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Distributor | Released | Length |
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BG East Wrestling | ? |
Wells Gone Wild
Reese Wells refuses to get in the pool with Len Harder, which kind of surprises Len because Reese always seems so nice, squeaky clean nice, the sort of young man you'd think might fix his kid sister's dollhouse or climb a tree to rescue an elderly neighbor's cat. Think again. If Reese ever was a Boy Scout, he might well be working on his asshole badge this year. And he's working overtime on it. Len's just trying to be friendly, and Reese lashes back with an insult, acting as if Harder's playful splashing poses some kind of affront to his reputation. The only thing that is going to motivate Wells to get into the water is the chance to hold Harder's head underwater and feel this fresh punk struggle for air while clasped tightly against his own lean, artfully proportioned body. Dollhouses and felines, beware! Reese Wells is ready to go bad! Little Lenny beware!
Perhaps years of bringing out the sadist in men like Jonny Firestorm, Jobe Zander, Kirby Stone, and Rio Garza has finally brought out the boy next door's dark side. We honestly don't know what did it. But maybe it's Harder's rep as a cocky twink which inspires Reese to play the bully this time. A raw choke from behind as Len thrashes and gasps for air elicits only a smug, satisfied smile from Reese. He climbs up to the tiled edge of the pool and yanks Harder up by his hair, scissoring his victim's semi-shaved head between his thickly knit thighs. It's clear that Wells is determined to dominate and wreck his opponent. Of the two he is clearly the more solidly built - and the one, perhaps, with the most to prove. Still, Len has his own personal stock of nasty to draw upon, and he gives Reese a taste of his own medicine, and then some, to make the fresh young heel wannabe think better of his decision to choose Len as the victim to try out his newfound bullying skills.
But resistance only makes Reese see red. He is determined not to be deterred from his mission! He knows that he is regarded by the majority of BG wrestlers as an up and coming talent but a vulnerable and still easily beatable job boy. It's a perception he's desperate to change and he intends to use Len as the vehicle by which he will disabuse all the other BG boys of their mistaken notion. He slugs Len in the shoulders and on the back of his head, clubbing the smaller man back to submission. When he regains the upper hand, he chokes Harder harder, grabs him by the skinny part of his trunks, marches him up the pool steps, and smashes him back into the fishbowl. Not once, but twice. When he fishes Len out of the water the third time, it is to drive him with repeated blows into the mat room, where the two men decide it's time to finish this brawl on their land legs!
All's Well That Ends Hard
The first thing Reese Wells does after dragging his opponent onto dry land is garrote Len Harder with the towel he's just used to dry himself. Wells bares his teeth with murderous delight as Len groans and writhes, his limbs tingling with numbness. Reese twists the towel tighter as he whips Len left and right and drags the twink down to the mat to try to finish him off with a scissors hold. When Len gives, Reese clearly doesn't want to relinquish the hold - and he only does so in order to kick him back down to plant his bare foot on the poor twink's Adam's apple! A rear naked choke spells out Reese's intention to allow Len no more oxygen than he got when his head was being held underwater.
What goes around comes around, as they say. Len wriggles free and climbs on Reese's back, chicken-winging both the bully's arms up to the shoulder blades. Payback can be a bitch, but it can also be very sweet! Len's pleasure and satisfaction in tormenting Reese is writ large on his cute face. The two slim college boys look cut out for each other, and Len is ready to take his pound of flesh now that he's gained the advantage. With a headscissors pinning Reese's shoulders to the mat, Len repeatedly slams his fist to his sinewy opponent's sharply cut abs. And who could resist clawing that semi-firm bulge tenting the crotch of Reese's kelly green trunks? Certainly not Len! The lesson here is that, just as you never kid a kidder, you never rough up a ruffian. Lovers of payback and lovers of hot young dudes getting the shit kicked out of them alike will wear out their, ahem, entertainment systems rewatching this tasty bit of spandex-clad justice!
The bad blood that's stirred up here between these two long lean lovelies is far from over. The match continues. Len wants to break Reese and show him what being a bad boy really tastes like, something Len clearly understands from experience. Having spotted Wells's weak points, he draws a bead on them - showing a sharp eye for landing a blow on a moving, writhing target. He knows Reese can be had. After all, he's been had by just about everyone he's ever faced in the ring or on the mats. There's a lot at stake here for these two young competitors evidenced by the tenacity they exhibit in combat in the pool and on the mats. Len pounds on the pretty boy and punishes his arms with hammerlocks and his head in scissors. Reese fights back, relishing his newly minted aggression, and hungry for both control and victory. Each man jostles for a vantage point from which to hurt and humiliate his foe, to be the man who walks out of the Florida sun room on his feet, muscles still bristling with the rush of conquest. Wet, wild and wonderful!
