Up Against

Richie Douglas vs Chase Addams, Ringwars 32 (BG East)

Richie Douglas is almost too sexy in his side-laced gold trunks. That ass, the first thing I see at the start of the match, makes me forget to breathe for a second, propped up there atop his thighs and welcoming the symmetrical dimples of his lower back - "dimples of Venus" they're sometimes called. Yum. Then he turns to the camera, bouncing in place, slapping the palm of one hand to his chest. He's just about perfect.

Chase Addams is sexy, too, and perfect in an altogether different way. He looks somewhat sinister compared to Richie's beaming wholesomeness. In shiny black "charming as fuck"  tights and Jean-Baptiste Emanuel Zorg haircut, he assumes Richie should facilitate his entrance by stretching the ring ropes open for him. I all but lick my lips, anticipating the tangling of these two lean bodies.

I don't have long to wait. Chase charges in, but Richie eludes him and nails him with a crossbody on the rebound. He gets only a two count, but I give him bonus points for presentation. If Chase was thinking he could phone this fight in, Richie signals that he's more than just a prettyboy with bulges in the right places.

Douglas follows up with a flurry of acrobatic flips and body locks. The kid is practically Japanese. He's enjoying himself, especially he's enjoying hurting his haughty opponent. I like a streak of sadism in my babyfaces - it's what always made Brad Rochelle work for me. And I like a bit of vulnerability in my heels. I can't be happy unless the bad guy suffers, even if just a little bit.

Of course, Addams won't let this beauty squash him. He positions Richie on the top corner ropes and punches his chest. The action is not altogether seamless, but the wrestlers put their hearts into it - and, as already noted, they look terrific up against each other. He roughs Richie up pretty good for the next three minutes. Then Richie strikes back with a knee jab to the nuts. Oh, this is like early Christmas for me!

The first streak of sweat appears at this point. It's Richie's sweat. Seven minutes later his shoulders and chest glimmer with the stuff. By now the fight has settled into the natural order of things at BG East with the bad boy steadily tormenting the babyface. Chase's punishments have a certain arabesque quality to them. They'd be impractical in a bar fight, but their corkscrew intricacy is perfect for BGE.

The more he writhes, the lower Richie's golden trunks slide till his shining cheeks peek over the waistband like the moon over gently rolling hills. He suffers, but he's not out of the game. He launches a counter-strike about two thirds the way through the 33-minute battle, proving he can be just as wiry and intense as Chase. Nobody's getting out of this fight without some bumps and welts to show for it, leading to a sweaty ten count that's already found a resting place in my fantasies.

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