A Study in Contrasts: Shining White Satin Rookie vs Black Leather Heel
As soon as Kip Sorell slipped into his glistening silvery white trunks we collectively gasped. The young man is dazzlingly handsome, as fit a physical specimen of manhood as we’ve seen. With his matinee-idol looks and sinewy build, we wondered aloud at our good fortune for having him choose BG East as the repository – and beneficiary – of his wrestling dreams. And that he was among the dozen or so BG stars on hand for the advent of the new BG East Arena in South Florida made it a doubly notable debut!
And, as it undoubtedly will do here, his arrival on the BGE scene that day caused a minor sensation. Most of the other wrestlers were subtle, sotto voce, about their interest in Kip, making discreet eye contact with The Boss to note their interest, trying hard not to make their curiosity, desire and lust too obvious – that is, save one exuberant exception: Jumping up and down, raising his hand and waving it wildly, shouting, “OOOH! PLEASE! Me, Me!!! I’m first! ME! Pick ME! Pleeeease!!! I’ll be good, I PROMISE!!!”, Kid Karisma, never much of a wall-flower, made it clear he wanted at the sizzling hot newbie and post-haste! And frankly, we couldn’t wait to throw Kip to a ravenously hungry man-eater like Kid Karisma.
Kid K is one of the company’s most gifted heels. Moment by moment he amazes us with the stuff he comes up with in the course of punishing and humiliating an opponent. The man is an artist: every new hold and indignity he heaps on his adversary is a jaw-dropping revelation. He has a diamond-cutter’s eye for highlighting the best qualities and uncovering previously hidden facets. The Boss said it best: “That Kid K? He’s a natural”. We knew that by the end of this match young Kip would shine like a star … if he survived, that is.
Watching Kip warming up in the ring, expertly showing off for the camera, Kid K can’t help but be impressed too, and in no time he’s right there with him, competing for the fans’ attention, push-up by push-up. When Kip ups the ante with a set of clap pushups, Kid responds, “You don’t have to clap for me. I haven’t even kicked your ass yet.” He kicks the recruit’s arm out from under him and plants a black boot on the newcomer’s chest, and lays claim to the babyface as his personal property. Impetuously, the new guy fires back at him before Karisma even removes his leather biker vest. In return Karisma wraps the vest around the eager upstart’s neck and drags him around the ring by it, preening himself in front of the mirror and camera as Kip gasps for air. And we’re off!
There’s something about extraordinary male pulchritude which inspires Kid Karisma to paroxysms of punishment. Oh sure, they don’t have to be starkly stunning beauties for him to vent his muscular rage on them but it sure seems that the prettier they are the more inspired Kid K is to bend them to his will and submit them to his creative humiliations. And the Kharismatic One’s enthusiasm for clawing, bending, stretching, stomping, trampling and otherwise displaying the newbie beauty Kip Sorell seems to know no bounds.
He forces Kip Sorell through the workout routine from hell. He batters the rookie under a set of “push-ups,” Karisma’s chest beating down on Kip’s like a sledge. Then he kneels on the young stud’s stomach, pulling his head up in a mock “sit-up” and then roughly slamming it back down. Initially Kip puts up a fiercer resistance than Karisma expected, only infuriating the quick-tempered red-headed heel even more. In a matter of a few minutes, he stomps the guy face down into the canvas. The shining handsome prince is suddenly a whimpering victim, clinging to the bottom rope for life support.
“How does that feel, huh?” Karisma delivers the time-honored taunt of heels everywhere. But when young Kip fails to respond, Kid K snaps him up into a rear naked choke and yells, “I SAID ‘How Does That Feel, HUH?!?’” He falls to his back, stretching the recruit out over him in every direction, spread-eagle, the youthful muscles and veins etched clearly and distinctly against the smooth tan skin. (Have no fear, the BGE camera catches every bit of this marvelous muscular mayhem from the perfect vantage points!)
Karisma is less concerned with gaining a pin or submission than with breaking the boy in two against the ring post. We are watching a maestro of mayhem at work here, folks, and beautiful Kip Sorell may be the ideal muse for what will certainly be remembered as one of this particular heel’s masterpieces. This is a match for which both these wrestlers will be remembered for years to come. It’s a thrilling introduction to an exciting young wrestler, and a grand slam for one of the best bad boys in the business!