Bulges, Bulges Everywhere

BGEast dropped Catalogue 123 yesterday, and yes, after a long absence there’s a Cage Thunder match in it–but I’ll get to that eventually. Today I want to talk about another DVD set of matches…which kind of ties into my recents posts about not only Kid Karisma but Jobe Zander and my matches against them. This DVD has the two of them facing off against each other in the ring.

Mary Mother of God, does Kid Karisma not look fantastic?

Jobe’s not looking too shabby himself.

jobe zander

Seriously.

And I know from experience that both of them get really sweaty when they wrestle. I love sweat. Seriously. I think it’s sexy as fuck.

0910_lg

Told you he’s athletic.

This is a great match; Jobe and the Kid are well-matched, skill-wise as well as their athletic ability. Jobe has worked the indy circuit; the Kid could. The holds, the reversals. the attitude, and the ability to sell in this match is exceptional.

And their bodies are sexy as fuck all. And they aren’t above a little sexy humiliation, either.

h0913_lg

Oh, is that your face in my crotch? Hope you like crotch sweat, little boy!

And they both love to dish it out, and–my personal favorite–taunt each other.

0920_lg

This is one of the hottest matches I’ve watched in a long time, and definitely in my top twenty of all time for BGEast, which is saying something.

0936_lg

Hot. As. Fuck.

To the Victor

Act Three of my match with Jobe was his final destruction.

0139_lg

You want to show off that bulge, dude, you gotta be ready for it to be a target.

0140_lg

I also believe in giving credit where it’s due: Jobe suffers beautifully.

And after all, turnabout is fair play.

0142_lg

Since we were both soaked with in sweat–our own and each other’s–it wasn’t easy keeping him in holds, or even getting him in them. Slick sweaty skin isn’t easy to get a grip on; and I was having to adjust constantly to keep him there balanced over my shoulder. He wasn’t getting down from there until he begged; his pleas like music to my ears.

0144_lg

Is there anything more humiliating than being spanked in the ring? Literally? And he had such a nice ass, too.

And as expected, I was triumphant in the end.

0146_lg

You gotta love winning.

Taking a Beating

If you want to be a pro wrestler, you have to be able to take a beating. You have to be able to take a certain amount of pain, and it helps if, as I am, you are flexible. The more flexible you are, the more pain you can take and the more punishing holds you can survive.

If you can’t handle any of that, you have business getting in the ring. Because even the biggest, the strongest, the most skilled and bloodthirsty heel will have to take some pain at some point. You’re cruising along, having your own way with your opponent, and then the next thing you know you make a mistake and WHAM! You’re going to be on the receiving end for a while.

And if it’s a skilled dude who knows what he’s doing, you might not get back in control of the match.

0120_lg

Jobe put me through the ringer.

0123_lg

And I have to respect how much he enjoyed it.

0131_lg

I mean, he really put me through it. He worked over my abs, my back, my neck, my head, and even my legs.

0133_lg

And like me, he sweats a lot. There were sweat puddles all over the ring.

0135_lg

But….you’ve always got to be on your guard, and never get overconfident–or things will flip back the other way.

0137_lg

(to be continued)

Ring of Fire

Jobe Zander is a force to be reckoned with. Just ask him, he’ll tell you. But the guy has crazy mad skills, a great body, and is pretty sexy. Ask him, he’ll tell you.

The day of our match, I walked in on him reading fan email on his laptop in the locker room. I was wearing that leather outfit the Boss got for me, remember this?

0103_lg

Jobe being Jobe, he made some Halloween crack about my outfit that I couldn’t let pass.

0404_lg

You see, that’s the thing about bulges. They make great targets. So I slammed his laptop shut on his, tossed him around a bit and threw him into the ring. I also knew this gear I was wearing wouldn’t work–too many things to grab onto, and never give your opponent something they can use against you–so I changed while he writhed in agony in the ring.

