Kid Karisma vs Billy Lodi, Fan Fantasy 4(BG East)
Usually this blog focuses on the homoeroticism underlying "straight-acting" wrestling, but it also spotlights the work of video companies and performers who pull the gay out of the closet of subtext and let it all hang out--all of Naked Kombat, for instance, and individual series at BG East and Can-Am, along with Nero Angelo at UCW.
At BG East, plenty of performers use sex as a weapon, so to speak. I would count Kid K and Lodi as at or near the top of the heap. The default setting of Billy's face is flirtatious, if not outright lascivious. All by itself, his knowing smile warrants a triple-X rating. Karisma makes lust and aggression all but indistinguishable. He turns sex into a combat sport and vice versa.
Putting Karisma and Lodi on the same mat was a stroke of genius. The "fan fantasy" here is a lottery for a muscle-worship session with the hot-bodied Kid, and Billy holds the winning ticket. Karisma allows the lucky winner to grope and fondle every muscle ... except one, which happens to be the one body part most intriguing to Lodi. "It is a muscle, is it not?" Billy asks, all pseudo-innocence*. What follows is a struggle whose point appears to be that "no" may not mean "no," but may instead mean "you have to fight me for it"--at least, if you're dealing with Kid K.
We're a fifth of the way through the video before the fight breaks out, and just as I would expect, it's Kid K who launches it after Lodi repeatedly crosses the line. Karisma mishandles the boy magnificently, encountering little effectual resistance. Then, two-thirds into the video, Billy attacks the very body part that stirred things up earlier.
All this plays out deadpan--even with a certain measure of solemnity (as is only right). Giggles and teasing would undercut the struggle's homoeroticism. Karisma and Lodi are well aware of the stakes, and neither loses sight of the real prize.
Billy's dominance is predictably short-lived. Kid Karisma is, of course, the man in charge, and he discharges his duties with all the force I could hope for, not so much to keep his cock to himself but rather to control the manner of its employment at (we are left only to assume) a location other than the mat room.
* It's my sad duty to inform Lodi and impressionable young readers that it is not, in fact, a muscle--and does not even contain muscles. The wet blankets at National Health Service (UK) tell us
The penis is a kind of sponge that fills with blood when a man is sexually excited. Blood builds up inside two cylinder-shaped chambers, causing the penis to swell and stiffen. The swelling blocks off the veins that normally take blood away from the penis. As an erection disappears, the arteries in the two chambers narrow again, allowing blood to drain away from the penis.