I’ve always been a leg man; I think one of the hottest holds in wrestling is the scissors, whether it’s head or body (I prefer being caught in a head scissors, if I am being completely honest).

So this boy’s legs made me stand up and take notice.

colton haynes

I mean…

I noticed him first on Globalfight. I got one of those your friend so-and-so posted new pictures, you should check them out and so I thought why not and pulled up his profile. He has posted new pictures; action shots with a guy I thought, since I couldn’t get a really good look at him, was Mitch Colby. But then I realized wait, Mitch doesn’t have tattoos on his left arm and looked even more closely; nope, wasn’t Mitch. Mitch, I know from experience, is about six two or three; the friend in the pictures is about six four, and this guy was much shorter than that. Hmmm, I thought, he’s kind of hot.

Flash forward a couple of months and BAM! There he was on the BGEast site: Calvin Haynes (how much do I love that his ring name is two underwear companies?). The resemblance to Mitch wasn’t as pronounced as I’d originally thought, but I started thinking of him as mini-Mitch.


And he has a hot ass to go with those legs.

Nice arms, too.


And he doesn’t shave off his torso hair. I also like that. I also like that he’s more interested in being thick than ripped. I also find that kind of sexy.


And you know, much as I love pro gear, I’ve always regretted not doing a ring match for BGEast in jocks or just flat out nude.


Yeah, I like this kid. I’d also like to experience how brutal his scissors might be; like I said, those are some nice quads.


He also looks damned good in full pro attire. He has the look, doesn’t he? My dick gets hard just looking at this picture. It makes me want to shove him back into that corner and choke him and elbow smash those hairy pecs and then toss him back into the center of the ring for some more fucking torture.

So, I thought I’d check out one of his matches; see if he’s as good as he looks.

Miss You Much

Well, it’s been awhile, hasn’t it?

Sorry about that, but I experienced a thirty-day ban on Facebook, during which time things got rather hectic in the day-to-day existence, and since I couldn’t share my blog on Facebook I didn’t see any real point in writing entries no one was going to see. Most of the traffic here is clicks from my Facebook page; hopefully I won’t get banned again–but I have also taken measures to ensure that if it does happen again, everything else will continue to operate as before.

In other words, fuck you Zuckerberg, and your puritanical employees.

The ban was triggered by someone reporting a picture of me in one of my matches, schoolboy pinning the loser; so basically my crotch was too close to his face for those community standards. Fuck right off. Good thing I didn’t post the picture of me forcing my cock down Boyd Hicks’ throat, right?

It’s also Carnival time here in New Orleans, and I am, in addition to my day job, working on multiple freelance projects. Since the first of the year I’ve gotten back into the gym on a regular basis, which is great; I can already see a difference in my body, and I can also feel a difference in my body as I slowly get back into the swing of things. Injuries, and the forced inactivity that comes with them, are a bitch; I am hoping to be back in wrestling shape again by the summer and hopefully hopping over the top rope into the ring again–probably only for private matches; I don’t see myself taping again.

Although there are some boys at BGEast now who have aroused my interest. More on that as time passes.

And I am going to pick up the thread of my previous, pre-banning posts too, but just wanted to get checked in here so you bitches can know where I’ve been.

Speaking of hot BGEast boys–here are two of them that have aroused my, ahem, interest:


Yes, Richie Douglas and Colton Haynes. Pretty, aren’t they?

And now back to work. Talk to you soon, bitches.


I think it was in the late fall of 2006 that Mitch Colby made his BGEast debut. This was back in that time after Hurricane Katrina, when I’d jumped into underground pro-wrestling with both feet and was traveling a lot; having matches everywhere I went and had already done my first work with BGEast. I’d also started writing up matches for the on-line catalogues; rough drafts that were polished and revised for the better by the Boss before they went live. As someone who’d already by that time become a huge fan of Sexy Alexi, you can imagine my thrill to get the preview of Wrestler Spotlight: Alexi Adamov in the mail to write copy for; and when I got to the third match…I was stunned to see his opponent, Mitch Colby.



Wow, right? That tiny little day-glo orange bikini with the yellow trim would come to be known as his trademark gear.

Alexi wasn’t exactly looking like a slouch, himself.

Alexi has always looked great. He was already putting on some of the size I’d see looking at me from across the ring a few months after this was filmed. And I’d seen Colby’s transformation already; he was on a couple of wrestling websites already. He’d been huskier, but had trimmed down and gotten ripped.

And they were meeting in the gazebo on a hot, humid afternoon.

