WARNING!
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BG East Wrestling | ? |
Here's the deal. Patrick Donovan told somebody that he could take a big guy like Dev Michaels in a straight-edge knock-out match. That's a contest in which pins and submissions don't count, and the winner is whichever guy is not the guy knocked out on the mat for a ten count! The somebody that Patrick confided in (nobody you know) then told Dev, who replied with something to the effect that Patrick could not last five minutes on the mat with him. Then he laughed, really hard, at the idea of a slim, smooth "pussy" like Patrick thinking he could outmaneuver, much less overpower Dev's hairy brawn.
Naturally, given the small, intimate and even incestuous nature of the underground wrestling world, the word got back to Patrick fast, including the "pussy" label, which did not settle well with him at all. Long story short, Patrick showed up at a dance club where Dev was shaking his ample booty. Words were exchanged, face to face this time, and then those words were carried to The Boss's ear (this time by somebody you probably do know but don't particularly like), and in no time the two feuding stud wrestlers geared up and stepped onto BG East's Florida mats for this once-in-a-lifetime contest.
If you have perused the BG East site for any length of time, you know Patrick. A cool customer, not usually a big talker, but lethal on the mat and in the ring. He doesn't always win the fights he steps into, but nobody has ever stepped out of a scrap with Patrick without a few dents and a crick in the lower back that hangs on for a solid month, minimum. The fact of the matter is that Patrick is stronger than he looks. Tall and slim, with sinewy thighs and pecs, and a hard, solid core, that's the Patrick you can see.
The Patrick you can't see might, if made visible, resemble the Incredible Hulk. What we're saying is that the man is bigger, much bigger, than his physical size. On those rare occasions when he does lose his cool, you can see his forehead flush and the veins rise in his neck, and his eyes get this glassy look as if they have suddenly changed into twin pools of carbolic acid. You see those eyes and you're about to see stars and twittering birds orbiting the top of your head. You've met nobody more passionate about fighting than Patrick, all kinds, from collegiate wrestling to pro to backyard brannigans. The one mistake Dev does not want to make is underestimating this man's fight.
Big Dev Michaels has been at BG East for a fraction of the time that happy warrior Patrick Donovan has. Dev's a big and burly hunk of a man, so big and burly, in fact, that's he's pretty intimidating even when he's in a jolly mood. But when he's upset, it's like a blast of heat from an open furnace, burning the hair from your arms. The Boss especially likes to pit Dev against slim, presumptuous grapplers like Skrapper and Lucky Loko and watch the giant break them in half and then pick his teeth with their finger bones.
But Dev is a skilled fighter, not just a muscle-bound prop for other wrestlers to bounce off. Unexpectedly quick and agile, he brings to every match his experience in underground wrestling and mixed martial arts. And his training is in constant balance with his temper. Dev's at his very best when he is provoked. Fury only enhances the man's combat skills, just check out the damage he wreaked on Tyrell Tomsen (no small fry) in Wrestle Revenge earlier this year. As he sees it, when Dev is in the house, he's the man running the show, and few men have questioned his authority and walked away to brag about it.
They shake hands, briefly review the conditions of the fight, and square off. Patrick makes a strong start, clipping Dev's throat with his forearm to gain a chokehold. Dev struggles but gradually weakens, going slack as his extremities go numb and his head fills with tingly white noise. He's out, but Patrick only gets a count of three before big Dev is back on his feet, shaking the cobwebs out. It's going to be a long hard fight. These are two of BG East's most stoic wrestlers, masters of technique yet aggressive by nature. Despite obvious differences in size and physique, the pair is remarkably well matched. They're hardy men who invite and can take a lot of bumps, less verbally expressive than some of our wrestlers, but passionate, intense, strong, ambitious - and VERY sexy!
Tony Vencini has the unique distinction of having appeared in all five (so far) of the Sunshine Shooters series. There are reasons for this. He's damn good looking for one thing, though not in a male model or pretty boy sort of way. Rather, he possesses the rugged good looks of a fighting man, open faced, heavy browed, square jawed, with a five o'clock shadow that seems to know it's always five o'clock somewhere in the world. Tony also knows his way around a wrestling mat, with a strong background in amateur action (and a tattoo to commemorate it) as well as a taste for submission grappling. To be sure he doesn't have an impeccable win record at BG East, but then few wrestlers do.
