Here is a classic Tag Team match from Quebec Canada that I saw on YouTube — just the sort of match I always love. One of the Rougeau Brothers — I think Armand — is isolated in the ring by two nasty Heels. (With the commentary in French, I can’t really discern the wrestlers’ names.)
One Heel wears a red singlet and the other wears a black singlet with tights. The suffering hero wears a tight little pair of cherry red trunks that he can’t seem to stop from riding up on him.
I love wrestling dynasties like the Rougeaus in Canada or the Von Erichs in Texas where the daddy owns and operates the promotion, and all the sons portray the popular Baby-Faces. And each week, we see one of the sons tossed in the ring with some cruel bastard like theses bearded bad-asses and just getting utterly tortured.
I love to imagine the father, who dominated the wrestling ring in his glory days, watching the punishment in the back office and just shaking his head in disbelief and disgust over the submissiveness of his suffering son who wears tight little underwear in public. The kid joined this sport hoping to make his daddy and brothers proud, only to shame the family name by suffer a degrading and prolonged ass kicking. How pathetic!
Maybe it’s because I grew up on this style of pro wrestling, but my oh my, do I ever enjoy watching these big fat bearded Heels with their singlets stretched over their full bellies and their calm, confident expressions as they slowly, methodically work over the Baby-Face. They repeatedly crush the shirtless victim under their knees, double-team him whenever they tag in and out, and twist the fuck out of his poor arm.
And Rougeau was born to suffer, eating plateful after plateful of their arm punishment, kicking his legs around and showing off his ass and crotch in those skin-tight red briefs. He has a partner in long black tights waiting patiently outside the ring for a tag, but Rougeau can never seem to make it close enough to reach the tag. He must be dreading the conversation later with his father asking why he couldn’t fight back more.
At some point, Rougeau finally reached the tag, and that’s where my interest wanes and I go looking for another match with plenty of suffering. One nice thing about YouTube is you can quickly bring up another video the instant you’re bored of your current video (such as when the pathetic suffering and beautiful selling stops.)