Which meant sweat.

And a lot of it.


Big Boy Beatdown

I ain’t gonna lie–I love guys that are bigger than me. I don’t know what that’s about (and to be fair–I also find guys my size or smaller hot, too), but I’ve always been drawn to big guys. I guess I’ve always had a fantasy about someone taking control of me, dominating me, and fucking me senseless.


Drew Russell is one sexy dude, and he was a lot bigger than me. 6’4 and about 220 pounds to my 5’11 185 pounds. But having already wrestled him in the tag match, I knew our one-on-one rematch would be a beat down. Big time. I also got to wear this outfit:


I was in pretty good shape at the time, too.

Poor Drew didn’t stand a chance.

The thing about wrestling someone with that much size on you is…well, you have to be aggressive. You have to take the fight to them, and never give them a chance to let them use their size against you. Because if you let them, you’re done…and once they’ve got you down, you might not ever come back.

So, I may have took him by surprise a little bit. But hey, if you’re not prepared for everything, that’s on you.


Seriously, expect anything and everything.

And once I had the upper hand on him…with a couple of exceptions, I never let it go.

I also took those stupid blue squares off him–he looked better in the pink bikini anyway–and choked him with him.

It was hot. Someone had done that to me in a private match–taken my trunks off, rubbed them all over my face, and then choked me with them, and it was so amazingly hot, and dominating. Having your own ball sweat rubbed on your face is a lot more humiliating than having you foe rub his crotch on your face. Choking him with his own trunks turned me on, to be honest…his body was already turning me on…and while the match wasn’t supposed to have any erotic elements in it..I couldn’t help exploring his body a bit with my hands when I got the chance. I sucked a bit on his nipples a couple of times.

He didn’t mind.

His pecs were a great target.

He did get me into a head scissors at one point, clamping those thick thighs around my head and making me smell the man-musk of his sweaty crotch. It was fine…I like being head scissored; it’s a big turn on for me.


Turn about, though, is fair play.

He also got me into a brutal bear hug later–but I like being bear hugged. Again, know your opponent if you want to beat him, and don’t apply holds he enjoys being in.


Drew was a hot guy. He got put through the ringer–besides me and the tag match, he also  got in the ring with Cole Cassidy. Maybe that’s why he didn’t do more matches for BGEast.

Ah, well.

The above match is on Jobberpalooza 10, if you want to see how it all played out.

Head Scissors

I’ve always been a leg guy.

Of course, I’ve also always been as ass-guy, too; the two are directly related. Is there anything hotter, though, than having a guy with great, muscular legs put them around your head and squeeze, tightening the quads and hamstrings, the glutes hardening?

I don’t think so.


That’s from my match with Josh Goodman, obviously. Look at his legs. I mean…wow.

Really, in looking back at some of the pictures from my matches, it’s no wonder that despite being in really good physical condition when I went before the cameras…that I was kind of insecure.

But I digress–back to the head scissors, and legs.

I was always lucky with my legs. My legs were always big and muscular; I assumed it was a genetic thing, but no one else in my family has big, thick legs like mine. It wasn’t until a few years ago, when I had some issues with my ankles and feet, that my doctor actually explained it to me–all of my joints (hips, knees, ankles) are double-jointed to an extent, and I also have falling arches/flat feet. My feet also pronate because of this; they roll to the inside, which is why I need to replace my shoes so frequently (my shoes end up wearing that way, so I end up walking on the sides of the shoes). Because of this, my leg muscles are constantly trying to keep my balance, to keep me from falling (this is also, apparently, why I am so clumsy)…as such, my legs muscles are always working. My extreme flexibility also comes from the double-jointed issues; and that extreme flexibility also ensured that, since my muscles were always well stretched, there was a good flow of oxygen and blood through them and as such, any and all exercise was much more effective in building muscles.

The more you know.


I’m really not a fan of leg day.

But the head scissors? BIG FAN. Kevin Von Erich was a master of it; I used to watch his matches with my mouth open as he tortured his opponents with his massive, well-defined legs. It was also a relatively easy hold to apply; you can learn it by watching, and obviously, all you have to do once you have your legs around your opponent’s head is lock your ankles, flex your leg muscles, and squeeze.

Before I was a BGEast wrestler, most of my opponents were drawn to me for my legs and my scissors–which, ironically, I never really used much in front of the cameras. The Goodman match was one of the exceptions–and of course, he used his gorgeous legs on my head. A lot.


It was a really hot match.