Even armored in newly minted, mouthwatering muscle, high impact x-wrestler Gabriel Ross can only sit back and sip his tea, hoping that those crazy Americans get it right. Then again, Gabriel and his UK buddies have their own political insanity to sort out on their side of the pond...
Monstercocked leatherboy Rob Chandler and dizzyingly handsome x-wrestler Chris Xaos both command my lustful adoration. These gorgeous, nasty battlers do such things to me! But one thing that they can't do: cast a vote for the American politicians who will undoubtedly have undue influence over the world economy and their own local well-being in the UK. Truly, I'm sorry boys.
Ben Monaco and his hot and hairy pecs are Canadian, which is a particularly hard place to be on a day like today, I'd think. There's so much American shit that rolls down hill and across our northern border. Again, Canada's got their own bizarre politics to cope with, but at least they have universal health care. And if it's any consolation, at least Ben and his compatriots will have another 3 years or so before they have to hear completely ignorant and misleading American political ads warning against being "too much like Canada."
Rio Garza compete for Mexico in fitness competitions, though his livelihoods seem intimately tied to his commercial success in the US. I can't imagine what the US campaign season looks like from south of the border. Even worse than for Ben and the Canadians, Rio and his countrymen can almost certainly count on being continually demonized as the barbarian hordes beating down the gates of America, all of them drug dealers and mafioso murders who want nothing more than to sneak across the border in order to sit in their lazyboys and soak in all the free shit American's mistakenly think we provide anyone, much less undocumented immigrants. It's guaranteed that U.S. policy makers will bat around Mexican interests like a cat with a ball of string, but do Mexicans get to have any voice in directly influencing their overly wealthy cousins to the north? Despite wildly misleading allegations of voter fraud (always implicating Central and South American immigrants), the answer is no.
Vlad Varek is billed a Russian cage fighter who made just one trip to this country to beat the living shit out of a few weak-assed Americans. True story or promotional gimmick, I can't actually attest, but if Vlad is indeed from the motherland, he's also got to be wondering just how much more saber rattling American politics will get based on who we elect today. The right wingers in this country still try to dabble in resurrecting Cold War terrors to motivate the electorate, and let's face it, Russians have more than their fair share of both widespread corruption and undue influence over their neighbors, near and far. But whether the US will keep trying to put the boogeyman mask on them or, conceivably, deploy actual diplomacy that doesn't come at the point of our over-estimated sword, Vlad and his peeps can only wonder.
I've got a crrrrazy infatuation building for the particular combo of Dan the Steel Muscle God and the return of his plaything, Wimpy Boy. These Hungarian beauties have managed to reach halfway across the globe and grab me by the balls with the intoxicating chemistry that they've got going. I sweat to god, I'd do a lot of things for the chance to get my hands on SMG, but I'd give my left kidney to round out the entirely naked threesome with BOTH SMG and Wimpy Boy. I have no idea what their politics are, but if they know what's good for them, they'd better be hoping for increased prosperity for their army of gay US fans. Whether they think that would come from re-electing President Obama or siding with $Romney$ and Ayn Rand budget slasher, it doesn't really matter, does it? Because Hungarians don't get a vote in our crazy hot mess of an election in the US.
I'm sure there are more citizens of the world in our homoerotic wrestling universe, but those are the ones I could come up with on short notice. Whether this little jaunt across the globe actually serves as a distraction or not from the insanity of election day in the US, I don't know. But for those of you like me feeling extremely tense and at least a little nauseated today with worry about the future of the US and our social and civil rights, I encourage you to pop in a homoerotic wrestling tape, lay back, and pound yourself into a stupor until the political ads start to fade. After you've voted, bitches. But then, let your favorite wrestlers take you far, far away.