With a shaved skull that makes him look like walking talking death, only meaner, Kid Vicious, 6'1", 170#, fulfills the promise of his wrestling name every time he steps on the mats or into the ring. At a glance, he resembles Jake Shears subbing for Moby in a pon farr death match. I mean that as a compliment. Here is one sexy brute. In combat, his tall, fit, but slender frame appears brawnier than it is. Such is the force of the man's personality. The man exudes aggression and domination through his pores. And for however many years he's been at BG East--to the tune of over fifty matches ("Where is this man's 'Wrestler Spotlight'?" I ask!)--he has mixed sex and violence so thoroughly you can't tell where one ends and the other begins. This guy will knee you in the nuts while sticking his tongue down your throat. He will twist your nipples (hard!) while whispering sweet nothings in your ear. A favorite bout (not pictured) is the first in the Ringwars series, when he and Shane McCall went at it like a couple of mad dogs, the sort of snarling, reckless, and unsparing contest that's a rarity among gay wrestling videos. I like it when one of Kid's victims turns on him, giving him a taste of his own medicine for a change, but I know there is no real justice in the world--especially in Kid Vicious's wide world of pain. Even as he takes it on the chin, you feel he's still the one in charge, playing out his sick fantasy, which is, after all, your sick fantasy too.