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Kip Sorell vs Lon Dumont: “Honestly, what’s he going to do to me?”

Sizzling hot hunk Kip Sorell has been reliving one nightmare after another since first daring to step foot into the BG East ring. Winner of last year’s Debut of the Year award, his boyish beauty and phenomenal physique have earned him nothing but a giant target painted onto his magnificently muscled ass, as one heel after another has done their best to pound the pretty right out of him, each in his own unique way. However, hope springs eternal when you sport the body of a Greek god, a healthy/reckless self-confidence, and a passionate fan base begging for more from this breakout wrestling star.

When signing on to face notorious pro wrestling heel-turned-bodybuilder Lon Dumont, Kip quipped, “Honestly, what’s he going to do to me that hasn’t already been done?” Unfortunately for Kip, his words found their way back to Lon’s ears. If there one thing Lon loves more than compliments of his granite carved six-pack abs, it’s an intellectual challenge. With an outstandingly extensive arsenal of sadistic wrestling holds, paired with his impeccably toned physique, Lon absolutely relished the puzzle of how to introduce an all-too-pretty jobber to all-new depths of ring terror.

Fitness model Kip strolls up to the ring. “Kip!? Kip Sorell?! Oh my God! It’s Lonny Dumont,” Lon gushes enthusiastically. “Buddy, your hair looks fantastic!” Dumbfounded, Kip takes Lon’s outstretched hand out of reflex. Lon’s boot bashed into his gut drops him to his knees. Before Kip can catch his breath, the lightning-quick pro tosses him into the corner and unleashes a firestorm of punches and kicks, quickly turning his golden abs an angry scarlet. An expertly launched barrage batters and bashes the bewildered young buck from every angle. Kip wilts under the assault, but refuses to submit. Still, soon enough, the master of a thousand holds snaps on a front-face sleeper, cooing seductively in Kip’s ear. “It’s okay, shhhh, it’s all right.” Kip sags limply in his opponent’s arms and slips into unconsciousness, flat on his back with Lon stretched across his body. In record time, Kip’s dream of scoring his first BG East victory has turned into a horrible nightmare as the ripped stud slumbers restlessly beneath his devastatingly diabolical foil. But Kip’s waking nightmare is far from over…

Kip Sorell vs Lon Dumont: Trapped in a Nightmare

“Kip!? Kip Sorell!? Oh my God!” Lon gushes enthusiastically as the young fitness model rouses from his disturbed slumber and climbs unsteadily to his feet. “Buddy, your hair looks fantastic!” Lon admires, stretching out his hand. Dumbfounded, once again Kip accepts the handshake as he struggles to get his bearings. Lon’s boot to the gut drops him to his knees, and Lon’s novel, never-ending plan to terrorize the cocky jobber begins to come into focus.

“Who the hell said we were friends, Kip!?” Lon snarls furiously, mounting the fitness model and barely restraining himself from punching Kip’s prominent bulge packed tightly inside his blue trunks. “This isn’t about friendship. Lonny Dumont saw his shadow, and you know what that means? Six more weeks of leg scissors!” Kip writhes and flails, nearly snapped in half between the incredibly lean bodybuilder’s crushing thighs. “Fuck you, Lonny!” Kip snaps back at his tormentor. A rake to the eyes shuts the pretty boy up fast.

“I’m not one of those chumps that only knows 4 holds, not Lonny Dumont,” the heel brags. But it’s not really bragging when you can back it up. Lon packs a pro wrestling clinic of holds into one brutal nightmare after another. Bearhugs and bodyscissors tenderize the young beefcake. Every waking minute delivers another onslaught of muscle-mincing brutality, punctuated yet again by another front-face sleeper that makes Kip’s sexy muscles go slack in Lon’s bulging arms.

“Kip?! Kip Sorell!?” Lon gushes enthusiastically again and again each time the bewildered hunk rouses to this endlessly repeating waking nightmare. And each time, before he can get his bearings, the maniacally vicious heel doubles down on his bone crushing, joint snapping, muscle ripping physical assault. Outflanked, outmuscled and out-wrestled, Kip’s spirits sag, but Lon is always there to drag his fine physique back up by a fistful of hair or nasty yank on the trunks.

“It’s a bad dream,” Kip mutters to himself. “Oh no, you’re not dreaming,” Lon assures the fading stud. It’s a vicious circle, a recurring, real-life Groundhog Day nightmare played out for Demolition fans to marvel at the depths of agony and terror a stunningly beautiful pretty boy can endure before giving up entirely to both the physical and psychological terror dished out by a truly sadistic muscle heel. Only there is no escape.

“Kip?! Kip Sorell? Oh my God! It’s Lonny Dumont!”…

Ty Alexander vs Goren Ford: “All of this is going to belong to me soon”

There’s something about the Dark Knights series that cuts to the core for erotic wrestling fans. The storied tradition of Dark Knights has long delved deep into the shadowed corners of wrestlers’ psyches, where the competition to win is merely at the surface of the battle being waged. For some of our wrestlers, the real battle is fought internally, between their passionate desire to dominate and the seductive allure of conceding body, mind and soul to a worthy opponent with the savage talents to claim them. Not only to be beat, but to be mastered is what distinguishes the deeply erotic flavor of a Dark Knights match. And wrestlers primed and ready to face those darkly shadowed, high-stakes corners of their secret desires are surprisingly rare.

Also rare is an adorable jobber like Ty Alexander who can inhabit the wrestling scene from day one as if he’s owned the place for years. In his brief tenure with BG East, Ty has quickly distinguished himself for his readiness to fully commit everything he’s got to a match, no matter what he stands to lose. He perpetually teeters between a gasping innocence and a dangerous slyness, and he’s demonstrated repeatedly his powerful intuition of what makes wrestling so damn sexy. Never at a loss for more opponents eager to get their hands on his bubble butt, Ty manages to keep them guessing as to who they’ll meet on the mats, the unspoiled cherub or the sadistic little devil.

