Street Fighters

The Washington Bullets are a kick ass Tag Team who dominate the Indy federations on the East Coast.  Jon is the beefier stud on our left, and Trey is his leaner, meaner partner.  I am a sucker for matching trunks, especially fully stuffed banana hammocks, so I am digging those peach and purple briefs with a yellow star on the back.

The Bullets tricked a pair of white chumps — Tracer X and Rob Killjoy — into a No Disqualification, Falls Count Anywhere, Street Fight.  This brutal brawling is right up the Bullets’ alley.  They work together to pick apart the hapless suburban boys one at a time.

I mostly wanted to capture that close-up of their snug spandex trunks.

I like the team name:  Washington Bullets.  It sounds good and dangerous for a Heel team.

I also like the name Tracer X for the pale hard-body in the black trunks.  His name reminds me of “Racer X” — a mysterious masked character from the old Speed Racer cartoon of my youth.  Racer X looked like a masked pro wrestler, so you know I was always a fan.

Yup, even THAT is legal in a Street Fight.

Check out this cruel bullshit.  Jon entangled Tracer’s left arm through the seat of a metal chair.  Then Trey slaps another chair down to bust the poor kid’s arm!  DAYUM!

This cold-blooded brutality sent Tracer X back to the locker room for medical attention, which means the Bullets get to focus their combined assault on poor, lonely Rob Killjoy.

Bet you wish you had your partner here to help, huh?

We get the sense that the white team had no idea what they were getting into when they agreed to this “Street Fight.”  The Washington Bullets on the other hand probably participate in violent brawls in their ‘hood like every day and twice on Sundays.

These thugs think it’s funny to drive their victim’s face into wooden bleachers — note that grin on Jon’s face as Killjoy flops broken on the floor.

Trey tries to snap his neck.

I’ve always loved this classic rasslin’ move where the attacker clamps his victim’s head between his knees, then jumps up and stomps his feet, snapping the punk onto his back dizzy and injured.

You wonder why this simple jumping maneuver would even hurt the victim, but the over-selling of the move is what makes it somehow even more hot.  As if the Heel said, “You BETTER sell this bullshit move or I’ll REALLY hurt you!”

Call me sadistic, but I love watching these brutal, confident Heels kicking the shit out of their over-whelmed victims.  They strut around the ringside area flexing and pea-cocking, occasionally stomping or punching the submissive chumps who dared to face them in a Street Fight.

The match was perhaps not as one-sided as I’ve described it, but it’s hotter the way I tell it.

What a brave warrior is Tracer X!

Despite his injured arm, Tracer X boldly (or foolishly) returns to the fight, climbing the corner ropes to rescue his partner with some High Flying assault.  This establishes him as a heroic figure, willing to put his body on the line to save his friend and take revenge on these brawling bad boys.  The camera captures his climb up the corner post from an unusual vantage.

The mysterious stranger is strong as an ox!

Next, some big brute enters the ringside area, presumably to help beat down Tracer X and Rob Killjoy.  Tracer leaps off the top rope only to be caught in mid-air like a beach towel blowing in the wind.

The big man proceeds to slam the smaller man which helps his buddies defeat the young high-fliers.  This is what they get for agreeing to No Disqualification!

The Bullets win and exit with their gold belts.

This was a fun bout — I liked the psychology of the Thugs against the Frat Boys and of course the frequent double-teaming — always a thrill for me.  These Bullets did a great job beating down the heroic pretty-boys.

They make me want to watch more of their matches, which is the sign of a good Tag Team.  Stay tuned, Washington Bullet fans!