This posting is called “White Power” but contains no racist content (sorry all you KKK members who landed on this Blog in error.)
Instead, the focus of the article is on a young Baby-face you may recall named Kevin von Erich who delighted in showing off the power and flexibility in his pumped-up, raging, hard physique. In this particular match, Kevin displays his beautiful body in a pair of clean, crisp, stretchy white trunks.
And, as usual, he didn’t bother with boots — entering the ring shoeless like a Texas version of Tarzan.
Kevin’s opponent in the match is “Gorgeous” Jimmy Garvin, his thick body bursting out all over and filling the television screen. Garvin portrayed the androgynous villain, blending male and female traits. He was big, masculine, and hairy, and at the same time, he was flamboyant and “gorgeous,” taking time to primp his hair (which drove the fans into a rage.) He wasn’t a bleach blond like most wrestlers working this particular gimmick, but he definitely acted like, what I’ve termed , the Brawling Sissy or the Bitch wrestler.
One of the first things we notice is that both brawlers are sporting all white gear for this match-up. Wow, nice! Totally eye-catching. White clothing is known to be revealing, so this match will definitely be a visual treat. I always associated white trunks with underwear (since myself and every dude I ever knew or saw growing up wore the “whitey tighties.”) Kevin being barefoot (and therefore nearly naked) adds to this image of underwear. So this match is more sexually charged if you think of it as two men wrestling in their briefs, as if they stripped off their clothes to get physical with one another.
Garvin frequently liked to wear bright white trunks, at least one size too small so they really showed him off. Was it just coincidence that both wrestlers reached in their gym bags and pulled out the white spandex for this match? Or did they perhaps call each other like teenage girls and ask: “What are you wearing to the show?” White trunks were Jimmy Garvin’s trademark, so perhaps Kevin was messing with his head by also wearing white — “My body will look better than your body in comparison,” knowing full well that wearing a matching outfit invites comparisons. (Bitch stole my look!)
Any Kevin Von Erich match would not be complete without an intense, long-held scissor session. Kevin clamps his pythons around Garvin’s throat and grinds on the pressure, flexing every muscle in his body (except maybe those really tiny eye muscles.)
This is a demonstration and celebration of Kevin’s raw strength and super-human power. We are compelled to focus our attention on Kevin’s quads and glutes displayed in those pure white trunks:
If I have one complaint about Kevin von Erich, it’s that he wasn’t submissive enough. He didn’t follow the formula of the tortured pretty-boy. He didn’t spend enough time rolling around on the floor, allowing himself to be kicked, and spit on by his dominant opponents. That’s your role in pro wrestling if you’re a beautiful specimen!
Kevin was more interested in being the powerful Alpha Male himself — he couldn’t resist taking control and he hated jobbing. He wanted to take his strength for a test-drive. It was like Kevin woke up each morning to new powers, new muscles, was as surprised as anyone about the strength he could muster. He wanted to see what he could do with it, like a young Super-Hero who gains a new ability each week.
His father, Fritz, was the promoter, so Kevin was permitted to be a non-suffering Baby-Face (An oxymoron if I’ve ever heard one.) The Boss made sure his sons were seen as gods among Texans. Kevin’s Scissors were therefore sold as unbeatable, and so were his Sleeperholds, and so was his Iron Claw. Nobody could ever top this super-human — even when he fought barefoot in vulnerable white underwear.