Hot newcomer Goren Ford knows exactly which version of Ty Alexander he wants to face: a completely subservient, harshly disciplined, eagerly compliant boy ready to do absolutely anything his new master commands. When he arrives to find Ty luxuriating in the reflected image of his own smooth, tanned body accented by stark white, high fashion mesh briefs and entirely impractical mesh sleeves, Goren knows that he has his work cut out for him. “That’s not what I told you to wear,” the beautifully muscled hunk growls a deep baritone. “I don’t give a shit what you told me,” Ty snaps back defiantly.

“If you’re going to be my boy, you’re going to wear what I tell you to wear, you understand?” Goren growls, bullying his opponent to the mat and ripping the sleeves off of him. “I don’t belong to you!” Ty snarls, almost pleadingly, as if he isn’t opposed to the idea itself, but rather determined that tall, dark and handsome Goren has to earn it. And that’s precisely what this aspiring daddy plans to do. “Oh, you will,” Goren promises. “All of this is going to belong to me soon,” he rumbles, squeezing Ty’s alluring ass. Let the mastery begin…

Ty Alexander vs Goren Ford: Two Studs, One Will!

Ty Alexander is giving away about 30 pounds of gorgeous, impeccably conditioned muscle to his ripped opponent, mysterious Goren. Seemingly effortlessly, Ty’s aspiring owner manhandles the beautiful jobber, choking him, squeezing him, and repeatedly driving adorable Ty to the bitter edge of painful panic. Goren laughs as Ty screams in agony, weeping between his opponent’s stunningly powerful thighs in a rib crunching bodyscissors.

“When I walked in, you were showing off your cute little ass, trying to get my attention,” Goren growls, stroking and squeezing Ty’s trapped bubble butt. Suddenly, he mounts him in a schoolboy pin, shoving Ty’s face into his crotch. “That’s what you came here for, right?” The cherub in white mesh sputters, struggling for air, suddenly rolled over into a deep face-to-crotch headscissors. Goren leans back, hands behind his head, showing off his ripped abs and long, strong body and commands, “Yeah, work those balls!”

Just when the Master’s Spell seems to have been woven by the handsome dark knight, Ty works him with a vicious blow to his balls! Suddenly, the tables are turned, and it’s Goren choking on the offending white-clad balls of his conquest, who now has him trapped in a face-to-crotch headscissors. “I’ll wear what the fuck I want to wear!”

Patiently, Goren grants his prey riding time, letting Ty do his best to defy Goren’s dark plans. Then abruptly, he tosses the cherub off of him and smacks the jobber hard across the face. “I think maybe you need to learn a lesson today.”

The lesson plan includes equal measures of desire and discipline. Meting out doses of indulgent passion followed by harsh punishment, Dark Goren slowly takes control of Ty’s supple body, and even slower, begins to seduce him with tenderness followed quickly by the back of his hand. He rips off the offending white briefs and comes back to collar the still grimacing boy. “Now I get to make you my boy. Don’t fight, it only makes it worse.”

Worse. Better. Trapped in the sadistic fantasies of a Dark Knight, everything becomes a blur for young Ty as his new master takes full possession, wearing him down with muscle and mind, force-feeding him his stunningly sexy cock, whipping Ty’s body and balls with a riding crop, and leaving his boy gasping for more. He instructs Ty in precisely how to worship his sizzling hot body, where to touch him, how to hold him. Slowly, Ty’s will morphs into his new master’s will. The fight never leaves him, nor does Goren seem to want it to. But having claimed the cherub and conquered the little devil, Goren forces his willing victim to the heights of ecstasy that are now in his power alone to grant his awestruck charge.

As the full set of erotic photos on The Arena area shows, Ty Alexander is simply not the same wrestler he was by the time Goren has finished this Dark Knight lesson. And no one, not Goren, nor Ty, nor you, would have it any other way.

Brute Baynard vs Braden Charron vs Brad Barnes: Pummeling Iron

Brute, Braden, and Brad are the killer Bs at BG East, and this battle will decide which B has the deadliest sting. These bodybuilding big boys draw the battle lines when smiling Brad arrives at the gym in skimpy, cock-snuggling trunks. Immediately this sets off a debate between Brute and Braden, already deep into oneupmanship, over which muscled bodybuilder can kick babyface Brad’s butt faster.

“I’ll have this guy screaming ‘I quit’ before you even lay a hand on him,” Brute boasts. Brad just smiles, eager to show off his own coiled power. Brad tag teamed with Braden in Summer Sizzlers 5, and he’s none too happy with his former Brawn Brothers partner. It’s worth his while to take up this challenge and get a chance to double team his badgering former partner. The long battle that ensues is epic bodybuilding destruction, as the three see who will get back up his words and score the ultimate bodybuilder beat-down.

Taking their beef to the squared circle, Braden gets a first try laying into Brad. Brad deftly counters with a standing arm lock, wrenching Braden’s left arm back and up before switching to a side headlock, and then, with surprising finesse, back to a high-pressure arm bar. Braden won’t submit, so Brad contemptuously pushes him down to the mat. Overconfident now, he moves on to try the same move on Brute, but gets a brick-sized fist to the noggin that flattens him to the ground.

His revenge is short-lived. Baynard proceeds to bludgeon Brad in a humiliating show of raw Brute force, while off to one side barefoot Braden looks on, nursing his freshly nicked ego. As Brute stomps Brad in the back, Braden crows, “See, that’s more like my style, right there!” “This is your style?” Brute replies. “Then how come I’m the one doing it?”

