Money Shot

Wow — Dirty Money.  I like this wrestler.  I like his awesome physique, his cocky swagger, obviously his bulgey pink trunks, and even his shiny silver Superhero boots.  He even has the Superman “S” logo on the back of his trunks.  I found this match of his — against smarmy cheater Brandon Scott — recently posted to the Vanguard Championship Wrestling (VCW) YouTube channel.

We soon see who the Dickhead is.

When Brandon Scott enters the scene, we learn right away that he and his good-looking manager in the red shirt are sadistic bullies.  The cute announcer didn’t even say or do anything wrong, and Brandon slaps the poor dude in the face!

I am liking this VCW federation.  The wrestlers are hot, the managers look great, even the commentators calling the action are stunning.

I like when they use a Scissor to escape a Headlock.

Dirty Money dominates the early minutes, establishing himself as the Power-house and Super-hero in this bout.   Why have I not blogged about this Hunk before??   His snug pink trunks and his opponent’s red briefs compete for my attention as they rassle around together feeling each other out.

In the classic days of pro wrestling, Dirty Money would’ve portrayed a Heel — flamboyantly dressed, arrogant (with very good reason), impossibly strong.  Cute young Brandon Scott would be a White Meat Babyface.  The name “Brandon” is a perfect pretty-boy name.

But in this modern scenario, the script is flipped — Dirty Money is our beloved hero, and Brandon is the dickhead.

We know Brandon is a Dickhead because he hangs around with this gorgeous but sadistic manager.

The manager does his job by getting involved in the match a few times (which always trips my trigger), distracting the ref at key moments, scratching Dirty Money’s back, etc.  His coffee thermos is even used as a weapon.

There goes all his manly strength.

The power shifts to Brandon when Dirty Money ascends the ropes and falls onto the turnbuckle, his Baby-Makers busted as he curls up and dies.

This is the most authentic way to portray the Superhero’s loss of power and conversion to an utterly submissive ragdoll — bust his balls, ruin his manhood.

Dirty Money gets really submissive really fast — just allowing Brandon to punish him and harm him, his powerful body subdued as he absorbs the abuse.

His powerful physique and dark complexion give him a masculine persona, but his pink and silver gear, his near nudity, inject a sense of feminine beauty.  This gender bending always adds a kinky, sexy vibe to a wrestling match.  I need to see more of this Dirty Money in action!

A good jobber knows not to roll away from the Flying Fist-Drop.

Brandon Scott is fun to watch as he kicks the shit out of Dirty Money.  Here he kisses his fist before leaping off the ropes like Tarzan and driving it into the helpless rag-doll’s forehead.  I love subtle little touches like that.

Brandon and his manager act so entitled and cocky — laughing after slapping the commentator, cheating relentlessly.  It’s a nice mind-fuck to observe.

Finally Dirty Money has had enough abuse from this back-biting little pip-squeak.  He punches the cute manager in the face, but this distraction enables Brandon to strike from behind.

Brandon wallops Dirty Money with the coffee thermos (filled with coins) and knocks him out cold.

What a Dickhead! (I love Brandon Scott.)

Perfect ending to a perfect match:  Brandon poses over the defeated muscle-stud, dumping the cupful of coins onto his chest as if he’s soiling him.  Here is some dirty money for you, all over your body.

You better believe I’ve added VCW to the growing list of wrestling channels I follow on YouTube.  There is so much awesome pro wrestling available now it’s just ridiculous.  I need to quit my job and watch it all.