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So, before I get back to talking about my match with Cole Cassidy, let’s spend some time appreciating him, shall we?
Despite the way his charisma and personality make him seem larger than life on camera–and in pictures–he’s shorter than I am: 5’8 and weighs 166 pounds. Despite the small stature, let me assure you in all my years as a fan, I never noticed his size.
He always loomed large to me.
Maybe it’s the viciousness? Or did giving up size to his opponents turn him vicious? Some mysteries will never be solved.
I am sure no small part of his presence has to do with the extraordinary vascularity of his impressive musculature. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone before (outside of bodybuilding competitions) with such exceptional size and defined so perfectly. Look at the veins roadmapping his quads, his lower abs, arms and shoulders.
Fuck me.
I would literally have to work out every day and exist solely on protein shakes for a year to get that cut and vascular.
The sunglasses are a nice touch, and even when he smiles…you never completely relax…
Plus, he does the evil cowboy look perfectly, and that’s a button for me.
He often surrenders size to his opponents–Mitch Colby, Powergunz, Alexi Adamov and Drew Russell all come to mind, out of the scores of people he’s beaten the shit out of for BGEast–but the advantage you’d think this would give his opponents is negligible.
He can cut an opponent down to size pretty fucking fast.
As I said, before I met and got into the ring with him, he was kind of an idol of mine. He still is–I still enjoy watching him cut some arrogant muscleboy off at the knees and making them whimper and plead for mercy–and after wrestling him, I admired him even more.
TO BE CONTINUED
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