WARNING!
Distributor | Released | Length |
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BG East Wrestling | ? |
Description source: promotional material
Contains nudity.
"Where is this chump?" asks newcomer Attila as he warms up on the mats in the back yard of the BG East compound. Although he himself is a rookie with BGE, Attila competed a bit in high school wrestling before trying his hand at mixed martial arts this past year. His tightly muscled physique is built for endurance, sporting absolutely minimal body fat. Attila brings an arsenal of lightning speed, impressive balance and flexibility, and a smoldering determination to tear into some of these BG East "chumps."
Denny rolls his eyes dismissively as he arrives on the scene, watching Attila pump out impressive handstand push-ups on the mat. "Did you come here to wrestle, or just do handstands," he asks, pulling off his t-shirt. Denny has been paying his dues since arriving at BGE a few years ago. With an extensive amateur wrestling background, Denny has worked hard to adapt his impressive mat skills to the high stakes demands of BGE. He's taken his knocks - and then some - against BGE veterans who typically outweigh him by at least 20 pounds, but he's always proven himself to be fearless, tenacious, and particularly dangerous when underestimated. Now as a 'veteran', when offered his first opportunity to break-in a new, cocky rookie, Denny eagerly signed up for duty.
The match starts with some trash talk and some dismissive but testing shoves, just to get the adrenalin pumping. Don't let the bravado and backyard setting fool you, though. These are two accomplished tacticians, and the action quickly hits the mats in a series of back-and-forth chess maneuvers... painful, grunting, full-contact chess maneuvers. The action turns suddenly more sadistic, though, when Attila slips on a bearhug and shocks his bigger, beefier opponent by lifting him high off the mat and slamming him hard down onto his back. Instantly, the wrestlers lose interest in riding time and pinfalls, and both young men focus exclusively on administering pain and humiliation.
When Denny counters, rolling Attila to his back and spreading his legs in a grapevine, the rookie starts to realize that there are no points here. There's no ref to keep the action clean. This is just balls out, start-to-finish competition until one man just can't take it any longer. Determined not to be that man, Attila ratchets up his ferocity, muscling out of his predicament and slapping on a dangerous arm bar that has Denny squirming desperately. Denny finally manages to twist free, escaping the submission predicament and quickly evening the slam-score by snapping Attila The Honey off his feet in a growling bearhug and then pounding him backfirst to the mat, knocking the wind out of the rookie.
Long, baggy shorts in which they began this brawl are clearly impractical, as Attila has a tough time keeping his on. "Let's get down and dirty," he snarls as he strips down to his tight lime green underwear, throwing his shorts in Denny's face. Denny yanks off his own shorts to finish this fight in nothing but his grey briefs. Both boys take quick stabs at single leg takedowns, before Denny catches the rookie off guard, hip tossing him hard to his back and claiming the lead in the battle of breathtaking body slams.
Pressing his advantage, Denny locks Attila up, exposing his abs vulnerably. "Yeah! How does that feel!?" Denny chuckles, stroking Attila's rippled abs with the palm of his hand. "Stretch that bad boy out," he taunts, slapping at the muscled wall of the rookie's torso. "Let's put those abs to some use!" Attila can only groan in pain and flail helplessly in Denny's clutches. When Denny shifts his weight to transition to yet another humiliating hold, the savvy rookie slips free and quickly snaps on a crushing body scissor, grinding his knees hard into Denny's torso. "Let's put those abs to some use!" Attila snarls through gritted teeth, slapping and squeezing at Denny's thick pecs for good measure.
The battle continues to teeter back and forth between the evenly matched competitors, as each young man progressively dials up the intensity. Both of their finely toned, athletic bodies are pressed to the limits of endurance and tolerance. One young hunk with something to prove deftly pins his opponent's shoulders to the mat for a contested three count, hopping up and flexing, proudly proclaiming victory. All bets are off as highly technical holds become merely a backdrop for more vicious applications of professional style pain. Pec claws, gut punching, a boston crab, and a handstand head scissors snapped into some face-to-crotch humiliation even the score: one pin to one submission.
The stage is set for the decisive final fall to determine whether Attila can prove he's no rookie pushover, or whether Denny can claim the role of BGE heavy. Both young hunks burn off every ounce of energy in their reserves as this match builds to a frenzied finale. Bearhugs, strikes to the face and kidneys, and back-and-forth full nelsons grow more and more merciless. Bone-rattling slam after bone-rattling slam knocks the wind out both men until one hunk finally proves his point by choking out his opponent out KO cold!
