|Description||Joah Bindao is BG East's very own international man of mystery. The Boss has him on speed dial, but no one else seems to know where the compact, bronze muscle man comes from. His native tongue? It isn't English, but his English-language skills communicate in a sensual sort of beat poetry as he mutters to himself from the moment he steps into the room with MMA phenom, Eli Black, warming up in the ring. Like Eli, Joah is 5'5" but he's got the muscle size and proportions of one of the big boys. And speaking of big boys! The huge bulge in the front of his trunks holds its own tantalizing mystery.
Eli Black is no mystery at all. He puts 100% of himself on the line when he climbs in the ring, and he's got the heart of a lion to go with his MMA and amateur wrestling credentials. Eli is never at a loss for words, and most often his choice of words are bold, in your face predictions of his destiny to beat down and punish any opponent foolhardy enough to climb in the ring with him. He's loathe to admit defeat, but the one BG East defeat that sticks in his craw is his brutal ab-crushing humiliation at the hands and boots of Morgan "The Mastodon" Cruise in Gut Bash 9. With his abs and his ego on the line, Eli is back to headline his own Gut Bash release, but this time he's determined to be the basher. His MMA training has opened up an entirely new level of brutal offense at his command, and he's back for an all-abdominal assault to wipe away the nightmares from Gut Bash 9. Eli sets his sights on the gorgeously rippled six-pack of the Mohawk headed, indecipherable bundle of muscle and grace that is Joah Bindao.
"You skinny ass boy," Joah mutters in his thick accent, more to himself than to Eli. "I'm gonna rip you!" Eli stands his ground, wide-legged and challenging. "I'd like to see you try!" he snarls back with a fierce hunger to regain face from Gut Bash 9.
Eli punches the accelerator before Joah realizes the match has begun. A monkey flip sends the high flyer across the ring. By the time Joah reaches his feet again, Eli is already there sweeping his legs out from underneath him and dropping him back to his fine ass. A fireman's carry into a slam, and Eli follows up with a knee to Joah's gut, to start to soften up that sexy six-pack. Outmaneuvered and outhustled at every turn, Joah is tossed and pounded from corner to corner, as Eli slowly but surely starts to focus his assault on breaking down BG East's international man of mystery starting with his core. "Stay down!" Eli advises when Joah struggles to clear away the cobwebs and peel himself off the mat. Maybe it was just lost in translation, but Joah ignores his opponent's advice and pries himself back up for more. He's not about to let this 'skinny boy' make a fool of him! Joah's prospects for any offense at all in this match are looking terrible well into the fray. Eli spears him in the gut with his shoulder (the move that marked the beginning of the end for Eli in Gut Bash 9). Tossed into the corner, Joah can do little else but wilt underneath the barrage of knee drives, stomps, and punches pounding into his midsection. Eli's abdominal stretch applied to perfection displays Joah's mountainous package quivering with each brutal fist raining down into his gut. It's looking bad for humpy Bindao!
"Now it's time to end this!" Eli snarls, "The Eli Special!" A triangle chokehold quickly takes Joah to the edge of going out cold before he finally taps out. "I may be lean," Eli crows, reminding Joah of calling him a skinny ass boy, "but I'm totally mean!" And he means it!
Eli's confidence, which is seldom ever lacking, soars through the roof as he admires the destruction written on Joah's aching body and the consternation written large on his opponent's face as he tries to regain his feet. Eli's speed and technical skill have made his powerful opponent little more than his plaything. "See this perfect 8-pack right here?" he taunts Joah. "Perfect muscle and everything, defined by God himself? I'll let you hit them, with no consequence. But in return, I get to do the same to you. Blow for blow."
The sexy belly boys trade blows, one by one, beating each other's guts to see which one drops to the mat first. Both of their midsections are beet red as fists methodically fly back and forth. It's hard to tell who's taking the worst of the bashing, until Joah has had enough and instead of a fist to the gut, he lands a forearm to Eli's balls. "You weren't expecting that, were you?" Joah mutters as he struts, congratulating himself.
Tables turned, Eli becomes the plaything. Joah lets loose with a stream of muttering contempt paired with devastating domination. Trapped in the ropes, Eli's ripped abs turn a bright red as Joah repeatedly drags him upward by his trunks only to pummel him back down with his fist. With Eli's middle softened up, Joah snaps on a bearhug that makes Eli scream, but not give. Joah handily flips him into an inverted bearhug, cranking on the small of Eli's back as the MMA fighter screams louder. "I know what you like!" Joah repeats over and over, brutalizing his bashed opponent with almost maniacal focus.
Eli has dug himself a deep, deep hole. His crushing humiliation of Joah in the first fall comes back to haunt him as his mysterious opponent is determined to exact blow for blow, hold for hold retribution. Whether even tough-as-nails Eli Black has enough tenacity to shift the momentum back his way is in doubt until the very end of the match, as one of these fierce hunks is trapped in another triangle choke hold. This time, however, the victim refuses to tap out, and when all is said and down, he's choked out cold, and his conqueror literally kicks his ass he walks away from the ring the winner
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