Brute jerks Brad up to his feet and rivets him in a front facelock, driving him face-first to the mat. We get a widescreen view of Brad’s bubble butt wriggling as he tries to thrust free of Brute’s steel-trap arms. Brute hauls him back to his feet and tosses him to Braden like a rabbit to the python tank. Braden reapplies the facelock, cutting off Brad’s supply of oxygen. Brad is feeling numb all over when Braden throws him back to Brute, who twists him into a kneecap-snapping Boston crab for the first submission, which Brute refuses to acknowledge until he forces Brad to verbally humiliate himself…

Brute Baynard vs Braden Charron vs Brad Barnes: Muscle Demolition x 2

Brute and Braden don’t give Brad a breather between beatdowns. Brad no sooner succumbs to Brute’s crushing force than Braden dives in for a me-too crab hold and an echo submission. “That’s how it’s done, right there,” Braden boasts, going “Boom!” as he pops his coconut biceps for the camera. He claims to have beat the six seconds it took Baynard to submit the hapless babyface. “It’s a lot easier when I beat him first,” Brute retorts. The rivalry between Charron and Baynard is about to boil over. But the boys aren’t done with Brad yet, who regrets ever thinking he could take on either of these muscle beasts, much less both at the same time. When Brute clamps Brad down in a bodyscissors, Braden gloats, “Another one of my favorites!” now accusing Baynard of copycatting HIS signature holds.

But when Braden tries to duplicate the scissors hold, Brad busts loose and nearly reverses. Brute calmly steps in to “take care of business” with a series of meat-tenderizing moves, and the big boys continue to work in tandem on the slow but almost certain demolition of bodybuilder Brad Barnes. Eventually the two double up on the guy in a long and exhausting ordeal, beginning with Braden at one end applying a headscissors and Brute at the other applying a figure-four leglock. When a double torture rack and double bear hug leave Barnes virtually a lifeless heap, the two victors kick him out of the ring and face off against each other in the match’s crowning blowout. And WOW! what a blowout! Fasten your seat belts and strap on your safety helmets for this one!

Will Brute Baynard use his size and power to squeeze the life out of preening bodybuilder bully Braden, or will the pose-off victories of the ever-ripped tanned champion presage the wearing down of the huge and as yet undefeated Brute? Big moves from big men. Sweaty muscle as it was meant to be used! Everything from the taut scenario to the grunt-and-groan action shaking the squared circle is pure BGE at its best, providing sweaty, hair-raising thrills you cannot find anywhere else!

This is a battle of the bodies match! Both of these guys have spectacular physiques. Zack has perfected an immaculate muscled body with countless years in the gym. His mouth watering muscles have appeared in TV shows, magazines, catalogs, and commercials around the world, and both girls and guys alike have been drooling over his body for years. The Z-man never disappoints! His opponent, Chad, also brings his own magnificent physique to the ring.

Chad is a collegiate athlete, lifeguard, and a former scholastic wrestler and his body shows it. He sports massive legs, a tiny waist, ripped abs, and impressive biceps, all topped off by shaggy blond hair that makes him one bad ass on campus. He’s been intrigued by underground wrestling and was looking to join the ranks of the best wrestlers around, so he contacted Rock Hard and asked for a shot. Chad is just one of a string of stunning rookies to join the roster over the past year. It’s a delight to see these two incredible athletes test their muscles against one another! Zack is dressed in blue square cut trunks, white boots with blue socks, while the rookie Chad is also rocking blue square cuts, white boots, and red socks. Both look superb in their attire.

Zack Johnathan vs Chad Daniels: Round 1

Round one begins with each of the guys sizing the other up, Chad has the height and weight advantage over Zack, but Zack has all the experience. Chad asks ‘you must be Zack’ and the model muscle replies ‘I’ll give you a Zack attack, you think you can handle that?’ The rookie isn’t fazed by the threat and tells him ‘I don’t think you’re ready for the Chad’. The two muscle hunks lock up in a test of strength that goes back and forth before Zack powers the blond rookie down to his knees and strikes with a kick to his abs that sends the rookie reeling. Zack concedes Chad has some strength as he lifts him to his feet. He controls the action by sending Chad to the mat and locking on a front facing headlock. Zack transitions to a strike on Chad’s mammoth legs with a stomp to the hamstring, then an elbow drop to the back, before ending with a standing arm bar. The Z-man towers over Chad as he stretches out his shoulder, then stretches his body and muscles out with a bow and arrow. The blond lifeguard cries out in pain as Zack is having his way with the rookie thus far.

The Z-man continues showing the rookie who’s the boss, whipping him across the ring and then flooring him with a stiff clothesline. The Zack attack is working over every muscle on Chad’s body, and you can bet the blond lifeguard is thinking this is no day at the beach! Z-man lifts Chad up and then drops him onto his knee for a reverse atomic drop which causes the lifeguard to scream out ‘my groin’ as he grovels in pain on the mat. But Zack isn’t finished dishing out the punishment just yet, he brings the blond rookie to his feet, backs him into the corner turnbuckle to stomp his awesome abs and choke the blond pretty boy out. This seems to infuriate Chad and he goes all hulk like on the Z-man, lifting him up over his head and yells out ‘you’re going down boy’ before Chad power slams him into the ring floor.

The rookie stomps on Zack’s back before placing him in a back breaking boston crab. Chad seems pleased with this sequence as he struts around the ring and flexes his remarkable biceps. The blonde collegiate athlete continues his assault on Zack’s back with a camel clutch but he can’t gain a submission. Z-man relies on his old high school experience to reverse the action with a single leg takedown on the bigger blonde. As the sweat begins to shine on their sultry muscles, the Z-man regains the control and begins to systematically work over every muscle on Chad’s beach body. He places his knee in the small of Chad’s back and cranks back on his chin, he then wraps his legs around the blonde’s massive thighs into a figure four leg lock asking the blond stud to give up.

