Kings of Pain
Joey King vs Zip Zarella, Ring 'Kings' (BG East)
Wrestling freelancers work part-time at a number of underground wrestling sites, but BG East gets the best of the indy boys and gets the best out of them, more often than not better than what I have seen of their work in regional promotions. The company's recent release Ring 'Kings' is especially exciting in part because of Joey King and Kelly King, sexy and aggressive fighters well known to fans of online wrestling, in part because of their opponents, indy pros, also: Zip Zarella, in his second turn at BGE, and Royce Perry, in his third. Zip and Royce fought each other in Ring Wars 26. Both are surprisingly strong against the familiar Kings - and these two matches mark new high points for all four wrestlers.
King vs Zarella is a succession of submissions, the game being that whoever gets the most falls by submission by the end of 30 minutes wins the match. For a submission contest, it's on the lighthearted side at first, with nonstop smack talk even amid moans of pain. Give and take is quickly established with Joey submitting Zip within the first five minutes and Zip making Joey tap out two minutes later. King's body is amazing, bulges in the right places, suggesting a daunting soundness and strength, topped with hairy-chestedness and a meticulously groomed beard. Zarella, with his inked pecs, mussable hair, and super-silky gray trunks, to say nothing of his alliterative Zs, presents a somewhat more dissolute image - and thus, for me, a more compelling one. King is the brassy loudmouth - swaggeringly proclaiming he's the man to beat. Zip's smooth body connotes sexuality - always an unruly element in traditional pro wrestling.
Zarella's allure is not lost on me. I saw his earlier match, and this one makes an even firmer impression, if you catch my drift. The guy's hot, a bright smiling face with an undercoating of potential dangerousness. He's equally attractive when dominating King and when being dominated, which provides the match enough unsteadiness to make the outcome unpredictable. He's a fantastic salesman of Joey's punishments, totally convincing and totally captivating.
Shortly before the match's midpoint, a chokeout ties the score a second time and stirs up a more malicious spirit. Joey drops or significantly tones down the Texas bravado and sets his sights on destroying Zarella. Meanness overrides bombast. Joey's not smiling anymore, and his eyes go sharp and killingly blank as a hawk's. This is when the fight becomes sweaty and more interesting. As tempers flare, I expect the match to turn more one-sided in King's favor, but such is not the case. The wrestlers present a heated give and take, with Zip a coolheaded but increasingly lethal antagonist. In fact, Zarella controls at least an equal share of the last half of this match. It's a real star turn. The final minute decides it all - and the finisher is quick, merciless, astonishing, and hot.
King vs Zarella is a succession of submissions, the game being that whoever gets the most falls by submission by the end of 30 minutes wins the match. For a submission contest, it's on the lighthearted side at first, with nonstop smack talk even amid moans of pain. Give and take is quickly established with Joey submitting Zip within the first five minutes and Zip making Joey tap out two minutes later. King's body is amazing, bulges in the right places, suggesting a daunting soundness and strength, topped with hairy-chestedness and a meticulously groomed beard. Zarella, with his inked pecs, mussable hair, and super-silky gray trunks, to say nothing of his alliterative Zs, presents a somewhat more dissolute image - and thus, for me, a more compelling one. King is the brassy loudmouth - swaggeringly proclaiming he's the man to beat. Zip's smooth body connotes sexuality - always an unruly element in traditional pro wrestling.
Zarella's allure is not lost on me. I saw his earlier match, and this one makes an even firmer impression, if you catch my drift. The guy's hot, a bright smiling face with an undercoating of potential dangerousness. He's equally attractive when dominating King and when being dominated, which provides the match enough unsteadiness to make the outcome unpredictable. He's a fantastic salesman of Joey's punishments, totally convincing and totally captivating.
