our most fearless wrestlers, Paul has taken on opponents big and small, representing a wide range of wrestling experience, notably superstar pros like Cameron Matthews, Donnie Drake, and Joe Robbins. Against such giants of the ring, Paul has brought nothing less than his best fight every time and chalked up an impressive number of wins. No small part of his success in the squared circle is due to his training and natural propensity for mat grappling, which just happens to be the name of the game in BG East’s Wrestleshack.

His opponent, Denny Cartier, nonetheless enters the shack full of confidence. It’s Denny’s first match in the Wrestleshack. (It’s Hudson’s second, so he’s claiming ownership of the space.) Denny started his BGE career jobbing against renowned badass BG East heels like Bulldog Barzini and Jonny Firestorm but not without demonstrating considerable mat skills. Now he wants to put his jobbing days behind him and go for ‘full-on, fair’ grappling – in regulation amateur gear, no less. Does he have the killer instincts to handle a wily dynamo like Paul, whose mat and ring skills make him the favorite here?

Clearly ready to be aggressive, Denny charges and gets the initial takedown. Only Denny seems unsurprised. “Lucky takedown,” Paul mumbles sourly, immediately taking control of his ambitious opponent. But Denny shows he’s more than just lucky, turning the match back around and burying Paul underneath him. Paul mutters something about “pity points,” as if he were LETTING Denny ride him like a bitch. Against expectations, the match is shaping up into a give-and-take contest. It takes Denny seven minutes, but he gains the first fall over Paul with a three-count pin! Who saw that coming?

Paul Hudson vs Denny Cartier: “I Should Knock You the Fuck Out!”

Paul is pissed off. The singlet straps come down for the second leg of the contest. “Now we play by MY rules!” Paul insists. With good reason, Denny balks, looking distrustful. What exactly are Paul Hudson’s rules? Not bothering with details, Paul baits him dismissively. “Don’t be a pussy!” he sneers.

Of course Denny accepts the challenge, and by the usual rules this should be the point in the match when Paul squashes Denny out of existence. Indeed, Paul goes for the jugular, using a figure-four choke to cut off the man’s oxygen. Denny cries foul, but they are playing by Paul’s rules now. Then, out of nowhere, Denny rebounds with more fire than Paul thought he had in him. Denny reverses the hold. Now it’s Paul who’s wriggling like a worm, turning blue in the face, and crying foul.

A quick succession of submissions resolves nothing between them. Each fall only escalates the level of rage. Paul strikes his opponent’s legs, especially the joints at the knees and ankles. Still, the battle remains too close to call. The singlets get tugged off and used as hangman’s nooses. Paul and Denny go all out, NO rules now, as they enter full fury mode that eventually climaxes with a piledriver … or two.

The passions here may be bigger than the tiny shack can contain. This is the sexiest, most savage match either wrestler has endured. All in all, it’s a star turn for Paul Hudson and Denny Cartier alike. Anything can happen, and as the competition mounts and the grudges heat up, it’s a race to see who gets a boner first, the wrestlers or the fans!

Challenge: Submit the Hairy Chested Stud

Since Torvik Tirva’s debut as one of the UK’s ‘New Breed’ of motel grapplers and his challenging all-out fight against pro Brad Flash, on Motel Madness 11, the sexy Latvian has watched his popularity grow. This cocky tough guy has seen ring action before, but he likes the no-holds-barred private action that can just pop up at any moment in the relative safety (from referees) of the private hotel room. Ever since he started, he’s wanted to get his hands on fellow ‘New Breed’ Londoner Sasha, but Sasha is a slippery man.

The hairy-chested gypsy hunk has irons in many fires in the international metropolis that is London, and just tracking Sasha down to set up this match took over a year. So when it finally happened, Torvik had worked up quite a healthy desire to dominate this tightly muscled street fighter. He also wanted to make sure Sasha wore those shiny orange trunks that glittered next to his tanned hairy legs and abdomen when Sasha fought Darren Madison. Both are men of few words, but with a glance you can see they are serious about this battle, and the unusually large English hotel room is barely big enough to contain the intensity of the action in this long-awaited encounter.

Smoldering Sasha has more than his sexy looks going for him. Those muscles are incredibly powerful, and it’s the simplest of holds, the deceptively survivable ones, that have Torvik reluctantly squealing “I give” after a stoic forbearance. He squeezes his hairy legs of steel and twice forces a submission first with a ‘simple’ tight bodyscissors, then with a ‘simple’ side headlock/keylock combination squeezing Torvik’s big head. Not that the Latvian doesn’t fight back. In fact, Torvik seems to have an unlimited reserve of energy, and shucks off the submission-dealing pain and comes back for more. Is this part of a strategy…?

