Resist the Devil

Krush vs Damon Hurtz, The Masked Demon (Krushco)

Krushco gets a jump on the Halloween season (two weeks and counting) with help from Damon Hurtz, who introduces the fight with the following challenge to Krush, his voice digitally altered to sound like The Jigsaw Killer:

I wanted to wrestle this motherfuck for years. I've been stalking him, and him and him alone. [...] I just want him in this room right goddamn now. I want to summon him here, using my powers. He won't even know what's coming. And then ... he's fuckin' dead. He's a dead man. I cannot wait to get the jump on this guy. He won't even know what's coming. His little brain is going to fuckin' explode. [...] Let's get this motherfucker going!

As if challenging Krush to a dog-collar match doesn't already make it clear, nothing shouts crazy like summoning forces of darkness to assist in the plan. But damn if Hurtz doesn't come through with some witchy editing effects that conjure an orange-and-black mask, a rope with dog collars at either end, and a dumbfounded Krush in the flesh. With inhuman speed, Damon reels Krush in and slams him with a headlock takedown.

In seconds, though, Krush is on top of Hurtz, bearing down on him and blasting his body with knee jabs and punches. Gimmicks aside, the wrestling is real ... or at least real enough to satisfy me. Damon is a fierce and sadistic foe, but Krush, I suspect, has a trunk full of the asses of fierce and sadistic foes of the past. In short, Krush doesn't give a goddamn about your voodoo and demon-possessed larynx - you step on Krush's mat, and you're going to get your pointy tail clipped.

The center of my interest is the unmasking, which happens about halfway through the battle. Unmasking has come to play a large role in my fantasy life, packing more erotic punch than even stripping a man of his trunks. Having immobilized the demon grappler with a barefoot kick to the balls, Krush holds his man on all fours and plucks the laces from their eyelets. Hurtz tries to fight back, a frantic struggle that Krush welcomes, saying, "C'mon, Bitch!" and, with a manly grunt, yanks the devil's mask off.

Mentally, I play back moments like this in slow motion. They never fail to arouse me. Their power rests in part with the determination to physically humiliate one's foe and in part with the fantasy of outing a "bad" gay by exposing his true identity to the world. Hurtz's wounded aa-aah-argh  is, for me, as tasty as any other money shot. He's been bested and unmanned. He can no longer hide the spasms of pain as they flash across his face - a sight every victor has the right to see and savor.

More give and take follows, with more grueling clenches, until at last one man snuffs out the other with a rear naked choke. Though the Halloween angle is played for laughs, the fight is solid and as nasty as I have come to expect of Krushco.

     

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