Sunday, September 30, 2012

September's Hits (Recent Popular Posts)

Marky Mark in BG East's Paradise 4
  1. Blackout
  2. Perseverance
  3. Union Jacked
  4. Ground Balls
  5. Army Slash Marine
  6. Teenage Bodywreckers
  7. Axel Makes His Bones
  8. Thought You Would Never Gasp
  9. No Frankie, No Annette
  10. Break Time

Kama Sutra

How can an apparently simple, even naive kink like mine have so many corners and facets? I like pro wrestling and mat wrestling, dorm-room roughhouse and oil-pit battles, skinny guys, muscle jocks, doughy moonfaced plowboys, MMA cage fights ... and this sort of thing: flagrantly homoerotic frottage, arguably (for those who don't like it) more dry hump than sport. In BG East's just released Undagear 19, bleach-blond Rocco beats up and makes wild, rapturous love to plucky boy-next-door Jonah Richards. 

The difference between a fuck and a fight is a matter of degrees between the will to embrace and enjoy and the will to overpower and crush. Between the extremes of lovey-dovey cuddles and bloody massacre lies a vast middle ground occupied by pleasurable rites of pain and humiliation of varying intensity. We associate these rites with not only sadomasochism, popularly labeled as perverse, but also boys' rough and rowdy treatment of other boys, often assumed innocent, even healthy.

Rocco-vs-Richards offers the pleasure of watching two good-looking young men, fit but not spectacularly brawny, engaged in a battle that frequently drifts from domination to mutual fascination. Rocco is the seducer, often drawing Jonah in, tricking him to let down his guard, only to assert his control through some petty humiliation or pain. Jonah has dark hair and the prettier, more delicate build, the more trusting eyes. Rocco is a bottle blond, the archetype of phoniness and deception, and he has a tantalizing leer--complicated, skeptical, charged with intrigue. Once the action heats up, all Jonah wants to do is puppy-hump Rocco, but Rocco fights him off, not because he is not interested--that much is certain--but because he wants to draw the game out and because he wants to exert control over it. The balance between these two wrestlers is close to perfect--in strength and experience, and in attitude.

As you can see in the still photos, these wrestlers have no qualms about assuming positions that look like sex. (I hear that the ancient Greek word for wrestling was also a slang term for fucking.) In the Kama Sutra, the ancient Hindu text that names, lists, and describes the awe-inspiring variety of sexual positions, one position, the "Mallaka" (i.e. the "Wrestler"), instructs the passive partner (the "bottom") to lie face down, grab her (his) ankles, and pull them up behind. (This is regarded as one of the more difficult rear-entry positions to achieve--a bit like putting oneself in a Boston crab.) In one section of the text, the author Vatsyayana uses the image of fighting and wrestling to deduce that in coitus the sexual pleasure of men and women is identical:
Some say that when different persons are engaged in doing the same work, we find that they accomplish the same end or purpose: while, on the contrary, in the case of men and women [or let's say heels and babyfaces] we find that each of them accomplishes his or her own end separately, and this is inconsistent. But this is a mistake, for we find that sometimes two things are done at the same time, as in for instance the fighting of rams, both the rams receive the shock at the same time on their heads. Again, in throwing one wood apple against another, and also in a fight or struggle of wrestlers. If it be said that in these cases the things employed are of the same kind, it is answered that even in the case of men and women, the nature of the two persons is the same. And as the difference in their ways of working arises from the difference of their conformation only, it follows that men experience the same kind of pleasure that women do *. (emphases mine; The Kama Sutra of Vatsyayana, Empire Books, translator not credited)
Jonah and Rocco are also doing "two things ... at the same time" as they struggle and embrace. For me, the friction between these two "opposites" is what gives male-on-male sexual contact its special charge. I have never been much of a fan of gentle, easy sex and cuddling except as the exhausted aftermath of a long, hard, vigorous struggle. I would not want to suggest that all kinds of combat are inherently sexual, only that most of them are inherently sexual to me. I understand what advocates of the sport of wrestling "in its purity" mean when they say real wrestling has nothing to do with fucking. I don't agree. Desexualized, as it is in most WWE and other mainstream wrestling events, wrestling means nothing to me. It is hardly wrestling at all. (At its least sexual, it's just a form of clownery.) The sexuality does not have to be as overt as it is here in Undagear 19, but there has to be an erotic subtext to make me interested in it, even if that subtext is completely a product of my imagination.

