No Fear, No Limits, No Mercy
I can't say why most gay wrestling fans like squash jobs and I don't. I understand the appeal of seeing a beautiful young body stretched out in taut, glistening display, but I don't get how beauty and youth alone warrant total demolition in the end. (It's sexually symbolic--I get that much--it's just not a symbol that often reverberates with me.) I prefer to watch two equals fight each other, with no predestined outcome. If this means I have the tastes of a straight wrestling fan, so be it. I kinda doubt a straight fan gets the wood I get off an evenly matched fight, but I have never contended that my finger is on the pulse of what gay men like (or "ought to" like).
I've also got something of a thing for payback--call it a "justice fetish"--that likes the big mean heel to get his by the end of the match, by a spectacular (even if implausible) reversal of fortune. I like the ultimate triumph (after prolonged and strenuous ordeal) of beauty over beast, youth over age, virtue over vice, skill over connivery. My favorite wrestlers are the heels, which may partly account for my opposite response to hunk bashes. I don't know. It doesn't make sense. As I said, "I can't say why." None of this is meant to imply that I disapprove of fantasies of squashing pretty boys--or that I can't enjoy a good "bash" (though, admittedly, in my mind I usually "rewrite" the ending).
BG East's Hunkbash series often mitigates my dilemma by providing heels who are themselves hunky. This is the case in this summer's Hunkbash 12, in which Donnie Drake, Dick Rick, and Kid Karisma, all certified capital-S Studs, as well as capital-D Dicks, dispose of three pretty victims with long, grueling, moan-enriched holds that effectively punish the boys for muscle, youth, and beauty not all that significantly greater than the heels' own. The set on sale now, either as a combo package or as individual matches, marks a high point for the Hunkbash series, I think, because of the remarkable physiques, wrestling abilities, and (there's that word again) "beauty" of the hunks--and of the hunk-bashers too. These fights provide few and hardly countable breathers for Braden Charron, Austin Cooper, and Jake Jenkins. For all intents and purposes, their suffering is nonstop--and as delectable as you might hope for. In each case there's a point where the victim rallies and gets in a few good licks, but don't blink or you may miss it. This is good news for gay wrestling fans in general.
Hunkbash 12 is peak BG East. The holds are as stunning as you'll see anywhere. Over the top, even. Drake and Rick are at the top of their games in the pro-wrestling world right now, and so simply their presence here is (to risk hyperbole--which, after all, is the soul of wrestling's carny tradition) historic. Charron is huge now--physically one gigantic knot of titanium that is almost indestructible. Karisma's gift for surprising cruelties appears to be limitless. And Cooper and Jenkins will get your juices flowing (or nothing will) not just for their adorableness but also for the robustness and spectacle of their struggle against insurmountable force. This release (this whole series) is a must for squash lovers--but for the quality of the wrestling and the virility of the competitors, it's also a must for those, like me, less dependably gung-ho for the angle.