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Cameron vs Elite Eliot, NHB Fights (Wrestler4Hire)

The contest is almost halfway over before the first point is won. That's a testament to how close Cameron and Eliot are in muscle, wits, and perseverance. The final count is close, but not a tie, so the time limit decides X wins and Z loses, because I have no doubt that, given an extra minute, these two grapplers would have broken even again. The two bodies are smooth as Ken dolls, but they play rough together - and that's sexy. The two of them are a decent matchup down to the tan.

Eliot's an inch taller and twenty-three pounds heavier than Cam. That surprises me - again. No matter how many times I have watched him wrestle, my idea of him as diminuitive sticks until the facts tell me otherwise. Cameron's difficulty in heaving EE around the mat should have been a clue, not to mention the solidness of Eliot's physique. By the end of the match, Cameron has worked up a glimmering layer of sweat, evidence of how hard it is to work a body like Eliot's.

Dr. L pointed me to this match last week, responding to something I blogged, something about the joy I take in bodies clamped together and rolling, sometimes thunderously, across a wrestling mat. These are his exact words:

You mentioned the glories of mat grappling, the methodical wearing down that demands patience from viewers that few viewers have any more, the extended communication of flesh, and so forth. I had just watch the NHB match when I read your blog, and I was struck by how much that match sounded like what you were talking about. It is reminiscent of the old Movimus matches: mostly solid mat wrestling with no gimmicks outside intense back-and-forth action. The only soundtrack, save for one outburst of pain from Cameron just before he submits a fall, is the breathing that grows more labored as the match continues. One could ask for more sweat--what there is, happens late--but otherwise this is mat grappling that feels no need to pretend it is anything else. 

You can take the boy out of academia, but you can't take the academia out of the boy. The good doctor is my twin in prose, though he sings better (simply "he sings" would have been sufficient). As he says, Cameron vs Eliot is "solid wrestling." I've gotten used to the clowning that comes with some underground wrestling. I can't complain about it more than I already have. Horsing around, especially in tight and tiny gear, can be wrestling if I want it to be. It's damn sexy, that's for sure, and it gives my imagination something to work with while transforming the tongue-in-cheek romp into heated competition, maybe even an all-out behind-the-toolshed wrangle. (Sigh.)

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