It is wrestlers like Jonah Richards and Rocco (and others) who add "gay cred" to BG East's catalog and make explicit what is only teasingly implicit in the bulk of underground wrestling and, until very recently,  expressly rejected in the mainstream. However, a thorough investigation into the roots of the "authentic" sport would demonstrate, I think, that its associations with sex were more fundamental to its importance in ancient cultures (from Gilgamesh to Plato) than its associations with, say, military combat--I mean, really, what battle (outside a dorm room or bedroom) was ever decided by a wrestling match? Wrestling is and for ages has been the form of erotic contact preferred by men--and what's troublesome to us today is that perhaps the popularity of wrestling among boys and young men suggests that the divide between "gay" and "straight" is not as solid as we moderns like to believe.

Saturday, September 29, 2012

Heartbreaker: An Interview with Zack Johnathan of Rock Hard Wrestling

This interview business sort of just landed in my lap. I have no actual journalism background; my research skills were honed not on the streets or in the press corps but in the moldy rare book rooms of libraries. Dumb luck is what made these interviews possible, beginning a little over three years ago, and I feel especially lucky now to be interviewing one of the hottest and busiest wrestlers on the underground scene, Zack Johnathan, also known as Z-Man. The man is chiseled perfection, with a sparkling smile and personality to boot. He's been a draw for wrestling fans since the first day he stepped on a mat, and in the last couple of years he has blossomed into one of the most riveting and dramatic wrestlers I've seen. So it's a delight that he agreed to chat with me today about his wrestling experiences, his fans, and his future plans.

Joe: Zack, you are everywhere, man. I'm thrilled you decided to visit me here at Ringside at Skull Island between stops. You have a new match at Rock Hard Wrestling, something like your fourteenth or fifteenth with the company, so let's start there. Tell me what drew you to Rock Hard in the first place. What made you think it would be a good fit for Zack Johnathan?

Zack: I was drawn to RHW out of a pure desire to seek solid competition. There are a lot of good wrestlers here that I feel I can match up well against. I have a competitive hunger that drives me to seek only the best as an opponent. The better the matchup, the better I can entertain the fans. And that has always been my number one priority. I feel RHW stands apart from other companies by providing me with the most evenly matched competition.

Joe: So feed my fantasy of life at RHW. What's it like to be there for a shoot?

Zack: Very similar to a collegiate wrestling meet. The days are long and the wrestlers are either wrestling, warming up, or resting between matches. The facility is great because there are weights to pump up with before your match. It's very important to look your best when on camera. My favorite is the ring. I feel a ring is where I bring out the best of my ability. The management takes great care of you with food, drinks, breaks .... And their guidance truly brings out the very best in each wrestler. The wrestlers are always in great shape and outgoing, and it's always interesting to compare various wrestling styles that are unique to each of us.

Joe: At the beginning of the year, you told me that you felt you hadn't yet risen to your full potential. So right now what is left for you to conquer and achieve?

Zack: I feel I need to be the best, and to be the best, you have to be the one that everyone else wants to be. You have to be dominant. You have to show there's no question, indisputable. There is a lot of solid competition in RHW. It is the challenge of challenges for any wrestler to stand alone on top. That's what makes RHW the place for the best competition. That is why I love to compete here. RHW epitomizes solid even match-ups between wrestlers. It is very similar to the NFL. You have your better teams, but anyone can be beaten on any given Sunday. The name of the game is to continue to get better. Work harder in the gym and in the ring. And when all the dust settles, the best will be standing on top.

Joe: How would you describe your ring persona at Rock Hard? Do you model yourself on anyone?

Zack: I consider my character as someone who is confident, agile, determined, hungry for a challenge, and never afraid of pain. I feel that the more pain you can take, the tougher you are. And naturally the tougher you are, the harder it's going to be for an opponent to take you out. Like the Terminator. You can keep taking him down, blowing him up, and he keeps coming after you. Doesn't matter if you've won ten times, blown him up twenty times. He just keeps coming. I feel that relentlessness can cause more fear in an opponent than anything else. It gets them to a point where they have to question themselves, "How do I beat this guy?" And if they are a better wrestler? If you can beat your opponent mentally, you've already won.

Joe: Your favorite gear?

