You may be wondering why I’m blogging about Garrett Thomas again already when I just wrote up one of his matches four days ago.
Well, first of all, I’m growing obsessed with this shredded hunk and his dominance in the ring.
And second of all, I want to warn you that the bargain price of $45 for this pack of 16 matches that were filmed with no audio will be going up tomorrow. So act now if you want some great wrestling action at a huge discount. And just think, with no audio, the neighbors won’t hear all that grunting and groaning.
Here is Garrett’s latest victim in the match pack: a cute new guy named Channing Travolta. I suppose his name is a cross between Channing Tatum and John Travolta?
(By the way, for you younger readers, the title of this article refers to a 1983 disco movie starring John Travolta. And “disco” by the way is a flashy style of dancing to synthesized club music.)
Channing had me at the first Body-Slam, which he sells wonderfully. Arching his back and really showing off his agony. I’m sort of glad I don’t have the audio, because hearing his groans might have sent me over the edge already and I’d never get through this recap.
Garrett slams Channing’s ass about a dozen times, and each one is sold beautifully.
One problem with some underground matches is the jobber can be TOO submissive, a total dead lay.
But Channing is an active jobber, a real power bottom who puts all his energy into his dramatic suffering. I’m already a fan of his.
He steals the spotlight from ripped Garrett Thomas over and over again, which is quite a feat when you look at Garrett’s spectacular physique and shiny gold briefs.
And we might as well address the elephant in the room — Travolta’s bulging white trunks. It’s always a rare pleasure when just the right wrestler finds just the right pair of trunks.
Yes, the look is enticing and utterly distracting. Yes, you will stare at them the whole time. Yes, they make the $45 price already worth it.
And then Garrett inflicted a series of crushing, grinding Scissors — whipping his hair about and thrusting his hips to really pour on the pressure.
I soon had a common wrestling blogger’s problem (and it’s a good problem to have) of just too damn many great animations and sexy screen caps than I could ever fit in this article, I mean, I need to go to work at some point today (I’m late again because of Garrett Thomas and his powerful thighs!)
The flexing and straining, the selling, the camera-work — it’s all top notch Scissor torture even without the verbal cues — which I can guess were also stellar.
If you are a Scissor-lover like me, you will find the $45 price tag well worth it, even if you delete the other 15 matches and just keep this one.
Garrett is like a lion with his long mane and whiskers, and he is sleek and lean, stalking his prey like a cat. There is definitely something exotic and rare and awesome about him.
Channing performs another Body-Arch after enduring this Sidewalk Slam. I love jobbers who do that. I now love Channing Travolta even more than I do Channing Tatum and John Travolta combined.
Garrett forces Channing to tap out. To a fucking Body-Scissor. You don’t see that every day in the modern wrestling ring.
Did Kevin von Erich ever force a Body-Scissor submission back in the 1980’s? If so, that’s probably the last time it happened.
