|Will Stanley's sculpted muscles glisten as he taunts and dominates Ethan Andrews|
Ethan has been on a roll, kicking hornets nests and picking fights with physique stars. As he climbs into the ring with that permanent smirk tattooed on his face, he adopts a poorly executed faux English accent and snarls, "British wanker!"
I haven't seen the tag team loss Ethan reminds Will of, but apparently Ethan was on the winning end of a double pretty boy beatdown over Will. Ethan suggests that Will should probably be on the market for a better partner to watch his back (count me in!). "I'm not interested," the Brit snaps. When Ethan finally tells the Brit to get out of his ring like the queen dismissing her subjects, Will is not amused. "No, you can leave now. I was in the middle of my training. I was here first. It's not your ring anymore. I told you this. Off you go, come on." That "off you go" delivered with an English accent (and packaged inside an incredibly sculpted body) makes me laugh and adjust myself at the same time. In those three words, he successfully communicates his contempt for Ethan, shooing him away like an adult slapping the ass of a petulant child.
In return, Ethan sucker punches the stud in the gut. Ethan's genius is his ability to set the pace, mount a pounding offense, and completely sell his capacity to not stand toe-to-toe with a towering physique star like Will, but out hustle, out maneuver, and dig deeper into his bag of dirty tricks to outsmart an opponent possibly overconfident in his superior conditioning. He pounds Will with fists, backing the big Brit into the corner. He's relentless and focused, raining down blows that seem to make the lovely muscle stud wilt. And yet, even while being choked beneath Ethan's boot in the corner, the Brit stud sounds like he's the one on top. "You got nothing! You should be taking notes!"
|Ethan takes Will's bulging muscles to the ropes early to knock the big man down to size.|
|The "fucking string bean" owns the fitness model throughout most of round 1.|
|I want to lick that tricep!|
|"Since you like strapless so much...!" Ethan returns the favor, exposing the muscle hunk's torso.|
|"God save the queen!? God save you!"|
"Pretty good for a little guy, but it's not going to last!" Will snaps right back. That cocky banter from below turns me on so hard! When Ethan mounts the stud and pummels his abs, the physique star flinches and flexes defensively, but through gritted teeth he maintains his hold on the verbal/psychological offense. "I'm used to that shit. It's called conditioning. You should try it!" The stud remains Ethan's bitch for a couple more minutes of increasing humiliation, including getting slammed into the turnbuckle and then mounted by his lean opponent, Ethan's ass pounding up and down on top of Will's sculpted chest. Ethan slaps him in the face. "Wakey, wakey," he taunts.
|Will's most awesome, wild ride.|
|Will reminds Ethan of the insult he inflicted upon interrupting Will's work out.|
|"Look who's beatin' you!"|
As the action is nearing its climax, Ethan shocks his powerhouse opponent with another attack on those lickable legs. He dishes up another gorgeously presented plate of muscled vulnerability, grapevining and then spladling the Brit hunk's legs open wide, ass toward the ceiling, and threatening to rip him apart at the crotch. "How does that feel!?" Ethan snarls, exhaustion evident in his voice.
|"It's fine!" Will grunts through gritted teeth. "I can deal with it!"|
|"Where'd your banter go!? Where's your mouth!?"|
This has been a tough couple of months for Ethan's new releases. My reigning favorite homoerotic wrestler, Lon Dumont sleepered him out cold and shut up his smart mouth decisively for BG East in Hair Stakes, and now big and beautiful Will does the same for RHW. All I can say is keep up that fantastically sexy work, Ethan! Pick another fight with a stacked muscle stud because I (like I suspect you) seriously enjoy the muscleboys battling back to beat the living shit out of you and shut you up in the only way that seems to work. And Mr. Will Stanley, I can't wait to see you barely squeezed into that singlet again, and just as importantly stripped out of it on your way to bullying and beating up another smart mouthed punk!