Undagear 21 - DVD - BG East

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Cast

Chris Bruce, Damien Rush, Eli Black, Joah Bindao, Mitch Colby, Z-Man

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Somebody Needs a Whipping Damien Rush sees himself as one of wrestling's new bloods. Having broken with the look, style, and credo of online wrestling, he aims to change BG East fans' concept of the sport. Damien goes for a rough, deliberately "all-American" and "red-blooded" style of wrestling. He's got the details down pat: hairy chest, college-style singlet, and throaty, aggressive bellowing. We're different and we're impressed. He's butch all right ... and hot too. But Damien's macho posturing means nothing to Joah Bindao, forever suave with inexhaustible reserves of cool, who has seen this type of brash wannabe come and go over the years. The look is one thing. The attitude is another. But the fight is something else. Perhaps his size advantage over Joah has made Damien over-confident. He thinks the mat room belongs to him now, and grapplers like Joah Bindao belong to the past. One look at his smooth, chiseled physique proves that Joah is far from obsolete. Taking a serious interest in wrestling and the other martial arts, he has studied capoeira, the South American blend of fight and dance. Inspired by this culture, Joah brings graceful movement and sensual rhythm to his matches, even when facing opponents like Damien who know little or nothing of the tradition or style. Unable to engage in an agile, acrobatic dialogue between capoeiristas, Joah adapts the street moves to the mat room, incorporating acrobatic flourishes and dramatic sweeps into an arsenal of straightforward submission moves which confound and startle trust fund baby Damien. Still, Joah is a BGE wrestler through and through, unabashedly getting a kick from the eroticism of contests of strength, speed, and skill and giving fans their money's worth. In his latest opponent, Joah sees what a lot of us see: a sexy butt, a hot hairy chest, big muscle, and a pouty sneer that maybe needs to be wiped off somebody's face. "Now Let's See You Take Me!" Damien interrupts his vigorous warmup routine to check his haircut in the mirror. Watching himself as he runs in place, he smiles, full of exuberant self-confidence and delighted by the sexy bounce of his pecs against the straps of his USA singlet. When Joah steps on the mat, Damien objects to the man's cherry-red vinyl trunks because, he argues, it is he who should be the flashiest thing on the BGE compound. He commands the unruffled Joah to strip off the shiny trunks or else he'll tear them off for him. In his usual easygoing and quietly amused manner, Joah ignores the threat and starts the wrestling match he's being paid for. At first, Damien has no problem controlling the muscular but diminutive Joah. His height, weight, youth, and hairy muscle provide distinct advantages. Trapping Joah in a headlock, he keeps his word, peeling the trunks down Joah's legs, revealing an impressively bulging pair of briefs in matching red. Then Joah pulls a nimble reversal, ties the American into a tight pretzel knot, rolls him around the mat for a while, and then lets him go. Damien clambers to his feet, breathing heavily, winded from the 80-mph workout Joah is giving him. He blames his tight singlet for hampering his moves, as if Joah's speed and unexpected strength have nothing to do with it. He peels the straps down and barks, "Now let's see you take me!" Neither wrestler maintains an advantage for long. Joah is too fast and limber for Damien to grab hold of. Damien is too massive and strong for Joah to contain. But as the match progresses, Joah finds more opportunities to catch his bigger opponent off-guard and use his weight and muscle against him. We see more of Joah's acrobatic style of wrestling, which is an obvious source of frustration for Damien, and in a humiliating pinfall, Joah frees him of the rest of his encumbering singlet. As the action escalates, the difference between these wrestlers becomes more apparent. Damien's temper rises, and at one point the American flat-out refuses to pin Joah because he would rather punish him with a rear naked choke and thus prove he is "the bigger, better man." Joah remains relatively cool, with hardly a hint of exhaustion, but Damien's fits of fury make the man harder to take down and harder to escape. This much we can tell you: This battle won't end till one of the fighters is choked out cold. It's an all-out collision between two distinct ideas about athletic competition, featuring two BG East wrestlers whose fight styles are never less than electrifying. Veterans' Day With all the newcomers crowding the wrestling game, clamoring for