WARNING!
Distributor | Released | Length |
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BG East Wrestling | 2011 |
Jobe Zander has delusions, of grandeur and who knows what else! When he comes out to the pool at the BG East Florida compound, he is disturbed to discover that it is already occupied by the landscaper. He is NOT pleased. He wants mustachioed newcomer Dino The Greek (6' 160) out of the pool. NOW! When he decides to jump into the rippling blue water, Zander doesn't want it "contaminated" with Dino's presence. He wants it all to himself. But Dino won't budge, insisting that the pool is big enough for the two of them to share, pushing Jobe - whose buttons can be so easily pushed - to strip down to his AussieBum tighty-whities (uh-oh, looks like he REALLY means BUSINESS) and go in after him. Dino's not intimidated. As Jobe struts into the shallow end, Dino rushes right up to meet him - and body-slams him into the drink, with a couple more cold dunks for good measure, cinched with a nice firm grip on Zander's lifebuoys (if you catch our drift) that raises the bleach-blond pool boy's speaking voice a good octave or two.
Jobe learns quickly that "new" does not equal "pushover." Dino is happy to put the posturing bad boy in his place and make his mark as a wrestler as well as a tropical fruit tree expert! He bends Jobe in every direction, and all but ties his thick meat, which stretches the spandex crotch of his bikini to its limits, into a sailor's knot. When Jobe is not spitting out water and gasping for air, he's sputtering out worthless threats of payback and moaning in pain. He proves yet again that he talks like a heel but walks like a jobber. But, truth be told, whether dominating or doing his best to get the hell away from Dino, Jobe brings the energy and the flashes of comic flamboyance to this textbook match.
But do not underestimate Job, er, Jobe Zander. His big mouth, massive bulge and arrogant swagger are not just for show. The man has the heart of a barracuda, and no swimming pool reaches the depths that Jobe's low and unscrupulous tactics do. When he gains the upper hand, he is absolutely ruthless in exacting his revenge on the newcomer. "Exit's this way, asshole!" he grunts, as he hauls Dino's ass to the edge of the pool to grind his powerful thighs against The Greek's head. He chokes the air out of his opponent and then, for good measure, shoves the guy's head underwater until he's just short of turning blue in the face. In bulk and experience, Jobe has it all over The Greek, a lean and somewhat soft-spoken fighter, but do not neglect the great equalizing effect of near weightlessness on what might ordinarily be a grossly unequal contest.
Newcomer Dino surprisingly dominates the more muscular Jobe for most of this match, twisting him from side to side in a full nelson while Zander's long torso thrusts and writhes, vainly attempting escape. At one point Dino grabs a rubber flip-flop and gives Jobe's butt a good paddling, humiliating the vain and mouthy veteran to no end. He ekes out multiple submissions from the waterlogged blond, and just when it looks like he's had his fill of tormenting the would-be bully, Jobe mouths off yet again and Dino The Greek just yanks him back in by the back of his water-logged trunks, saying, "I'm not done with you yet!"
In the time Jobe has wrestled for BG East, he has pitted himself - with varying degrees of success - against some of the company's top stars. Cole Cassidy, Jonny Firestorm, Kid Vicious, Joshua Goodman, Cameron Matthews, Rio Garza, and most recently Donnie Drake have each had a crack at the loudmouth, who never fails to excite viewer interest and throw his own particular brand of over-the-top theatrics into every contest. If the handsome, well built, and most recently platinum blond Zander is on the card, BGE regulars can expect wild antics mixed with unflagging ruthlessness. His spotty track record aside, Jobe is one tough competitor. His reluctance to concede inevitably pushes him to the edge of physical endurance, and that kind of heart has to count for something.
No doubt a great part of Jobe's appeal for his fans is his ability to stuff a pouch. "The Centerpiece" kind of speaks for itself. And Dino, like other challengers before him, have found Jobe's bulge, as vulnerable as it is astonishing, to be an irresistible target. Jobe is not at all shy of putting it right out there, either. So often brandished as a weapon - at one point he nearly suffocates The Greek with it - it becomes the focal point of much of the payback the braggart so richly deserves and inevitably receives. In the pool it is, he says, his "flotation device." The Greek gives it such a hammering that we have to think Jobe is going to walk bowlegged for a month. But it, and the endlessly flabbergasting man behind it, sure know how to put on a great show. This one's the definition of Wet 'n' Wild!
Wrestling a pal in the pool can be the height of erotic friction and foreplay. Those days (and nights) stay with us forever. Maybe it has something to do with slow motion and the silky slip of wet skin on skin, perhaps, and the way water buffers the impact of body upon body, and lifts us up. Or maybe it has something to do with the seductive way a speedo feels and looks as it goes from dry to various stages of wetness. There's also the clean smell of treated water as it blends with the photosynthetic scents of grass, trees, shrubs, and vines. The invigorating taunts, the flaunting of muscle, the inebriating charms of athleticism and masculine camaraderie, these are the good times of a man's life. Floating and wrestling together, what could be better? The best of BG East's Wet 'n Wild series capture these moments for us to replay at our leisure.
