Beauty Mark
















I am a "beauty mark."

Like most of you, I mark out for beautiful wrestlers. Put a hot-bodied man in spandex in an ad for a wrestling site or wrestling video, give him high cheekbones and an attention-demanding nose and jawline, and watch me stay up late trying to figure out ways to rearrange my entertainment budget so I can view the guy in action. (Sacrificing a few square meals usually does the trick.) If I like what I see in the first match I purchase, I'm hooked ... often for life. If I don't like what I see, I can at least endow him with charisma and ruthlessness in a fantasy match of my own devising--unless the guy is so listless and blundering that he stymies the fires of imagination and lust.

Unlike most of you, I tend to like the beautiful guy to triumph in the end. I'm not sure why that is, though I have my theories, but I'm not going to analyze it here. If he doesn't triumph, again I can rewrite the story in my head and replay the half-minute "hope spot" ad infinitum. I don't mind if the body beautiful gets squashed. I just ask that he put up a compelling fight before he folds and that his suffering be as beautiful as the veins on his biceps. Elegance in debasement trumps a flimsily contrived victory every time. Almost as much as I love the drama and rage of pro wrestling, I love quiet, intent, and strenuous mat grappling, especially when an Adonis is involved, even when the only outcome is both competitors' total exhaustion.

Case in point: Dillon Walsh, 5'11", 189#, with his caramel tan and smooth hard muscle, makes my underwear squeak. It helps that he's tall as well as beautiful. Handsome wrestlers who look me straight in the eye turn my knees into Slinkys. Dillon looks like the Eagle Scout of my Cub Scout dreams. In briefs he could fill an Abercrombie + Fitch poster.

Movimus has rereleased Walsh's old NHB-Battle matches, and I recently binged on three: Battling Bodies 29, 30, and 36, against fellow lookers Barrett Storm, 6'3", 195# (in black, photos 1-5, above); Ron Wilson, 5'9", 179# (in orange, photos 6-10); and Jax Holland, 6'1", 198# (in yellow, photos 11-15), respectively. In all three battles, Dillon is well matched with his opponents. The contests offer very little by way of definitive smackdowns. We're not talking death matches here. No trophy or title belt awaits the winner. Instead, these scantily clad and sturdily built athletes wear each other down to a nub, without a lot of drama or fanfare or even wisecracks. We get tight clutches, moves and countermoves, flashes of butt-crack as sweaty briefs inch up and down flexing glutes, and slow-grinding muscle buckling against muscle.

In a review of another Movimus release, I extolled the sublimity of exhaustion in wrestling, when wrestlers fight "on instincts alone." For various reasons I'm captivated by the sight of Dillon and his adversaries staring blankly into space while arms and legs clamber over and around each other's body, the sweat gathering on their shoulders and backs like dew, the squeak of knees and elbows against the mat's vinyl surface. Obviously (to other minds as perverted as mine, at least) there's something post-coital about the dazed expressions, the mussed hair, the patches of flushed skin, and the dry gasping for air.

But the erotics of wrestling is the erotics of unattainable consummation. Cuddling and penetrative sex are extra, as external to this particular erotic moment as cigarette smoking is after a good hard fuck. This could explain why "money shots" at the end of wrestling porn seldom do the trick for me. Wrestling is about the attempted conquest of that which can not be possessed: the hard and often foreboding beauty of men. I'm speaking of the cultivated appreciation of a man's body through vigorous contact, like the connoisseur's gargling of a fine wine--the appreciation of a man's beauty through multiple senses--sight, to be sure, but also sound, smell, taste, and, most aggressively, touch.

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  1. Many people are unaware that Mark lander wrestled one match for a company other than Let's Wrestle under the name JayJay Young. Movimus has re-released the match. http://movimuswrestling.com/bb12-m2/

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  2. The problem with Movimus is that out of a 20 minute video, five is devoted to the athletes stretching. They could cut 5 minutes off charge less and get more business.

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