attention and respect, every so often it's refreshing to see a couple of ruggedly good-looking veterans take to the mat to bust some bones together. Mitch Colby and Chris Bruce have been around the block. What they haven't seen already is probably not worth seeing. Mitch comes to Undagear 21 with eighteen previous BGE matches, facing big, small, skinny, pumped, young, old, you name him, he's met him and he'll knock his block off! Chris has been around even a bit longer, with twenty bouts under his belt, including some butt-baring battles and a legendary feud with Boston bad boy Mikey Vee. These guys have settled in, but they are far from settling down. Hot muscle daddies like these two hot, handsome studs have proven to only ripen with age, and now we are throwing them together to see which one kicks butt harder. This would be a top fantasymen matchup for most wrestling fans, but at BG East it gets real. So very real. Here's the setup: Pissed off because some punk kid no-shows for a scheduled match, Chris takes an angry chop at the wall and leaves the mat room for the weight machines. There he finds Mitch working out. Mitch overhears Chris muttering under his breath and asks what's up. "Can't depend on anybody nowadays," Chris complains. He explains the situation, and Mitch is sympathetic: "That pretty much sucks, dude." Kids these days! Fortunately, Mitch has a solution. How about a throwdown between the two of them, a couple of dependable veterans with some time on their hands? Might be fun. Might be hot. At the very least, it might be good for cooling off Chris's currently red-hot temper! And it's a good workout for the both of them. The size difference doesn't matter. Wrestling is all that matters. What could be more on the up-and-up than a friendly tussle between two experienced warhorses like these two, right? But this is BG East Wrestling, folks, and you can bet your ass nothing's ever going down as nice and easy as that! Oh hell no! Glutton for Punishment Mitch and Chris, wearing singlets now, square off in the mat room. They lock up, and soon Chris is stuck in one of Mitch's famous scissorholds. They're like vises, those holds. Even Chris's impressively thick muscle trembles under the pressure of Mitch's strong thighs clamping his waist. With great determination, Chris clambers to his feet, but Mitch doesn't let up, adding a headlock to the scissors. Trembling, Chris is forced to submit. Chris tries to play the good sport, but you can tell that inside he's seething. He's still sore at the punk kid for not showing up. Now he's sore at Mitch for flaunting his height and muscle advantage, playing the big nice guy on top of it all. What's more, he wants this win - badly. In a snap, Mitch has him in another scissors, then another, this time on the head. "You're a glutton for these!" Mitch gloats, with a good-natured chuckle. Chris's eyes shoot sparks. Ha the fucking ha, asshole. When, with great effort, Chris disentangles himself from yet another scissorhold, Mitch calls him "lucky." Chris winces at the word. The mat room is a steamy, sweaty hothouse now. The wrestlers lower their straps to fight bare-chested. "Out of breath?" Chris asks. "Not as much as you are," Mitch replies with a grin. "Never said I wasn't," Chris tries to explain, barely able to cough up the words, "us ... 'veterans,' you know." The two fight on with a glint in their eyes. "You look like you might be getting a little upset there," Mitch observes at one point. He has NO idea. The two brawny bodies shimmer in sweat. Mitch strikes a muscle pose, rolling his biceps up into solid balls the size of grapefruits. Suddenly, Chris snaps, goes ballistic, slamming his balled-up fists into Mitch's midsection. Shit is getting extra real now as Christopher Bruce, "fuckin' pissed now," starts choking big Mitch Colby. A brutal volley of gut punches, then Chris strips off Mitch's singlet and starts choking the man with it. Mitch fights back, and one thing we all know about Mitch is that the man fights fire with fire: "Like to play dirty? I can play dirty too." Better buckle up, because this ride's getting crazy fast. Mitch rips Chris's singlet off and starts feeding it to him for lunch. And hairier things are yet to come, in an all-out sweat-grunt-and-groan brawl that climaxes (amazingly!) with a bearhug competing against a chokehold to determine the ultimate winner. If only one finisher stretches your zipper this year, it will more than likely be this one, and it's only here for you at BG East. Along Came a Spider What happens when Eli and Z-Man agree to a throwdown in the BGE Florida mat room? All hell breaks loose, that's what. But then that's what you might expect from these two charismatic and nearly omnipresent underground