Both Sides Now

So, what I think is my last match ever taped for BGEast is now out there for purchase, streaming or however you watch your BGEast videos.

And yes, it’s my second appearance in the Jobberpaloozer series, and I am wrestling this guy:

Yup, none other than Cole Cassidy.

Christ, look at that body. I mean….look at it.

In an interesting aside, the last match of mine to be released was actually the first one I ever taped.

Not in my best shape I was ever in for the cameras–I’d been on a grueling book/speaking tour that started in January of that year and didn’t end until BEA in New York in June–but I was doing my best to hit the gym when I was at home and trying to eat right, but trying to eat healthy when you’re on the road isn’t always easy.

But I was very excited to shoot a match for BGEast, and I was even more excited to be scheduled to wrestle one of my idols, Cole Cassidy. I blogged about him sometime recently; but I became a fan when I first saw him in the ring against Tarzan Tyler Reese. So, when the Boss asked me who I wanted to get into the ring with, Cole was at the top of my list.

Dreams can come true.

But this could also be filed under be careful what you wish for…

Intimidating, no?

I could be wrong, but I think I may be the only wrestler who’s appeared in the Jobberpaloozer series as both heel and jobber.

Which is saying something–what that might be I am not quite sure, honestly.

TO BE CONTINUED

Mr. Big Stuff

Making Austin Cooper, with his thick, defined muscles and twinkling eyes and terrific smile, look small is not an easy thing to do.

And yet…Cybertron accomplishes this feat with aplomb.

I mean….

One of the most interesting things I’ve discovered over the years is how difficult it is to gauge size with wrestlers, and that is really a credit to the wrestlers themselves first, and to the videography staff at BGEast. Guys who seem to be huge on camera will turn out to be much smaller than I imagined…which is a testament to charisma and star power, really; appearing larger than life when they go in front of the cameras. I’ve always had this sense that Austin is tall and big–because, in still photos, action shots, and on camera, he fills the frame so you can’t take your eyes off him. Based on the first impression I had of him–the match with Jake Jenkins I talked about in an earlier post–I figured Jake was probably around 5’9 and weighed about 180, with Austin a few inches taller at six foot and probably, give or take, 200 pounds. But according to the website, Austin is a mere 5’9, which probably puts Jake a little shorter.

It’s weird to think I’m taller than Austin.

Anyway, this Hunkbash 20 battle between these two beautifully constructed specimens lived up to all my expectations.

For an all out squash (or hunkbash, if  you will) to be entertaining, you need two things: a heel who is good at what he does, and a jobber who is gorgeous and suffers beautifully. It is very easy for these types of matches to become a yawn fest very quickly. There are only so many holds and moves and variations, after all; an unskilled heel will inevitably just start repeating the same moves and holds over and over; a jobber who can’t sell or thinks he’s pretty enough to just lay there and take it without putting any effort into it will spoil a match pretty fucking fast.

But this is not one of those matches; Cooper can pretty much do anything in front of the cameras–I’ve seen him heel with the same flair with which he jobs, and he is as adept in the ring as he is on the mats or in the gazebo or pretty much anywhere he’s put.

And the superb physique doesn’t hurt, nor does the expressive face.

And matching him up with a brutal ringmaster like Cybertron was just simply genius. Cybertron’s hulking size (“you ARE the Brute Squad!”) is, as I’ve said, is impressive enough, and again, big strong hulking heels can depend on their size and a few holds and moves to dominate smaller opponents while putting the viewer to sleep.

Not Cybertron.

He relishes beating the shit out of Austin–that’s very clear very early–and he is incredibly skilled. The holds and moves he uses on Austin are all familiar to the pro wrestling aficionado; but he alters them slightly to make them new and even more painful–a tweak here, a twist there–and this creativity only serves to make this match a classic.

The creative use of the ropes in this match is awe-inspiring.

And they both sweat buckets.

Highly recommended. I’ll be revisiting this match a lot.

Automatic

I’m partial to masked wrestlers, obviously.

Take Cybertron, for example.

Seriously, just beat me, fuck me up, strip me out of my trunks, stuff them in my mouth and just have your fucking way with me already, Daddy.

And seriously, congratulations on the fucking body, Daddy. This is what he looked like when he first appeared for BGEast, on Masked Mayhem 2 (which was also my BGEast debut) ,ten years or so ago:

 

I mean, nothing wrong with him back then–that ass, for God’s sake–but it’s amazing what about eight or nine years of hard work in the gym will do.

