What BGEast Type Are You?
Love it or hate it, BGEast is, along with Can-Am Wrestling, still the bright star of erotic wrestling entertainment. Overpriced, past its heyday, and neither the best nor the worst for wrestling moves, BGEast has a roster for practically everyone's taste, in almost every size, weight class, attitude, gear (or none), ethnicity, and hair style.
No disrespect to anyone left off the list (there are plenty more of you guys I like a whole lot), but here are the ten BGEast contenders I especially jones for ... minus some real juicy hunks for whom I couldn't find pics of adequate size and clarity (You know who loves ya, Steve!) ...
Don't like my list? I'll fight you over it. You're on my list? We're definitely brawling!
Nobody did quiet boy-next-door sadism like Bass Wallace.
He would grind his cock against you and make you groan like, under all your macho tough-guy posturing, the little bitch you really were.
I like em bad and beefy. The name (Beau Nasty) did not hurt, either.
All-American good guy who still had a short fuse, Jonny Firestorm knew the moves and holds better than anyone else I ever had the pleasure of seeing over at BGE.
BG East gave Eric Moreira one shot. The man more than delivered; then he vanished.
Mikey Vee. Oh yeah, uh um, Mikey Vee. Make me suffer, bossman.
Joshua Goodman played the heel well, but I wish he had been a bad-assed babyface instead.
I mean no offense whatsover, but Kurt Eriksen was creepy ... in the right way. He was like a pasty, cold-blooded henchmen in a James Bond movie ... or the Old World bloodsucker I most wanted to fight in a Transylvania wooden-stakes match.
British bad boy Mickey Rollins is my first pick for the for-real gay lucha version of Sherlock Holmes if Guy Ritchie's upcoming SH film reinvigorates that franchise. I'll play Watson or Moriarty, or both.
Yep, it's the loincloth: Tarzan Tyler Reese.
JC Blackhawk was another one-timer, and he wasn't all-that in the ring, but he sure as hell worked for me.