Backflips and Backhands
Like kids at summer camp, Jake Jenkins wants Christian Taylor to clasp hands together and launch him up out of the water so that he can show off (for the hundredth time) his gold-medal backflip. Three tries get Jenkins barely free of the surface, and he's beginning to get pissed off at Taylor for gumming up his usual near-perfect form. Heated, defiant words are exchanged, and the two snatch each other up by the thighs and flip each other back into the aqua waves, wrestling, plunging in face forward, rising, gasping, to clear (just barely) their nostrils of chlorine before ducking back down. It's almost as if they want to see who can fight the longest on the least amount of oxygen. Tall, lanky Taylor gains an early advantage by carrying Jenkins, who's a half foot shorter, into the deep end. But when Jenkins gets back to a suitable depth, he hoists a nearly weightless Taylor up and mercilessly pounds him against the water's churning surface, so that in a matter of a minute or two pink blotches bloom on Christian's pale skin like poppies in August.
At the beginning of this fracas, the commotion in the pool could perhaps pass for a harmless but unusually rough and rowdy Baptist purification rite, but then the tone changes: Jake's natural combativeness flares, as he batters Christian's lean physique with wild punches in an attempt at sapping the power from the bigger wrestler's frame. Jenkins is a hothead, make no mistake about it. Slapping his muscular legs around Taylor's slender waist, he drives his elbow between his opponent's shoulder blades, hard and repeatedly. Then, as the two square off again, he slams his fist to Taylor's diaphragm. Christian moans and folds in two, clutching his chest, but Jenkins does not wait two seconds before pouncing on the guy and burying his head underwater. Jake climbs the edge of the pool and hurls himself into the air, drop-kicking Christian in the chest! Incoming missile!
But as always, our Christian exhibits remarkable resilience. As much punishment as the hot-tempered Jenkins throws at him, Taylor still comes back at him, unbowed and determined to show he is every bit the tough guy Jake is. After Jenkins delivers what looks like a certain finisher, Christian jumps on Jake and latches him into a rear naked choke and drags him kicking and snarling to the deep end of the pool. Unimpressed, Jake grunts out a taunt: "You squeeze like a bitch!" So Christian smacks his face down into the water to cool him off a little. However, just as it begins to look like the tide is turning to Christian's favor, Jake plants his feet on the side of the pool, thrusts out to clothesline Taylor, and then snags him into a figure-four headscissors and threatens a KO of his own!
Water Damage
This is Christian's second Wet'N'Wild match in a row, having previously water-battled Kid Karisma, another arrogant renegade. And for his comeback we could not have picked a livelier follow-up to Kid K than Jake J, in his 4th spectacular appearance at BG East in less than a year. In a daring maneuver, Jenkins clutches the pool edge, figure-fours Christian's neck, derisively slapping him across the top of the head, and finally wrings a painful submission out of Taylor after a long and arduous first fall. Ready for more, seemingly always ready for more, Jake convinces Christian to go indoors to wrestle Fall 2 on the mats, and the men barely step foot on dry ground before they are tangled up in each other, their spandex trunks still soaked and squeegeeing their butt cheeks!
Once again it is Jake, impatient and averse to rules of any kind, who disrupts what could have been a purely technical display of grappling skills by throwing the first punch. It connects. Fiercely. His solid body, square shoulders and thighs like identical twin pitbulls, is built for brawling, with no accessories for the niceties of fair fighting. Jake's instinct is to damage, to beat his man down, and to keep him beat down. "Playing nice" is not in the Jenkins phrasebook, and he refuses to "sell" an opponent's hold, unless the guy has the cojones to MAKE him to do it. He could happily spend the full twenty plus minutes relentlessly drubbing his opponents down to greasy globs of ground chuck. That's entertainment! He grabs Christian by a tuft of well-cut hair and guillotines the dude.
Bear in mind, though, that Taylor is no wet-behind-the-ears rookie. He takes a punch with the best of them - and he fights back - hard! When he closes the second fall by cranking a high-pitched submission from the usually impassive Jenkins, the moment is lush and unforgettable. His earlier armbar-scissors combo on Jake gives everybody a minute to take in the beautiful physiques of both these combatants - and lasts as long as it takes Jake to plot his escape, straddle Christian's ribs, and slam his fist into the pretty boy's chest.
Much as we like the tempestuous action in the pool, we have to give these wrestlers' mat work its due too. Here, in the final two falls, it's easier to see the lines of their bodies, taut against each other, and here, too, the camera is free to close in on every grimace, every bead of sweat. The mike picks up the stunning thump of muscle and bone on the mats, the grunts and moans of the fighters. Pool and rec room alike, this bout is perfection, delivering all the torturous, nerve-jangling excitement that BGE fans have come to expect!