Heel Bash 2 - DVD - BG East

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• Format: DVD
• Studio: BG East
• SKU: 324385
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Cast

BadAss Borne, Ethan Axel Andrews, Jaguar, Joey King, Kelly King, Kid Karisma

Description

BG East fans have been begging for this one. Here is Besties winner for the Best Body of 2016, Kid Karisma, taking on Ethan Axel Andrews, whose mat battle against Drake Marcos won the fan poll award for 2016's Best Mat Match. There's no way this faceoff can be anything less than breathtaking because here we have two fighters equally gifted in both the martial and erotic sides of wrestling, and both are badass heels. And can there be any greater contrast in ring styles between the glib and arrogant Karisma and the unassuming and technically proficient Andrews? Both enjoy dishing out punishment, and both can take it! Fireworks are practically guaranteed! Ethan, sporting a Shaggy Rogers look for this match, is already in the ring when Kid K arrives wearing shades (of course), sharp as a platinum icepick, throwing off major attitude. Karisma climbs into the squared circle, shoving Ethan to the side. Ethan pushes back, but Karisma scoffs at him for failing to budge the Kid even an inch: "How much you weigh? Like 12 pounds?" The pushing and shoving leads to a legit lockup, collar and elbow. Kid K turns his face to the camera, telegraphing his boredom to the fans. Every cell in his chiseled body resents having to wrestle this slow-talking nobody with no style, no tan, and no muscle tone. Backing Ethan into a corner, Karisma holds him in place against the turnbuckle with one hand contemptuously pressed to the guy's nose and mouth. When Ethan attempts some smack talk in his endearingly inept manner, the silver-tongued Kid rolls his eyes and asks, "They pay you to talk? That's my job, bitch!" Pushed a little too far, Ethan strikes back, tossing Karisma to the canvas twice and giving Mister CrossFit a taste of what this long-haired slacker is capable of when riled up. Within seconds, the ring dynamics take a radical turn. Ethan may not be able to match K for wit and patter, but his fight speaks volumes. An excruciating leg lock, applied and reapplied with surgical precision and mounting intensity, has the Kid in a world of pain. Karisma squawks and howls, but he refuses to submit. The devious bastard kicks Ethan in the face, hard, forcing a break. Kid K drags Ethan to his feet by a fistful of tousled hair and snap mares the upstart to the opposite side of the ring, not once, not twice, but three times. Then he takes a break for some sorely needed muscle poses, all the while flaunting his control over his adversary and demonstrating his prowess in the art of twisting an opponent into knots. More resourceful and pragmatic than some might give him credit for, Ethan escapes by grabbing Karisma by the balls and then, in one of those stop-you-dead-in-your-tracks turnabouts you see only at BG East, chokes him into a panicked submission. Rattled but undeterred, the furious heel will not stop yanking at Ethan's hair, even rougher with it than he was previously. He whips the challenger from corner to corner, capping the dizzying abuse off with a retaliatory ball grab and a torturous series of elbow and knee drops to the small of the back before flipping Ethan up in a surfboard submission hold, arching the painfully bent body towards the ceiling and snapping every other bone in the guy's vertebrae. Right as Andrews submits, Karisma coos, "You are so cute! Mwah!" planting a mocking kiss on Ethan's forehead. The awesomeness is just getting started. Both these wrestlers employ a combination of MMA tactics and low blows, with astonishing and brutal effectiveness. The sweat pours, and the bodies slam as the mayhem escalates. The bashing does not ease up till one of these heels is annihilated! BadAss may have started something he can't finish: twice at the outset of this match he engages Jaguar in a shoving match, and twice he finds himself landing hard on his butt. The Jaguar, though smaller, is not to be taken lightly. This cat has a taste for putting bad guys in their place PDQ. The two fighters are superbly matched, two beefy roughnecks who get off on hurting other guys. You can feel the testosterone on high as these two ready for an epic heel/heel battle in the BG East arena, already angry that there was no babyface waiting for easy bullying. They lock up, quickly progressing to a test of strength, grunting and huffing like bulls locking horns. From a standstill stalemate, Borne resorts to kicking but fails to loosen Jaguar's grip on his knuckles. Jaguar forces him to his knees. Borne flips Jaguar over his head but finds himself backed to the corner, where Jag's shoulder hammers his lower vertebrae flat against the turnbuckle. This battle is on! A cheap shot lays Jaguar on the mat, writhing. BadAss is feeling pretty good about himself now. He follows up with "my version of the nutcracker." We all know that tune. Jaguar clasps the bottom rope, seeking escape, but Borne drags him away, bending the guy in a camel clutch and winning the first fall by submission. Lucky break? Or is BadAss on a roll? "Too easy," Borne gloats. Jaguar accuses the cheater of cheating and vacates the ring, resolved not to tangle with somebody who would so readily resort to dirty tactics. Borne hectors him into returning, but the match no sooner resumes than Borne digs back into his bag of tricks, pushing his advantage by fair means or foul. A strong backbreaker nearly submits