Gil has been making a name for himself in full-contact matches that almost invariably earn him an asterisk on the BG East website. This is one BG East star who is not in the least bit inhibited or reticent about stripping off his gear (or having it stripped of of him) and even revels in showing off his ample and impressive manhood. Gil tends to think that wrestling with any gear on is a waste of time. Every match for Gil is about proving and displaying that manhood and inspiring awe with his hard toned physique, and he enjoys nothing more than a decisive, final victory preening over his conquered opponent entirely naked.
Rookie boy Jerry did his research when he applied to wrestle for BG East. He saw what Gil is packing, and when he made his pitch to join the ranks of BG East wrestlers, Jerry specifically called out Gil. It's hard to argue with his logic. If Jerry comes out on top over the savvy mat veteran, he'll have established himself as a rookie to be reckoned with. If he loses, he'll at least have had an opportunity to enjoy the bare-naked Barrios treatment up close and personal. Win or lose, Jerry can't see how this match can be a miss. Because Jerry Connors likes his Latino studs big and tough and shaggy and hung!
Gil and Jerry don't make it to the outdoor mats before the competition erupts. What starts out looking like a playground scuffle quickly turns vicious, as both men squeeze and grab and yank until shoes, shirts, and shorts are stripped down to their underwear. The non-stop scrap finally makes it onto the mats in the back of the BG East compound, where this quickly grows into a full-on backyard brawl. Gil's advantages in experience as well as size and strength are immediately evident, as he's able to twist and squeeze the handsome rookie like a pretzel and easily power him all over the mats. When Gil manages to roll Jerry to his back and schoolboy pin him with his big bulge dangling just over Jerry's face, he taunts the rookie. "Come on, I want to train today! I don't want to play."
Gil lets Jerry up and starts to clear the mat of gear, but Jerry proves that he's got some spunk by launching an attack when Gil's back is turned. Jerry milks his dirty trick domination with a skull crushing side headlock, but a lapse in concentration hands the advantage back to Gil. That's all that Gil needs to lay down another rookie beating, including a stunning inverted-reverse bear hug that has Jerry red-faced and completely helpless. Gil toys with him, playing catch-and-release over and over in order to apply new and more humiliating holds, taunting him as just another pushover rookie "bitch." To his credit, Jerry soaks up the punishment like a sponge and keeps coming back for more.
A camel clutch submission has Gil disgusted with his apparently overmatched rookie. "Is that all you got? You made me come here for that!? This is like beating down my little brother, you little bitch." Gil flexes, once again turning his back on the rookie and (probably intentionally) giving Jerry another opportunity to try to get some traction. Jerry rises to the occasion to slap on a full nelson, flinging Gil around the mat. But Gil employs all those muscles he's so proud of to power out and start schooling the rookie once more.
Jerry seems to have nothing to counter Gil's superiority in strength, experience, and mat savvy. Gil arrogantly and humiliatingly strips him down to his loose, skimpy thong before commanding Jerry to strip him of his tight sexy speedo while he struts and flexes, trash talking the battered rookie. Finally, Gil tosses the rookie over his shoulder and heads down the hill to finish this rookie's initiation in the intimate privacy of the wrestle shack.
The new Wrestleshack venue seems to give Jerry a new lease on life. Several surprise fists to Gil's midsection knock the breath out of the stud, leaving him open to be on the receiving end of some head scissor torture of his own. What started as a rookie squash evolves into more of a battle, as Jerry seems to thrive in the close quarters of the shack. Jerry's got a taste for being on top now, as he makes Gil repeat his gasping submission. "Who's the bitch, now!" Jerry snarls, punctuating the humiliation with a forearm blow to the small of his opponent's back. Before Gil can start to recover, the rookie yanks Gil's thong off, finally catching sight of the prize he came to claim.
In a classic rookie move, Jerry flexes and struts just a little too long, giving Gil time to recover and launch a new attack. The final eight minutes of this match pit these two hot, naked bodies in a surprisingly competitive fight to the finish. Bearhugs and full nelsons are traded back and forth, as Jerry matches Gil move for move and tests the stamina of the would-be rookie-tamer. Backbreakers, full nelsons, and bearhugs (with a healthy dose of trash talking and hair pulling) put both beautiful bodies on stunning display. The sprint to the finish line finally earns one competitor one last, lingering submission. Both men are left with a grudging respect, and as the victor tugs at his manhood, staring down at his vanquished opponent, he's already planning an even hotter rematch to come, guaranteed to also earn itself an asterisk on the BGE webpage. Iconically beautiful nude grappling.