Backyard Brawls 11

Ace Aarons vs Nino Leone, Backyard Brawls 11 (BG East)

I've been looking over BG East's back catalog lately, loving the rawness of the Private Bouts series. Bass Wallace, Doug Warren, Jeff Kenney, Kurt Eriksen, for these guys desire and aggression were two sides of the same coin. Ace Aarons and Nino Leone preserve some of this spirit. Sure, the setting is lusher now that the BGE empire is well established - and the posing at times leans towards the self-consciously ironic - but both these wrestlers, different in physique, know instinctively what fans like me crave. 

Ace has some pounds and muscle on Nino, so when Nino talks smack about not needing training to take Aarons down, Ace inhales the fresh outdoors air and says, "It's a nice day." Then he adds, "Nice day for an ass-whippin'," and bears down on Leone's back, his arms clamped around the ribs like a coil spring trap. Nino scrambles to get loose. His struggle is genuine - nothing choreographed or make-believe about it - it's messy the way a real scrap is messy. He succeeds and rolls over to meet Ace chest to chest.

Every hold Ace gets on the guy, Nino resists like a coyote trying to escape a trap, paying no heed to the risk and discomfort to himself. His dare-all pugnacity makes it hard for Ace to hold him in place for long. Likewise, Aarons's strength is a natural advantage, and the man does little or nothing to make the next 35 minutes easy for Leone. Both are eager for the challenge - and the roughness, messiness, and pain of the fight are what (I'm 90 percent sure) turn these guys on - that and the invigorating rush of body contact.

Aarons has the power and know-how to hurt and humiliate his opponent - just enough to jangle the nervous system, just enough to show Nino who's boss.  Leone resists because that way is more enjoyable for both. Gradually, though, Ace wears him down, and Nino sees fewer and fewer opportunities for hope spots. The best parts (for me) are the times Ace slowwwly draws Nino's face up to the crotch of his mica-colored Xuba briefs and then suddenly - in a flash - slams him down for a three count.

Some of Aarons's holds are as ornate as Jonny Firestorm's, but he fills them with hints of ardor and craving that are less typical of Jonny's style. This is seduction - forceful and possessive - that seems to both stoke and slake both fighters' desire. Nino's resistance fades as the match draws to a close, but the babyface becomes more and more sexually assertive. Cock and balls remain concealed throughout, how, I can't even guess, but the action mounts to an orgasmic backbreaker and airplane spin in the end.

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