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Eddy Rey vs Donnie Drake

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DescriptionEddy and Donnie are two of BGE's sexiest toughs. Donnie has undergone a startling metamorphosis, both in physique and in character. His body is getting stronger, its lines sleek, symmetrical, and firm. Simultaneously, he has developed ferocity not at all apparent when he first stepped into the BGE ring. Just recently he was honored with his second Wrestler Spotlight. In the opposite corner, Eddy matches Donnie pound for pound and inch for inch. Eddy's body is solid as a bullet. In his two previous bouts here, he has faced Lon Dumont, in a novel and deliriously exciting forced-to-flex match, and Aryx Quinn, whom he fought nearly to a standoff till he teamed up with The Boss to exact some savage and terrible punishment on the renegade Quinn. In both matches, which have not always worked out in his favor, Eddy exudes the flash and fire of his native Brazil. Bringing these two wrestlers together, then, is An Event. Here is a clash of two wrestling titans.

The very first thing we see is Eddy's crotch covered in lime-green spandex, his thick, hairy thighs flexing underneath, as he preens in front of the mirror. He is less beautiful than awe-inspiring (though he is, do not doubt it, a very beautiful man), built sturdy and strong, a born fighter. In his near nakedness, there is not even a milligram of vulnerability. The man is a brick wall. Donnie charges into the ring, railing at Eddy for stealing his lime-green tag-team tights. Confident and nonplussed, Eddy couldn't care less about the stupid trunks. He was just fucking with Donnie. A psychological ploy, which worked if what Eddy wanted was to fight a raging bull. He removes them to reveal his even skimpier trademark trunks, loosely laced over his gigantic bulge. Donnie snatches the green trunks, burned by the insult and disrespect. Fired up, the wrestlers throw a few punches and jump right into the action, obligatory Hunkbash posedown be hanged.

Eddy's cool head gives him the advantage. He tosses hothead Donnie into the turnbuckle and then slams him to the mat like a sack of grain. With a face that favors Jean-Claude Van Damme from some angles and Ravishing Rick Rude from others, while transcending both, Eddy evinces a confidence and composure that are proof of his ring experience. Eddy torments Donnie, savoring every minute of it, even as Donnie swears, through gritted teeth, to make him "pay for this." In a brilliant show of nerve, Eddy mounts Donnie's chest, pinning the man's arms with his boots, while he strikes double bicep poses towards the mirror, Donnie humiliatingly helpless as he kicks and swears underneath. There's something magnificent and gladiatorial about both these men. Nothing boyish or cute about either of them - they are formidable and highly capable men, in an epic confrontation of wills and muscles, in the manner of Gilgamesh and Enkidu.Donnie suffers from a vulnerable ego, but that's the only thing vulnerable about him. Bristling after Eddy's bravura humiliation of him, Donnie fights back, first arching Eddy into a wild and sexy variation of the boston crab, which pushes Eddy's face to the mat while ensuring that the two men's substantial packages bump provocatively (THANK YOU, Mister Cameraman!). "I'm a muscled-up pretty boy too," Drake says, with good reason, but with rage constricting his throat as he speaks, "and I got ... TALENT." He punctuates the last word with a vicious boot thrust to Eddy's lats, causing the handsome Brazilian to roll over, moaning, his face frozen in a grimace. This is sublime punishment.

Knowing a thing or two about humiliation as well, Donnie positions Eddy to face the mirror, so he can watch the spasms of pain flash cross his face as Donnie digs his knee into the man's backbone. Eddy grunts and writhes, trying to break free, sweat streaking his jaw line, his belly heaving in and out as he gasps for air. What follows is a nearly interminable assault on Eddy's back that, at the very least, is going to require two years of chiropractic care to repair. Donnie is unusually exhilarated by his victory, on some level aware that this primordial contest is fateful and climactic in both men's wrestling careers.

This match epitomizes everything the Hunkbash series means. We have two men in the best condition of their lives. Both are built like ultra-macho warriors in a video game, tall, massive men without an ounce of fear in their souls, willing, even impatient, to wager the highest stakes on the power of their bodies, the force of their wills, and the excellence of their combat skills. They give their all to the fight, determined to gain total mastery of the other and, further, make him feel the reality of that mastery in the core of his being.

"I'm begging you to get up for me," Donnie calls to Eddy, with as much sincerity as mockery in his voice. "I want you to give me your best shot." Nothing less than their best shots will do for these two studs, and the intensity and brutality of this contest make this one of those fights that will haunt your dreams and reveries for years to come. File this one under "pummeling," under "vengeance," under "unpredictable," under "vicious," under "beautiful", under "extraordinary" and, oh, most definitely, under "HOT." In a word: epic.
Added2015-05-28 21:20:40
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