Cameron & Gabe Steele vs. Blake Starr

Blake Starr thinks he’s all that. Pretty, lean, built, and cocky. He throws himself around the ring like he owns the place. I had to find somebody special to handle him, but I was recovering from the flu. I needed a hired helper. Enter Gabe. This big, sexy dude is a friend of my roommate with a powerful, larger than life personality and a flair for the dramatic. In his black and silver mask, he menaces Starr with his hot, beefy body, pulling the slender arm-bender to the floor, slapping him around and taunting him in two languages!  Starr finds himself being whisper-trash talked while being ground into the corner of the ring. Gotta admit, it was nice to see Starr lifted and bear hugged and ridden like a pathetic pony. I couldn’t resist calling out encouragements to Gabe, especially when Starr looked like he might recover from an especially painful hold. Gabe served up one rough move after another, moving with surprising speed for such a big dude. But all too soon, Gabe started to le