Review

Yep, it’s the fabulous Csaba Borbély again, the most prolific director since Chi Chi LaRue. This is a guy who goes on a week’s vacation and comes back with a two-set video release before the rest of us have even bothered to send our photos in to developed at Kmart.

Seriously, I don’t know why I even bother reviewing them. They’re always great, the subtitles suck, the sex if fab. Still, they’ve tackled just about every other fetish, so it was only a matter of time before wrestling got a look in.

So they wrestle. But the eroticism comes not from the bouts, but what comes after. It’s there merely as a convenient plot device. If you want proper erotic wrestling, follow the onsite links.

Our first scene has friends having a quick game before the eternal bottom Giorgio and cheeky faced Ryan kiss whilst Magera, who couldn’t look more like a big-eyed painting if he tried, looks on getting hotter and hotter. It’s not long before Giorgio is being his usual uber-bottom, first to Magera, then to Ryan who has his partner screaming with joy. Magera has a go at being the lady, shagging Ryan first and then allowing Giorgio his fair share. Hey, it’s about time.

Rival wrestling teams get together (and almost take the cameraman out by accident) and Stewart gets injured. Oh boo hoo. His friends carry him to the Doctor, Felder, and luckily the injury is at crotch level, so off comes the wrestling gear and out come the condoms. Felder decides the best way to cure him is to get as many fingers up him as possible whilst the ultra-gorgeous-sex-god Laurel sucks Wels like a man possessed. After a fuck warm-up (Felder on Stewart, Wels on Laurel) we see a great combination giving a whole new angle on daisy-chains. We finish with our wrestlers all going down on the Doctor as he leads the way in a cum-Mexican-wave. Needless to say Stewart feels a lot better, but I have a feeling that out Doc is gonna get a lot more visits!

Giorgio makes a reappearance with Antonelli who kindly take the hot-hot-hot rival team member Bosco to the canteen. Within seconds they have stripped him naked and take turns swallowing his meat. Pretty soon they are both fucking Giorgio on the floor, the table and the cabinets. Team rivalries all forgotten in a stream of manjuice.

Finally the team captain (Foster) and his rival (Collins) plus two teammates (Bauer and Goldsmith) hit the locker room and Foster decides he really needs a massage. Bauer assists but the others get so turned on they end up blowing each other insane! Goldsmith does great tricks with his foreskin, before everyone surrounds him, taking their turns buttfucking him again and again till the floor is covered in sticky white love-lava. And with that, the film ends.

Fab flick. Great guys. Amazing scenes. And guess what? There’s a sequel! (Must I give this screener back? Can’t I keep just one? I’ll be nice in future.)
-Froufrou A. Gogo