When he reappeared recently in Masked Destroyers 1, I literally did a double take.

My jaw my have dropped and my tongue might have come out of my mouth a little bit.

I mean JFC.

So, yeah. Gulp.

And then imagining what this vicious hunk of nasty muscle would do to baby-faced Austin Cooper?

Oh yeah, baby. Come to daddy.

(to be continued)

Austin City Limits

Let’s talk about Austin Cooper for a minute, shall we?

I’ve been a fan since I first saw him take on Jake Jenkins (another tasty morsel) in Ripped Rookies 1: A Score to Settle. It was an impressive debut for both; a mat match with both starting in singlets before stripping down to much more provocative gear, and not only were they both lovely to look at, they were also pretty damned skilled. I was immediately impressed with both wrestlers, and looked forward to seeing more of each.

Both of them also sweated quite profusely, and I have mentioned before how sweaty muscles are a big button push for me.

Austin was at home in any wrestling scenario; I never got the slightest impression, whether it was mats, the gazebo, or the ring, that he wasn’t in his element. He can also heel or job with equally aplomb; that handsome face and beautiful body not only can suffer beautifully, but can sell the dominant heel role just as easily.

He also looks good in everything–whether its pro-style trunks, singlets, underwear, leg tights, you name it; he can pull it off–and while he’s shown us bare cheeks before, whether in thongs or jocks, he’s never gone full frontal. I don’t mind; while I do appreciate the guys who are willing to do so, I also appreciate those who like to leave things mysterious.

And even when facing bodies as perfect as, say, those of Kid Karisma or Patrick Donovan or Z-Man, Austin doesn’t fade into the background or not match up properly; those matches are so stunningly hot to watch it’s a wonder the cameras didn’t short circuit.

So, the part of me that enjoys watching Austin suffer was pretty excited to hear he was going to climb in the ring with Cybertron for Hunkbash 20.

(to be continued)

We’ve Got the Beating

I could wax poetic about Braden Charron’s muscular ass for days.

Sigh…oh, yeah, where were we? Oh yes, Carter Alexander had already made the bodacious-buttocked Braden submit already, and we were well on our way to yet another Bradenbash…or are we?

Muscle stud Braden has learned a few things, apparently, after being on the receiving of some of the hottest and sexiest beatings in BGEast history, and he’s not about to let this lean muscle boy make him a victim yet again.

Braden might be shorter, but he’s also stronger and heavier–and as the tables slowly turn, and Carter slowly begins to realize he’s not only outmatched but the long-simmering rage deep inside Braden, the result of years of being a jobber and being roundly mocked, despite the physical beauty, is now boiling over and Carter has become the physical embodiment of everything Braden has wanted to punish and avenge himself upon for over ten long years.

And Braden relishes his newfound prowess as a heel, and the beating and battering of beauteous Carter is truly something to behold.

Not only does he relish the role, Braden finds new and creative ways to batter his victim.

Primarily targeting the abs, he still manages to put Carter Alexander through the ringer. And Carter’s suffering is a thing of beauty.

Can the sexy smaller stud get the upper hand again, or will the beating just keep getting worse and worse?

This is an incredibly hot match, quite frankly, and one I will revisit numerous times, without doubt.

The Beat Goes On

So, here we have it in Hunkbash 20: bountifully built Braden Charron taking on lean muscle stud Carter Alexander.

And let’s face it, as the website copy says, “If Braden is in a Hunkbash, that usually means it’s a Bradenbash.”

After some stretching and posing and the usual pre-match banter, the two studs get down to action. And sure enough, as predicted, sexy Carter is soon arrogantly bashing Braden, despite surrendering a weight advantage to the little fireplug of a muscle boy.

And wisely, Carter recognizes the strategy of weakening your opponent’s legs–if their legs are battered and they can’t really stand without a wobble and limp, they’re going to be ever so much more vulnerable. And Carter is relentless. He goes after Braden’s knee, again and again, as Braden’s wails of agony fill the arena area.

Finally, hoping for a brief respite from the punishment, Braden cries out a desperate submission.

Yep, a Bradenbash is what we are in for.

And to be fair, I do love seeing Braden and his muscles suffering.

(to be continued)

Turn the Beat Around

And then there’s Carter Alexander.

