How can anybody even breath in the presence of Maverick and Guido Genatto? These guys are what it’s all about. If you’re seeking wrestlers in their prime with bodies of steel, constitutions of iron, innate athleticism, not to mention an innate ability to trash-talk with the best of them, then look no further than this talented tag team twosome. Both Maverick and Genatto understand the genre with acute precision. Every move, every hold, every antagonistic deviation is flawless. These are the men.
Chet Chastain and Alvin James look enter the ring, looking like rejects from some failed boy-band. Pretty faces. Dancer bods. These hairless hunks look and sound like truly callow youths. It’s hot vs. cute. Pro vs. newbie. Man vs. boy. The insults fly first, as Chastain confidently circles Maverick.
Instantly the boys start flailing, making stupid mistakes as uncontrolled arms and legs become easy targets for the more skilled fighters. Every possible combination of combatant is attempted, exploding into a barbarous battle royale that sees a mouthy Chastain locked in Genatto’s reverse headlock, while Chastain wrenches Maverick’s jaw backward, while Maverick brutalizes James’ leg while shoving his bitchass face into the floor where it belongs!
It’s four of the hottest guys in the industry today in a bitter, angry, rolling, rollicking punchup that will take your breath away!
