In 1984 a cocky, charismatic tag team was sentenced to a life of mediocrity by a jury of their peers for a life style they didn't concede. These men promptly escaped from a middle of the road, run of the mill, hum-drum existence - disguised as fat lesbians - to the London underground. Today, still wanted by women everywhere, they survive as really, really good looking sports entertainers. If you need a signed photo, if no one else is big enough, and if you can find them, maybe you can hire... THE BODY FASCISTS.
LADIES, LADIES, LADIES, WE ARE THE BODY FASCISTS. Faces of angels, bodies of Greek gods. The bastard brain child of Orson Welles, Larry Flint and Ravishing Rick Rude. The foremost devastatingly beautiful, testosterone charged, physically perfected, uber charismatic, sexually potent, tag team/faction to grace the squared circle of the British All-star Wrestling Alliance. The pinnacle of human evolution. Man plus. Homo-superior. Better than Jesus, bigger than Hitler.
Proving time and time again that you don't have to have poor quality tattoos or flesh like corn beef to take centre stage. You don't have to have the physical appearance of a 12 year old boy or be a 20 stone gelatinous pile of human waste to be a sports entertainer. Yes, yes, yes, we know, we've gone far beyond our passion for wrestling, we're doing this for the ladies. Female wrestling fans may feel shafted, but we can guarantee a highly pleasurable in-ring experience. Survival of the fittest? Certainly. Survival of the hottest? Absolutely!
The Body Fascists are Cumming to an indie fed near you to blow (away) the competition. Get in on the ground floor, add the Body Fascists to your profile, or to your Top friends and say you were there before it all began.
Get your own Myspace CountdownIn 1984 a cocky, charismatic tag team was sentenced to a life of mediocrity by a jury of their peers for a life style they didn't concede. These men promptly escaped from a middle of the road, run of the mill, hum-drum existence - disguised as fat lesbians - to the London underground. Today, still wanted by women everywhere, they survive as really, really good looking sports entertainers. If you need a signed photo, if no one else is big enough, and if you can find them, maybe you can hire... THE BODY FASCISTS.
LADIES, LADIES, LADIES, WE ARE THE BODY FASCISTS. Faces of angels, bodies of Greek gods. The bastard brain child of Orson Welles, Larry Flint and Ravishing Rick Rude. The foremost devastatingly beautiful, testosterone charged, physically perfected, uber charismatic, sexually potent, tag team/faction to grace the squared circle of the British All-star Wrestling Alliance. The pinnacle of human evolution. Man plus. Homo-superior. Better than Jesus, bigger than Hitler.
Proving time and time again that you don't have to have poor quality tattoos or flesh like corn beef to take centre stage. You don't have to have the physical appearance of a 12 year old boy or be a 20 stone gelatinous pile of human waste to be a sports entertainer. Yes, yes, yes, we know, we've gone far beyond our passion for wrestling, we're doing this for the ladies. Female wrestling fans may feel shafted, but we can guarantee a highly pleasurable in-ring experience. Survival of the fittest? Certainly. Survival of the hottest? Absolutely!
The Body Fascists are Cumming to an indie fed near you to blow (away) the competition. Get in on the ground floor, add the Body Fascists to your profile, or to your Top friends and say you were there before it all began.
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