Review

Slam, bam! Thank you Ma’am! The second installment in the two-parter featuring our favorite Euro-muscle hunks (I’ve seen these performers so many times they’ve burnt onto my retinas). I like my wrestlers oiled up and getting filthy straight away but I’m a sucker for a pretty face with a great slightly hairy body attached so Pacific Sun, if you send me Jack Laurel or Luciano Endino, I swear to God Almighty you’ll never get a bad review from me again!

The gayest wrestlers in Eastern Europe (mind you, some of those females…) are back, that’s all you need to know. No boring subplots or twists carried over from the first one. If you didn’t get through the first one and this is your first release you’ve seen from this studio, you’ll have to get past the crappy music and terrible subtitling and start from here.

They walk to their gym down some grimy post-communist street, past a poor harassed woman no doubt muttering to herself that turnips were a lot cheaper under the Stalinist regime, and the Secret Police made you feel safe in your bed at night.

Don’t get aroused by the wrestling. You won’t be. It’s what comes afterwards that’s good. Like first up we have some locker room action between four guys (it’s odd that they all have a locker room because they got changed into their wrasslin’ gear in the gym). One joke about the handicapped is enough to get our guys turned on and naked, with Antonelli getting to grips with Perry (who looks like that guy who used to be in Sliders) whilst Stewart and the pockmarked Nielsen get a lot friendlier. After they all slip and slide over each other they trade, with Antonelli fucking Stewart, whilst Perry buttfucks Nielsen, before our heroic tops swap bottoms again. Antonelli goes down on Perry and reacts as if he got a gob full of head cheese (hey – this guy’s bellend is yellow) before all our hunks shoot over Nielsen.

As two guys leave the wrestling arena “going to have a hower” they bond as the water cascades over them. The gorgeous hairy guys get to know each other better in a hot wet scene. Both tongue worship each other to Plane Claire, concentrating on nipples, armpits and any other places with large growths of body fur before Endino’s Viagra kicks in as he first finger fucks Maestro before introducing his upturned, smiling to God meat up there. They’ve even learnt a little bit of English, “How about that?” Endino lets rip. They fuck in tons of positions, Endino looking like he’s having a whale of a time before letting go his jism geyser. This hot-hot-hot scene explains why there’s always white stuff on the floors of showers whenever I use them. Don’t tell me that stuff is Head and Shoulders.

A little bit more wrestling before one of the “award winning sports stars” takes his friends to Wel’s office to show him the awards. Turns out they are all for fucking, or so it would seem. Goldsmith fawns over Reiner’s big shiny gold piece whilst Manzel tests Wel’s memory skills: “I beat you I remember you”. As usual when two intellectual giants get together they always snog. Think Love Story, or that episode of The Simpsons where an adult Lisa meets her British husband-to-be in the library.

Yep, they all stick their tongues down each other’s throats (What is this? Feeding time at the zoo?) before Wels is sticking his cock down everyone’s throats too (boss’ prerogative, I guess) before fucking Manzel, as Goldsmith (do you think he’s Jewish?) rides baldy Reiner’s meat and two veg. Another trophy in the innings? As usual with Pacific Sun movies the bottoms trade off before a quick Wels-on-Manzel-on-Goldsmith daisychain before everyone shoots their wads on Goldsmith’s chest.

Finally Coach Foster is doing a private session with Collins and the beautiful Laurel, getting more and more turned on as our heroes force each other to eat mat. Our wrestlers get the picture and soon Foster is nude, the other two sucking him like crazy. Foster returns the favor by swallowing them both, whilst they french kiss passionately. Dissolve to Laurel (who is one of the sexiest bottoms I’ve seen in any of Borbely’s movies) getting it from Foster (and staying hard throughout) before straddling Collins and finally getting it over the vaulting horse. Cum flies everywhere, most of it landing on Laurels chest rug.

Finally there’s a big wrestling match but I really wasn’t interested in this so can’t tell you who won. Hey, I hate it when they give away the endings anyway.

Fabulous! No cute tie-up lines here.
Just buy this fucking movie already! You need to be told twice?
-Froufrou A. Gogo