But the rookie fights it off and doesn’t submit, showing he has the fortitude to withstand the pain. He surprises Zack when he scoops him up and drops him across his knee in an over the knee backbreaker but the rookie doesn’t know how to finish. Zack regains the momentum, straddles Chad and starts choking him out, setting him up to finish the rookie off. Zack places Chad’s beach body in a standing ab stretch, and begins torturing his killer abs until the lifeguard can’t withstand it any longer and is forced to submit not once, not twice, but four times before Z-man finally releases the hold. Chad crumbles to the mat and Z-man celebrates a triumph in round one flexing his immense biceps over the rookie’s limp body.

Zack Johnathan vs Chad Daniels: Round 2

Round two begins with Z-man asking ‘how those abs feel?’ and Chad counters ‘you’re going to have to do better than that’ and Z-man laughs saying ‘I’m surprised you’re didn’t go running out of this ring!’ The muscle boys lock up and Zack picks up where he left off in round one. The Z-man takes the newbie down to the mat with a front face lock then slips in dual arm bars and grinds him into the mat.

The dominance over the bigger blonde muscle boy continues with a front facing bear hug, followed by a back breaking boston crab. Both guys get to their feet, and surprisingly Chad gains the momentum by tossing the muscle model across the ring and delivers a clothesline smack across Z-man’s perfect pecs. With Zack flat on his back, the rookie delivers some payback, stretching the fitness model’s picture-perfect muscles out. Chad places his boots on Zack’s ribcage, grabs an arm and ankle, and pulls back with all his might, stretching Zack to the max. Chad tells him to give up, it’s over, but the Z-man fights out of it.

Can Chad and his beach bod muscles wear Z-man down and force a submission out of him to even this match and send it to a deciding round three? Or, will the world class fitness model and his money making muscles end the rookie’s misery and chalk up another conquest in this spectacular battle of the bodies!

This is the match of the year, a 37 minute tag team marathon that ends with a mind blowing finish! There are so many twists and plots to this match its mind boggling. Revenge and superiority are on the minds of all of these guys. First, we were given a preview of things to come when bad boy Ethan came to the rescue for rookie Gage in his match against Alex.

Ethan’s been looking for a qualified tag team partner since joining Rock Hard, and it seems like he’s found one in Gage as they’ve formed the Green Team, two street punk bad boys who want to rule this fed. Next, both Ethan and Gage have revenge on their mind, as Ethan is anxious to show that when Alex beat him in their singles match it was a fluke, and he’s in no way ready to relinquish his role as the resident bad boy. Then, Gage put up a good fight in his debut match against Dash, but went down in two straight rounds and is looking for payback. Also, Alex is seeking revenge on the two bad boys for the 2 on 1 beating he took at the hands of Ethan and Gage just a short while ago.

With all this swirling around the locker room, and the news of the new Green Team, it was only natural that the two reigning superstars on the roster, Alex and Dash, would team up to challenge them.They wanted to squash any hopes these two punks have before they would get any momentum going against lesser teams on the roster. Lucky for all of us, we’re treated to a marque match up; the Dream Team vs the Green Team! All four of these guys have beautiful bodies in their own ways; Alex and Dash are top line fitness models with picture-perfect physiques and muscles of steel. Girls and guys alike drool over their flawless looks. While Ethan and Gage have done their time in the gym creating eye-catching ripped, lean muscled bodies that look incredible strutting down the beach on a hot summer day.

Alex Waters & Dash Decker vs Ethan Andrews & Gage Cardona: Round 1

When round one begins you can small the testosterone oozing not only out of the ring, but outside of the arena. Round one starts with Ethan and Alex picking up with the feud that started in their singles match. Alex catches him in a head lock and hip tosses him to the mat, but the bad boy rolls through it and ends up with a leg scissors strapped across Alex’s throat. Ethan cinches it in tight, flexes his baseball sized bicep in the muscle studs face, then begins bashing away at his abs of steel. Ethan follows this up with not one, but two over the knee backbreakers, lifting Alex up and slamming him down across his knee. Alex’s muscles are draped over the bad boy’s knee as Ethan continues attacking his abs. A great start to this match for the Green Team, and perhaps a bad omen of things to come for the Dream Team?

When Ethan shoves Alex off his knee, the muscle stud is able to retaliate with a double leg takedown which gives him a chance to tag in Dash. The big boy in red climbs through the ropes, shoves Ethan against the ropes and delivers a bitch slap hard enough across his chest that echoes through the arena. Dash rushes over to connect with an elbow that knocks Gage from the apron, but this moment allows Ethan to regroup; he suplexes Dash to the mat, lands on top of him straddled across his torso, and ab bashes him before ending the reversal by locking on an arm bar making the cover model suffer. Ethan decides it’s time to give Gage a chance so he tags in his partner, but before exiting they execute a perfect double team suplex on Dash which stuns and shocks the undefeated warrior. Gage has him stunned on the mat, but makes a rookie mistake by letting the much bigger Dash get to his feet.

Dash is steamed and runs straight into a double leg takedown slam on the rookie. After Dash sends him flying high into the air with a suplex, he drags Gage over to his corner, tags in Alex, then the both of them double team to send the rookie flying overhead with their own double teamed suplex. Alex comes in and takes control, he connects with several back handed slaps across Gage’s chest, then whips him across the ring and connects with two stomps to Gage’s shredded abs and another boot to Ethan’s six-pack. The momentum shifts back and forth between the two teams in this round with exhilarating non-stop action.

