In the silent centre of an abandoned arena, the story of the king of the ring unfolds - it’s a tale of victory, vanity, and the arousing pleasure of posing. It’s also a story where “What’s he gonna wear next?” is not just a question; it’s a journey through the psyche of a pro wrestling and bodybuilding champion who lives for, and lusts after, a self focused solo spotlight.
The dim smoky air begins to vibrate with the opening beats of a high-energy rock remix as the
sound bounces off the walls of the now empty coliseum. There, in the center
of it all, stoically stands King Kamali, the pro wrestler and champion bodybuilder, adorned in
a shiny black bow tie and red velvet posing trunks that hug his muscular form
like a second skin. The straps on the sides of his tight trunks are held together by simple cinches. Kamali fingers the clasps as he stands stoically but as the music strengthens and swells he begins to pose provocatively...
With each transition, the posing trunks change. From the removable red velvet ones to a patent leather baby blue pair. From a pink pair to a studded silver pair. Black posers come next. They are shiny and smooth with a water coated wet look. He parades around the stage like a prowling panther pumping his muscles as he goes through his poses. It’s unfettered toe pointing perfection at its finest...
but it’s the final pair of posing trunks that prove to be his prized performers - shiny white leather ones with navy blue appliqué. The reveal is slow and deliberate; a daring dance of alpha arrogance and sexual seduction. He tosses away the black posers, eyeing the new white ones with hunger and yearning and gyrates uncontrollably. A side chest concludes the arrogant unveiling. A smile punctuates his primal performance...
Kamali’s confidently struts and preens into his final pose serving up his wide, meaty back and the metallic blue appliqué shining against the bright white of his skin tight trunks. The fabric straining against his muscular glutes and begging for adoration.
