Wednesday, May 31, 2017


All I have seen of their NXT incarnations have been 2-minute videos on YouTube, mostly a lot of jabbering at the mike. I hope WWE is making them stinking rich, but I miss my tough, reckless TMDK at NOAH. Nobody takes a beating like Shane and Mikey, nobody turns a show around like them, and nobody cheats more colorfully. Theirs is not my preferred wrestling style; still, they knock me out each and every time I see them in action. Both are hot as iguana balls, but Shane is my favorite. I can't risk even a glance without breaking into a sweat. It's been over a year since their pretty faces graced this blog, so here they are again. Of the three sets of GIFS below, only the first (their defense against Naomichi Marufuji and Katsuhiko Nakajima, when TMDK were still Global Honored Crown Tag Team Champions) has not been previously featured here.*

Shane Haste and Mikey Nicholls vs Naomichi Marufuji and  Katsuhiko Nakajima, 7 December 2013 (Pro Wrestling NOAH)

Shane Haste and Mikey Nicholls vs Shinya Ishikawa and Yuji Okabayashi, 5 January 2014 (Pro Wrestling NOAH)

Shane Haste and Mikey Nicholls vs Takashi Sugiura and Yoshihiro Takayama, 5 October 2014 (Pro Wrestling NOAH)

* For kicks, I ran the text above through Google Translate, translating it into Japanese and then translating back into English. I think it's better than what I wrote:

Everything that NXT's incarnation saw, YouTube, Mike has been playing lots of 2 minute videos for most of the sort of messy chatter. At Noah WWE is terribly bad that they are abundant, they deserve it, but I think that I miss a tough, reckless TMDK (Shane haste and Mikey nicholls). Everyone who takes a striking like them will capture everyone as colorful as everyone turns around the show like them. They are my nearest wrestling style; yet they knock me out whenever they see them in action. Both are drawing attention as iguana balls, but Shane is my favorite. You can not risk one glance without breaking sweat. They have been face for so long since they decorated this blog for more than a year here. It has not been introduced for the first time here in the following three sets of GIF (Neilo, Nakajima Katsuhiko, their global defense of the Crown Trophy team had a championship against TMDK) has not been introduced before.

Tuesday, May 30, 2017

Cannon vs Tiger

Chris Cannon vs Tiger, Catalog 2 - Muscle Boys Get Rough (MuscleBoy Wrestling)

I should be on Tiger's side in this contest. At five-six, 155 pounds, he shows a lot of balls going up against Cannon (6', 185#), a man bigger, heavier, and arguably in a worse mood than he. But Cannon is hot, built like a prototype for my future army of wrestlers, and then there's the matter of the tenuous cling of his maroon trunks. Tiger is hot too--sinewy, taut, tenacious--but Cannon is my size of man. He looks like a wrestler, loose and meaty, while Tiger has a boxer's or a gymnast's build.

The differences take nothing away from the intensity and grit of this match. The space, enclosed in black curtains, consists of red and orange mats and what looks like a regular mattress. First we see Tiger stretching, warming up. Then, out of nowhere there's Cannon in black leather vest and shades, the livery of heels worldwide. And if any doubt remains, Cannon announces his ownership of this turf and questions Tiger's right to stand in his presence. Politely Tiger warns the bully not to push him too far, which, under the circumstances, is practically an invitation for Chris to poke him in the chest and start the fight.

The battle at first consists of punching, kicking, and slamming. Cannon locks Tiger in a camel clutch. A minute later, Tiger shows his muscle by heaving the big guy up on his shoulders, but falters under the man's weight. Gradually Tiger sees that his opponent is too big for him altogether, at least for traditional wrestling holds, a discovery he makes perhaps too late. To say more might spoil the rest of the 24-minute match for you. As the screen shots above indicate, it's mostly a rough time for Tiger.

The fraction of the MuscleBoy's output I've seen so far has impressed me, lacking only video definition and detail to compete with more established wrestling sites. The talents of wrestlers like Cannon, Tiger, Justin Powers, Nick Flex, and others shine through the usual limitations of a startup. MuscleBoy is onto something great, maybe eventually something unique. I mean to keep my eyes on this company.