Facing him today is Rod Henson, whose previous appearance in the Sunshine Shooters series was in the first release, against another rookie. But he was "rookie" in name only because even back then Rod was obviously far from inexperienced. He brought to his debut an extensive knowledge of submission holds and a keen instinct for quick strategy making. Like Tony, he's built thick for grappling, with broad shoulders and powerful legs of a former dancer, with which he crushes opponents with vise-like scissor holds. Far more talkative than his taciturn opponent, Rod keeps the repartee light. Rather than insult his man, Rod prefers to humiliate him by announcing, almost unerringly, how he will escape the man's hold or why he's absolutely certain his next move is going to succeed.
Both wrestlers are strong, handsome MEN. Both are skilled, no-nonsense, mat-savvy wrestlers who have no need for razzmatazz to spike up their holds. They're not here to just pose and pout prettily and show off their perfect abs and perfect coiffs. No. They're here to fight and win and impose their will on the other guy using technical holds like the crucifix, the guillotine, various spladles, inescapable pins, shoulder-wrenching neck-cranks and unexpected submission holds. Their builds are distinctly un-boy-like, but rather burly hard and bristling with grown-man hair. They're here to grunt and groan and sweat buckets as they pound their bones together in their sexy packed tight boxer briefs.
The ancient general and military tactician Sun Tzu once said that no man sees the strategy out of which a victory evolves. Rod Henson's usual strategy is to assault an opponent unexpectedly, either lulling his foe into a false sense of security with a line of playful banter, then out of nowhere zooming in for the strike, or else recovering from a hold much more quickly than his antagonist can anticipate. A "regular Joe" to look at him, Rod is a master of wrestling technique, and fans of the scientific style of grappling should study him closely. It's said that he smells out a wrestler's weak points and then targets them. One of his best moves (or worst, if you happen to be Tony Vencini) is to splay his opponent's thighs, fatiguing him as sharp lightning strikes of pain shoot from the groin to the back of the neck, or simply gaining, if he can, a humiliating pinfall from that position.
Tony suffers through a series of the tight, sweaty headlocks and binding grapevine-like holds which Rod is expert in applying. The thing about Tony is his durability and resilience. He absorbs everything Rod has to bring and then springs back. He fights defensively, hoping that Henson will wear himself out. It's an iffy gambit, especially against an apparently tireless fighter like Rod. Tony has a weight advantage, which he uses to good effect, bearing down so heavily that he seems to add twenty, thirty, forty pounds to his weight in pressure. (At one point Rod, amazed, asks how much Tony exactly weighs.)
There's plenty of give and take, but for the first two-thirds of the match Rod maintains a noticeable lead over Tony. By the end, both men, victor and vanquished alike, collapse side by side, a sure sign that the wrestlers have given the fight everything they have.
Sometimes wrestling Kid Karisma is like wrestling the cutting end of a WeedWacker. He burrows in and lashes out in every direction at once. He doesn't care what part of an opponent he hurts. If he can reach it, he's going to bruise it or crush it, one or the other. And once Kid K's motor gets rolling, his legs and arms (and tongue!) thrust and snag faster than the human eye can follow, and the man has no pause button. Some wrestlers have said wrestling Kid K is like falling into a hornet's nest. At his best, at his most ticked off at something somebody has been stupid or ballsy enough to say to his face, or worse yet, do to his body, Kid Karisma can make hornets seem like Mother Teresa.
The word that did it in this instance, we think, is wanker. Mike Martin, an underground wrestling star on both sides of the Atlantic and best known to fans for his work in BG East's Britbouts series, called Karisma a wanker. It's the British equivalent of the American term jerk-off. Both terms share an origin as colorful descriptions of self-pleasuring, but wanker carries a more visceral punch, sort of like cocksucker in American English. Further, it suggests a high level of arrogance and an enormous ego, at which point it admittedly fits Kid K to a T. We're not sure that Karisma is fully aware of the word's origin and nuances, but it's pretty damn obvious at the outset of this match that it pisses him off.
Kid Karisma may be the most volatile wrestler on the BG East roster, perhaps the most volatile wrestler anywhere. His personality is definitely unique and and his action and commentary totally unpredictable. Beyond this, he may also be the hottest, wittiest, wiliest, and lightyears beyond his closest competition for the title of cockiest.
Misbehavior is the man's métier. He says some awfully rude things sometimes, he can be totally dismissive of his opponents, but nobody puts on the show that Kid Karisma does. He does what he does like nobody else does anything. He is a force of nature. And he brings out the best in the men who have the steel-belted balls to hop on a wrestling mat with him. In Sunshine Shooters 5, where both hunks wear their sexy briefs, he brings out the tiger in the usually unruffled Mike, but perhaps, in the end, it is only to declaw him ...