It’s not easy to keep up with all the hot guys in gay-interest wrestling, and I have to confess I’ve been sleeping on this one. How have I missed him thus far?  He’s already released matches with Kid Karisma, Jake Jenkins, Kirk Donahue, and Kayden Keller–and the Keller match I definitely knew of, since Kayden wore the same trunks I wore in my match against Pink Puma–trunks I loved so much I wanted to steal them.

And yet…yes, I was sleeping on this one. When the Hunkbash 20 DVD arrived, I didn’t remember him.

SERIOUSLY.

Outside of his hair–it’s a personal preference, but all these hairstyles for men which involve sprays and gels and “products” to shape the hair and keep it in place have always struck me as dopey; I call is “stupid hair”–but then again, I also came of age in the days when men wore their hair long, parted in the center and then blown dry and brushed so the bangs feathered; don’t even get me started on the hideous hairstyles of the 1980’s–Carter Alexander is everything I like in a wrestler–great smile, handsome face, the slightest hint of dimples in his cheeks. And then the body. He’s lean, muscular, ripped–and while he must depilate his torso, he leaves his legs hairy.

And that vascularity is fucking insane. I mean–look at those deep cuts from the top of his pelvic girdle heading to the groin.

There’s vascularity even in his fucking legs.

With the exception of Kirk Donahue, he has already logged matches with some of the nastier heels in the current roster at BGEast, and so tossing him into the ring for a Hunkbash with Braden? Yeah, my money was definitely on this pretty young man for a brutal bashing of Braden.

And I was here for it.

And yes, that’s an ass I’d like to hold in both hands as I pull him closer to me.

(to be continued)

Turn! Turn! Turn!

So, let’s talk about Braden Charron, shall we?

Never been any doubt about his sexiness, really. I’ve always had a hard-on for Braden; another wrestler I regret never working with during my time in front of the cameras.

I love beating down a muscle boy. The only thing more fun? Watching a muscle boy get beaten down. It makes me fucking hard.

And then…there’s that ass.

Wow.

I mean…

Braden’s ass is a force of nature. Imagine how that would feel under your hand–whether smacking or squeezing. He could probably crack walnuts between those ass cheeks.

No, no Alexi! You’re facing the wrong way!

Braden must be a competitive bodybuilder, I think, because there are times when his body looks competition ready (above in the gold) and then there are times when he looks like he is in the bulking phase:

He looks great in either case–and I’ve imagined beating the crap out of him in either shape.

Braden is the latest little muscle tank in a long and proud BGEast tradition going back to studs like Mike Columbo, Buster Bergeron, and Joe Mazetti–and usually, these short muscle studs tend to job (Mazetti being the exception to this rule; Columbo was both).

But lately, something’s been up with Braden…(to be continued)

Who Was That Masked Man?

As someone who spent the majority of his time at BGEast in front of the cameras wearing a mask, I took a great deal of interest in the other masked wrestlers during my time, and watching the ones that have come up since my retirement from being in-front-of-the-camera talent.

Obviously,  the Enforcer is the first masked stud to come to mind.

His match with Blueboy is a classic, absolute classic. Both wrestlers in exceptional shape, and the battle is epic.

So, my obvious interest in masked wrestlers brings me to Masked Mayhem 14, featuring a match between Titanium Blue:

And his opponent, Green Envy:

Right? You can see why this match made my dick hard, and why I’ve watched it numerous times already. Both wrestlers are sexy as fuck (look at that ass on Green Envy, and those perfectly fitting, perfectly cut trunks with the high hip to emphasize the perfect curvature of that tight hard little ass. I also love the way his mask is cut so you can see the facial hair. The facial hair is a pleasant surprise; guys with bodies that tight and lean and muscular generally don’t have beards; as soon as I saw this shot I thought, my cock stirring in my sweatpants, I hope he loses the mask during the match–and also–that blue trim on the yellowish-green trunks? Gave me hope that there was a thong or jock under the trunks which meant the trunks would also come off. )

But it was Titanium Blue who truly turned my crank, got me hard…and this is not a dis on Green Envy; he’s hot as fuck. But Blue…the thickly muscled, beefy body and the swagger when he walks…not to mention how hard and thick dat ass is. And again…there’s a line of  reddish-orange trim on his trunks that looks like there might be something skimpier underneath…which meant his would also come off.

I mean, what are the odds that both guys have that trim line on their trunks and there aren’t skimpier trunks underneath? And dat ass. My God, look at that fucking ass.

