Review

To be honest I wasn’t asked to review this. I stumbled across it by accident and was so impressed I decided to correct the criminal injustice of it being ignored for so long.

This is a fucking slippery-dippery-sexaholic fanatasy!

I’m not the biggest wrestling fan, but there’s enough eye-candy going on to forget about that. Welcome to Xanadu, and it’s more in the Olivia Newton-John style than the Charles Foster Kane sense. It’s ruled over by the seriously hilarious campy, evil-looking Brutux Khan - the most fucked-up ruler of a dominion since Tina Turner stomped around the Thunderdome in the third Mad Max movie.

Khan presides over the breaking-in of seriously sexy Black and Banes by his sadistic guard, hairy hunk Evans, and his blonde assistant Bradley.

Brought before His Weirdness in shackles, the two struggle against their chains, causing Khan to become restless and forcing the duo to participate in hand-to-hand combat, their wrists joined by white nylon rope. Unusually for Can-Am and Zeus, the wrestling really takes a back-seat; the sex comes first. Both are already naked, and between pin-downs are biting each others nipples and sucking dick. The guards provide encouragement (and a helping hand or two!) before Khan grows weary once again.

He pulls Bradley aside and has the three professional porno players get hot, sweaty and badly-behaved on the throne-room floor. Evans takes his time fucking them both, and their resulting money shots signal the beginning of one of the most amazing sequences I’ve seen in a long time.

Cast in to a pit, the four (now wearing red briefs) roll around and caress each other, their bodies getting more and more slippery with oil. Each gets the other three’s massage attentions in a number of different ways in this perverted slip-and-slide, every body crevice glistening with lotion. When their briefs came off my jaw was around my ankles, and so were my pants.

The only sound you hear are the orgiastic sexual moans of the quartet, Evans getting so into the role he’s either discovered his true-calling in life or was stoned during filming. The muscle-worship of each other leads to four explosions of baby-sauce and wow…amazing. No more words.

And so Banes and Black pass the test, Khan getting two new footmen for the price of none. They all wander off the set, probably to scour post-apocalyptic West Hollywood, luring more circuit boyz back to the pit with the promise of crystal-meth and protein shakes.

Wrestling video fans probably won’t be too impressed by this. Good, because I don’t like them. Rude wrestling fans will love it, and oil-fetishists (me included!) will never let this stop playing, ever!

Four muscle guys covered in oil, rolling naked over each other. I needn’t say any more. This title shall be ignored no longer!
-Froufrou A. Gogo