So, where were we? Oh yes, Troy Milan had taken the first fall from Corey Young, and they’d stripped down out of their original gear to thongs that showed off their assets more clearly than what they were wearing before, and I had become totally Team Corey.
Christ, those two shots alone make my dick stir. Not that Troy was a slouch in the body department, either, mind you–but Corey was just, I don’t know, a total fantasy man. I also think the fact that his fucking incredible body was so well hidden by what he wore originally; the tank top and square boxers, made him even sexier. There’s something so incredibly sexy about a guy who is so confident in his body, its innate sexiness, that he doesn’t feel the need to show it off at all times. I mean, he was definitely someone you’d notice before–but in just a thong? That big smile lighting up his face?
I not only want to wrestle him–IMAGINE those quads around your head, squeezing, that amazing ass flexing and contracting–I’d want him to spend the night. I want to touch every part of his body, flick my tongue over his nipples, kiss his mouth and neck and keep going lower.
Yeah, he definitely turns me on.
Troy’s win, and domination throughout the first fall, has made him incredibly cocky; to the point of arrogance. Trash talking, confident, as they begin the next fall in their thongs, it looks like Troy is going to make short work of Corey; a surprising squash.
But Corey is starting to get a bit pissed. More than a little pissed. And he’s not about to rollover for some cocky pretty boy.
This brutal bearhug finishes Troy off for the second fall; crushed by Corey’s strong arms, tossed around like a rag doll as Corey taunts him, Troy finally surrenders. Corey just tosses him down on the mat like the nothing he is compared to Corey, and taunts him some more while he lies there, clutching his aching lower back and moaning in agony.
God, how that turns me on.
Look at that facial expression. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
Corey is so contemptuous of Troy that he doesn’t even make him get up and start fighting again immediately. “Take your time,” he smirks as Troy staggers to his feet, still clutching his back, wondering what the hell went wrong, where he went wrong, contemplating what a mistake it was to rouse the sleeping giant.
He manages some offense, but it’s almost half-hearted. The fight has been stomped out of him already.
There’s a desperate quality to Troy’s offensive moves now, like he knows if he doesn’t get the upper hand and keep it, that Corey will finish him off. And soon Corey does just that; shrugs Troy off like an annoying insect and starts toying with him.
I’ve never envied a wrestler more than I envy Troy Milan as Corey tortures him with his legs.
And when he finished him off, Troy is done. There’s no coming back for him at this point. The best he can hope for is Corey is finished with him and isn’t interested in torturing his pretty ass anymore.
I rented this on the Arena; I wore my videotape of it out years ago. I spent many happy hours watching and rewatching this match. I am pleased to say it’s just as hot and fun to watch as it was all those years ago.
It’s such a shame this was the only match these two made. Both could have been huge stars. I’d have loved to see them wrestling Josh Goodman, Justin Pierce, Tommy Tara, Brad Rochelle…any number of guys from that period. I’d have loved to have seen them in full pro gear in the ring, too.