Another Sleeper Bonanza!

Still, Sasha’s very mean boston crab has Torvik tapping when he really looks like he should be screaming, and now he’s down 3-1 against the sexy barefoot stud.

Torvik’s armbars and choke attempts demonstrate that Strategy is definitely the route he’s taking to best the powerful coiled musculature of the hot-bodied Sasha. He doesn’t have a choice. Even Torvik’s sleeper attempts teach him that Sasha is unafraid of Torvik’s powerful arms. They just aren’t powerful enough to harm this fighter.

So Torvik starts going for other variations to weaken the gypsy dynamo. When Sasha manages to power out of a guillotine choke, he’s just weak enough that Torvik can eak out a 2nd submission with a bodyscissors/armbar combination. This seems to be the key: weaken, double up the pain. Torvik uses his size advantage to escape pins and repeated scissors attempts, and whenever Sasha gets tired he locks on his most painful joint locks. When a boston crab won’t get a submission, Torvik turns it into a knee cranking single leg crab variation that just does the trick!

Not that Sasha gives up easily. And not that he doesn’t respond in kind. This match is a constant lesson in tit-for-tat, as Sasha ups the ante each time Torvik demonstrates his strategy is working. Now it’s Sasha trying to use guillotines and sleepers. Sasha gets behind but it’s clear these healthy athletes are excited enough by this competition to go on for hours. Instead, Sasha offers Torvik a chance he can’t refuse: a sudden-death ‘one more submission and you win’. Crippler crossface, sleeper, rear bodyscissors, figure 4 sleeper: the guys go all out The finale is another knock out and pin, making this a three-KO Motel Match, because if there’s one thing motels guarantee, it’s sleep and nice dreams!

Joshua Goodman vs Cage Thunder: A Surprise Party of One

Mr. Joshua is always in demand. When you sport a perfect physique dipped in the fountain of seemingly eternal youth, you will have admirers. When you are a wrestler whose body can absorb punishment, suffer exquisitely, and fight back while adjusting a package one size short of an easter basket, well… You will never be left wanting for a wrestling partner. And so it is that Josh Goodman finds himself jonesing for a little action as he suns himself on his hotel balcony in yet another city where he’s ‘touring’ the local scene.

Josh – Mr. Joshua as he prefers to be addressed – is always confident because he has the body and the BG East experience to back it up. He’s lost plenty of matches, but he’s slowly becoming a force to be reckoned with and he is only too happy to oblige his many fans who want a try at beating – or getting beaten by – that perfect tanned body.

As he hears a knock on his room door – and yells an invitation to come on in through the unlocked door – he confides to his hometown friend on the phone that he “met a guy online. Supposed to kick his ass. I’ll call you after I’m done.”

Coming in from the balcony to greet his opponent, he’s stopped cold by a surprise knee to the gut and the terrifying image of masked Cage Thunder tossing him unceremoniously to the ground. As he holds his midsection, and Cage continues a relentless attack, he can only mumble “who are YOU!?” to the beefy muscled masked monster bent on his destruction. A master of disguises, Cage rarely wears the same mask, and now we see that his online disguises can be quite diverse as well. Josh had no idea who he was inviting into his inner sanctum. As Cage tortures his arm, lays an ab claw into that tender eight-pack, splits his legs apart and pins and spanks his victim, it’s clear that he’s the organizer of a Surprise Party at Josh’s expense.

Joshua’s superhero body is battered and shocked, but not yet beaten, but even when he battles back and tries to stop his tormentor, Cage’s relentless and sinister energy just sucks up the pain and then delivers it back to Mr. Joshua two fold. A motel mauling has begun…

Joshua Goodman vs Cage Thunder: Newton’s Law of Sadism

Josh does have some moves to go along with his smoking hot body: numerous times he turns the tables on the mysterious intruder, headscissoring him at various points to slow down the maniacal masked muscledude, forearming smashing him, elbowing him and working over his back with all the desperation of a cornered animal. He even gets a camel clutch at one point and eeks a submission out of the insanely flexible Thunder. Enjoying a moment of revenge, Josh makes Cage say his submission again and again.

But just moments after holds that would make most of Josh’s opponents scream in agony, Cage seems unstoppable again! Josh uses his bulging muscles to powerful effect but it only seems to enrage and engage the sexy masked sadist.