And he just looks like he has that, I don’t know, heel swagger; everything about him just screams I am going to beat the fuck out of you, lean muscle boy, and you’re going to fucking get off on it.

That ass–imagine those beefy thighs wrapped around your head while that ass flexes…

Oh, fuck yeah, was I ready for this.

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As you can see, Green Envy is wearing a knee brace–which is, as always in wrestling, a bit of foreshadowing. Wrestlers getting into the ring with a pre-existing condition (see what I did there?) are simply signaling a weakness to their heel opponent–look, my knee is damaged but I’m sure you’ll be cool and not go after it, right?

Riiiiiiiiiiiight. Titanium wastes no time in going after Envy’s knee.

But despite giving up size and strength–and that injured knee–Envy puts up a decent fight!

That’s kind of a hot picture–lean musclestud backed into corner, opponent with rockin’ body coming in to beat on him…yeah.

Ruh roh, could be lights out for Titanium! And they’re both sweaty.

There are fewer thing sexier to me than the glistening of sweaty skin.

The action moved outside the ring, too…and Envy worked that to his advantage.

But not for long…

And yes, there was my pet passion: head scissors.

And yes, Titanium unmasked Envy, and it was just as hot and sexy as it is when I do it to some hapless ring victim. Titanium, in an awesome show of contempt, unmasked himself.

Envy is actually quite handsome…while Titanium is definitely has the face of a cocky stud who knows he can beat your ass and you’ll enjoy it.

High marks to Masked Mayhem 14–this match alone is worth the cost of the DVD.

I’ll be watching again for sure.

My only quibble was the trunks with the different colored waistbands…they never came off, and so maybe there was nothing skimpier underneath? It would have been awesome to see those two hot asses in thongs or jocks…

The Daddies of BGEast

What, precisely, is a daddy?

There really isn’t a definition of the word, I suppose, as it applies to gay male sexuality. I’ve always taken it to mean a sexy older man you’d want to have sex with.

Lots and lots of hot, sweaty, nasty sex.

BGEast has, over the years, presented us with some truly hot daddies.

Take Powergunz for example.

Now, he’s probably not older than I am, but he definitely fits into what I would consider a daddy. Masculine, big, strong, hairy…oozing testosterone. You just want to get locked into a sleazy motel room with him for a weekend, don’t you?

I know I do.

I also consider this stud to be a hot daddy. I mean, look at him.

There’s just something about a mask, isn’t there? I generally don’t care for tights on wrestlers either, but lately…I’ve been seeing their appeal. This stud certainly helps in that regard.

Mac Matthias is another one I’d consider a daddy, even though he’s not that old and not that hairy. But he has that masculine, dominant energy that comes off as daddy-ish to me; I mean, that look on his face. Whoever is in the ring with him is about to get beaten, badly.

Indy pro wrestler Matt Stryker is definitely a daddy.  Thick muscles, that body hair, and look at those powerful powerful legs. And that ass….but never mistake Matt for someone you’re going to dominate in the ring. No, he might let you get some early advantages as he works up a glistening sweat…but he is going to then cut loose on you and dominate you until you know you’re his bitch and he can do whatever he wants to you.

Scott Williams is also kind of a daddy; that lean, ripped body, that deep sexy voice, and that body hair. It’s really a shame he only taped four matches for BGEast. I’ve wrestled him privately a few times….and it was always a great time.

Despite the yellow trunks, Skotch English just screams heel/daddy/dominance, doesn’t he? I wrestled him privately about ten years or so ago–we were locked in a hotel room for about eight hours and I enjoyed every sweating, screaming-in-agony, minute of it. And while hotel matches are definitely a lot of fun, I still hope to get into a ring with him someday. I bet he’s even more fun in a ring. His demolition of Mitch Colby for BGEast was one of my favorite ring matches in BGEast history–both men sweat heavily, and I do love me some sweaty wrestlers.

You also cannot talk about BGEast daddies without Clint Morgan being mentioned. Big Clint–oh, how I wish I’d worked with him, either in front of the cameras or in private. Big Clint has always been one of my favorites…he is pretty much every imaginable wrestling domination fantasy all rolled up into one sexy and enormous package.

And of course no discussion of BGEast daddies would be complete without the master of them all, the Brooklyn Bodywrecker. My private match with him is one of my all time favorites. He was the one I wanted to unmask me–either him or Kid Vicious–but it never worked out.

And now, back to work.