Zack: I personally feel that I look my best in black trunks. I feel black brings out the intensity and aggression best in me as it is traditionally a heel color. Everyone knows heels come to the ring to cause relentless punishment to their opponents.

Joe: Do you have a signature hold or finisher?

Zack: My favorite hold would have to be a torture rack. I feel I can showcase my strength the most with this move.

Joe: Now that you mention it, that hold is so you. I get an immediate picture of you breaking some poor handsome dude on your shoulders ...

Zack: It's satisfying when I can bend someone and cause them to submit. I get really intense when I apply this move. The longer I keep my opponent up, the longer I wanna keep him there.

Joe: What's your strongest point, physically?

Zack: My hardest muscle wold have to be my abs. They get beat up a lot, so it's very important to keep 'em tight and ready to resist a beating. I train them three times a week. I don't overtrain them as I like to maintain a flatter six-pack stomach, rather than a bloated looking one.

Joe: What other sports do you do?

Zack: I've been a weightlifter for most of my life. I also have grown up with a passion for professional wrestling. I also have ten years' worth of dance experience, which I feel gives me better agility in the ring.

Joe: Pro wrestling definitely compares with dance, I think. A war dance, like capoeira in Brazil. Any MMA in the mix?

Zack: Amateur wrestling experience, as well as professional wrestling. I am also an experienced model.

Joe: You count modeling as a martial art? Very Zoolander. [Laughs.]

Zack: I feel that's very important to finding your best angles in front of the camera.

Joe: You are definitely a model heel, Zack! [Laughs.] Tell me about your latest match? And who at Rock Hard is currently on your "to do" list?

Zack: I have been itching to get into the ring with Jake Jenkins. He's been on a losing streak lately, but he is one of the best on the roster. Also I want revenge on Ethan Andrews. He's had my number the last two matches, but I promise the next time I'm going to break that skinny street punk.

Joe: Anyone you're trying to steer clear of?

Zack: I can't say anyone in specific. I say bring 'em on. I'm always anxious. Even when I bite off more than I can chew. It's always a learning experience. In that case, as long as I bend and don't break, I'm okay. [Laughs.]

Joe: What gets your hackles up? What does a dude have to say to kickstart your desire to kick his ass?

Zack: I think if someone questions my courage, or work ethic. That usually gets me pretty heated. I feel the need to prove a point. [Laughs.] I guess you can call it Marty McFly Syndrome. [Laughs.]

Joe: Do you ever do the "wrestler for hire" thing? I would guess you get a lot of fan mail from guys wanting to give you a beating ... or to get one from you.

Zack: I've had some fans challenge me to wrestle a few times. I'm always open to a challenge. I am an open-minded person, for sure. But I prefer to face professionals. Unless, of course, I'm running a clinic or educational training session.

Joe: A pro wrestling clinic led by Zack Johnathan. How cool would that be? Damn. Can you think of a celebrity--not necessarily a wrestler--you'd like to fight? Whose over-exposed, over-hyped, and overpaid ass needs to be kicked?

Zack: I say Chris Brown, for what he did to Rhianna. That's what true cowards are made of. It doesn't matter who beats him down. I feel he needs to be humbled, and some old-school justice should be served.

Joe: Okay, change of subject. Name your favorite WWE wrestlers. 

Zack: Number one: HHH. I feel he's one of the last of his kind. The attitude-era wrestlers had the most amazing matches and proved they were tough as nails. Chair shots, blood, ... You never see that anymore. Number two: CM Punk. He is like the modern-day Stone Cold. Very outspoken, and I love his drug-free attitude. I can truly relate to him. Number three: John Cena. I believe he's the hardest worker in WWE, carrying the company on his back. If it's anything with WWE, you can guarantee he's gonna be around. Number four: Chris Jericho. He's a great wrestler and always has historic matches on the big pay-per-view stage. Number five: Alberto Del Rio. He's got an awesome entrance and is a trained real MMA fighter.

Joe: What would Zack Johnathan's entrance be like, if he had one?

Zack: This is definitely a fun question, and definitely my type. Hmmm. Entrance music would have to be some form of rock music. Rock is what gets my intensity cranking, so it would make sense to have it set the tempo for a match. I would say something from Three Days Grace or Shinedown. Both are great and intense, and it truly makes you wanna give someone a beatdown.