Cage looks through his blazing red mask and sees a target written all over that eight pack midsection just above Josh’s famed package. The masked man tears at Josh’s breadbasket with endless claws that have Josh whimpering, blows that stagger the superstar, and knees and punches against the wall when Josh has the audacity to try to remove Cage’s precious mask. Josh is staggered yet again, and his body is put on display as he suffers an unbelievable abdominal stretch with an ab claw that has Cage screaming his own submissions.

“I’m outa here,” Josh sputters as he tries to leave, not wanting to see what his body will suffer next. Cage stops him and delivers a gut buster, then another one. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! My abs!” And that’s not the only target Thunder has in his sites. Despite Josh’s angry and desperate counter-bashing and hopeful headscissors that drive Cage’s head into the ground, the big hairy chested dynamo uses nearly every hold done to him back on his hapless model opponent. Any Josh action gets an equal and opposite reaction! Such is the Thunder force of nature!

Josh’s one vice, loving to pose after a submission, even comes back to haunt him as Cage just grabs him by the nuts and parades him around the room, then lets him drop holding his precious package in agony. Attacking the muscleboy’s abs again, or applying yet another return submission hold, it’s clear Cage is getting off on destroying this stud. The second knockout finale to this beautiful and sadistic struggle will have you gasping and admiring just how much wrestling devastation can be delivered in the privacy of a hotel room.

Alex Waters vs Gage Cardona & Ethan Andrews

Cocky fratboy Alex has been having his way around here lately, especially with the new rookies that have joined the roster. He’s on a six match win streak, dominating newbies Justin Silver and Matt Engel, and looking very impressive in conquering veterans Zack Johnathan, Austin Cooper, and even resident bad boy Ethan Andrews. That didn’t go over very well with Ethan, he has a reputation of having his way with the muscle hunks. Rookie Gage had a rough debut match, and was beaten to a pulp by Dash Decker. His luck has not gotten any better, as he’s matched up against the superstar Alex in just the second time he’s stepped into the squared circle. Gage has previous wrestling experience and also some MMA experience, but it didn’t help much in his previous match. Let’s see if he can use it to his advantage in this match.

Gage is waiting in the ring, warming up in his red trunks, red tank top, and red knee-high socks. He’s also sporting black frame glasses that make him look like he could have just come from the Comic Con convention. He appears both anxious and a little nervous. Alex struts into the ring calm, cool, and confident. Immediately Alex starts with the trash talking, wanting to get inside the rookie’s head. He ask Gage, ‘do you know who you’re wrestling?’ and the rookie replies with a hint of naivety ‘well you name’s Alex.’ The cocky fratboy uses one of the oldest tricks in the book, and the newbie falls for it. He extends his hand for a handshake, and connects with a fist to the newbie’s abs. Gage is stunned and says ‘oh, so you’re a cheap player’ and Alex replies, ‘hell yeah I am’ before scooping the lightweight up and slamming him to the mat. Alex smells blood and he’s on the attack. He starts slamming and tossing Gage around the ring, attacking his back with stomps at every moment. He begins toying with the rookie in a series of holds that begins with a head scissors, includes a double leg drop kick to the sternum, and ends with Gage choked over the rope as Alex shoves his boot down on the dazed rookie.

Gage attempts to use his quickness when he gets to his feet, but to no avail, Alex catches him in a headlock and hip tosses him to the mat. While Gage squirms in pain on the mat, the cocky fratboy takes the opportunity to take a stroll across his back. He then pulls the rookie to his feet and shoves him into the corner turnbuckle. He goes to work on Gage’s lean body with several back-handed slaps across the chest, telling him that back-handed means he’s a bitch!

Alex continues to dominate round one, though Gage is able to gain control for a short time, but it’s evident he’s no match for the reigning superstar. Alex started this round attacking Gage’s back, and he’s going to finish this round by attacking the rookie’s back. With the sweat dripping from Gage’s body, Alex drapes him over his knee in an over the knee backbreaker, lifts and slams him with several suplexes, then tightly clamps on a double leg boston crab that has him squirming in pain and searching for any way to escape. Alex likely could have submitted him right then, but his hedonistic mind decides it wants to inflict even more pain that sends a message to the rookie. Alex sets him up for a crotch ripping banana split in the center of the ring. He spreads Gage’s legs to the limit until the newbie succumbs to the pain and cries out a submission. Message sent and message delivered. Alex flexes his mighty muscles over his crumbled, conquered opponent to claim round one!

