|Lon Dumont: my instant infatuation|
|Lon is all smiles and good natured respect before a match|
Lon was a finalist for votes in BG East's Top Heel of 2012, but honestly, I think he's hard to pigeonhole. He typically starts out a match on an optimistic note. He's usually the first to show some respect for an opponent. Out of the starting gate, Lon is more self-assured, good-natured, and witty than vicious, snarling or hell-bent on humiliation. But then poke him a bit, as opponents always do, and you'll get a rise out of him. He'll go from 0 to 60 in a split second. It's common to hear Lon muse wistfully, "It didn't have to be this way," in brief pauses between pounding the shit out of a dazed and confused opponent. I get the impression Lon would enjoy it if his wrestling matches were gentlemanly contests of strength, skill and stamina between mutually respectful athletes. Is this the mindset of a heel? I'm not sure. Then again, once he's been provoked, once yet another cocky hunk has miscalculated the incredibly lean, aesthetically gorgeous physique star, the depth of his snarling, punishing cruelty is an astonishing thing to watch. Thus provoked, the brutality stretching from corner to corner, trapped in the ropes, hair pulled, contempt raining down as Lon isn't satisfied with literal victory, but insists on delivering complete humiliation and ego crushing psychological domination, certainly has the strong whiff of a highly accomplished heel.
|Big Joe shows no respect|
In Lon's terribly mismatched ring battle with giant Joe Robbins in Gut Bash 8, he invited the massive side of beef in the ring with him to compare physiques. As with most masses of muscle who climb into the wrestling ring, Joe is looking at different criteria in his side-by-side comparison. Aesthetically, considering proportion, definition, overall conditioning, and the balance of leanness with muscle mass, Lon my be 95 pounds lighter and over half a foot shorter, but he's head and shoulders above big Joe. Lon gently insists on respect from the big man (which, of course, he doesn't get) on every comparison of body part by body part until they get to flexing their quads. Lon is the first to acknowledge that big Joe simply has him beat in that department. Honestly, one of Joe's upper thighs is about as thick as Lon's waist (which says wonders about both bodies), but Lon puts it right out there that he's got major work to do to get his legs in as mind-boggling a shape as his diamond carved abs. Big Joe doesn't give a flying fuck about Lon's bodybuilding trophies and near approximation of perfect physical conditioning. The 240 pounder beats the living daylights out of my long time wrestler crush, determined to prove the point that his own undeniably strong, less defined abs are more "useful" than the living anatomy chart next to him. I'm unconvinced that he proved that point, rather than establishing the fact that a 7 inch height advantage and a 95 pound weight advantage is hard to beat. For my tastes, Lon takes the mugging like the champ he is, as exquisite in dining on suffering as he is on dishing it out. But I'll admit that my long-time infatuation with him strongly influences my interpretation of events.
|Lon keeps improving on perfection|
|Lon's got a new hairdo and brand new bulging quads!|
|Hair Stakes, definitely... but look at those upper legs!|
|Lon takes the situation firmly in hand.|
|Ethan is a master at serving up a dish of battered muscleboy most appealingly.|
|Lon's lovely hamstrings and perfectly positioned ass!|
|Lon's curls bounce as he locks on a game changer.|
|I'd trade places with Ethan here any... damn... time!|