Jag a second time, but he buckles down and refuses to give his opponent the victory he craves. Predictably, Borne pushes his luck and pays the price. Soon he's on the hurting end of a beating as Jaguar springs into action, whipping BadAss across the ring and giving him a taste of what an honest ass-kicking feels like. He applies two bearhugs. Neither looks comfortable, but for the second one, Jag chicken-wings the heel's arm behind his back, adding some extra crunch to an already excruciating hold. The maneuver wins Jaguar the second fall by submission, tying the match one to one. He reinforces the win by acting promptly. A double nelson paralyzes Borne, and Jaguar slams the guy's forehead to the turnbuckle and spins him, the interlocked fingers cranking the neck and forcing a speedy and panicked second submission from the humiliated heel. Jaguar heaves the tottering Badd-Ass up high off his feet and, in a perfect act of retribution, smashes the dirty fighter's nuts across the top rope. Jaguar immerses himself in the joys of comeuppance. A crushing head scissors reduces Borne to a quivering, sputtering baby. Still not satisfied, Jag aims a scrotum-flattening leg drop between the heel's outstretched thighs. Brutal but efficient. A Boston crab hold gives Jaguar his third win in a row. BadAss's unmanly screeches inspire no sympathy whatsoever. Jaguar reapplies the hold for win number four. "Ready, chump?" Jag asks rhetorically, preparing for the coup de grace. Ready or not, this heel is not yet done getting bashed. Jaguar hauls him up for a backbreaker, bouncing the guy's spine against his steely trapezius muscles. Payback, as they say, is a bitch. The last minutes of the kickoff match of Heelbash 2 delivers epically sweet revenge and a knockout finish! Two beefy studs cap off Heelbash 2 with a match in the classic strongman style of professional wrestling. This is Kelly King's fifth time in the BG East ring, and from the start he eyes his own cousin Joey King distrustfully, warning his 'distant' relative with a chilly and unwelcoming reception. "My ring," Kelly proclaims, verbally drawing a line in the sand. Kelly's bravado has no effect on Joey, whose manner suggests he's game for a good tussle and a paycheck, nothing more. Both men exude more aplomb than the squared circle can easily hold, so there's a clear foreboding of the headbutting to come. They lock fingers in a test of strength, so perfectly matched in build and bullheadedness that, for a few seconds, they are immobilized as muscle braces against muscle. Then Joey forces Kelly down to one knee, smugly countering, "This WAS your ring." Oops! Joey done said the wrong thing. Kelly suckers Joey into drawing up close enough to get a mouthful of bitch-slap, which he follows with some seriously nasty business, choking the new recruit against the middle rope and then stomping down on the guy's ankles and shoulder. "How does that turnbuckle taste?" Kelly inquires derisively. He motions Joey in for more, saying, "C'mon, strongman!" Too confident, too soon! Joey comes on plenty strong with a stiff left jab to Kelly's midsection and follows up with a full suite of assaults. All of a sudden, Joey looks ready to sign the papers on this wrestling ring and bounce Kelly out on his ass. Joey's shoulder rams Kelly's body against the corner ropes, eventually locking one arm between his thighs while clutching Kelly by the chin. For four solid minutes, the cocky rookie controls the veteran with armlocks, heel stomps, and grueling corner work. The stunning balance between these equals has a doppelganger effect. For whole minutes, it's difficult to distinguish one cousin from the other. They trade punches and low blows, the pace accelerating as gradually Kelly's edge in experience and ring savvy begins to bend the balance in the vet's favor. A tight Boston crab forces Joey to frantically tap out, the match's long-awaited first submission. Capitalizing on his victory, Kelly tries for a quick second with the same hold. Joey grasps for the ropes, but Kelly drags him back, stomping down on the man's ankles. The move leads to some hot horizontal grappling as the positions of power and dominance again shift from one to the other. At one point, Joey chokes Kelly out. To make it official, he lifts Kelly's arm and lets it drop limply to the mat. He repeats the test. But on the third try, Kelly's hand stays up, quashing Joey's dream of a perfect kayo finish ... for the time being, at least. This match supplies some of the finest punishing boot stomps we've seen in a long while, increasingly to Kelly's advantage. Staggered, Joey pleads for a timeout. In just half a heartbeat, Kelly mule-kicks the guy's balls, quipping, "THERE's your timeout!" After Kelly gains his second tap-out by crab hold, Joey is reluctant to continue the fight. But Kelly's just catching his second wind. He promises a fair fight if Joey sticks it out. Joey lunges, fist flying, and Kelly ducks under the arc of the swing and heaves Joey up in a bearhug. So great is the pressure Kelly puts on Joey's spine that the new heel hire taps out a third time. Kelly dismissively drops his cousin on his face and then stomps the guy's head! It will take a miracle for Joey to regain his bearings and press on further. Yet from the very start, this fight is a race between two never-say-die hell-raisers to see who dismantles whom first. The action rises to a fever pitch till the unforgettable climax, when one of these bruisers wipes the slate clean with a Texas-style stone-cold stunner! Not to be missed! Never to be forgotten!