Joe: Would you be accompanied to the ring by anyone in particular? A manager or a valet, perhaps?

Zack: I wouldn't be up for having a valet, as women at ringside are nothing but drama and a distraction from hell. I can't see how that could be an edge for any wrestler. A ring is a man's place, and these prissies just create one giant downfall waiting to happen. I prefer the traditional style, before valets got involved. Great wrestlers focus on their match and don't have time for something that can take your mind away from the goal. Besides, women don't know anything about strategy or specific moves, so how could this be an asset?

Joe: I don't know. Just askin'. Didn't mean to tick you off.

Zack: Keep 'em in the stands where they belong.

Joe: Well, you could have a male valet ... or a manager, then.

Zack: My dream manager would be HBK. He is one of the greatest wrestlers of all time. His charisma is unparalleled. He has the nicknames: the "Showstopper," "Mr. Wrestlemania," and you don't earn that by being second best. He was never the biggest guy, but he could go toe to toe, and bring out the best in everyone he faced. I would love to be a sponge and absorb any advice and all he could contribute my way. If there's one person I would ever want in my corner, it would definitely be Shawn Michaels. Besides, I feel we have a lot in common, being Playgirl models and heartbreakers. [Laughs.]

Joe: What's your top HBK moment?

Zack: The Razor Ramon and Shawn Michaels ladder match at Wrestlemania 10. That's the match that changed my life and got me hooked on wrestling. It never ever gets old. Incredible the way they were so innovative and ... evolved things. There was never anything like it before.

Joe: That was the showdown over the Intercontinental belt, right? What do you think of the idea of Rock Hard Wrestling offering a championship belt?

Zack: I think that would be phenomenal. Every competitor needs a prize to attain. A goal to seek. I feel that a title would definitely up the ante ... on the competitive level and the rivalries.

Joe: Where do you see yourself and RHW, say, five years from now?

Zack: I think RHW will continue to grow a large roster, and I'm looking forward to beating some more guys up. [Laughs.] I love facing new challenges and fresh faces.

Joe: Is there a special match type you're interested in trying out?

Zack: Bring on the cage! That's something I have always wanted to do. I would have no problem putting my body on the line in a match like that. Win, lose, or draw. Everyone would respect the participants in a cage match. Bring on the pain! Cuz I'm ready to dish some out! [Laughs.]

(Thanks to Bob at Rock Hard Wrestling for the pictures)

Friday, September 28, 2012


This is what comes of being nice to pushy, grasping twenty-year-old punks who know how to knock a man out. They demand that you buy their merchandise. "Hey my new shirt came out," he says, "you going to buy one!!!!" All his punctuation saved till the end. Not a request, but a command. "He" is one of my favorite cage fighters I know personally. I don't like to obey, but, as I told you, the guy knows how to knock someone out cold. He once asked point blank if I could take a "bump." Probably not, not one of his sadistic chops, anyway. 

I placed my order this afternoon ($20, plus $4.95 shipping and handling). 

"And should help me sell em!!" he adds, in a sketchy version of the imperative mood. (I don't ask for pity, but try to imagine what hell it is sometimes to be an English teacher.) He makes the suggestion that I make his new T-shirt the subject of a blog. At least, this time he frames the request in the form of a question. That's practically well-mannered.

You know him, probably, by another name at Rock Hard, BG East, and UCW-Wrestling, but it's not a good idea to mix gimmicks and personae on this blog, which in the larger fight world has a bad reputation (that I'm nonetheless rather proud of). He doesn't mind if you put two and two together on your own. "Just say I'm one of your favorite cage fighters you know personally," he tells me. You might remember that I did say that.

If interested, and I would suggest that you probably ought to be, go to Splitlip Fightwear, click on the "Fighter Shop" tab up top, and look for "Blaine Shutt" ten rows down. Or you can just click on the picture above. The link should work.

"And don't be afraid to buy more then one!!!" Or first one, then more. Or more than one. Either way.


I am a sucker for loincloths. Like the word "wrestle," the word "loincloth" by itself, free of visuals, excites dark and turbulent desires. Bring the two together, and I'm taken back to the primal erotic fantasies of my childhood, steeped in syndicated M-G-M savagery: croc-infested waters, velutinous vines in art-deco swags, ululating cries in the night, elephant stampedes, ancient and cyclopean spider webs, quicksand, and life-and-death struggles underwater over a knife-blade the size of a man's forearm. 

