When a man with a smiling, college jock face calling himself 'Channing Travolta' posts publicity pictures that show him wearing virgin white trunks he's creating an image that is liable to make him an attractive target for all the beastly characters in the world of wrestling that just love to take a self-regarding pretty boy down a peg or two.
Against Elite Eliot he turns up confident in brash red trunks with matching arm bands and a bleach blond hair-do that aspires to more edge than his squared-jawed, well cushioned appearance actually delivers.
Nevertheless his chunky physique alone suggests he will be a formidable opponent and more than able to look after himself. So it proves. He gains an early ascendancy over the highly experienced Eliot and pauses to showboat as if to assure us 'you ain't seen nothing yet'.
His undisguised glee while inflicting a painful claw hold on Eliot's face reveals typically jock-like, cruel streak and contempt for his opponent. It's an arrogance which is liable to backfire badly at some point, especially against an old trooper like Eliot, who's more a pure wrestler than bully but no stranger to inflicting unpleasantness on his opponents.
Eliot too can turn to a dirty trick or two of his own. if he's riled.
And what better way to do it than by grabbing Channing's showy hair-do?
In very short order, Channing finds himself down on his knees, levered into back-breaking pain
while his pretty-boy face is engulfed by the sweaty hairiness of Eliot's armpit.
Channing's manhood pushes out against the restraint of his trunks.
It becomes clear that Channing has quickly lost control of this contest,
His superior weight and strength are neutralised by his opponent with humiliating ease
and used against him as he is propelled into a crashing descent onto the canvass.
This foray into the ring ends in humiliation and failure.
see video trailer of Channing v Eliot at Wrestler4Hire
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A second match quickly follows.
Max Quivers' mask and business suit don't fit the template of a serious wrestler but he's a lot bigger than Channing and that the spooky outfit belies a wealth of fight experience, as Channing quickly discovers. Max's friendly handshake suddenly transitions into a backwards arm lever, forcing him to bend, exposing his fleshy waist to a vicious claw hold.
Throwing Channing down onto the canvas the black depths of Max's psyche emerge.
He wraps his hands round Channing's neck and squeezes.
Max releases his hold before Channing passes out, allowing him to roll away
But he follows and is trapped with the sole of Max's shoe pressing on his neck.
Nice view of Channing's buns!
While Channing is squirming under his foot, Max takes off his tie
and now he wraps it round Channing's neck and pulls it tight.
Within seconds Channing is gasping for breath again.
Max releases him before he passes out
but the torment has barely begun.
Max removes his jacket.
A good stretch is just the remedy for that nastiness,
showing the new boy a taste of domination
and allowing Max to survey him properly.
particularly the sight of his trunks, jutting out.
Channing squirms like a turkey who's just heard about Thanksgiving and Christmas.
That comparison seems to have occurred to Max as well.
With Channing down on his knees before him Max seems bent on wringing his neck.
It's a natural lead-in to a repeat of his previous humiliation,
Channing's face is smothered by Max's arm pit.
I'd wager Max's shirt is a lot sweatier and smellier than Elite Eliot's underarm hair.
Channing's probably too preoccupied with Max's knee grinding into his back
to appreciate such niceties.
The back attack continues as Max flips him face down
and folds his legs into the classic Boston Crab, backbreaking torture position.
Channing's chunky physique is marvellously displayed in this view,
exerting every ounce of it to stop Max sitting on him and completing the move.
His face graphically shows the effort and pain involved.
Max does enough damage to leave Channing helpless on the mat.
Like Eliot before him, he can't resist pulling the Golden Boy up by his bleached hair.
Channing seems to have lost the will to fight
even with his hair being pulled out by the roots.
Max reminds him of his discarded tie,
it's lying on the canvas nearby,
like a snake poised to strike again.
Rolling Channing over, Max levers his arms behind his back
It hurts as you can see, but that tie now seems like a threat of bondage.
Channing bleats something about the rules, as if he's an angel himself.
There's a great sense of Channing being overpowered in this image
In another uncanny echo of Channing's debut against Eliot
Max shows just what he thinks of 'the rules' by grabbing Channing's mouth,
prising it open, paying him back, it seems, for using a similar move against Eliot.
Channing grabs the tie to prevent it becoming a gag.
A great shot of Channing's ass with Quiver's crotch hovering over it,
Channing's bent leg blocks any exploitation, fortunately
but with Quiver's weight bearing down on it that's scant compensation.
Max finishes his chastisement by trapping Channing in the ropes.
Before he goes off, leaving him on humiliating display,
he rubs in his defeat, using the sole of his shoe again.
I hope they're clean!
see video trailer of Channing v Max Quivers at Wrestler4Hire
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More of Channing's ambitious attempts to break into the wrestling big time follow!
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