Barefaced

I have to say, it’s very weird now to see pictures of myself on the BGEast page, or in the Arena, sans mask.

Yeah, kind of a dumb expression on my face. But I have to say, modesty aside, I looked pretty damned good in white.

And yes, this is from an upcoming release. Matmen 27, to be exact, a match which Powergunz came out of semi-retirement to take me on. I’ve always had a thing for Powergunz. I think the first match of his I saw was him taking on Cole Cassidy in the ring–don’t @ me, I know he was around before that, but that was the first match of his that I actually owned and watched. He looked fucking amazing in that match, in his blue trunks.

Hairy chested, thickly muscled, with the daddy haircut and facial hair…hell, yes, I wanted to wrestle him. I love me some muscle daddies.

And yeah, given my age and torso hair, I realize that I was a wrestling daddy for BGEast as well.

When I first started wrestling for BGEast, I was asked to list the guys I wanted to wrestle. Yes, Powergunz was on that list. And yes, it did happen. And it’s in the next catalogue.

ALthough it may have been more fun had I been masked….

 

I Know What You Want to Do

There is a distinction between a jobber and a face in the world of wrestling.

There’s certainly some overlap, but jobbers rarely, if ever, win matches, and are also incapable of maintaining any offense they may generate during a match; they may not even launch an offensive against their opponent–and if they do, it generally doesn’t last long. Jobbers are there to be demolished, tortured, and beaten by an opponent who relishes dishing out pain and punishment and humiliation.

A face, on the other hand, is a good looking well built stud with mad wrestling skills. He doesn’t stoop to rule breaking and/or cheating (unless provoked by the relentless rule breaking of their foe; it always plays as well-deserved and draws cheers from the crowd as payback). A face is a great wrestler who only loses due to the duplicity of their opponent; they are huge fan favorites. Probably the best example of a face is Kevin Von Erich, who was handsome and had a fantastic body.

The question, of course, is which category does my latest BGEast crush, Kirk Donahue, fall into?

Very very good-looking, and that body!

Not to mention dat ass.

He also has ring skills, though, so even though he seems to lose every match he’s involved in for the cameras, I would put him down as both.

Z-Man is another one who straddles that line; he shows a lot of ability in his matches and even sometimes crossed the line into illegality–but only after being relentlessly beaten and victimized. He, too, is stunningly handsome and that body–Christ, that body.

So, I was very interested in seeing the two of them against each other in Babyface Brawl 2.

That shot is a work of art, isn’t it?

Kirk certainly brought out the beast I always knew was under the surface with Z-Man.

It’s a great match; Kirk even manages some offensive against the Z-Man…ring confidence is born out of success in the ring, and neither wrestler has had much along those lines over the years in the arena. Several times when Z-Man was poised to polish Kirk off for guard that killer instinct that is acquired through beatings isn’t as honed in either man as of yet.

And Kirk always suffers so beautifully.

Why is the suffering of the beautiful such a turn-on for so many of us? That is a topic for another day, I suppose.

 

As For You, Kirk Donahue

In all honesty, I’m not sure when precisely I became aware of Kirk Donahue.

I think it was when he was one of the nominees for Best Butt in the annual BGEast fan awards, and Bard commented on his blog that he didn’t quite understand why that was the case.

I can see why, frankly. Bard later watched one of Kirk’s matches and ate his words and publicly apologized for questioning the bounty that is Kirk’s butt. (And in all seriousness, I know the eye is immediately drawn to the ass in the above picture. But look up at his shoulders, in the reflection caught by the mirror. That’s equally impressive.)

His torso and arms are also quite delectable, and then there’s the bulge. It’s quite, as they say, ample.

Yes, he is rather fine. Adorable, too, with that enormous, infectious boyish grin and those freckles. He even has them on his pecs and arms.

But like so many adorable boys before him, despite the sexy body and the handsome face, the fate of beautiful boys like Kirk Donahue at BGEast–well, he’s going to be fresh, bloody meat served up to the brutal beasts who drool at the site of such symmetrical perfection, thinking about the pain they can inflict, to see if he also is beautiful as he suffers….

(to be continued)

The Hero Takes a Fall

When last we saw the hairy hunk Silver Eagle, he was getting his ass handed to him by the villainous muscle monster DR. MAGNIFICENT.

In fact. things weren’t looking good at all for Silver Eagle at this point. And after the thrashing he received at the hands of Morgan Cruze, the prospect of any kind of offense–feeble or otherwise–seemed unlikely at this point. I was pretty certain all I was going to see was the Doc continuing to wipe the mats with Eagle–probably taking his mask and maybe even his trunks.

And then, from out of nowhere, Eagle struck back.

Oh, well done, Eagle! Those beatings apparently stoked a fire in his belly, because now that he’s seized control of the match, the rest is a bit different than the start!

(And still, look at Dr. M in this picture. Look at that body, how beautiful it is, how narrow the waist, how round and hard the ass, how deep the armpits. Magnificent indeed.)

I gotta say, it was inspiring watching the Eagle turn the tables on the doc. And he kept it up, with the Doc trying, sometimes succesfully, sometimes not–to get back on top.

And there were still more twists to come.

Oh, yeah, I enjoyed this one.