Gunnar!

Gunnar Stone vs Drew Harper, Catalog 39 - Beasts (MuscleBoy Wrestling)

I like Gunnar's muscles, but I love his face. It's a face that says, "You have nothing to show me that I haven't already seen a hundred times." It's not emotionless. I see glimmers of fire behind his otherwise expressionless eyes. It's a face that's less menacing than indifferent. I imagine it's the same face Gunnar puts on when fixing a bicycle or packing a suitcase or trimming a hedge. I have lusted after this guy for four years, and he's more magnetic now than ever. And his muscles - wow! - are as solid as a Roman column.

I've been a Harper fan for as long as I've been a Gunnar fan. Drew has a genial big-brother face and a tan and meaty physique. Movie studios would cast him as a quarterback or a fairy-tale prince or a bull rider at rodeos. His fleshiness invites stroking - or, in circumstances like this one, slamming. He's a good wrestler, better than Gunnar, in fact, but this is an endurance test, one he is likely to fail. He's warmth while Gunnar is icy. He's used to winning at wrestling, but he has had his share of losses. Experienced wrestlers like him because you can do anything to him, and he gets right back in the match. He sweats himself slick. 

The GIFs above don't tell the whole story of this match, and this is a story I'm glad I didn't miss. The plot is more about endurance than about victory - though one man survives this ordeal, and he is de facto the victor.  Drew is fit and strong, but he's a foam pillow next to iron-man Gunnar. This is Gunnar's show, but it's not as one-sided as the GIFs above suggest. As much as I thirst for Drew, my eyes were on Gunnar 88 percent of the time.

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