But when street punk Ethan lifts Alex up across his shoulders and starts spinning him around in the center of the ring like a top, you know he’s pulled another one of his bad boy moves out of his bag of tricks to end this round. He tosses the stunned and dizzy muscle stud to the mat, and scissors his legs across one arm and locks an arm bar on Alex’s other arm. He has the muscle stud stretched firmly on the mat in an iron cross. Alex’s money making abs are wide open and a prime target for Ethan to relentlessly bash and pound away on his awesome abs.

Ethan delights in dishing out the pain and torture as Alex’s abs turn red and bright red, so when Alex refuses to submit, Ethan digs his fingers deep into the muscle studs abs with a claw hold and threatens to rip them out. Alex is forced to scream out a submission, while Dash looks on in disappointment. The Green Team celebrates victory in round one by flexing their ripped bodies over a dazed and defeated Alex.

Alex Waters & Dash Decker vs Ethan Andrews & Gage Cardona: Round 2

Round two starts with the same two combatants, Ethan and Alex, and again Ethan takes control of the fratboy with a boot to his gut. Alex stumbles to the mat and before he knows it Ethan is flipping him over into a double leg boston crab while Gage reaches through the ropes to mess with Alex’s precious locks. Alex calls out to Dash ‘I’m going to power out of this Dash’, but to no avail. The Green Team double teams the battered muscle stud in the corner, focusing on brutalizing his adonis-like abs, before shoving him across the ring allowing him to tag out. The powerhouse Dash enters the ring and quickly hoists Ethan into a standing full nelson that lifts his feet off the floor. Dash propels the street punk into the corner where Alex awaits to do some double teaming. Alex holds Ethan with a rear choke hold while Dash cashes in on some ab bashing payback to the bad boy.

Dash has regained the momentum for his team as he slaps a back wrenching camel clutch on Ethan with Alex looking on in amusement. The experienced street punk is in trouble at the moment but has been in this position many times before without panicking. When Dash lifts him to his feet, Ethan connects with a flurry of fists into Dash’s gut, then whips him across the ring into the waiting hands of Gage, and as Gage holds the chosen one against the ropes, Ethan flies across the ring and delivers a solid double leg kick to Dash’s chest. Dash seems stunned and the new bad boy team takes advantage.

Ethan first connects with several boots into Dash’s cover boy abs, then tags Gage in to continue the battering of the bigger muscle stud’s killer abs. The Green Team came into this match with the strategy of dishing out pure pain and punishment to the Dream Team’s abs of steel, and they are following through on that strategy. It appears Gage has been learning what Ethan’s been teaching as he first pounds away on Dash, he follows it up with his black boot placed directly on the chosen one’s package and applies ball busting pressure. But when the rookie bad boy takes time to gloat in Alex’s face, Dash seizes the moment to take back the momentum.

The Dream Team double team the lightweight bad boy, choke slamming him not once but twice, until they were satisfied it made a solid thud after he slammed to the mat. Gage squirms in pain as it feels like his spine was just rearranged. The Dream Team has seized the control in round two, using the strength and power advantage over the street punk bad boys. Alex dishes out some payback to Ethan in this round, and when Gage attempts a high flying elbow drop that misses Dash snatches his stunned opponent from the mat and hoists him up into an over the shoulder back-breaker. As Gage is laid out across Dash’s muscular shoulder, his sweat soaked body suffering, Alex comes in to double team the rookie bad boy to make sure this match gets all evened up at one round a piece.

Alex bitch slaps Gage across his glistening chest until the rookie can’t bear it any longer and screams out a submission. Round two goes to the muscle stud Dream Team as they flex their magnificent bodies over a whimpering Gage. Both teams now know what’s at stake when round three opens; this round is going to determine if it’s the street punk bad boys that rule the tag teams here at Rock Hard, or will it be the muscle stud Dream Team that dominate that competition. All four of these guys have their chance to shine in this final and deciding round. The sweat soaked, man-to-man, non-stop exhilarating action leads up to a decisive double submission and extreme ending never seen before! Most definitely the match of the year, and one you must see to believe!

Drake Marcos vs Lorenzo ‘Jake’ Lowe: A Babyface’s Pride

This match-up was as inevitable as it has been sought after. Two of BG East’s best babyface’s have come together to give fans a very intimate look at how they’ll decide which of them gets bragging rights as the better wrestler. Tensions are high as both boys are coming into this match after experiencing some new sensations in their last matches.

While Lorenzo Lowe may not have been undefeated, the deceptively adorable stud has put far more imposing wrestlers through their paces and made it look easy, leaving the likes of Damien Rush and others lying on their backs, soaked and wondering what they just went through. His combination of sultry seduction and tough-as-nails grappling has worked well to neutralize his babyface weaknesses. But most recently he had the bad (or good?) luck to come up against superstar Cameron Mathews. That babyface-turned-musclestud had the young Lowe screaming out submissions in a variety of inventive holds. Cam wasn’t satisfied until little Lorenzo had vowed to give himself up completely to the superior wrestler, and what happened between them next is anyone’s guess. Now Lowe is looking to reclaim some of his lost dignity, to prove he can still hold his own against nearly any wrestler, and to take down a wrestler who only just managed to shed his title of “ultimate jobber.”

Drake Marcos, on the other hand, would have been coming into this match with an unbroken losing streak since his debut, were it not for recent events. Until now, Drake seemed the perfect target for any wrestler hoping to channel his inner heel, but in his most recent match, the king of the jobbers threw away his crown when Marcos met BG East’s latest recruit to the ranks of the babyfaces, Ty Alexander. This hot newbie fought long and hard to avoid a second defeat after his debut against budding heel Kayden Keller, but in the end it was Drake who drew the final submission from Ty’s lips. Marcos tasted victory for the first time, and having once experienced the true excitement and perks of a victory, he’s staring down at Lorenzo practically licking his lips at the thought of seeing the lean, wanna-be heel laid out underneath him, and much more.