Monday, May 29, 2017


Scrappy vs Duke, Rough and Ready 98 (Thunder's Arena)

Duke looks like he just stepped out of a sword-and-sandal B-movie, circa 1962. At five-ten, 200, 22 years old, he's classic old-school bodybuilder with a striking profile and high hair. Scrappy's on hand to bust the guy's cherry in the wrestling world. Come to think of it, the new car smell is not off Scrappy yet either, having not clocked up even a full year at Thunder's Arena, but already he's a go-to guy for breaking in new hires.

There's nothing here you and I haven't seen before: flexing, smack talk, headlocks, and bodyslams. Novelty is not the point, anyway. It never is for fetishists, for whom wrestling is a ritual, "an act or series of acts regularly repeated in a set precise manner" often performed in seclusion in a hallowed space. Such an act may comprise a number of gestures: scissors, chokes, cradles, and the like, with skintight wrestling trunks as sacred vestments.

Personality-wise, Scrappy carries the show. His hyper-expressive face, especially under duress, has been key to his success with fans (there are bulges to consider, as well). But Duke gives the kid plenty to grimace about. Naturally, flexing comes first, with the camera kneeling before muscle groups like stations of the cross. As I expected, Scrappy instigates the fight, but Duke takes command, crushing our boy in a rear bearhug before unceremoniously plonking him down to the mat.

The wrestlers deliver plenty of give and take, with Duke putting the hurt on Scrappy again and again. Scrappy's only hope is foul play, and it's unlikely that Scrappy will hold back on this point when push comes to shove.

Sunday, May 28, 2017

Jungle Gym

Nate Coy vs Daniel Eads, Power Play, 18 March 2017 (Resistance Pro Wrestling)

An overall fine match here, two agile and well-built wrestlers, but it lacks the close detail work and grappling I usually prefer. Still, I can appreciate what it has to offer. At ages eight and nine, I was addicted to TV matinees of old Johnny Weissmuller Tarzan movies, and to this day I am a sucker for the "jungle boy" gimmick in wrestling. BG East's Tyler Reese should donate his loincloth to Coy.

The tumbling and flying impress me without turning me on, and that's okay, sex is not everything. (I said that?) The corner work absolutely hits the spot. I love the way pro wrestlers throw their entire bodies into their punches, so much better (for me) than the split-second jabs at arm's length in boxing (except for those times when boxers get pushed against the ropes, their bodies entangled). And the show-stopping ass-to-ass pinfall is ungawa-hot. Eads jobs for Coy brilliantly, making me want to believe every ornately choreographed second of the action. His body slams are tasty.

Saturday, May 27, 2017

Saturday Night's Alright for Fighting

Coleman Free vs Chase Michaels, Match 534 (UCW)

UCW produces the fightingest wrestling matches out there, many this year as good as any BG East has ever put out (I can't say that about any other promotion, even ones I dearly love), but UCW concentrates on f-i-g-h-t. Other promotions have wrestlers so pretty I don't care whether they know how to fight or not, beautiful beautiful boys; some of them can't fight worth a lick. I'm not saying Coleman and Chase aren't pretty, but pretty is not the main thing with them. Coleman and Chase give top-shelf fight. At UCW, those who can't fight are soon out the fucking door. Sometimes the company trots out a babe with biceps or flashes some ass at the camera, but their house brand is hair-yanking, ball-crushing, eye-gouging, toe-biting rasslin'. I can jerk off to a beautiful pinup, done it lots of times, used to be better at it, but a good hard fight compels me to unload.

Chase has been steadily honing his combat skills for the past year, and taking evening classes in evil. Tall, lanky, with bedroom eyes and hair on his balls, he looks divine. I don't know whether he came to the company with wrestling training, pro or folk style, but the guy sure knows how to kick butt. No acrobatics, no feats of strength, no playbook, the guy digs his heels in and starts wailing away at anybody within striking distance. A more recent hire, Coleman came to UCW with pro-ring experience. He's got the psychology down. He has an instinct for the inherent drama and majesty of two men squaring off to settle some shit. His long blond hair just dares somebody to grab some. He may look like the guy you'd like to marry your daughter or son, but, provoked, he can be hell in a lunch bag for whoever crosses him.

