Gallery 715 Trunk-Cam
	How many of you 80's fans remember Ricky Rice, the shorter stud standing chest-to-chest with his partner?  He was one of those handsome young grapplers who suffered an endless beating most of the match, only to come back and win at the last second.
	Young Ricky Rice struts around the ring giving his fans a chance to check out his muscular chest.  This hunk's hair, body, and face were always in perfect condition.
Ricky's opponent, Pistol Pete, is almost drooling as he waits for the bell to sound.  You can tell he is eager to lock up with the stud.
Ricky, in his baby-blue trunks, and Pete in his long tights circle each other slowly, like two wary dogs watching for an opportunity to strike.
They lock horns like rams defending their turf.  Ricky, in the skin-tight speedo, forces the larger man against the ropes.
	The camera-man seems to be focused on those bright blue trunks like a predator zoning on it's prey.  Ricky continues to struggle with Pistol Pete against the ropes as the ref tries to separate these eager grapplers.
	Now Pistol Pete gains the upper hand and pushes Ricky across the ring.  The photographer nearly drops the camera in his haste to maintain his focus on Ricky's ass.
The ref again struggles to pull these grunting beasts apart.  From this angle, we see the other photographer holding his camera at speedo level rather than filming the wrestlers' faces or bodies.
They untangle their bodies and Ricky again circles the ring.  This camera-man really needs some more training, because once again he is zooming in about three feet too low, failing to film Ricky's face!
	Ricky takes his larger opponent down with an Armbar, which is always the Baby-faces chance to flex and show off his physique.  I suppose that horny camera-man is now running around the ring trying to get behind the wrestlers again!
	Ricky continues to milk the hold, grinding and twisting his body.  He liked to wrestle in very short boots, similar to the short boots pro wrestlers wore back in the '20's and '30's.
But Pistol Pete is a wily veteran.  He breaks free and drags his handsome jobber around the ring like a puppy on a leash.
Now the vicious brute grips Ricky by the mullet to drive him full speed into the corner buckle.  Poor Ricky looks so vulnerable wearing just those blue briefs!
CRUNCH!!  The fans at ringside are outraged when they see Ricky's handsome face driven into the buckles like a pinball striking the bumpers.  How dare this animal destroy Ricky's perfect looks!?
	Finally Ricky is able to jump off the ropes and knock Pistol Pete down for a three-count.  The fans seem to like when Ricky wins after being humbled during the match by the larger man.
	Clearly one fan isn't comfortable with his attraction to this gorgeous hunk as he raises an insulting sign.  The sign might as well say "I get off on watching cute dudes wrestle, but I won't admit it."
Here is Ricky in the ring for another match.  He can't help but grin at the cheers and whistles he receives from the adoring fans as his name is announces.
The only thing hotter than a wrestler like Ricky Rice is a wrestler like Ricky Rice in white gear.  Even the ref seems to be stealing a glimpse of this young man's ring attire!
The ref locks eyes with the young stud and carries on a conversation as he slowly pats down his muscular body.  Is he searching this kid for weapons or just trying to cop a feel??
	Finally the bell rings and Ricky ties up Collar and Elbow with his barefoot Polynesian opponent, The Hurricane Kid.
	I think the same photographer is working the remote camera tonight!  Once again he zooms in on Ricky's wrestling trunks and cuts off his head.
	The powerful Polynesian forces Ricky against the ropes and the camera-man makes sure we can see every wrinkle and seam on that white speedo.
	Now the ref bitches at Ricky for pulling hair or something.  This ref knows Ricky would never cheat, but I think he gets off on bossing around cute dudes and acting tough.
I think the Hurricane Kid has stepped outside the ropes, so the ref has to scold him now.  It's hard to see what's going on across the ring because the camera-man is once again distracted.
Ricky applies his grinding Armbar as usual, letting the ref and all the fans take a few minutes to admire his hard body straining and flexing.
	But the Hurricane Kid escapes by hooking his thick leg over poor Ricky's throat and slamming it down onto his windpipe.
	Ricky is dazed, but the vicious beast won't let him rest.  He peels the pretty-boy off the mat with a handful of that perfect hair.
	Oh no!  Now this cheater has tossed the young hunk between the ropes, causing him to crash painfully onto the concrete floor!
The camera-man wastes no time rushing over to document this humiliating position.  Ricky does his job perfectly, rolling around at the fans' feet like he's humping the floor.
Ricky slowly pulls himself up off the floor, and we can see that he is wearing some skimpy underwear under those white trunks, thanks to the photographer's extreme close-up.
Meanwhite the ruthless Polynesian waits patiently for Ricky to come back for more punishment, and the angry ref shakes his finger in the cheater's face to scold him.
	All eyes are on Ricky's body as he stumbles around ringside like a drunken sailor.  His head must have struck the floor when he fell, so now he is dizzy.
	The Hurricane Kid can't wait to get his hands on Ricky Rice.  He slides out of the ring and molests his stunned victim in the bulging white trunks.
Ricky's limp body is dragged back into the ring for more abuse.  He can't even lift himself off the mat any more thanks to the barefoot  savage's relentless attacks.
Ricky refuses to submit to this beefy Polynesian!  He sails through the air to deliver his patented Cross-Body Block, knocking the air out of the larger man.
It's a bird.  It's a plane!  Ricky sails through the air like a Super-hero and delivers a stunning, picture-perfect Drop-Kick to the Hurricane Kid's chin.
	Ricky dives on his dazed opponent for another last second victory.  I think that's what they are doing, since all we see, once again, is his white speedo.
	They should probably fire this camera-man since he never seems to film the wrestler's faces.  But for some reason, the ratings seem to soar when he is running the camera during Ricky's matches.
At last, Ricky Rice faces the camera and the fans get to see his handsome, boyish smile.