Get Him by the Balls! or, The Further Misadventures of Scrappy

Scrappy McNair vs Brendan Byers, Catalog 11 - The Muscle Boys Get Brutal! (MuscleBoy Wrestling)

In MuscleBoy's latest catalog release, Brendan Byers and Scrappy McNair wake up the devil in each other, and together Brendan and Scrappy create what may be THE underground wrestling event of 2018! These smooth, strong, and progressively slick fighters bring fire to the MBW mat room like it's never seen before. In sending the video to me, Rocco, the boss-man, warned me, "Buckle up for that Scrappy match, it's a barn burner. I've never seen two guys sweat that much in a match." I'll be damned if that "warning" didn't make me drop everything and watch the match right then and there.

Better known for his work at BG East (most recently here) and Wrestlingmale (as Bulldog), tall and sinewy Brendan has grown out of his twink years and turned into a savage and seductive brawler. A looming, sometimes masked presence in the underground scene, today he epitomizes everything I want in a dungeon master. 

What seems at first a textbook squash setup turns quickly into the "barn burner" Rocco promises. The super-smooth bodies catch fire almost on contact. Brendan enters the MBW mat room while Scrappy strikes poses for the camera. "What's up, big guy? Ready to get your ass whupped?" Scrappy leers, so full of himself he doesn't recognize Byers for the leather-clad bringer of doom that he is. "Or you can just get on your knees and worship this muscle; I mean it would be a lot easier for you," he adds while springing biceps as big and round as a Florida grapefruit. 

Byers is ominously silent. He shoves Scrappy to the wall, batters him against the wall, and clobbers him repeatedly. For a half-second, even Byers is surprised by the viciousness Scrappy inspires in him. He locks McNair in an inverted facelock and grabs him by the crotch, squeezing. Scrappy wails into the heel's armpit. "You dirty piece of shit," he curses, for which Byers clubs him across the chest with his forearm, then drops down to one knee, slamming Scrappy's spine to his upraised knee, and reasserts his clutch on the  whimpering babyface's bulge.

Byers subjects Scrappy to about nine more minutes of pain and humiliation. Then Scrappy erupts into a firestorm of exquisite payback. By this point both men's torsos gleam with perspiration, with over twenty minutes left in the 34-minute match. Because of the smoothness of both wrestlers' bodies - especially  Scrappy's ("McNair" has got to be some sort of pun) - the sweat is spectacular and sexy as hot buttered fuck. 

For the rest of the match, Byers remains dominant, but his hold on the curly-haired spitball becomes increasingly tenuous. I'll be honest with you guys. I could write more - and probably better - but right now all I want to do is watch this fight twelve or so more times and then call it a day. Byers vs McNair is Viagra times twenty.

*Possible Spoilers in the Screen Shots Below*

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