I'm Unbeatable, Baby

Roger Atlas vs Johnny Greco, Catalog 24 - Below the Belt! (MuscleBoy Wrestling)

As a heel, Roger Atlas comes fully equipped - a bulletproof physique, a high and tight fade, a spicy Guido attitude, and whatever message girding one's loins with a US flag is supposed to convey nowadays. Johnny Greco is somebody I want to beat up (it's my fantasy so back off), all the more so now that he mounts a strong resistance. I look at both these guys and all I see is dick banging away on dick. If this is a dream, don't wake me up.

Roger rolls into the ring like he owns it. He pops his pecs and serenely strikes a Son of Zeus pose. He glances over at Johnny in the opposite corner and shoots him a friendly I'm-gonna-shatter-you look. (Sometimes a heel doesn't need banter to get his message across.) The two men circle each other, issuing verbal incitements. They bump foreheads, and the battle starts. 

Greco shoves Atlas into a corner, but the heel quickly reverses, bludgeons the babyface, and suplexes him to the center of the ring.  Greco's turn now, as he pins Atlas against the opposite turnbuckle, the sole of his wrestling shoe at Atlas's chin - he pins him against the top corner ropes, then the middle ropes, then the bottom ropes. Give and take dominates most of the match. It's only in the final fifty seconds that a victor is identifiable, the two men exhausted, pouring sweat, holding each other up; then a decisive, exquisitely abrupt piledriver ends the ordeal.

Greco and Atlas exemplify the MuscleBoy brand. This is positively Johnny's best showing to date, partly because he has learned the ropes and partly because Atlas is physically a fine match for him. Built burly and mean, Roger obviously enjoys busting the sexy Steve Reeves clone, and in turns he takes Greco's rough handling like the pro he is. A boner-a-minute battle like this doesn't drop down from Olympus every day.

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