wrestling stars. In this match you get all that, plus two or three mind-and wad-blowing things that will catch you totally by surprise. Both wrestlers are at their all-time physical best in this match. What's more, they both know it and revel in showing it off. Z-Man, always in top condition and perfectly groomed, has seldom looked better, all that pulchritude accented by a pair of very sexy, pouch-prominent briefs. Eli too is ripped and shredded beyond belief, those award-winning bas and that pretty butt highlighted by a rocking pair of sheer briefs. And both are eager to get their hands on each other for a bit of old-fashioned BGE-style roughhouse. This is Eli's ninth match at BGE, and Z-Man's tenth, Both have devoted followings but for very different reasons. Fresh from his explosive confrontation with the highly touted new heel wonder Lane Hartley, the Z-Man is a proven performer, having taken on the best competition the company has to offer, wrestlers you'd recognize by a single name: Cooper and Firestorm, for instance. He's acquitted himself well at BGE as well as on the MMA mats. The winner of the BGE audience awards for best abs of 2012 and 2013, Eli has been eager of late to test himself against bigger guys with big names, most recently taking on Cameron Matthews. Asked if he thought he could handle Z-Man, Eli scoffed, but then shrugged his shoulders noncommittally. "We'll find out," he said, eyes twinkling. Eli and Z-Man enter the brightly lit mat room in snug cotton briefs. Z asks if Eli's ready to wrestle. Eli answers, "I more so call it 'kicking your ass.'" Big words, just as we would expect from Eli. This kid is never short on confidence, even when facing an opponent four inches taller and over 30 pounds heavier than he is, as in this case. The fight starts. Eli moves like a spider zeroing in on his larger prey and wrapping it up in a tight, inescapable ball. His almost incessant commentary is just another way he shows off his knowledge of submission wrestling and MMA. He especially likes to announce his next move, along with a short description, and then to his opponent's amazement, Eli performs the move exactly as predicted. Muhammad Ali was pulling this trick back in the 1960s, but it never gets old. Yet Z-Man's size and power, as well as his own considerable skills, pose a significant challenge, and things don't go as easily as Eli might have hoped. Making a Splash Z-Man's muscle is luscious and a bit daunting. He's always had a great look, turning heads everywhere he went. But in the last year or two, he has seriously beefed up. On top of looking great, Z has dedicated himself to improving himself as a wrestler, both in the pro ring and on the mat. The results made a big splash in the underground wrestling world, and Z-Man has never been more successful and popular than right now. Eli's not intimidated in the least. He doubts that there's anything to Eli's muscle but show. Never one to mince words, Eli directly asks Z-Man if there's real strength behind the showy muscle. Z has heard these taunts before, but they never fail to get a rise out of him. He goes after Eli with a vengeance, surprising the usually cool and collected Eli Black and ultimately tapping him out with an impressive figure-four-slash-crab combination. In triumph, Z-Man pops his pecs and beats his chest, very Tarzan. Z-Man follows his victory with a tight, punishing bearhug. Eli's lean 26 inch waist makes for a tempting target for any bearhug practitioner and Z-Man has the power and technique to make it count. Eli struggles and suffers in Z's muscular grip and looks to be gasping his final breath as he melts in his opponent's killer grip. But suddenly, like a viper, Eli strikes back with a string of kicks and punches designed to weaken the muscle man and take him down hard. It's quite possible that Eli meant for Z-Man to react earlier exactly as he did, perhaps even seeing an initial loss of a submission fall as an acceptable risk to take, if for no other reason but to feel out his opponent and learn what he is capable of. Strategy or not, Z-Man's burst of aggression spurs Eli Black to respond even more aggressively than before. He wants revenge for that bearhug! Eli catches Z-Man in a killer figure-four choke, gaining the desired tapout, then going on to grab an immediate second submission, just to prove that he can. The momentum now turns in Eli's favor. With fewer words this time, Eli displays his wide knowledge of submission wrestling holds through action: chokes, figure fours, crucifix stretches, armbars, leglocks, scissors, and more. In the grand finale of Undagear 21, BG East gives you two of its best contrasting wrestlers at the top of their game in an unmissable battle of wills and alpha-status!