I’m Still Standing

Every match is a lesson.

As I said before, one of the biggest lessons I learned from getting in the ring with Cole Cassidy, heel extraordinaire, was to always leave something in reserve. Don’t use all your energy and all your best moves because one that’s gone you are fucking done.

So, yeah, I got to put Cole through some of my best holds and moves.

But he had something in reserve–and all it took was a low blow (or two) to flip the switch on a match which I thought I had won and in the bag.

Filed under being a nice guy and fighting fair in the ring is fucking stupid.

And let’s face it, when your balls hurt, there’s not much else you can fucking do–another valuable lesson from the master.

Yeah, this isn’t going to end well.

Told ya. And this was just the fucking start, bitches.

Final, and most important lesson: the match ain’t over unless your opponent is out cold.

The first step on my path to becoming a heel myself was finished.

I Get Around

So, not only was I finally able to get into the ring–I also tossed Cole back in by his trunks.

Turnabout is fair play, after all.

Heels can also get over-confident, particularly when the match has, frankly, been pretty fucking easy for them so far. Cole gave me an opening and I took it.

And once I was in the ring, I was determined to not only get my own back, but to give him the ultimate humiliation of losing to someone he didn’t see as a credible threat.

His gorgeous, perfectly defined abs made for an oh-so-inviting target, too.

He didn’t seem to like me standing on them and flexing.

As I listened to his groans as I put him through the wringer, I began to believe, you know? Believe that I could beat him, believe that I could be a BGEast star, believe that I, a rookie in my first match for the company, could take down one of their biggest and nastiest heels–something no one else had done so far.

I also was learning that I liked being in control, punishing my opponent, and even humiliating him a bit.

I also learned about over-confidence.

TO BE CONTINUED

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

Legs

I’ve always been a leg man; I think one of the hottest holds in wrestling is the scissors, whether it’s head or body (I prefer being caught in a head scissors, if I am being completely honest).

So this boy’s legs made me stand up and take notice.

I mean…

I noticed him first on Globalfight. I got one of those your friend so-and-so posted new pictures, you should check them out and so I thought why not and pulled up his profile. He has posted new pictures; action shots with a guy I thought, since I couldn’t get a really good look at him, was Mitch Colby. But then I realized wait, Mitch doesn’t have tattoos on his left arm and looked even more closely; nope, wasn’t Mitch. Mitch, I know from experience, is about six two or three; the friend in the pictures is about six four, and this guy was much shorter than that. Hmmm, I thought, he’s kind of hot.

Flash forward a couple of months and BAM! There he was on the BGEast site: Calvin Haynes (how much do I love that his ring name is two underwear companies?). The resemblance to Mitch wasn’t as pronounced as I’d originally thought, but I started thinking of him as mini-Mitch.

And he has a hot ass to go with those legs.

Nice arms, too.

And he doesn’t shave off his torso hair. I also like that. I also like that he’s more interested in being thick than ripped. I also find that kind of sexy.

And you know, much as I love pro gear, I’ve always regretted not doing a ring match for BGEast in jocks or just flat out nude.

Yeah, I like this kid. I’d also like to experience how brutal his scissors might be; like I said, those are some nice quads.

He also looks damned good in full pro attire. He has the look, doesn’t he? My dick gets hard just looking at this picture. It makes me want to shove him back into that corner and choke him and elbow smash those hairy pecs and then toss him back into the center of the ring for some more fucking torture.

So, I thought I’d check out one of his matches; see if he’s as good as he looks.

Why Pumas Are Endangered

So, you can imagine my thrill when the Boss told me I was scheduled to wrestle Rafe Sanchez…and not only that, he wanted to wear a mask–which meant that not only was I going to kick his ass, I was going to take that punk’s mask away from him once I’d beaten him into submission.

Thinking about it made my dick hard.

I also got into what was probably the best shape I was ever in for a BGEast taping.

 

I mean, fuck.

Right?

You can see why I fucking loved those red trunks.

And just seeing him in his masked glory…well, yeah. FUCK yeah.

And then we met in the center of the ring.

Dat azz.