Gut Reaction
Brad Barnes vs Ronnie Pearl (Wrestler4Hire)
Brad and Ronnie doing their crunches in the middle of the ring, one of them wonders aloud who has the hardest abs. They exchange punches, a friendly test of endurance, at first. Seconds later, the competition turns noticeably mean. Brad backs Ronnie into a corner and drives his shoulder to the midsection multiple times. Then he's plying the guy with karate chops. Ronnie pushes back, with a boot to Brad's gut. There's no turning back now. They're engaged in a full-fledged fight in less than four minutes.
What makes the ride fun for me is, first and foremost, the hotness of these two bodies, smooth as shop-window mannequins, manscaping worthy of a 1960s sword-and-sandal star. I'm disappointed that in the course of 21 minutes neither breaks into a sweat, but the good news is that the iron claw gets applied on more than one occasion. The patent fakery of the claw hold is not a point in the match's favor, but it is a pro-wrestling tradition, one of the sexier ones. I get it, and I approve. Plus, Ronnie pulls hair, and, well, there you are. I prefer edgier roughness, which both these men have proved themselves capable of - Brad most recently in his degenerate destruction of Christian Thorn, right here at Wrestler4Hire, Ronnie, in an old-school grunt-n-groaner versus Ace Owens, also W4H. By comparison, this match is breezy.
Give and take persists to the final minute, in which the winner makes a clear distinction between himself and the broken victim under his foot. The 2018 match's tone is cavalier on the whole. That makes for a lighter fight up until the more vitriolic figure-four chokes that lead to the battle's final minutes. These are well worth waiting for - just next time, guys, messier and sweatier, please.
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What makes the ride fun for me is, first and foremost, the hotness of these two bodies, smooth as shop-window mannequins, manscaping worthy of a 1960s sword-and-sandal star. I'm disappointed that in the course of 21 minutes neither breaks into a sweat, but the good news is that the iron claw gets applied on more than one occasion. The patent fakery of the claw hold is not a point in the match's favor, but it is a pro-wrestling tradition, one of the sexier ones. I get it, and I approve. Plus, Ronnie pulls hair, and, well, there you are. I prefer edgier roughness, which both these men have proved themselves capable of - Brad most recently in his degenerate destruction of Christian Thorn, right here at Wrestler4Hire, Ronnie, in an old-school grunt-n-groaner versus Ace Owens, also W4H. By comparison, this match is breezy.
Give and take persists to the final minute, in which the winner makes a clear distinction between himself and the broken victim under his foot. The 2018 match's tone is cavalier on the whole. That makes for a lighter fight up until the more vitriolic figure-four chokes that lead to the battle's final minutes. These are well worth waiting for - just next time, guys, messier and sweatier, please.
Visit Wrestler4Hire here.
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