One of Black Wrestling Network's early videos, Predator & Prey, presses those buttons for me. The online image of ex-high school wrestler Panther in a leopard-print loincloth, so beautifully highlighting his mahogany physique, would not let me rest till I could hold the video in my sweaty palms and claim it as my own.

Beginning with a panther's roar, the DVD announces in severe white on black titles--the sort that in old Hollywood movies express gratitude to the U.S. armed forces for their generous support in the making of this picture, or soberly avow that this film is based on a true story--the following declaration:
Panther refused to postpone this debut match despite being sick with a cold and a cough. Insisting on fighting Marcos and making his arrival on schedule, Panther chooses to fight even as a "wounded animal."
But a wounded animal can be the most dangerous kind of Predator ...
The melodramatic intonation of this statement makes me chuckle and get a stiffy at the same time. I hope that after the shoot Panther at least sent Marcos a bottle of NyQuil, because after this hot and sensuous battle there's not a microbe on the surface of Panther's fine body that didn't have a crack at one or the other of Marcos' orifices.

Stealthily Panther steps on the mat, only to be welcomed with a surge of aggressiveness from Marcos that was possibly unexpected. Marcos, who has a history of humiliating defeats, opportunistically sees Panther's weakened condition as his chance to climb in the ranks. Panther struggles like the jungle cat that he is and, after much richly satisfying "give and take," he submits Marcos with a punishing leglock that apparently leaves the man unconscious and (Marcos and me alike) bonered.

Panther returns for Round 2, ready to talk some shit, the usual "Is that all you got?" banter that still works fine for me. He nudges Marcos' supine body with his foot, trying to rouse his fighting spirit. Fortunately, Marcos still has some more "give" for Panther to take, and a long, drawn-out full nelson, both men panting on their sides on the mat, brings the promising (but ailing) newcomer close to a tapout. Marcos tries to turn the hold into a choke, which opens himself up to Panther's assault and second win.

In Round 3, Panther targets Marcos' upper thighs again, and in no time squeezes a submission out of the man, who looks like he wishes Panther had shown up with a doctor's slip. Still, Panther is shooting three-for-three in boner-inducement (for me and, I think, Marcos). He pulls out his fancier moves in Round 4, opening the round with a flip and a (sort of) "flying" headscissors to liven things up, but he's at his best when crushing his opponent's body against his own.

Marcos is a sensuous wrestler, and the action on this video is slower than most, perhaps due in part to Panther's cold. But the long, tight holds, combined with the low rumbling groans, suit me fine. Marcos is bigger, but Panther is more agile and aggressive. Too bad we're not seeing these guys go at it on one of their good days. It would be nice to see Panther in a worked-up sweat without worrying about his getting pneumonia.

Repeatedly Panther fires up and seems to be determined to make Marcos pay for his sniffling sneezing coughing aching stuffy head fever (which, I should add, only rarely intrudes on Panther's performance). Fed up, Marcos strikes back with a body blow that gives him the upper hand for about a minute, until, that is, Panther springs back and hoists him up in a fireman's carry, hopping up and down on the mat so as to smash Marcos' ribs against his broad shoulders before transitioning to a vigorous airplane spin.

Marcos puts up enough of a resistance to keep this fight from being too one-sided. He even gains a submission by a rear naked choke in (what?) the fifth or sixth round (I lost count), and it's an edge he carries over to the next round, delivering a very sexy and almost interminable bearhug. But everything he does only riles Panther up. It's a provocation that's invariably met with swift and wrathful and near-crippling punishment.

I really like Panther in this, and am disappointed to find no more BWN matches featuring him (with or without the loincloth). This match was shot (I think) about eight years ago, so other Panther matches either never existed or have subsequently vanished from the catalog. BWN's more recent matches are more sharply photographed, with a definite eye for complex and stark real-world settings and lighting, and compelling, naturalistic storylines, but this early fight, lo-def and minimalist in its stagecraft, is still quite a handful--if you catch my drift.

