Big Boys

Interestingly enough, I have wrestled three of the studs on Bulge Battles 1 for the cameras; and I sure as hell wouldn’t have minded getting in the ring with the other three. I’ve already discussed the Kid Karisma-Jobe Zander sweatfest, which was aboslutely amazing and definitely pushed a lot of my erotic buttons.

But that brings me to the match with another former opponent of mine: Josh Goodman vs. Rex Braddock.

Mr. Joshua is a stud, there’s no question about that. His body has been in perfect condition since the first day he walked in front of a BGEast camera, to this match. You have to admire his dedication to his fitness; it would be easy to figure hey, even if I put on another percent of bodyfat I’m still going to look better than 99% of men and slack off a little bit. His definition is intact; if anything, he might even be in better shape than he was when I wrestled him all those years ago.

Yeah, and the dramatic bulge is only emphasized by those silver trunks.

I also have a thing for his foe, Rex Braddock. I mean, he’s a big hunk of man, isn’t he? And those eyes…very dreamy. I’ve always been a sucker for a man with dark hair and blue eyes.

His debut, against Marc Merino in Strip Stakes 1, was a hot match; Marc Merino was also sexy as hell–and matches where the wrestlers strip each other down and wind up wrestling nude has pushed my buttons since the glory days of the Hard Pros series.

Rex is a big boy; maybe not as ripped as Mr. Joshua, but that’s a lot of beef…and when there’s a big size disparity between wrestlers, the bigger guy has an advantage right from the start. Rex takes full advantage of that size/strength disparity; toying with one Mr. Joshua from the very start–which of course had to be incredibly frustrating for someone with an ego the size of Mr. Joshua. I’ve not seen him get tossed around like this since he took on the Brooklyn Bodywrecker–and made the mistake of mocking BBW for being old. That was an enormously satisfying beatdown.

Mr. Joshua doesn’t take a beating just lying down though (other than that one, of course) and he’s not opposed to bringing a big hulk down with a low blow or two, and then never letting up. It was also fun–and hot–watching him work the big man over.

Definitely a good time was had by yours truly watching this one.

Bulges, Bulges Everywhere

BGEast dropped Catalogue 123 yesterday, and yes, after a long absence there’s a Cage Thunder match in it–but I’ll get to that eventually. Today I want to talk about another DVD set of matches…which kind of ties into my recents posts about not only Kid Karisma but Jobe Zander and my matches against them. This DVD has the two of them facing off against each other in the ring.

Mary Mother of God, does Kid Karisma not look fantastic?

Jobe’s not looking too shabby himself.

Seriously.

And I know from experience that both of them get really sweaty when they wrestle. I love sweat. Seriously. I think it’s sexy as fuck.

Told you he’s athletic.

This is a great match; Jobe and the Kid are well-matched, skill-wise as well as their athletic ability. Jobe has worked the indy circuit; the Kid could. The holds, the reversals. the attitude, and the ability to sell in this match is exceptional.

And their bodies are sexy as fuck all. And they aren’t above a little sexy humiliation, either.

Oh, is that your face in my crotch? Hope you like crotch sweat, little boy!

And they both love to dish it out, and–my personal favorite–taunt each other.

This is one of the hottest matches I’ve watched in a long time, and definitely in my top twenty of all time for BGEast, which is saying something.

Hot. As. Fuck.

Rocky Mountain High

So, I’d put the Baron to sleep and it was just me and Kid Karisma left on the mats.

The Kid suffered beautifully. And so athletic, too. And he never gave up. He kept trying, kept coming back for more no matter what I threw at his hot ass.

And it is truly an epic ass. One of the best I’ve ever seen, one of the best to ever grace the cameras for BGEast.

Alas, Baron didn’t stay out. And distracted as I was by my workover of Kid Karisma, I didn’t see him get to his feet until it was too late.

The nerve of the fucker! Trying to put me to sleep? Making me turn my attention away from the bounty that was the body of Kid Karisma?

That didn’t sit well with me. And you know, as I was beating the shit out of him for the second time, I also had to give him some props. Most wrestlers would have come to and slipped away before I noticed…but Baron not only did not do that, he came back for more.

But this time, I made sure he was finished before I was able to get back to work on the Kid. Again–the Kid could have escaped and headed for the hills. Instead, he waited to take me back on again. Probably thinking Baron might have worn me out, worn me down some…but the Kid wasn’t skilled enough yet to pull off such an impressive feat.