I’ve always been able to get into and out of my clothes pretty fucking fast.

0502_lg

I liked these new gold trunks I had, so I thought I’d break them in on Jobe.

I was beating on him pretty good there for a while.

0415_lg

But you can’t ever get over-confident, especially with a skilled and experienced pro like Jobe.

Cuz them tables can get turned pretty fucking fast.

0122_lg

 

The Centerpiece

ArroganceĀ has always been a mainstay for professional wrestling. Almost every promotion has had some wrestler whose incredible arrogance made the viewers hate him, regardless of talent, skill level, or body–and despite their skill, almost always lost. Heels are always arrogant but there was also that heel who somehow always managed to lose to a face (someone the audience loved; a good guy hero who usually feuded with the main star heels over titles and ethics and ‘cheating’; while they weren’t jobbers per se, they didn’t win matches very often but were there to build up the resume of the hero). When I watched Georgia Championship Wrestling in the 1980’s, there was one whose name I can’t remember, but he had a great body and long hair bleached blond. I want to say it was Chip something, but I know that was wrong. Let me consult the Google.

Ah, Chic Donovan. I was close

.04.jpg

Jobe Zander is sort of that same type, at least when he first came to BGEast. Handsome and sexy–and that bulge! But the arrogance…oy.

0102_lg.jpg

And dat ass.

0104_lg.jpg

He also made his already hot body over, but that’s a subject for another time.

22_lg.jpg

Jobe and I had some fun back-and-forth on the BGEast list-serve for a while…he proudly displayed his arrogance and so I couldn’t resist.

The end result? The Boss scheduled us to wrestle in the ring in the spring after my trip to Las Vegas.

The Boss originally had me in this gear:

0403_lg.jpg

While it was hot, it wasn’t exactly practical for fighting in the ring, especially with an arrogant ass with no respect for the rule like Jobe….

(to be continued)

Trunks, Part One: Bulges

In the world of wrestling, let’s face it–one of the appeals, at least to me, is tight fitting trunks that leave little to the imagination. When I was a kid, watching pro wrestling was my porn because it was one of the few times I could see male bodies with bare chests and bare legs. The bodies, of course, weren’t always the best; male body consciousness didn’t begin until much later and didn’t cross over into professional wrestling until even later than that.

One of my earliest crushes was Bruno Sammartino.

Bruno-Sammartino

He was one of the hottest wrestlers of the period. Thickly muscled, hairy, and there was always a tantalizing bit of a bulge in his trunks. He was the ultimate daddy, frankly, even though I didn’t know what a daddy was at the time.

39faca923akevinvonerich

And then, of course, there was Kevin Von Erich. Those legs! That lean muscled body! He was not built like any other wrestler, and he remained an obsession for me for years. And in those yellow trunks, again, there was a bulge.

Most wrestlers of the period didn’t have bulges in their trunks. I think this had something to do with what they wore under their trunks; modesty in the 1960’s and 1970’s world of professional wrestling was still a thing. Their trunks were also high-waisted (see above) so you couldn’t see what are now called “cum gutters” and they also didn’t highlight asses. The cheeks were completely covered, and again, the waistline was so high they sometimes made the ass look flat (or maybe the ass was flat; you never know). Pro wrestling was “family entertainment” and not supposed to be masturbatory fantasy material for gay men.

BGEast, however, which has always billed itself as being for gay men, has had some amazing bulges throughout its history.

Cruze, of course, was one of my earlier favorites. He was also pretty hung; and wasn’t afraid to strip down completely for the cameras.cruze

Jose was another one–a nasty heel, one of the nastiest to ever grace the mats and ring at BGEast, he was also hung like a horse and loved to show it off.

jose

Josh Goodman and myself were no slouches, either.

And then there’s Jobe “The Centerpiece” Zander.

jobe

The next time I went in front of the cameras, it was Mr. Centerpiece himself I saw across the ring from me.

(to be continued)