Sunshine Shooters 8 - DVD - BG East

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• Format: DVD
• Studio: BG East
• SKU: 335063
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Cast

Cole Cassidy, Goren Ford, Karl Volk, Lauden Sevior, Ray Naylor, Richie Douglas

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Golden Boy's Graduation Day - Goren Ford & Richie Douglas Golden boy Richie Douglas is a new man. His glory days as quarterback of a small town high school mediocre football team are in the rear view mirror. Richie may be late to his newly chosen sport of wrestling, but he's a natural. His ripped, lean muscles and lightning fast reflexes enabled our boy wonder to walk on to his collegiate wrestling team and instantly earn respect. Stretching out and running drills in the mat room are his way of tamping down the butterflies for his first tournament looming in just a few days. When big Goren Ford strolls in and silently starts stretching out his shirtless, gorgeously muscled physique, Richie is put out. "What are you doing here? I need this space to practice for my wrestling tournament," the aspiring all-star complains, hands on his hips. "If you want to practice, you can practice with me," Goren's voice rumbles from deep in his big, bulging chest. He gets up in Richie's face, and at half a foot shorter, Richie has to peer upward to lock a steely gaze with the aggressive interloper. Loren muscle-bullies Richie to the mat effortlessly. His height and weight advantage are stunning as he bulldozes the golden boy to his back and pins the backs of his hands to the mat overhead. Little Richie has been bullied before, so it isn't long before he kicks into high gear and effectively counters with kidney bruising bodyscissors. But the big man flexes his way to freedom and smoothly flips the outmuscled babyface over, squatting low into a spine snapping boston crab. "How do you like that, wrestling star?" Goren taunts. The fight in on. What Richie lacks in size, he more than makes up for in leverage and balance. Repeatedly, Richie uses Goren's momentum against him, escaping from Goren's steel traps and striking back before the big man can get his bearings. Goren easily shrugs his big, powerful shoulders out of a full nelson, but Richie is two steps ahead, dropping the powerhouse to his back and astonishingly schoolboy pinning him, perched with perfect balance on top of the big man's chest. "Let's see you bully your way out of this," Richie smiles down, shoving his sweaty balls into Goren's astonished face. What started as a practice session for Richie's amateur wrestling tournament turns into so much more. "Not bad, man!" Goren concedes after submitting to a face-to-crotch ball gag. "So you like shoving your balls in a man's face?" Goren asks, suddenly dropping to his knees and peeling the wrestling singlet off of the rising star. "Maybe," Richie smirks, letting him do it. Pinning him to the wall and pressing his big, muscled body into him, Goren purrs, "What else do you like to do?" Richie looks the big man up and down before replying, "Why don't you find out?" Like we said, Richie is a whole new man these days. Maybe it's the extra excitement Goren brings to this match when he starts grinding his bulging crotch into the golden boy's bubble butt. Perhaps Richie had this taunting, teasing strip wrestler inside him all along, just waiting for the right opponent to bring out the best and biggest from the bulging babyface. Either way, little Richie Douglas just graduated into a full contact, crotch grinding, ball smothering wildcat who gives every ounce as good as he takes from a big, hungry, horny hunk like Goren. The victor may surprise you, but you'll understand why the lucky loser eagerly obeys his order to take this tussle to the showers. A Fiery End to an International Detente - Cole Cassidy & Karl Volk Cole Cassidy has earned his way onto the short list of BG East's most dangerous shoot wrestlers. A competitive MMA fighter and all around badass, Cole is chiseled out of granite and ripped to shreds. His muscles have muscles. Every angle of this physical specimen is honed to a sharp edge. And his legion of fans know full well that Cole is as devastatingly skilled as he is fabulously fit. He terminates opponents big and small with absolute dispassion and mercilessness. He breaks men, not because he enjoys it so much, but simply because it's what he does. He has this one purpose for which he trains so single-mindedly, seven days a week. He rips opponents apart like no one else can. But even Cole skips a beat when he catches sight of massive Karl Volk waiting for him on the mats. The giant German is visually jarring next to Cole's physical perfection. Barrel-chested and muscle-bellied, Karl has ugly, rough edges all over. There's something unsettling about his extravagant mustache, five o'clock shadow, and shock of a bleach blond Mohawk capping off his daunting body. He looks hungry, and the smile that stretches across his handsome face leaves you with the impression that Cole's impeccable muscles look like filet mignon to the vicious German battler. Despite giving away nearly 50 pounds to the massive German, Cole challenges him to an opening test of strength. It takes nearly two minutes of grinding and flexing to settle the score. Karl leans in hard, leveraging his height advantage and letting gravity bear down onto Cole's vein-popping muscles. But shockingly, it's the prime beef of the BG East badass Cole that finally drives the German to his knees in disbelief. "Not bad for a beginner," the German growls with his thick, east of the Wall