And it wasn’t until I took his mask that he finally surrendered.

Again, I have to give the Kid props. After being mauled, in turn, by two hot heels in his debut before the cameras, he could have easily just said “fuck this, I ain’t working for BGEast again.” Instead, he started training; learning how to be a better wrestler. He took a few more beatings along the way, but now he is one of the nastiest heels in the company roster. I’ve followed his career with pride and admiration as he has kicked the shit out of some nasty studs at BGEast.

I’m also a little proud of the fact that I am one of the only wrestlers in BGEast history to hand his hot little muscle ass to him.

I also regret never getting the chance to take on Red Baron in a one-on-one. He was sexy, hot and fun. It would have been a classic.

 

Mile High

Red Baron had some size on Kid Karisma–he was actually bigger and stronger than me, to be honest–and so in the first act of our three-way match he pretty much worked the Kid over pretty badly.

Me? I’ve never been much of a fan of bullying–unless I’m doing the bullying, of course.

I kind of liked my blue/white gear, too. So, as Baron beat on the Kid, I intervened. Baron was big and sexy, and I wanted to work him over as well.

He didn’t take my intervention well. To give credit where it’s due, I wouldn’t have taken it well, either. But turnabout, as they say, is fair play.

Look at Baron’s legs here…if you can tear your eyes away from Karisma’s ripped musculature for a moment.

Finally, I got big Baron trapped between my legs, and it was night, night, sweet prince.

(to be continued)

All About the Bass

The first time I laid eyes on Kid Karisma, I knew he was going to be a star.

I happened to be in Denver at the same time as the BGEast crew, and so they asked me to spend an evening working in front of the cameras. I never said no when they asked. I was supposed to be taking on a big brute named Red Baron.

I was all, oh, hell, yeah. Bring it on, bitch.

There was also supposed to be another match taped first, with two new guys. One of them didn’t show; the other was Kid Karisma. And when I first saw that kid, stripped down to his underwear, me and the other guys in the crew exchanged glances.

That body! That ass! That face!

And as soon as he slipped on those gold trunks, there was no doubt in my mind this kid was going to be a big star.

I was in pretty good shape, myself. And since someone had bowed out…we decided to go with a three way match, that wound up being released on Masked Mayhem 5.

(to be continued)

Shooting Star

Periodically, a new wrestler comes along for BGEast that makes you do a double-take.

Kid Karisma is one of those guys.

I mean, good Lord, look at that body.

That’s not even taking into consideration that ass.

This isn’t your average, run of the mill freckle-faced blue-eyed ginger.

The face is adorable, the body mouth-watering…and the kid can wrestle, too.

Mats, ring, the pool…up for every challenge.

And can even hold his own, body-wise, next to the amazing Rio Garza.

Yup, nothing to complain about there.

(to be continued)

To the Victor

Act Three of my match with Jobe was his final destruction.

You want to show off that bulge, dude, you gotta be ready for it to be a target.

I also believe in giving credit where it’s due: Jobe suffers beautifully.

And after all, turnabout is fair play.

Since we were both soaked with in sweat–our own and each other’s–it wasn’t easy keeping him in holds, or even getting him in them. Slick sweaty skin isn’t easy to get a grip on; and I was having to adjust constantly to keep him there balanced over my shoulder. He wasn’t getting down from there until he begged; his pleas like music to my ears.

Is there anything more humiliating than being spanked in the ring? Literally? And he had such a nice ass, too.

And as expected, I was triumphant in the end.

You gotta love winning.

Taking a Beating

If you want to be a pro wrestler, you have to be able to take a beating. You have to be able to take a certain amount of pain, and it helps if, as I am, you are flexible. The more flexible you are, the more pain you can take and the more punishing holds you can survive.

If you can’t handle any of that, you have business getting in the ring. Because even the biggest, the strongest, the most skilled and bloodthirsty heel will have to take some pain at some point. You’re cruising along, having your own way with your opponent, and then the next thing you know you make a mistake and WHAM! You’re going to be on the receiving end for a while.

And if it’s a skilled dude who knows what he’s doing, you might not get back in control of the match.

Jobe put me through the ringer.

And I have to respect how much he enjoyed it.

I mean, he really put me through it. He worked over my abs, my back, my neck, my head, and even my legs.

And like me, he sweats a lot. There were sweat puddles all over the ring.

But….you’ve always got to be on your guard, and never get overconfident–or things will flip back the other way.

(to be continued)