WARNING!
Distributor | Released | Length |
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BG East Wrestling | 2011 |
The Z-Man's reputation precedes him. He's an unabashed exhibitionist who loves showing off his killer body. He also has an extensive wrestling resume. But the Z-Man feels that his work with other companies while garnering legions of fans hasn't really tested him as a wrestler. So when he called The Boss about wrestling for BG East, he was adamant. "I'm no rookie!" he insisted. "Gimme the best you've got." The Boss appreciated his pluck, but he had to question if the Z-man really understood what he was getting himself into. "I know exactly what I'm asking for," Z-Man assured him. "I wanna play with the big boys!"
When word went out that Z-Man was joining the BGE roster, a score of challengers came forward but The Boss tapped Patrick for the honors of rolling out the welcome mat for the Z-Man's debut. Unlike the Z-Man, Patrick has payed his dues versus some of the biggest and baddest that BGE offered over the past 15 years. Early in his career, Patrick had his ass handed to him more often than not, earning him infamy for his remarkable ability to soak up punishment. But with his growing experience, Patrick has developed an impressive wrestling savvy and offensive arsenal, as well as a taste for dishing out some of that brutal punishment he was famous for receiving. He was thrilled to be handed the opportunity to initiate the well-known hard-bodied beauty.
The Boss himself selected the gear for this bout, sexy briefs which barely cover their main assets! Posing side by side, they are mesmerized by their own reflections. Patrick has a definite height and reach advantage, but the Z-Man rightfully claims extraordinary muscle development. When they get down to the business at hand, the action is instantly fast and furious, quickly trading control and punishments. Snapping the newbie's head between his long, powerful legs, Patrick delights in wringing a first fall submission out of the young hunk. "I like the way this is starting!" he crows.
It's a rather inauspicious start for the wrestling stud star who came to BGE to prove a point. He's not about to be kicked around like some rookie punk! He slaps a boston crab, working the veteran's back hard, before transitioning to a rear choke that leaves Patrick gasping out a submission. The Z-Man bounces to his feet and gives his reflection a big smile, dusting off his washboard abs with a dismissive smirk. Point made! These hot hunks look to be very evenly matched in strength, determination, cocky attitude AND submission skills, as they begin to tally what turns into a total of 13(!) hard fought submissions.
Patrick and the Z-Man start to get under each other's skin as the match continues. They taunt one another relentlessly. Patrick has two strategies clearly in mind: put the Z-man's stunning physique on display and mercilessly beat those rippled abs and bulging pecs. After a spread eagle submission, repeatedly pounding his fist into the Z-Man's exposed torso, Patrick taunts the stud. "A body like this was made to suffer!"
The action continues to get hotter and harder as both wrestlers test each other's physical endurance. The Z-Man proves the point that he's no rookie pushover, throwing down some astonishing wrestling technique which will make his many fans marvel and make fans out of those who regarded him principally as a pretty boy. The submissions turn increasingly aggressive, leaving both men nursing muscles and joints torqued dangerously too far. Patrick takes every opportunity to pound his fists into the Z-Man's pecs and abs, turning the hard hunk's muscles bright red from the repeated blows. Fed up with the concentrated assault, the Z-Man counters with an punishing abdominal stretch, managing to tie up his taller opponent and then beat Patrick's core until the veteran screams in submission.
Both wrestlers offer crumbs of grudging respect, but with so much on the line for both this match was destined to turn nasty. Gradually but inexorably, they begin to bend the rules of gentlemanly combat. Punishing holds are sustained well beyond the point of securing a submission. Schoolboy pins turn from domination to humiliation, as the Z-Man finds Patrick's crotch resting on his chin. "Cozy there?" Patrick taunts before reaching behind him to pound his fists, again and again, into the muscle boy's very inviting torso.