UCW is not 100 percent. No company is. In 2017, though, it's been close. At my house, there's Movimus for intense submission wrestling, there's Thunder's Arena for mouth-watering muscle, there's Rock Hard for to-die-for bad boys, there's Naked Kombat for balls-to-the-mat porn, there's BG East for big-store variety, there's Krushco for everlasting Krush. And, here's my point, there's UCW for skinny guys, mostly, tearing thick chunks out of each other for the sheer joy of giving and receiving pain. In Match 534, Free and Michaels deliver as ballsy a fight as you could hope to see. Totally my kind of thing.

Friday, May 26, 2017


Dave Markus vs Davide Stefano (Movimus Wrestling)

Dave Markus is a superstar by any standards. I may be torn over his audacious body frills of late (the frosted hair, the tats, the piercings), but as a submission wrestler, he is more god than man. In Davide Stefano, however, he may have just hit a wall. Markus's match with Stefano could be the toughest of either wrestler's Movimus career (this is only Stefano's second, following his April debut against Case "CT" Thornton). It gets sweaty fast, and it stays sweaty and breathtakingly intense for the full stretch, five falls in all, in 33 minutes. Fine camerawork adds to the excitement, circling the athletes up close as the contest nears its climax. Throughout, Dave and Davide acquit themselves like gentlemen and sportsmen, but a fight's a fight, and these gents kill it.

The first submission occurs at the video's midpoint. It's a win for the Italian. Dave is unruffled. He prefers to win, but he accepts that in this instance he's been out-maneuvered--and by a stronger, heavier adversary. It's not his first loss, and he knows how to take a pounding, come up for air, and jump right back into the scrap. Davide is the very picture of calm from start to finish. He's a tactician. He keeps Dave on his back for as long as he can, limiting the options for self-defense, gradually wearing the man down. For all their outward composure, there is tension; the strain and swelling of their muscles and the lavish perspiration tell us what their faces do not. Each knows he is facing tough competition. The remaining four falls seemingly accelerate as the two bodies struggle with fatigue.

I count this match as one of Movimus's all-time best. This one belongs in the collection of anyone even mildly drawn to the sport and science of submission wrestling. (Happily, Movimus is running a sale that started yesterday and lasts through Monday. You can take 20% off purchases of $25 or more, 40% off purchases of $50 or more.)

Thursday, May 25, 2017

Pleased to Meet You

Drake Marcos vs Lauden Sevior, Undagear 27 (BG East)

Drake and Lauden sneak into the BGE mat room like a couple of ninth-graders breaking into their parents' liquor cabinet. Lauden gushes over Drake, his wrestling hero, happy to breathe the same air and share the same light. Drake looks flattered, modest even, as dear sweet Lauden can't seem to wipe the shy grin off his face: "I was waiting for a day like this. Yeah, the chance to finally meet you ... and wrestle." They strip down to their underwear, admiring each other's slim physique.

Drake has never looked better. He's fit, and there's a brightness about his personality that gives him that glow that some people have on camera. I already know his work, and I like what I've seen, including his teasing quarrels with Bard at neverland. The revelation here is Lauden, 5'8", 130#, who has appeared in earlier matches against other slender roughnecks like Ethan Axel Andrews, Jake Lowe, and Ray Naylor, but this is my first real look at him, and I'm impressed. He's a bit of a wild child with an understated sex appeal, like the neo-hippie who waits tables at your favorite vegan café. But as Drake discovers, Lauden may be slight, but he's steelier than he looks.

Even as the contest intensifies, the fight remains friendly, with strong undercurrents steadily rising to the surface. The fight gets noisier, and the pace picks up. Loosened up, the wrestlers go for showier moves and more punishing holds. They start taking bigger risks supposedly because they're driven by the will to win, but more likely because they are starting to trust each other more. Drake slips into his heel role with some cocky taunts, not fully satisfied until he sees Lauden's face stricken with pain. But actually controlling a wild faun like Sevior is more work than Drake expected. They both get bossier (and sweatier) once Drake strips Lauden down to his strap, about midway through.

If any fight deserves to be called refreshing, it's this one. I can't remember ever smiling this much during a wrestling match. Drake and Lauden are winsome, sympathetic, and the wrestling is, for lack of a better word, romantic. They both have appeal that's less apparent in still shots than on video. Drake climbs a notch or two in my esteem. Lauden, whom previously I mistook as one of those guys who wouldn't stick around, has subdued but piercing presence. Now he's on my radar in a big way.


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