Thursday, September 27, 2012

"To Rise from Generation"

For an English teacher with even a passing familiarity with William Blake, the phrase "rising generation"  is bound to catch the eye. That the Carolina Wrestling Federation should have a championship named the "Rising Generation League" spurs the imagination.  That two fine Carolina good ole boys like Ben Tyler (one half of the team Fun Athletic Guys--anyone do acronyms?) and DJ Hart should be fighting over the title is downright irresistible. Here are some shots taken from a fine but way too brief match from last Saturday's CWF Mid-Atlantic show in Gibsonville, North Carolina.

Wednesday, September 26, 2012


I am whetting my appetite for Braden Charron's invasion of Thunder's Arena, having not yet seen either of the newly released matches. In one (pictured here) he faces Arena stalwart Angel; in the other, blond trickster Tak. On the whole I think the cross-pollination of underground wrestling sites is a good thing for everybody. (I might add that the pollination is also between species, as underground wrestling sites are also exchanging, um, seed--sometimes you just have to ride a metaphor till it collapses in a bloody heap--with independent (straight) wrestling promotions, gay porn sites, and even fan-based message boards and blogs.) I'm happy to see that, so far, each site brings out something different in the shared talent. Thunder's specializes in mat wrestling, frat-house-style hijinks and big burly guys determined to put their mounds of muscle to work. In Round and Ready 30, Angel looks unimpressed with the new guy. He's taken on big guys before and made short work of them, thus assuming that Braden will be one more musclebound lug he can toss on his stack of conquests. Based on these photos alone, I would guess that Braden puts a dent in Angel's hasty generalization. Inevitably, wrestling sites will rub off on each other. My hope is that they grow and improve as a result, without losing their edge and becoming carbon copies of each other.

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Mon Dieu

N'Catch champion Tristan Archer versus challenger Tommy End is a throwback to the old-style wrestling matches from forty years ago. I could be watching Jack Brisco going toe to toe with Dory Funk Jr. in the salad days of NWA. This title defense match from April (which I wrote about here, featuring some excellent stills) popped up yesterday on YouTube in two parts, here and here. The video quality is weak, but that's no problem at all for somebody who used to watch championship wrestling in his locked bedroom, fingers frantically fiddling with rabbit-ears atop a black-and-white TV, just so I could train my eyes on a grainy, almost ghostly image seen through miles of "snowy" analog noise. In fact, Tristan and Tommy's tangled bodies, even in silhouette, would probably still pack quite a charge for me.

Some wrestling fans might find this type of bout boring--it moves slowly, glacially gathering intensity, instead of expending itself in brilliant airborne flashes--but it has everything I need in a pro wrestling match: two smooth broad-shouldered and thick-chested brutes, a lengthy opening lockup (in which the wrestlers wrap themselves together and sweatily shove each other from one side of the ring to the other), tight side headlocks, grueling armbars, unbearably suspenseful two-and-a-half counts, a heel mercilessly splaying his opponent's fingers, outside interference, a knocked-out ref, and not one, not two, but three slugfests that put both wrestlers flat on their backs at the same time, once outside the ring, twice inside, the last being the decisive pin, the victor only slightly less groggy than the vanquished.

Neither Tristan nor Tommy is an especially expressive wrestler, which got me to wondering about what ever made me think that I need wrestlers to be expressive in the first place. I like wrestlers to sell their holds and work the living daylights out of an opponent. But expressive? Correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't think Stone Cold Steve Austin was ever accused of hamming it up in the ring. In fact, my favorite wrestlers have usually been as impassive as the Ghost of Christmas Past: Brisco, Funk, Rocky Johnson, the Fabulous Moolah, Kevin Von Erich, Bret Hart, Austin, and the early Eddie Guerrero. Even now, I like guys like Eddie Ryan, Krush, Low Ki, TJ Perkins, Morgan Cruise, living breathing blunt instruments who stalk their prey without once winking at the cameras. Tristan and Tommy are just the way I like pro wrestlers--deadpan, earnest, businesslike. Everything they need to express they can express through their physiques and grappling. And what physiques! And what grappling!

Monday, September 24, 2012

Agony and Ivory

Some fine action shots from Saturday's Universal Independent Wrestling show in Buchanan, Georgia. This match features former backyard wrestler Fred Yehi going up against the ever-dependable Kyle Matthews. I haven't heard the results, but from the looks of things both these guys got roughed up some. Speed, aperture opening, and camera angle make the fifth shot look almost 3-D! 

(Photos by Harold Jay Taylor of Headlocks and Headshots, I think)


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