How Did I Miss THIS

Holy crap!  How did this match get by me without me noticing until just now?

From Cameron Matthews: Barry Burke vs Lon DuMont and KARN

You kidding me?  Someone as big and hot as Brian Cage getting double-teamed?  And you KNOW it's gonna be great, since as a heel, Lon Dumont is like a sadistic genius.

Really, this is MY type of match.  This will probably be my FAVORITE match.  So big thanks to the wrestlers involved, and to Cameron for making it happen!

No thanks to my wallet, for being such a skinny little jobber on me right now.  But my very next extra $25 will be going to this match, and it will be well worth it.  And in the meantime, I am going to drool over the images.  (I only stole a few images; more are up at Cameron's site, where you can order the match.)

C-BAC: Sam Bond

It's the holiday return of the C-BAC (those who Coulda Been A Contender, as in, should be wrestling)!

Today's C-BAC: Sam Bond, AKA Atlas on "Gladiators UK."  6'0, 231 lbs.  Oh, and accidental romance novel cover model, when stock images of him were sold for that.

I love his look.  The hair.  The size, without the "gonna cut your hand on his torso" degree of shredded.  Really works (for me).  Kinda looks like a young buff Edge maybe?  (NOT just the hair.)

4K > HD

You know I'm not a very technical person.  I don't know what a lot of stuff means.  However!  Movimus Wrestling will now be filming in 4K.  It seems 4K is better quality than HD.  And here I was, thinking that HD meant the best quality.  (Update: 4K is technically 4x the resolution of HD.  Damn!)

So Movimus Wrestling will now be filming in quality better than the best!  Pretty awesome.  Check out the video on YouTube to enjoy it in 4K if your screen resolution supports it.

Thick Solid Grappling

Movimus Wrestling: Josh Steele vs. Jayson Dolan (orange trunks)

Sorry if you find today's title to be a bit straightforward.  But "promise only what you're prepared to deliver," and I LIKE straightforward.  Probably that's why I like Movimus Wrestling, and Josh Steele vs. Jayson Dolan is just a really really great match.  I'm feeling really straightforward today, and this match is just REALLY satisfying that.  Two big thick strong wrestlers grappling.  It's honest.  There's grunting.  There's a wrestler turning a bright shade of red in a choke hold before he slaps the floor in submission (not multiple panicked taps, but one solid slap, pissed but resigned, a manly submission).

It builds and builds.  You can feel the frustration mounting.  With both guys roughly the same size and strength, it becomes a battle of wills--and they seem to be equally matched there, as well.  But sometimes it's hard to stem the flow once momentum gets going.  By the end of the match, I'm definitely wondering if a second match-up between these two would go the same way...

No Distractions, Just Wrestling

Movimus Wrestling: Jimmy Reilly vs. Aron Stokes

Beefier, wild-haired Jimmy Reilly (5'10, 190) takes on clean-cut, lean and focused Aron Stokes (6', 164).

One of my favorite things about Movimus Wrestling?  No crowd.  No audience.  I know a lot of people like the element of excitement that a crowd can bring, and wrestlers can feed off the energy of a good audience.  But just as likely, a bored crowd, a restless crowd, a fickle crowd can suck the air out of the room.  Without the crowd, what you're left with are the wrestlers themselves: The match itself can be everything, with no distractions, no checking how they're doing from a third party.  Take this match.  Jimmy and Aron are given the opportunity to really focus on winning this match, hold by hold, transition by transition, and boy, do they take advantage of the chance!  Each wrestler takes this match dead seriously--you'd think it was the most important match of both of their lives.  And for the moment, for the duration of the match, this one match IS the most important.  And without a crowd, you're put into that intense moment: The sounds you hear are Jimmy and Aron, the camera keeps you with the action, so you never miss a thing that happens.  Which is lucky, because a lot goes on.  Momentum swings back and forth like a distressed wrecking ball trying to shake off a fabricated pop star.  (Sorry, that joke was SO 2013.)  If you look away from this match and then look back, chances are the tables will have turned.

Seriously, this match.  This is definitely NOT a clean sweep.  There's certainly no shame in losing here, and the winner definitely has to work for it!

This match was generously provided for review by Movimus Wrestling.

Sacred Duty

Inner Jobbers!  There seems to be no end of beautiful people out there.  And I ask you this one question: If WE don't imagine them stripped down to wrestling gear and beating the living shit out of each other, then who will?  WHO WILL?

For instance, today's fitness model/actor/graphic designer Jeremy Williamson, 5'11, 180.  Pretty face, blue eyes and floppy blond hair: To avoid ending up somebody's ragdoll jobber, he'd better be pretty aggressive, right?  But I don't know, he seems pretty laid back and easy going to me...

Antonio And Randy

Who do you like to see in control?  Personally, I think it's win-win either way.

Goldberg, Incapacitated

We've seen the beginning of the end for Goldberg, as he fought valiantly against the odds for the sake of his career.  With his tag team partner and former trainer out of the picture, it was child's play for a plant in the audience to blind Goldberg with some mace to the eyes.

After easily outsmarting the strongman, the heels had their way with him, and this is where we resume our story...

Ah, you see, there's a simple explanation to the Centaur pose: Luger was lifting Goldberg for a devastating double team maneuver.

Finally, enough was enough.  Clearly Goldberg could take no more; he was powerless to kick out of Luger's pin.

After the bell proclaiming his defeat (and the end of his career), a blind and defeated Goldberg struggled in vain to get to his feet.  His former trainer, Dewayne Bruce, was there to tend to his fallen student, no doubt racked with his own feelings of guilt for having been unable to salvage his student's livelihood.  Nevertheless, Bruce was there for his fallen friend, offering what succor he could.  At this point, Goldberg's ruined career could be put on the back burner; his physical health was also at stake.

The heels, with their young protege in tow, made their triumphant way up the ramp, strutting and boasting as though they had accomplished something great.  And who's to say they hadn't?

Meanwhile, a shocked and almost hushed arena watched the intensely personal moments of a teacher trying to nurse his utterly defeated student back to health, pouring water into his damaged eyes.

The once-mighty hero obediently submitted to these ministrations, crawling helplessly on the floor, unable to rise without physical assistance.

Meekly, the broken man was led out of the arena, away from the cameras, and out of the limelight.

And with that, the mighty had fallen.  Evil had triumphed.  A legacy of strength and dominance was obliterated, the images of power replaced with one of complete helplessness:

The End.