Shortly before the match's midpoint, a chokeout ties the score a second time and stirs up a more malicious spirit. Joey drops or significantly tones down the Texas bravado and sets his sights on destroying Zarella. Meanness overrides bombast. Joey's not smiling anymore, and his eyes go sharp and killingly blank as a hawk's. This is when the fight becomes sweaty and more interesting. As tempers flare, I expect the match to turn more one-sided in King's favor, but such is not the case. The wrestlers present a heated give and take, with Zip a coolheaded but increasingly lethal antagonist. In fact, Zarella controls at least an equal share of the last half of this match. It's a real star turn. The final minute decides it all - and the finisher is quick, merciless, astonishing, and hot.
Kelly King vs Royce Perry, Ring 'Kings' (BG East)
Kelly exudes butch masculinity - the Aldo Ray meets Tim McGraw kind of butch. I find him twenty times sexier than the conventionally pretty boys who populate the larger part of underground wrestling. Royce is conventionally pretty, to be sure, but he offsets his good looks with cocky attitude and a curt, manly shove to Kelly's hairy chest that's meant to identify him as a fighter undaunted by an adversary of King's dimensions and experience. "That's cute," says Kelly and proceeds with a totally expected turf-claiming beat-down (which is glorious, I must say).
Royce's resistance to the juggernaut we know as Kelly King can be measured in picoseconds. If anyone tells you this is anything but an absolute squash job (and a glorious one, I must say), he's lying. That does not mean the match lacks suspense. I recall Hitchcock once defined suspense as the opposite of surprise - suspense is the slowing down of time between one's realization of the inevitable and its fulfillment. King vs Perry is pure suspense, without a lick of surprise. What separates this from the clumsy and tedious squash jobs I rail against from time to time is King's mastery of identifying and targeting an opponent's weak spots and, just as important, Perry's realistic and engrossing expressions of agony.
For me, sadism and masochism is a spectrum. My sadist side likes to cut people down to size, down to nubs, if I can. My masochist side desires punishment, comeuppance, a licking, what have you. In life, I no longer act on these impulses, but in erotic fantasy and, less frequently, role-playing I exercise both. If I were in the mood to be totally demolished, Kelly King would be my man. He looks like the personification of doom ... more precisely, of righteous retribution. The man is joyously vindictive. It's great when you love a job this much. Note the glint in the eyes and the smile on the face of Kelly in the still shots below. Kelly King may be a mere mortal most of the time, but when he acts the role of vengeful angel, he's a god. I would not have missed Ring 'Kings' for the world!
Kelly exudes butch masculinity - the Aldo Ray meets Tim McGraw kind of butch. I find him twenty times sexier than the conventionally pretty boys who populate the larger part of underground wrestling. Royce is conventionally pretty, to be sure, but he offsets his good looks with cocky attitude and a curt, manly shove to Kelly's hairy chest that's meant to identify him as a fighter undaunted by an adversary of King's dimensions and experience. "That's cute," says Kelly and proceeds with a totally expected turf-claiming beat-down (which is glorious, I must say).
Royce's resistance to the juggernaut we know as Kelly King can be measured in picoseconds. If anyone tells you this is anything but an absolute squash job (and a glorious one, I must say), he's lying. That does not mean the match lacks suspense. I recall Hitchcock once defined suspense as the opposite of surprise - suspense is the slowing down of time between one's realization of the inevitable and its fulfillment. King vs Perry is pure suspense, without a lick of surprise. What separates this from the clumsy and tedious squash jobs I rail against from time to time is King's mastery of identifying and targeting an opponent's weak spots and, just as important, Perry's realistic and engrossing expressions of agony.
For me, sadism and masochism is a spectrum. My sadist side likes to cut people down to size, down to nubs, if I can. My masochist side desires punishment, comeuppance, a licking, what have you. In life, I no longer act on these impulses, but in erotic fantasy and, less frequently, role-playing I exercise both. If I were in the mood to be totally demolished, Kelly King would be my man. He looks like the personification of doom ... more precisely, of righteous retribution. The man is joyously vindictive. It's great when you love a job this much. Note the glint in the eyes and the smile on the face of Kelly in the still shots below. Kelly King may be a mere mortal most of the time, but when he acts the role of vengeful angel, he's a god. I would not have missed Ring 'Kings' for the world!
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