Adrenaline Soaked

Adrian “The Adrenaline” Matthews took a nice beating on the 8/28/17 episode of West Coast Wrestling Connection (WCWC).

Adrian is the hottest, and least clothed, young talent in WCWC.  He is dressed, as usual, in his snug black vinyl trunks with red waistband and tall white jobber boots.

The big fat Heel who is kicking Adrian’s pert little ass this week is named Clutch Kucera.  His Tag Team partner and fellow gang member (dressed identically in loose-fitting tank top and dollar bill shorts) is watching from ringside.

We see that Adrian is out-matched and vulnerable.  He is smaller, less experienced, and far more naked than his big mean opponent, who has back-up from the other “Bonus Boy” watching from just outside the ring.  This is just the sort of unfair scenario that makes me love wrestling.

Clutch is more than the rookie can handle.

Adrian plays into the role of the Dumb Rookie or Dumb Jock, trying to lift and Body-Slam the big brute, but failing.

Adrain’s spine gives out and he falls backward, the fat beast crushing him under the momentum.  Adrian then squirms around in pain and we feel pity for the poor dumb hunk.

Clutch gets rough with Adrian’s spandexed ass.

Clutch demonstrates that he can do whatever he wants to this pretty-boy, disrespecting him with a wedgie as he bum-rushes the bitch out of his ring.

The jobber is left to roll around on the floor, totally Eye Candy for the horny fans as he picks the spandex out of his crack.

By the way, today is the 17th anniversary of my original Wrestling Arsenal website.  It was on 9/3/2000 when I posted my first gallery to the old website.  What better way to celebrate 17 years than to blog about an up-and-coming (and gorgeous) young Future Star acting out a classic pro wrestling trope that entertained us over 17 years ago: the Out-Matched But Heroic Young Hopeful.  (Was Adrian Matthews even out of diapers when I started blogging?)

The Heel partner outside the ring — Sugar Brown — gives me a nice anniversary present by illegally stomping the jobber under his sexy golden wrestling shoes (which I’m kind of obsessed with.)    Adrian sells it nicely, showing us lots of crotch and kicking and pretty white boots in the air.

I think they train pro wrestlers not to look right into the camera, not to break the “fourth wall.”  But Clutch disregards this rule several times, staring directly into the camera which feels intimidating and threatening and kind of thrilling.  It’s like he’s engaging us in the wrestling, watching us watch him.

If at first you don’t succeed…

Again the fool-hardy rookie tries for a Crotch-And-Lift, and again he can’t handle the weight of his massive opponent.

How many times must this kid be crushed under Clutch’s body weight, squirming around and holding his lower back in pain, before he learns his lesson??  (I hope he tries it at least eight more times…)

Well THAT is just simply beautiful!

I always like it when a trapped wrestler kicks a leg repeatedly.  I don’t know why I dig that, it just feels sexual, like masturbating.

His face registers the pain of his opponent’s rear assault.

Damn, this cute kid is great at selling his pain.  It’s like the WCWC didn’t teach him how to wrestle, they taught him how to suffer (and that’s the only skill he needs in my opinion.)

The camera fixates on his manly, square-jawed face, contorting in sublime and exquisite agony, as the enemy slams into his lower back.

After serving up a nice prolonged (and arousing) bout of punishment, the gang-bangers cheat to defeat their White Meat Baby-Face.

Sugar Brown climbs onto the ring apron to slug Adrian across the face, knocking him out cold so Clutch can arrogantly stand on his chest to pin him.

(That’s mostly true — Clutch actually rolled up and covered Matthews for the victory but I dig this image of the shirtless stud pinned under foot, so I’m portraying this moment of humiliation as the ultimate defeat.  It’s hotter this way.)