"Touch yourself! NOW!"
Dio Characi heard the chorus of fans crying out for more of the Brazilian hunk's seductive wrestling style. He's back at BG East with some new ink and somehow an even bigger ego, as accolades and awards continue to shower down on the Top Babyface. "That looks good," the Brazilian beauty says what we're all thinking, as he admires his own six pack abs, bulging biceps and gorgeously perky pecs that opponents can't keep their hands off of. "Are you enjoying the view," he asks newcomer Nick Adonis, when he catches the muscle hunk checking out what all the fuss is about, with Dio flexing and worshiping his own muscles in the ring.
Nick is hardly a shrinking violet. He's solid as carved granite, with luxuriously thick and beautiful muscles. Dio can't keep his eyes or hands off of Nick's bulging biceps and massive pecs, pronouncing them "quite impressive" in that blunt and understated way that the Brazilian cherub has of dishing out careful portions of praise. "My hands can barely fit," Dio marvels, stretching the fingers of both hands and only just managing to circumnavigate the new muscle hunk's flexing upper arm. "But," Dio immediately turns his double-edged compliment to challenge Nick's cocky confidence, "I don't know if they're strong, though."
Nick wastes no time getting down to business demonstrating for Dio that all of those thick, glistening muscles aren't just for show. A brutal forearm chop to Dio's perky pecs sends the Brazilian flying backward into the ropes, stunned by the newcomer's power. He pounds the Brazilian beauty in the corner, joining the long line of opponents who can't resist targeting Dio's lovely round pecs.
However, Dio is back with more than just new tattoos. No longer a rookie, he navigates the ring with fresh confidence and skill. When one of Nick's huge forearms swings for his pretty face, looking to inflict blunt force trauma, Dio deftly executes a graceful back handspring to bounce out of harm's way. His control of his body, awareness of the ring, and new acrobatic moves to add to his arsenal make this a whole new babyface wrestler!
Both hunks can't help but admire each other's aesthetics, power, and stubborn refusal to submit. The mutual muscle worship grows hungrier the harder they wrestle and the sweatier their bodies get. The desire to dominate and win merges seamlessly into a shared lust to possess and control each other's stunning muscles. There's just one decisive winner, but nobody leaves the ring less than completely satisfied with the pleasure of testing, seducing, and forcing each other to flex and stroke their gorgeous bodies.