A low-blow sets the stage for the climax of this match. Both wrestlers are seeing red, as they exchange brutal bear hugs. "I'm going to break your ribs," the Z-Man snarls darkly. Patrick's bearhug rides and crushes Z-Man from behind. They battle ferociously for a final, decisive victory, until one man is flat on his back, unconscious, his face slapped repeatedly in a lingering, lascivious 10-count schoolboy pin. The victor flexes, congratulating himself, but there's no ignominy for the loser: he's given the best performance of his career and acquitted himself nobly in one of the most spectacular, dramatic and punishing BG East matches ever recorded - certainly an early odds-on favorite for match of the year!
How have these guys NOT faced one another yet? They've been just around the corner from each other ever since Tony arrived at BG East, facing several of the same opponents and appearing on the same collections more than once. Both of them are particularly devastating on the mats. They can both take a beating and come roaring back for more. They're both strong as an ox, cool as ice, and in the case of Cole, cunning as a cobra. How they've managed to not square off against each other before now is a mystery.
Finally, the stars align, and these two forces-to-be-reckoned-with find themselves training in the same gym. Tony is warming up on the speed bag and working wrestling drills on the mats in tight, white trunks. Cole is pumping iron and flexing, admiring his own incredibly chiseled physique in the mirror. The inevitable face-off materializes. That look (you know that look) is exchanged wordlessly between them when they catch each other checking the other out in the mirror. The inevitable face-off ensues. They shake hands and square off. The action is instantly hot and sweaty, as both men launch technically impeccable wrestling assaults. Cole sets the tone early, though, slapping Tony's ass as he controls him wrapped up in small package. Someone will get taken to school before this match is over!
This is a chess match, with every move having implications two and three countermoves to come. Both wrestlers grapple smart and fierce, quickly proving that they're evenly matched in strength. Cole has an early advantage in speed, though, and he manages to trap Tony in a high, tight head scissors that transitions to a humiliating schoolboy pin, with Cole's crotch hovering over Tony's chin. "You don't got a whole lot of experience, do you?" Cole taunts as he starts to slap down a leisurely three-count pin.
Cole only manages to make it to two, though, before Tony muscles his way free and launches his own paralyzing counter-attack. In fact as we know, Tony does have quite a bit of experience, and he raises his game to match the speed and skill of his competitive opponent. They battle their way back to neutral once again, breathing heavily and eyeing one another warily. "Not bad," Cole concedes grudgingly, both men breaking out into a slick coat of sweat and taking nothing for granted as the action continues.
Every move is a constant test of strength and a fight for leverage. Tony rolls Cole onto his neck, grapevining his legs and taunting the veteran. "You going somewhere?" he asks, as Cole's hamstrings quiver. Tony is determined to capitalize on his weight advantage, making the smaller man work that much harder from the bottom. But Cole's muscle strength is, pound for pound, possibly the strongest that BG East has ever seen. He neutralizes Tony's weight advantage through sheer, brute force and relentlessness. With more than a twinge of astonishment in his voice, Tony screams out in pain in a body scissors and full nelson. "Guess they didn't tell you who I was," Cole says with a slap to Tony's face. "But you're learning." Tony concedes nothing as he circles for the beginning to the second fall. "You got lucky," he snarls. "I just might get lucky again." Cole says with a smirk.
Every change of momentum in this match is told in a story of inches. Every hard won advantage is instantly contested, with reversal after reversal building suspense. Cole's a ring vet out to prove he's equally lethal on the mats. Tony's metier is the mat. That's where he's always been most at home - and just when things seem to be going Tony's way, Cole knocks the wind out of him with two low blows (it takes two!).
The submissions get nastier as the screams of pain echo off the walls of the gym louder and louder. Both accomplished grapplers give as well as they get. Tony makes Cole repeat a screaming submission three times before releasing him. Cole, in turn, wrangles the big Italian into a back-breaking, screaming, mat-slapping submission before posing on top of the sweaty, beaten hunk, and then leaning back on him like a barca lounger.
This is spectacular mat action: creative, aggressive, muscular, sexy and sweaty. It makes so-called 'nhb' battles look lame, boring, amateurish and repetitious in comparison. As the victor climbs on top and flexes over the loser, he wipes the sweat from his brow and flicks it onto his vanquished opponent. School is out. Lessons learned.