UK wrestler Mike Martin is a capable mat grappler. Better than capable, in fact, he is one of the BGE greats. Slightly smaller and lighter than Kid Karisma, he is, like Karisma, no less renowned for his skills in both erotic wrestling and straightedge submission. His contests with Gabriel Ross and Ty Garrison in X-Fights UK 4 and 7, respectively, are already legendary. On "this side of the pond," he has toughed it out with BGE stars Cole Cassidy and Joshua Goodman, among others. Cruel and laconic on the mat, Mike is highly regarded as one of the most exciting toughs in UK underground wrestling, and his strenuous, suspenseful and erotic bouts versus other toughs are riveting.
The match with Karisma starts forcefully. The two men circle each other, muscles tensing in anticipation. Mike grabs Kid K's head and grinds it in a side lock before dragging Karisma down to the mat to blast the man's abs. Mike is seconds away from finishing the American, but for reasons known only to him, he pulls back. Give Kid K an inch and he'll take a foot. He'll take both feet ... in a Boston crab that damn near has Mike's toes tickling the backs of his ears. It's pure give and take, suspenseful and savage, from this point on. At a key point in the bout, Mike stretches Karisma's thighs and groin out wide, as far as they can stretch and maybe a bit further than nature intended, and then smashes him in the balls, brutally and disdainfully gaining an agonized submission. But when Kid K springs back to his feet and comes at him, eyes ablaze, Mike's face goes suddenly all uh-oh, as he senses the hell Karisma will make him pay for that low blow.
What makes this match not just great but (and let's not mince words here) stupendous is we have two determined and unbeatable tops absolutely driven to make the other man a bottom. Kid Karisma and Mike Martin have loomed large in their previous matches all because of their individual greatness. But here, brought together for the first time, they rise to new levels. Folks, this is one for the history books! Awesomeness squared.
These two new BG East wrestlers and former middle school classmates reunited on a well-known social network late last spring. Years ago Jud Brewer's family moved up north, killing any chances these two had of finishing a feud that had lasted almost three years. Big athletic Jud used to torment pint-sized Roy Salerno in gym class and after school on the long walks home, calling him a "little girl," threatening to knock him out with a choke hold, and snapping a towel at his back in the shower room. Even as a kid, Roy was feisty, taking shit from nobody, which inevitably led to fights in hallways, detentions after school, and poor Roy always getting his ass kicked by the bully ... but not without landing some stiff shots on the big kid in the process.
Years passed, the boys grew into men, pursued careers, and nearly forgot each other existed. Jud got a promotion that took him back to South Florida. Then late in April he got a "friend request" from Roy, and the past came rushing back. Roy posted a challenge on Jud's "timeline": "Nice pic. Glad yr not out of shape these days cuz U and I got bizness to settle." Intrigued, Jud responded: "If I had a room and a mat I'd be happy to wipe my feet on yr ugly punk face, little girl." Hardly a minute passed before up popped a new message: "@Jud oh I can find us a place. Yr worst nightmare, Roy."
Roy had no difficulty in coaxing BG East to host the reunion, on condition we could film it for our Sunshine Shooters series. Both parties agreed. The two said hardly ten words to each other before the match. Jud worked out in the mat room, while Roy lifted some weights down the hall. When Roy strolled into the mat room without saying a word, the two old enemies wasted no time before slamming into each other.
Jud sneaks up on Roy Salerno from behind and shoves him to the mat. The fight is on! Both these men are in excellent shape. Jud hasn't lost any of his middle school arrogance. If anything, his career success, fat stock portfolio, and a fling with local politics have made the man even cockier. The surprise attack and a size advantage (quite a bit less than it was in eighth grade, though) make it easy for him to dominate Roy. Jud ties Roy up in a knot, and Roy submits. But the two men no sooner spring back to their feet than Roy comes back at Jud for more.
Roy likes chokes. Jud likes bearhugs. Both wrestlers like to punish the upper inside thighs. After all these years, Roy is more determined than ever to give the schoolyard bully the comeuppance he has too long escaped. Both wrestlers are aggressive and trained fighters, and the action is intense in one of the more unusual shoot matches BG East has hosted. Both are in this for the sheer joy of fighting and would happily take to the mat against any challenger, but to face their old nemeses after all these years is extra sweet. They're more fit now than they were fifteen or so years ago, and better trained in submission moves. The fight escalates, the advantage switching as soon as a certain outcome seems unavoidable, and it isn't over until one guy is knocked clean out and the jubilant victor wipes his feet on the loser's face.