Big Biff in control of Charlie |
Biff Farrell is one of those guys with a look that I just love. He's a freaking adorable fireplug, built short and wide, Biff's blond, bearded and beefy. The black and red trunks aren't his best look, looking oversized for him, but it's fine. He looks thicker in the waist, but still big and beautiful. It's a huge contrast to the lean, pale and ginger Charlie Evans in boxer briefs. Underwear never appeals to me as gear, but once again I'm looking past it.
I'll take Biff anyway I can get him, but it's nice to see him in a more dominant role |
Charlie's gear isn't my favorite, but he does go with the flow and suffer well |
There are multiple shoulder blocks |
C'mon Biff, you can bend him more than that! |
Biff walks all over his victim |
At about the 12-minute mark, Biff speaks for the first time. He declares, "You're wearing me out, boy." Uh huh. Charlie is wearing Biff out the way a barbell wears you out. The jobber dutifully suffers, moaning, crying and submitting. He gets thrown around and takes it all with pained expressions and verbalizations. When Biff asks, "How you doin', buddy?", Charlie doesn't answer, but the question seems rhetorical, anyway.
Even throwing around a lightweight can take a toll |
Biff lifts Charlie a lot |
Wait, what? Random ending? What do I mean? Does Charlie flip the script?
No, it's nothing crazy. Biff wins definitively. It's just the last line, which comes out of nowhere …
Biff: "Looks like you're pretty destroyed, buddy. How about I take you out to my back room and have my way with you? Huh?"
And with that, Biff leads Charlie out of the ring. Apparently to a mysterious back room to have his way with him.
Say what? It's such a random line, right at the end. It's not bad and it doesn't impact my enjoyment of the video, but for some reason, I'm just completely fixated on it. Like I couldn’t figure it out and it stuck in my head.
It's partly Biff's tone. The way the hunky muscleman says it is so matter-of-fact. It's said like, "Let's go grab a beer", only with less feeling. Actually, "let's go grab a beer" would've fit the tone of the video better. Now look, if Biff said he was going to take me to any room and have his way with me, I'd go. I mean, why not? He's cute and hot. This, however, has to be the least sexy intimation of further stakes I've ever heard. There's no lust or passion or flirtation or dominance or any kind of emotion to it. None.
And it's also partly the fact that there's no suggestion during the match of anything more than a muscular beast dispassionately mauling a weaker, skinnier opponent. Certainly no suggestion of attraction or desire. The whole thing was played very straight (by any definition). Maybe 'have my way with you' means going to Burger King or something. Anyway, I don't know why I'm so perplexed by it, but I am. Maybe because it's the last thing you experience in the video. I had to type all this, just to get it out of my brain. Begone! Ah, much better.
Biff, I had no idea you felt this way |
Big Biff finally gets his shot to use all that muscle and he's not going to waste it |
So that's my take. What's yours?
Alex
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