It's hard to physically intimidate Mitch, a 6'2" wrestle star in prime condition. But as Mitch watches his opponent, flexing in the mirror, there's just no mistaking the look on his face: Mitch is intimidated. And who wouldn't be?! Brook is shorter, yet outweighs Mitch by many beefy mounds of muscle. Where Mitch has crafted his body for fitness competition and aesthetics, Brook is built like a Mack truck. Where Mitch is smooth and tanned, Brook is a hairy, muscle-armored, tattooed force of nature. With a square jaw and a prominent chin chiseled out of granite, Brook has the face of a classic superhero. With his white singlet straps pulled down, examining his flexed muscles in the mirror, he strikes a stunning figure that would make most men bolt. Mitch may be rightfully intimidated, but to his credit, he's determined to meet the juggernaut without flinching. He's not about to back down now!
Brook grins as he catches Mitch sneaking a look at him in the mirror. He looks at himself, then looks at Mitch, then back to his own massive muscles, as if to say, "Really? You're here to take ME on?" Stretching his singlet straps back up over his massive shoulders, he sighs and faces his opponent. "Time to learn how to wrestle," Brook taunts. And Brook outmuscles Mitch at almost every turn, systematically controlling him limb-by-limb, turning Mitch to his back and working his way up Mitch's long, tan body for a schoolboy pin. When Brook hops off, having proven that he can stick the fitness model's shoulder blades to the mat, Mitch instantly counter-attacks. He throws the big man to the mat and captures Brook's square head between his quads and SQUEEEEZES!
But any momentary advantage Mitch manages to capture quickly evaporates when Brook grunts and flexes. Showing that he can dish out the scissor punishment, too, Brook makes Mitch groan in agony, squeezed between his tree trunk thighs. Brook clearly delights in making this "pretty boy" groan, squeezing every ounce of suffering he can from the often dominant Mitch and then spreading his legs wide, his ass splayed painfully and humiliatingly. Mitch concedes quickly, and Brook gives the smooth hunk a gratuitous pec squeeze as he climbs off of him. Mitch is a bona-fide BG star but Brook's got the goods!
"More?" Brook asks incredulously. Mitch is game, both men now slick with their own sweat. Brook grapevines Mitch, spread eagled and writhing in pain yet again. Mitch gives, "Okay, enough!" but Brook refuses to let go. "Come on little man, show me what you got!" he taunts. Mitch finally has had enough of getting bullied. He uses Brook's own singlet straps to choke the big man, determined to do whatever it takes to even the playing field. The grappling takes a sadistic turn, as neither hunk cares any more about counting submissions or pinfalls. There's no pause in the action. There's no gloating or self-congratulations. One submission is just a stepping-stone to the next humiliating form of punishment. Mitch secures a vice-like armbar on big brute Brook and works every ounce of strength he can to force an agonizing submission. The big man only submits when Mitch promises, with complete conviction, "I'll break it!!!" Now it's personal.
What started as an amateur squash turns decidedly more closely contested and more vicious. Can Mitch soak up the amount of punishment it will take to finally tire out the juggernaut? Brook counters with a quick, crushing head scissor submission that leaves Mitch unable to breath or speak, but once again, Mitch barely pauses before launching a counter attack. He maneuvers the big man to his back for an astonishingly sexy schoolboy pin. Brook can't seem to believe his own predicament, with Mitch's crotch in his face. The big man taps his submission out on Mitch's sweaty ass. Now it's VERY personal!
Sweat soaked singlets are stripped to sweatier jocks. Mat skills and endurance give way to brute force and brutality. Both battlers prolong pins and submissions, taking time to taunt and flex. The final submission is a stunner not to be missed. A series of scissor holds finally wear one exhausted hunk down until he's defenseless, but stubbornly, astonishingly refusies to concede. The victor milks out a smothering, face-to-crotch, figure-4 head scissor submission with the suffering hunk's arms literally tied behind his back. For fans of massive muscles, mat skills, domination, and long, long suffering hunks refusing to concede to the bitter end, Brook and Mitch dedicate this match to you! Glorious!