Drake has only just proven he can win out over an equally fresh-faced wrestler, while Lowe has taken down men you would expect to mop the mats with the little stud. Can Marcos capitalize on his newfound confidence, or will Lorenzo prove his beating at Cameron’s hands was a mere fluke? Can both these boys use their X-fighter prowess to extract more than submissions from their sexy opponents? The wrestlers aren’t the only ones eager to find out, a select group of fans wait with phones in hand as both boys have promised to deliver proof of their moments of triumph, as well as what will surely follow after. Erotic action shots live from the mats have both fanbases on the edge of their seats.

Both boys have been preparing for this one, you can practically smell it on them as they strip out of their street clothes, each one promising to make the other their personal plaything. But there’s something else in the air too, you can see it as their eyes play over each others’ toned bodies, hear it in the flirtatious jabs about their respective gear…

These boys came here with something to prove, but neither is leaving empty-handed when this is over. All smiles as they draw closer, “You ready for this?” Drake teases and tousles Jake’s hair. “Oh Yeah,” is the only reply.

The action is fast and intense, from the moment they lock up these two take the fight to the mats and struggle for a dominant position. Holds are traded, bodies are squeezed, but it’s Lowe that truly turns the tables first. Closing his fist around Drake’s ample bulge, Jake sends his lean foe into throes of agony, a very familiar expression of almost blissful pain etched on Marcos’ face as he struggles to free himself. This is the Lowe we’ve seen humble other would-be winners, as he turns Drake over and proceeds to twist and contort him in ways only the perfect jobber could endure.

But Drake didn’t come just to add another match to his list of losses, he’s playing to win, and when Jake’s grip slips he finds himself face-first on the mat, screaming as Drake gives the cocky young grappler’s balls a taste of his own medicine. Drake draws on all the tortures he’s suffered, and finds the skill and experience to keep Jake helpless and trapped, playing with the lithe body in his arms while Lowe looks for a way out. Both boys suffer greater ball abuse as they fight to be the first to see their opponent succumb to the pain, and the temptation of submitting to the man causing it.

Hard as Drake fights, he can’t keep Lowe down forever. The budding heel rises time and again, sending Marcos to the mat in an exhausted and sweaty heap. Jake’s own body shines as he mounts the definitive jobber, grabbing his phone to immortalize the moment. Drake fights hard, but each attempt only earns more punishment from Lowe. Marcos struggles to breathe in a series of crushing chokes and scissors, and just when he thinks he’s found freedom, he meets Jake’s lips. The hot heel steals what air Drake has as they melt into a passionate yet intense game of further submissions. Drake’s eyes drift shut as he’s moved into position, Lowe’s hands drifting towards his hips, Marcos can’t resist as he’s stripped of his hot undergear, laid bare for his dominant opponent to admire.

Nude bearhugs, forced muscle worship, crotch to face pins, wild and sexy leg splits, and chokes lead to strokes and distraction as this turns into far more than a chance to prove to the other who is the better wrestler. The lusty attempts to prove utter erotic dominance turn this into a contest for best sexy knockout and the images that are revealed on The Arena at BG East are far too risqué for any sexting these satisfied X-fighters are likely to share anywhere!

Skip Vance vs Steven Ponce: Skip Gets Serious

Last we saw Skip, he and Cristian Taylor tried and failed to overcome Morgan Cruise. Instead, the Mastodon toyed with the two boys the way a cat bats around two helpless mice. Now, no man can be blamed for coming up short against a heel the likes of The Alpha Male, but everyone has their humiliation limit. For Skip, it seems losing despite a two on one advantage – and losing badly and erotically at that – has stirred something deep inside him. He’s come back with something to prove: the same smile still spread across his face, but with a fire in his eyes and a hint of menace in his voice. This twink is looking for a scrap, and a chance to prove his potential as well as his passions.

Ponce returns from a decidedly demonstrative session with new Dark Knights entrant Ray Dalton. We saw him forced by sheer power to truly give himself over to another man, mind and body. Submission to a leather dominator like Dalton can be an enlightening experience. Ponce could likely tell many a story of what occurred after he was led away by the victorious Ray that night, but it seems all the more likely we are about to see exactly what he has learned under the experienced master’s tutelage. He certainly carries a confident air as he stares down the now-serious Skip, even laughing as the quintessential blond twink shoves his chest and growls, “Do you know who I am?” Perhaps Ponce knows exactly how to put the lithe, little scrapper in his place, and Skip can only hope his new threatening tone and rough greeting can stir something else in the recently humbled Ponce.

The action goes from seductive and playful to brutally determined and back again. Both men really want to claim victory. At every moment the sexual domination subtext is writ large: humiliating crotch to face pins plop swelling baskets over faces, asses get spanked and used as weapons, jockstraps are revealed as trunks are used as a human bit before kisses and nipple worship show both these guys getting carried well beyond their initial intentions into a whole new world of options. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves because there is plenty to savor in this battle for ‘top’man…

Skip Vance vs Steven Ponce: Ponce Gets Playful

The action is destructive yet seductive right from the start. Despite a crushing claw hold on his crotch, Ponce fights his way to his feet, throwing off the little stud in one of many comebacks between these wannabe dominators. Ponce outmuscles and mounts the blond beauty, staring down at that perky ass bobbing just under his bulge. His lessons under a leather-clad master have left their impression on Ponce’s psyche and it shows as a deceptively playful smile crosses his face. “I’m gonna make you my bitch” he proclaims boldly as he brings a broad palm hard against the ass under his hips. The infuriating slaps and the promise of another match ending in a humiliating defeat spurs Skip to even greater struggles, the small scrapper actually lifting Ponce clear from the mat as he throws the larger man off him. The erstwhile jobber extraordinaire meets the dom-in-training’s prediction with his own self-assured confidence, “You’re just making me mad, you haven’t seen tough yet.”

