The mental exercise of crowning "favorites" among the homoerotic wrestlers that I enjoy watching fascinates me. I get attached to my overall favorites. I don't want to let them go, to let someone unseat them once I've said out loud, "This guy rocks me harder than just about anybody else." So regular readers will back me up when I say that it doesn't happen often that one of my favorites is replaced. Today is just such a momentum occasion, however. Mitch Colby has held the title of my favorite homoerotic wrestling pornboy or at least top contender for that title almost without pause since I started keeping track of such things. I find Mitch's body profoundly moving, and there's an authenticity to his wrestling that, without fail, has the effect of making it nearly impossible for me to tear my eyes away from him as he grunts, strains, flexes and crushes his way through one opponent after another. I'm deeply aroused by the sight of Mitch's focused concentration as he picks apart some lucky loser, and I'm arguably even a little more aroused to watch Mitch throw everything he's got at some superhuman freak only to be conquered and dominated in the end. Any new release with Mitch is instantly at the top of my to-buy list.
|Mitch got those beautiful abs of his tested hard in Florida Fights 3|
However, all that said, his latest new release came out in a batch of fantastic BG East wrestling that figuratively positioned Mitch side-by-side with a certain ferocious, rumbling bundle of nerves, nerve and sexuality that I've had my eye on for quite some time. I simply couldn't ignore the juxtaposition of Mitch's Florida Fights 3 bout and my growing crush on a certain grappler from Mat Scraps 1. While it's certainly not that I don't love Mitch's high impact ring battle with Vlad Varek, I cannot help but note that Skrapper's mat scrap against epic coverboy Z-Man has catapulted the skrappy one over top of favorite emeritus Mitch. It's been a rare day in neverland that Mitch has been out of the the top two, but today I'm lustfully and enthusiastically elevating Skrapper to the position of number 1 contender for the title as my favorite homoerotic wrestling pornboy - right behind a dangerously quiet Trent Diesel.
|The new #1 contender to the title of my|
Favorite Homoerotic Wrestling Pornboy
I'm just going to put it right out there. I do not believe that Skrapper is pretty. I do, however, think he's sexy... as... HELL. Typically I wax poetic about the size and heft of my favorite wrestler's bulges, but Skrapper is a different story. Not to say that he doesn't have a gorgeous ass and more-than-a-mouthful of a package, but the first words that pop into my mind in contemplating Skrapper's physique are lean, lanky, and wiry. He's got beautifully conditioned muscles in all the right places, but he's no pretty coverboy with low slung pecs or massive biceps. At 5'10" and 145 pounds, he's an astonishingly tight package without an ounce of bodyfat or merely gym toned muscle. He's got an unconventionally handsome face with awesomely kissable lips and an aristocratic nose. I'd pick him out of any crowd as someone I'd desperately want to notice me. And if he did, and if he opened his mouth to speak, I'd be a goner.
|"You're losing so fast, dude!"|
|Beat that shit-eating grin off of face, Skrapper!!!|
|Driving home the point that you might want to just leave a|
sleeping Skrapper lie.
Skrapper does not always win his matches. This is not a problem, and indeed it can heighten a wrestler's allure as far as I'm concerned, if he makes the most of even a loss. Take, for example, Skrapper's eventual loss at the hands of AJ Lyle in Undagear 17. Seriously, justice is on Skrapper's side. He was just sleeping in the BG East matroom when AJ comes in, wakes him up, and tries to bully him out of his way. Fast-forward to the end of this scrap and you'll be treated to Skrapper stripped naked and battered into complete and helpless exhaustion as the sweaty victor climbs on to use the skrappy one like his own electric blanket. Now rewind back to the beginning again, and watch how fucking irrepressible Skrapper is every single second of this match. True enough, he takes the loss and humiliation in the end. I sort of suspect he may have just had a hankering for a taste for giving up a cock-to-cock submission. But any way you slice it, pause the DVD at pretty much any point in the relentless battle, and you're likely to see Skrapper firmly in charge or battling his way back from getting tossed around by his bigger opponent. Win or lose, you get the impression that Skrapper never really relinquishes the reins of psychological control in a match.
|Kid Vicious & Skrapper's understandable mutual admiration in Sexy Showdown 5: Florida Fun|
|It's not easy, but clearly it's rewarding to take|
Skrapper firmly in hand
|Passing the torch|
|I call next!|
It seems hard for most of Skrapper's opponents to resist the temptation to slide their tongues between those beautiful lips sooner or later. Skrapper's one victory, prior to knocking Z-Man out cold and wreaking divine retribution on behalf of all of us who've screamed at our computer screens when the coverboy broke character and grinned like a Cheshire cat, was a lightweight battle for the books against perennial jobber Skip Vance. Seriously now. If Skrapper can make the likes of Brook Stetson work his 240 pound ass off to finally tame the feral beast, 135 pound Skip was doomed from well before the start of their Wrestleshack rendezvous. Gorgeously naked bodies, crushed and battered, seamlessly meld into sweat-soaked, fully aroused paramours. Skip hardly seems to mind Skrapper prying his face to the side with a handful of Skip's hair in order to lock lips and grind crotches.
I'm sure Mitch will always work me hard, but it's a lightweight, lanky, skater punk wildcat with an obvious lust to dominate that leaves him so loathe to submit that even the big, big boys have no choice but to knock him out cold and carry him from the mat in order to make him quit, who's in undisputed possession of the top contender spot in my rankings of homoerotic wrestling pornboys who turn me on. And a little word of advice to Trent Diesel: you'd better get your ass back out on the mat soon, pretty boy, because there's a feral, lanky unstoppable force of nature with a wildly sexy bass voice and a complete lack of awareness of when to give up who's ready to plow you into second place... dude!