The swole body-builders wearing black trunks in this match are known as the “Premier Gods” — Papadon and Tony Nese. Both are always fun to watch in singles matches, so forming these studs into a Tag Team just doubles our pleasure.
Their opponents in this recently posted YouTube match are Milk Chocolate: Randy Summers and Brandon Watts. You may notice that the Milk Chocolate guys are small and slight to be pro wrestlers (especially compared to the Gods), so their punishment is inevitable.
Summers is tied in knots by Nese.
What I enjoy about this match is the same thing I usually enjoy about pro wrestling — the one-sided-ness of it, the unfair power advantage enjoyed by the big Premier Gods over the cute guys. Not only are the Gods larger and stronger, but they can wrestle too! Check out this innovative pretzel hold by Nese on the submissive Randy Summers!
Papadon always seems like he wants to hurt somebody.
Summers and Watts — the boys of Milk Chocolate — normally present a flamboyant, queer-as-can-be vibe in their matches. For example, one of their trademark moves is to bend an opponent over the middle rope while one partner twerks his ass behind their victim and the other partner shakes it in the humiliated opponent’s face.
For this match, Milk Chocolate keeps their sissified antics on the down-low because they’re portraying the Good Guys. They want the (primarily hetero) audience to love them and cheer for them, so they’re playing it straight, pretty much.
Papadon breaks Summers across the hard ring edge.
I should really blog about this “Greek God” Papadon more often. What a hard-ass Bad Guy, I love him. He plays so fucking rough, his offense conveying extra brutality and viciousness — bringing a level of sadistic abuse that is maybe unnecessary.
I wonder if the other guys dread having to wrestle him because he always tries to hurt them, it appears. Here, for example, he hoists up poor Randy and SLAMS the smaller dude right down on the dreaded ring apron (which they always tell us has no padding or bounciness.)
And look at what Papadon does to little Randy Summers here — he hoists the jobber up int0 Suplex position, but instead of falling back to flip his victim over, he drops straight down, basically Pile-Driving Summers on the back of his head. What the hell, Papadon — are you trying to hurt this poor kid??! (Never change.)
Randy Summers is just small enough that these two Body-Builders can pick him up and throw him around at will. That easy mastery of the smaller man, that cocky domination and sense of entitlement, are what make matches like this a huge turn-on for me!
Papadon continues to rough up Summers.
The ref allows the dirty Two-on-One bullshit!
Dominating over poor Randy Summers, the Premier Gods sell us on their strength and power — the natural advantage of their greater masculinity and, presumably, bigger cocks.
Watts takes abuse from the Gods as well.
As the white dude on the Milk Chocolate team, Randy Summers serves as the Jannetty for his team, eating the larger portion of the Heels’ offense. I’ve seen Randy in many other matches (both mainstream and not-so-mainstream) and he sells so beautifully, it’s no wonder he is the designated Face-in-Peril. Plus I think he gets off on being humiliated in public.
However, Randy’s partner Brandon Watts does take a few turns in the barrel. Here Randy lies exhausted in the foreground, watching as Papadon inflicts a gorgeous Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker on Watts.
Oops -- Watts booted his own partner in the face!
Near the end of the match, we witness a break-down in the usually perfect relationship within Milk Chocolate. After Papadon rolls safely out of the way, Watts mistakenly kicks poor Summers right in the noggin. Could this signal the beginning of the end of their male-male bond?
The distraction enables Papadon to apply the Piledriver
With Summers stunned and Watts distracted, Papadon is able to maneuver Watts into Pile Driver position and wipe him out. Damn Papadon, why do you have to be so brutal on these little cute guys? Don’t you know those extra-sadistic tactics are driving us wild here?
Even though it was inevitable that these two big Men In Black would chew up and swallow Milk Chocolate, it was still a great pleasure to watch this play out. I may have left out some offense by Milk Chocolate to make this match seem more one-sided than it really was, but damn — seeing these big men in complete control is really what I’m interested in seeing.