Skip scoops, flips, and slams the Ponce, bending him nearly in two, but the hairy redhead has been made to suffer through far worse and glibly refuses Skip’s demands for a submission. There’s a fire in Skip’s eyes and a dangerous edge in his voice as he resolves to make this match, this mat, and this man his own. He maneuvers Ponce into another tight scissors, those surprisingly muscled legs squeezing tight, but when it’s not enough he locks in an arm bar, finally forcing Ponce to tap. This hardly seems like the same blond surfer boy we once witnessed receiving what looked like a nearly fatal schooling in submission holds from Jonny Firestorm. This Skip Vance is coming after Ponce with an almost dangerous lust for vengeance, for all the times the he begged his brutal opponents for mercy. Skip doesn’t just want to win, he wants to take everything he can from Ponce, the intensity in his eyes only growing as his hands play over the hairy body in his grasp.

This boy means to dominate his opponent every way he can, but Ponce will take it all and demand more. He’s suffered at the hands of the best, and one submission won’t satisfy his lust for punishment. If the would-be dom can’t get what he wants, he’ll give it instead, using what he’s learned of pain to extract the sweet screams of suffering he craves from Skip’s lips. Holds are traded and limits pushed to the breaking point, but even as both men experience agony in each other’s arms, there is a growing passion in their mutual punishment. Wrestling and submissions swiftly become a prelude to a more lustful encounter. There is still a winner to be decided, but it may be by the skill of mixing both pain and intense pleasure that one man will hear his opponent moan in a final, and total, submission. The sounds of hands on asses and teeth on nipples give way to growing cries of almost agonized ecstasy, one wrestler begging for mercy or release, his shouts reaching their climax in an explosive and utterly dominant finish. This one leaves no doubt which wrestler is the master on this mat, and which is the trembling sub, soaked and satisfied.

Bruce Ballard vs Austin Cooper: Round 1

Lately, the new upstart superstars have been stealing the spotlight here at Rock Hard. These days it’s all about; Alex Waters, Dash Decker, Matt Engel, and Bruce Ballard. Well, this doesn’t sit well with the veterans that built this fed, like; Zack (Z-man) Johnathan, Austin Cooper, Jake Jenkins, and Ethan Andrews. Some of the vets decided to take a stand and deliver a message that they built this house, and they intend to defend it!

In this match-up, we have ‘the total package’ and rising superstar Bruce going against the seasoned veteran and ‘tactician’ Austin. Bruce has burst on the underground scene with an easy victory over fellow rookie Tyson Matthews and is looking to move up in competition. When Coop heard about this, he asked for his turn to take on the dark haired, perfectly built Bruce. Coop is so anxious for this match he’s already waiting in the ring for it to start.

Coop’s decked out in his signature green trunks and black boots, even sporting a black hoodie for this match. Meanwhile, Bruce looks perfect in dark blue and silver square cuts and black boots, pumping up his ripped, pristine body before climbing into the ring. Both of these muscle dudes can dish out and take the trash talk, though Coop does his best to get inside the total package’s head.Austin claims his bigger than bodybuilder Bruce, so Bruce asks ‘do you think you’re stronger than me?’, and Coop pauses then replies ‘no, I know.’ Bruce gets a chuckle out of this, he climbs through the ropes and challenges Coop to an old school arm wrestling match.

The two lay on their stomachs in the center of the ring to settle the score. Their massive biceps locked in struggle; Bruce ultimately prevails and forces Coop’s hand to the mat. Bruce gets to his feet, and with testosterone flying high, he flexes each of his bulging biceps for his opponent to admire. Coop brushes it aside saying ‘I’ll beat your ass wrestling, I’m a wrestler’.

The two lock up with Bruce gaining the early control. He backs the redhead back into the corner and begins to go after Coop’s shredded abs. Coop’s abs have never looked better, and perhaps they’re in for a beating? Bruce’s uses his muscles to lift Austin up over his shoulder, then slams him to the mat. The rising superstar then delivers and elbow drop to the veteran’s back and follows it up with a back breaking camel clutch that has Coop suffering and Bruce flexing his biceps in dominance.

The total package doesn’t let up, he places the redhead in a double leg boston crab, and when he’s done with that he watches as Coop pulls himself up by the ropes, then shoves him into the corner and starts to bitch slap him across his massive pecs. It’s a little surprising how Bruce has controlled round one, and it doesn’t stop. He locks on a figure-four leg lock with his mammoth thighs exerting immense pressure on Coop’s enormous legs. Once Bruce has worked over every part of the veteran’s body, he hoists him up and drops him into an over the knee backbreaker. He’s got the bearded redhead sprawled out across his knee, and to add insult to injury begins slapping his abs until Coop screams out a submission to escape the torment. Bruce poses proudly over his battered opponent. Round one goes to the upstart superstar, Bruce 1, Coop 0.

Bruce Ballard vs Austin Cooper: Round 2

Round two opens with Bruce beaming his movie star smile and Coop wondering what just happened? The young upstart stays on the attack, shoving the wobbly redhead back into the corner and attacking his shredded abs, picking up where he left off in the previous round and proclaiming this is the House of Bruce! He whips Coop across the ring and into a forearm clothesline that drops his beefy body to the mat. The rookie continues to beat up on the veteran, with seemingly no regard to Austin’s lengthy underground wrestling experience and success.