accent, "for a small guy like you." "Well, I'm definitely not a beginner," Cole snaps, not taking kindly to being patronized. The wrestling breaks out like artillery fire, slamming to the mat and pounding into one another viciously. Cole's extensive shoot training rocks the German hard, ripping apart the quickly sweat soaked beast with brutal arm bars and tendon snapping ankle holds. When Karl defies his commands to submit to rib crushing bodyscissors, Cole doubles down with brutal strikes to his chest, knocking the air out of his lungs violently. Cole's fans will recognize that lip-curling satisfaction on his face when he's riding rough shod over a panicked opponent. It's a whole different look entirely to the shock on Cole's face when Karl suddenly climbs to his feet with Cole's legs still clamped across his chest. The German holds him in mid air, and then violently suplexes the MMA fighter overhead. The impact looks like it may have knocked Cole out for a split second. At the very least, he's sucking on air, jaw hanging open in shock. Karl folds him up, with Cole's ankles pinned to the mat next to his head, and sits on his face! "Come on, boy, lick my ass!" Karl revels in humiliating the once mighty muscleman. It's no exaggeration to say that this was one of the most vicious, high impact, no holds barred muscle bashing matches in BG East history. Battering punches and wrenching chokeholds mark time in this high stakes international chess match. No one is going down without bare knuckled, ball bashing brutality swinging for the fences. Overwhelming power pitted against superhuman conditioning soak the mats with sweat and drag these two attached to each other's throats to the very edge of human endurance. The winner won't be satisfied until he's knocked his opponent out cold and flexed his way through a 10 count, but you'll be on the edge of your seats every step of the way to the brutal, bitter end. Pulsion de Muerte! - Ray Naylor & Lauden Sevior Lauden Sevior has a death wish. That seems like the only possible explanation for why he keeps coming back after the hardcore mauling he suffers every time he's steps onto the BG East mats. The Puerto Rican dancer is graceful and delicate, looking much more like he belongs on a shelf (or a pole) than in an underground shoot match. It is true that with each and every outing, Lauden learns something new. He shows up tougher and more aggressive every time. But then his opponents latch on to those luxuriously long locks and absolutely crush this pretty boy butterfly underfoot. Someone with a shred of human decency would protect Lauden from himself and refuse to book another match. The Boss, of course, was more than happy to sign the lemming up for another date with terror. If anyone can talk a little sense into Lauden, perhaps it is part Puerto Rican stud Ray Naylor. As they arrive in the mat room, Ray is giving Lauden an earful of taunts and warnings in Spanish. The threats and insults only inspire Lauden to charge headfirst into defending his machismo honor. A second and a half later, he's flat on his back, ripped in half in a nasty spladle, and choked with his opponent's bare hands! Ray isn't the first wrestler to delight in bullying the lovely, lithe Lauden. He barely weighs a dollar and a quarter, so lifting and slamming his hot little body repeatedly requires little effort on Ray's part. Ray is deadly dangerous against the best opponent, so watching him stomp Lauden's face into the mat and drag the whimpering chico around by his sweat drenched hair has an air of inevitability about it. Ray bears down like a hurricane all over his opponent's battered body. He uses Lauden's singlet straps to strangle him. He hoists him up and breaks him across his knee, pinning him there while the trapped angel screams. "Are you a sensitive little girl?" Ray taunts, nearly ripping Lauden's nipples off and then clawing at his balls until the dancer begs for mercy. The violence is magnificently gratuitous. Ray doesn't have to snap Lauden up in an inverted reverse bearhug and headbutt the pretty boy's balls. He's just happy to go that extra mile for the fans. The depraved, bilingual brutality is shocking even by our standards. And perhaps there's some tough love underpinning the horror story played out all over Lauden's writhing body. If ever there were a breakable jobber less suited to the high stakes world of homoerotic wrestling, it's got to be Lauden. So perhaps, just maybe, when Ray strips them both down to drenched jock straps and mounts his bewildered opponent's ass, he's just trying to warn the defenseless beauty away from ever returning. Then again, when Ray sits up and that monstrously huge package of his is bouncing and writhing in his pouch, his motivations seem much simpler. "Do you like dirty talking?" Ray asks, sliding forward into a schoolboy pin. "You're getting me so hard!" Smothering Lauden's entire face with the basketball in his pouch, Ray's eyes roll into the back of his head. "Come on, kiss that dick, princesa!" he commands. Sliding forward farther, he sits on Lauden's face and gasps in ecstasy. "Lick my fine Puerto Rican ass!" Lauden is dragged kicking and screaming into his most depraved, terrifying, vulnerable match yet, which is saying a lot. In Spanish, in English, it doesn't matter how he screams and begs, how he submits and pleads for mercy, because Ray is determined to drive him past the point of despair and claim that tight, taught dancer's ass like no one has ever done before. These wrestlers aren't the only ones who will need a towel after this sweat-filled, humiliating mat destruction.