Braden versus Carter

Braden Charron vs. Carter Alexander, Hunkbash 20 (BG East)

Carter is built like a long course swimmer. In fact, he is a handsomer, more firmly muscled version of Michael Phelps. He's the hunk Braden has been commissioned to bash. Braden is built like what he is, a competition bodybuilder. Putting these two men up against each other was a smart decision. Carter has been gathering fans incrementally for five years. This match could put him over to the multitudes.

Yet nobody told Carter he is not the heel in this contest. He spreads the ropes to let Braden into the ring, then pulls up the middle rope to whack the strongman in the balls. Braden writhes and moans in the center of the ring as Carter paces back and forth like a caged panther. He steps on Braden's kneecap, crrrunch, extracting a fresh set of moans. "How does that feel?" he asks rhetorically, stepping on the right thigh, then stomping down on the left. Two stomps later, Carter taunts, "Big guy like you don't usually get beat up like this, huh."

Alexander continues his assault on the legs, at last forcing Charron to give. It's far from a clean and sporting win, but Carter parades and postures like he's a somebody now that he's vanquished Braden Charron. What he is, though, is somebody who's about to get his pretty ass kicked. The comeuppance lands on him like a rockslide as the 25-minute video approaches its midpoint. Carter attempts a followup figure-four, but Braden boots him in the butt, propelling the handsome stud into the turnbuckle, where the bodybuilder claw-holds Carter's stellar abs. Carter hollers till his throat goes dry.

The last ten minutes is a ball-crunching, back-cracking celebration of the joys of payback. You don't know me if you think I'm not licking this up. As told here, revenge is a dish best served sweaty. Both wrestlers play these moments with fire in their veins. Braden wipes Carter's cocky smile clean off his face. He puts the guy through the wringer, holding nothing back until he has more or less killed him. With Carter choking on his sobs, Braden plants his boot on the loser's solar plexus, strikes a series of muscle poses and slooowly  calls the three-count.

Beautiful is what it is.

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