Bruce hoists Coop up into a full nelson, stretching him out and flailing his body around the ring before lacing Coop’s muscles through the ring ropes, placing his black boot on his lower back, and pulling back on his arms which has the veteran stretched and suffering. In a surprise, it appears Bruce may chalk up an impressive win in two straight rounds. Coop is on the ropes, and is literally being choked across the ropes. As Austin grovels on the mat, Bruce circles him like a hawk circles road kill, looking to sweep in and pick the last of the meat off the bones of a dead carcass. And just when you thought it was over, Coop digs into his back of dirty tricks and connects with a low blow to Bruce’s crotch. He drops to his knees and Coop immediately places him in a camel clutch and starts inflicting pain.

The veteran redhead then begins whipping the total package across the ring an into the opposite corner, taking pause to return the bitch slaps he endured in round one and also bash away at Bruce’s abs of steel. Coop continues his attack; scooping Bruce up and dropping him over his knee, the clamping on a figure four leg lock that has Bruce feeling pain he’s never felt before in the ring. The veteran sniffs victory and begins to soften his opponent up for the kill. He picks up and slams Bruce to the mat, then chokes him over the ring rope, before placing him in a debilitating submission hold that has Bruce’s marvelous muscles trapped with nowhere to go. Coop turns up the heat by applying increasing pressure on Bruce’s muscles until Bruce is compelled to cry out a submission.

Just when you thought the veteran was out of it, he comes back to even this match, Bruce 1, Coop 1. Entering into the third and final round, it’s been a momentum match. Bruce controlled all of round one and the first half of round two, then Austin used a cheap shot to gain the advantage for the last half of round two. It makes you wonder how round three will play out? Will the veteran tactician maintain his control over the perfectly muscled Bruce, or can the upstart fitness model regain the momentum and collect an impressive conquest to add to his previous victory. In a climatic finish, one of these wrestlers is chocked out in a never seen before move that will leave you gasping for air!

Kayden Keller vs Mason Brooks: Naughty Knotty Pine

There’s hot, humid weather in store today at the Wrestleshack. Kayden Keller and Mason Brooks each size the other up in their pouch-hugging low-cut singlets, and they like what they see. Tall, sinewy Kayden looms over an undaunted Mason, who gives his opponent the once over, comments favorably on the fit of the lycra against Kayden’s bulging muscle, and then says, “Shame I’m gonna have to rip it off of you.” The big guy huffs, replying skeptically. “You think you can?”

This is a strip match both these wrestlers have been anxiously awaiting. The late afternoon sun slices across the Wrestleshack mat, probing the pine-patterned walls. Already, within seconds, the temperature seems to have risen by ten degrees. The time is right. Kayden and Mason belong to a new breed of BG East wrestler, part of a new “brat pack,” you could say, along with Drake Marcos, Ty Alexander, and Trey Dixon. When they’re not feuding or sometimes hanging out together at poolside or out on the town, they sometimes hang with their role model and part-time bad influence: Skrapper.

Mason and Kayden have been itching to get their hands on each other since this group emerged. A highly popular blog site dubbed Kayden a “heel-in-training,” and indeed his size and surly attitude seem to make him a natural bully. Mason, the more experienced of the two, has something of a reputation for being a mouthy bad-ass too, despite his babyface surfboy looks. These two wrestlers are hot to shake the old shack off its foundations, and strip and steam up the windows too.

Kayden gets the first takedown, but Mason looks decidedly in control of the situation. Even under the weight of his opponent, Mason wraps his strong legs around Kayden’s body and begins the slow but time-tested process of wearing down the big guy. There’s a lot of Kayden to wear down, though, and the task of controlling him will not be easy. It’s a testament to Mason’s mat-savvy that, with unanticipated speed, he gets the first fall of the match, with a deftly executed figure-four choke.

Kayden Keller vs Mason Brooks: Giving Till It Hurts

Furious over being submitted so quickly by his smaller opponent, Kayden fights back with everything he’s got. He straddles Mason’s waist, using his weight advantage to keep his opponent pressed to the mat. Mason attempts to punch his way free, aiming for the gut, but the blows have virtually no impact on Kayden. Ever resourceful, Mason draws upon his knowledge of grappling holds and his opponent’s weak spots to reverse, stretching Kayden out and twisting his pectoral muscles and nipples.

By the halfway point, both wrestlers have worked up a fine, silky sweat that illuminates their bodies. They are well paired in a match that features lots of legwork, mostly scissors and figure fours, along with some jabbing and hair-pulling, then later ear- and neck-nibbling. The homoerotic heat that flared up when they first faced off only intensifies as the competition escalates. At one point, Kayden crams Mason’s face to his crotch. He taunts him in his distinctly bedroom-y voice: “You know you love it down there … You love taking it, don’t you?”

Soon Mason’s slick body slides free of his singlet, and he strips off his opponent’s gear (as promised) and starts using it to choke, gag, and bridle by turns, while thrusting himself against Kayden’s back. The trash talk subsides to heavy breathing and animal groaning as the nude and sweaty bodies strain and struggle. When Mason asks, “You about had enough?” Kayden fires back without skipping a beat, “No way! Not even close!” Mason smiles: “I was hoping you’d say that!” So were we!

Keller-versus-Brooks represents the new wave of BGE competition, taking everything we fans love about wrestling to its absolute limit. From sweat-streaked bubble butts to “magic” nipples, the bout earns a place alongside the Wrestleshack series’ hottest contests, combining hardcore aggression and supercharged libido in a highly volatile cocktail of lust, ego, oneupmanship, and solid submission wrestling.

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!