This bout pitting likable charismatic roughneck Kid Karisma against the tall, slender, exquisite Christian Taylor counts as one of our best. When the attraction between two sexy wrestlers is ignited even a pool full of water can't douse it out! Christian is lying by the pool, his newly defined physique on display, trying to soak in the rays on a mostly overcast day, stretching out that last day of vacation at BG East Florida.
Cocky Karisma struts over, itching for trouble, deliberately blocking what little sun there is. His muscles are tight, fresh from a workout, and there are sparks in his eyes. Something's churning inside him this afternoon, and he's all provocation. He wants a fight, and Christian is the guy he wants to fight. With a crooked smirk, he calls Taylor a "jobber." Fighting words. Bemused by the tactic and aroused at the site of the hunky red head, Christian eagerly rises to the bait. The possibility of mixing it up with a hot hard body like Kid Karisma is too tempting to resist - and what a way to celebrate his last day in paradise! Karisma is all cocky and mouthy, strutting, preening and generally showing off, clearly intent on acting the heel - well, so be it. Taylor confronts the hunk and then shoves the leering muscle boy right into the pool and then dives in after. The water war is ON!
Here is pool fighting at its best. Relentless, intense, teasing, and mostly good-natured. The boys keep the water churning, frothy, and agitated. Like a shark frenzy, except this is less survival of the fittest than king of the hill. The nonstop and totally uninhibited roughhousing highlighted by huge lifts and throws causes the water to slosh out all sides of the pool. The heaving waves cluck at the return ports, beating a hectic rhythm that not only echoes the guys' rumble but also seems to egg it on.
"Your mascara's running," the ever clever Karisma taunts the too beautiful Taylor, spurring him to play a little rougher. Karisma wants Taylor to give it his best and hold nothing back. And the ploy works too, like a charm. Christian is game, spurred on by an obvious attraction to Kid K and a desire to show off his newly acquired muscles and wrestling skills. Combined, the two wrestle studs keep the water seething furiously.
And here is exactly what we like: unabashedly athletic and really rough competition in a sun-lapped pool on a balmy summer's day. Kid Karisma and Christian Taylor are a classic study in complementary contrasts. We like watching Christian's lithe swimmer's build pitted against Kid's tautly knotted and compact muscle. And there's real chemistry at work here too, Christian's fashion model good looks pushing up against Kid's sarcastic wit and pugnacity. As the contest heats up, it's clear that the two are drawn in to each other irresistibly. Opposites attract ... and collide - lucky for us!
As much as Karisma teases Taylor for his pretty eyes (and they are extraordinarily beautiful) and his long, lean build, it is hard to miss the fact that he feels a definite attraction. And the feeling is entirely mutual as well. This is water wrestling with a rapidly emerging purpose - and there's nothing like a tussle in the pool to break the ice.
The pairing of Kid Karisma and Christian Taylor is so hot, horny, and wonderfully hectic that we are surprised we did not think of it before it happened on it's own. Karisma has faced down his share of pretty boys, to be sure - doe-eyed heartthrob Rio Garza and fashionably inked Rocco, for two. But his most memorable matches have been against take-no-prisoner roughnecks like himself - Jonny Firestorm and Cage Thunder, two men noted for their ruthlessness in the ring. Surprisingly, beautiful and sensuous Christian has the longer track record here at BG East, having tussled with big intimidating boys like Alexi Adamov and Kieran Dunne and even hosted his own "special edition" video, Taylor's Twinks. But nobody could have predicted just how explosive a match pitting the tall dark beauty against the short red headed beast would truly be.
What starts in the pool ends on the wrestling mat. When the water war ends in a passionate embrace and sensual lip lock and the boys have taken things as far as they care to in the pool, they retire to dry land. Their bodies still glistening and dripping wet, Kid and Christian pick up where they left off on a padded mat conveniently located near the water's edge. At BG East you never know when a match will spontaneously erupt!
The passion and punishment follows them from the pool - and teasing continues, too. Christian is less effective out of the water where Karisma's power rules the mats. Christian locks on some free-style holds on but Kid simply refuses to submit. The man has got his pride, after all, he won't roll over and play dead without letting everybody know about it. "Wait, wait," he muses mockingly, "am I supposed to fall now?" Then he comically falls to the mat. He answers the pretty boy's assaults with some truly gut-wrenching stretches that would hurt just to watch if only the sight of Christian's writhing agony were not so incredibly sexy and so easy on the eyes. And the exciting climax is right up there with BG East's classics - sure to leave you wet and wild, too, with a smile on your face, besides.