Alex Waters vs Gage Cardona & Ethan Andrews: Round 2

Round two begins with Alex asking ‘how’s that groin area?’ and Gage snaps back ‘don’t worry about it’ and starts talking smack to the cocky fratboy. Well, that doesn’t last long as he catches Gage with a double leg take-down and a thud to the mat. Alex picks up where he left on in round one, controlling and beating on the rookie. He attacks his legs, stretches him out on the mat with a variety of holds, then laces Gage’s sweaty, battered body through the ropes and really tortures the non-stop talker. For the first five minutes of this round, Alex owns Gage and it appears that it’s going to be another easy two straight rounds victory for the superstar fratboy. That is, until resident bad boy Ethan Andrews struts around the corner.

Ethan’s been looking for a new tag team partner, someone he could take under his wing as a prodigy bad boy. Ethan thought he saw some potential in Gage when he viewed his match against Dash, even though he got thumped, he showed he wouldn’t back down and even trash talked Dash throughout the entire match. Plus Ethan has a bone to pick with Alex, since Alex narrowly beat him in their recent singles match, and Ethan doesn’t like it one bit when one of the pretty boy muscle studs gets the better of him. So when he walks in on this match, he doesn’t like what he sees as Alex is putting a beat down on his boy Gage so he starts doing some coaching and distracting the cocky fratboy.

Next thing you know, Alex’s been distracted and Gage is gaining momentum. Next thing you know Gage is doing a reverse suplex on Alex, and Ethan is coaching him to focus on attacking the fratboy’s back. Ethan tells him to put him in a camel clutch, and then tells him to pull his hair. This really irritates Alex, and has thrown him off his game. Gage brings him to his feet, grabs his hair and shoves him into the corner. Gage bashes away the muscle stud’s killer abs until Ethan climbs up on the apron and says ‘whip him over here’ and Gage throws his across the ring into an awaiting bad boy Ethan. The bad boy pulls Alex’s muscular arms behind his body, exposing his abs for Gage to bash away on. The rookie is feeling the momentum and is gaining more and more confidence as Ethan coaches him.

When Gage flips Alex to the center of the ring, bad boy Ethan climbs through the ropes and states’ I got a score to settle with this guy’ and what once was looking like another easy win for Alex has now turned into a 2 on 1 beat down match with him on the receiving end. The bad boy instructs Gage to put him in a full nelson, then Ethan delivers several hard fists into Alex’s abs. They then team up for a double suplex which sends the cocky stud flying through the air and across the ring. They continue to torture and pulverize Alex’s body, inflicting severe pain at every turn. Alex is just out manned at this point, and when Gage locks on a banana split and Ethan applies a head scissor and arm bar combo it’s all over. Alex is stretched out like a pretzel and in extreme agony, he’s crying out in pain and submits, but that isn’t enough to satisfy this team as they make him submit twice more before finally releasing the hold. The rookie Gage kneels down on Alex’s abs and flexes with pride as Ethan claps for his conquest.

Alex Waters vs Gage Cardona & Ethan Andrews: Round 3

Round three opens with Alex in his corner beaten, battered, and slumped over the ropes. The bad boy and the rookie strut across the ring from their corner to pick up where they left off at the end of round two, double teaming and torturing Alex’s piping hot body. Gage suplexes the cocky fratboy from behind, then both of them pull Alex outside the ring to lace his muscles through the ropes. Ethan stands on the outside apron holding Alex’s big arms behind his back, while Gage delights in bashing away at Alex’s sculpted six pack and finishes the beating with a flying double leg drop kick to his gut. Alex is being demolished, destroyed, and devoured, and his muscles are being pummeled, pulverized and pounded. Alex isn’t able to fend off the 2 on 1 destruction, and in what is probably the worst thumping and thrashing seen here at Rock Hard, ultimately and mercifully submits in an ab bashing finishing hold you need to see to believe. The cocky fratboy goes down hard in this match, real hard!

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

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

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

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

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

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

Connor Cross vs Aidan Calder: From Rules to Ruthless

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s not the Size of the Muscle…”

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

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

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

Bodybuilder Broken!

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

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

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

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

A Man Called King

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

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

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

“Come on, Pretty Boy!”

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

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

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

The Primal Hunter, The Alpha Male

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

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

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

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

Wrestling Hunk, or Tantalizing Hunk of Meat?

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

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

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