Brian Fury has always wrestled as the adorable, heroic Smaller Guy — like a Justin Gabriel or Finn Balor, taking a beating from larger guys for the majority of his time inside the ropes. When he strips down to his yellow gear, he seems even more breakable.
When I see his big monster opponents looming over him, I always get that same dizzying sense of excitement and danger I felt as a child — that my poor, plucky little hero is going to be killed or injured by these rabid beasts — like when my fragile young Kevin, Curt, or Tommy got in the ring with an Ox, Butcher, or Mad Dog.
With his butch leather gladiator costume and bulky frame, Warbeard is the perfect barbarian monster to ravish and dominate my Brian. My boy doesn’t stand a chance!
Fury never disappoints with his ring gear selections. I first blogged about him nearly ten years ago in March, 2009 on my old Wrestling Arsenal website, posting images of Brian in many different trunks (all of them skimpy and sexy.) This is what first caught my eye — his willingness to wrestle in basically underwear.
Now almost a decade since we first met him, Fury is on his retirement tour — still sporting his too-small little bikini trunks. (Hottest retiree I’ve ever seen…)
Check out Warbeard bouncing off the ropes like a 180-pound High Flyer, using his massive bulk, paired with deadly momentum, to just waste our helpless, vulnerable Fury!
Warbeard lifts and slams Fury to emphasize his strength advantage. The erotic appeal of this type of match has always been the power dynamic between Cute Victim and Ruthless Monster — the exhaustion and weakness of the relatable, friendly Hero contrasted with the utter ruthless dominance of the ugly, vicious monster.
The suggestive position of this pin attempt implies a ravishing of the defenseless pretty-boy.
Like so many appealing Baby-Faces before him, Fury works the “Refuse to Lose” gimmick, his exposed body absorbing more abuse and insane pounding while we sit on the edge of our seats, worried for him and hard as rocks.
Just surrender, I always think to myself — don’t let this animal break something in you and put you out of rasslin forever! Why oh why are my rule-abiding heroes always placed in these unfair situations? (especially the guys who wear bright, tight trunks…) It’s as if our love for these Good Guys, and our horny feelings over their devastation, was used to addict us to rasslin.
I enjoyed this sexy spot, with Warbeard waiting up on the corner buckles with his legs spread.
He catches Fury’s neck between his thick thighs and pounces down to crush the dude’s ribs under his massive bulk. What awesome Fat Man Offense — my poor fragile Fury! He has no chance against this barbarian (and nothing could be hotter.)
An anguishing Boston Crab nearly has our unbreakable Superboy tapping in submission. But Brian continues to Refuse to Lose — which means we will continue to enjoy more of his suffering.
The sheer mass of Warbeard makes this hold seem especially Spine-Snapping — exactly the level of torture that makes us further pity and praise this lovable whipping boy.
And Fury sells wonderfully, throughout this match as throughout his entire career. He understands the drama and excitement we feel over a good looking guy in endless agony.
Fury is able to repay the Boston Crab abuse he suffered early, forcing the Big Man to tap out to this devastating hold.
Warbeard must not have the same level of heart and determination as our Fury, who was able to endure the pure pain of being bent in the wrong direction.
Great match and great career by Fury, who as far as I know portrayed the incorruptible, endlessly suffering and rule-abiding Good Guy without any turns to the Dark Side. When a guy is this cute and friendly looking, he kind of needs to remain the hero. This offers him more opportunities to work on his suffering, which is epic.
Farewell and thanks for all the trunks!
Love it when Hanson grabs his hair and slaps his handsome face after the vicious Boston Crab.