I am a huge fan of BG East's Gazebo Grapplers series. It combines savagery and eroticism in the clean wholesome air and the late-Augustan Anglo-chinoiserie of the white gazebo. Frankly, that last touch kept me from the series for a little while. It seemed too quaint and precious, even with the Boss's two-balled alliteration: "gazebo grapplers." What was next, I wondered, "needlepoint ninjas"? "high stakes high tea"? "croquet crusaders"? I was wrong. The mix of English garden finery with porned-up wild boys, engaged in some of the steamiest wrestling ever, is like William S. Burroughs colliding with Mrs Gaskell, and it works.

Take, as a case in point, this terrific match in Gazebo Grapplers 10 between Tyrell Tomsen and Gil Barrios, two of BGE's hottest stars. When the hot Brazilian fails to intimidate Tyrell with verbal slights, he launches a sneak attack, dragging the bald muscle god down to the mat. Handily, Gil comes equipped with a dark, curly mop of hair that begs for yanking, and Tyrell has a hard, vigorous body like a V12 engine, strong and agile enough to twist Barrios into knots. The American outmuscles his South of the Border pal, and as evening shades to night, he throws the unsportsmanlike punk over his shoulder and hauls him to an enclosed matroom, where the two can "enjoy" a little privacy. There, fluorescent speedos strip off to reveal matching G-strings underneath, which later pop off to reveal the wrestlers' seething manhood. Yum.

Toss together fresh air, wrestling, muscle, nightfall, garden, sweat, and nakedness, and you've got a party, in my opinion. The incongruities of the delicate grillwork of the Boss's gazebo and the gladiatorial muscle of Gil and Tyrell make for a memorable twilit escapade, allowing us a space among civilized comforts to go (to cite DH Lawrence) "back to the savages for our sensations."

I have removed some photos featuring explicit nudity from this posting because they belong to The Arena at BGEast, which owns exclusive rights to them.


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