Is it my imagination, or is the field unusually shallow this month?! Not to say anything negative about any one of the nominees (mostly because that just gets me in trouble), but I have to say, in the aggregate, the average homoerotic wrestling release for February 2013 was simply not as hot as I've been accustomed to lately. Wasn't it just a few months ago I was referring to our new Golden Age of homoerotic wrestling? I'm officially putting out a call for suggestions for a new homoerotic wrestling fix, because while Can-Am has gone dormant and when BG East is between catalogs, I'm missing something new, innovative, and inspiring. Muscle Domination looks like my best chance for a new infatuation, but the video quality and quality of wrestling needs to continue to improve to keep up with their creativity. SMG just has to growl and I'm turned on, but his wrestling fetish work is more fetish than wrestling lately, hampering his chances at being a headliner in the field. That said, there's one wrestler who I'm calling out of this field as decidedly above average, who legitimately revved my engine and made me swoon. If this field were tighter, he might not have managed grabbing the ring, but that shouldn't minimize the effect that this particularly enjoyable muscle hunk had on me in February. With all of those caveats and words of caution out of the way, my newest pick for homoerotic wrestler of the month is...
... Rock Hard Wrestling's Will Stanley.
I've already given a detailed blow by blow of this match, so I'll try not to repeat myself too much. The first thing that grabbed me about Will here is the skin-tight-cat-suit of a singlet he wears. I'm not nearly as focused on gear as I know many of you are, but damn, damn, DAMN, Mr. Stanley wears that singlet OUT! There's something gorgeously classic about the gear choice that gives me a hit of watching old British pro wrestling on youtube. And it proves the old adage that sometime the sexiest outfit is not the skimpiest.
|Nylon clad British beef|
|Like me, that skin tight singlet just wants to cling to that gorgeously muscled body!|
|Will shuts his eyes tightly to pretend his humiliation isn't being caught on camera.|
|That skinny git just fucked me up!?!?|
Ethan takes the first fall with a submission. Will is a supremely tasty treat flat on his back with his eyes closed as if refusing to see the truth that a "skinny kid" like Ethan just schooled his seriously fine ass. That Ethan does not capitalize on the moment to pry this bulging stud the rest of the way out of that epic singlet is 2% an indictment of Ethan and 98% an indictment of Rock Hard Wrestling, I think. We know for a fact that Ethan is well aware that his expert work is being consumed ravenously by gay fans aching to see him own this vulnerable hunk of British beef (no horse meat here!). And if Mr. Stanley isn't fully aware of the star power packed inside that unrealized moment of getting stripped to a more modest layer of fight gear, with a bod like that he should be. We've seen him in gorgeously tight trunks, so the missed opportunity of watching Ethan pull out a crow bar and peel that sucker off as Will lies there checking his ego is hard to watch.
|Will's muscles, like his ego, swell stunningly once he's got momentum going his way.|
Not hard to watch, however, is Will's body as it seems to swell like a balloon the harder he works and the sweatier he grows in this match. Those shoulders alone seem to take him from from a 44L to a 48L suit coat in about 5 minutes. He's got lovely everything, of course, but that hip tat peaking out over the top of his peeled down singlet is simply awesome, and further evidence both of the allure of a teasing glimpse and the missed opportunity of not ripping that navy blue nylon the rest of the way off of his body.
|British beef pretzel|
|Ethan stares up at the face of my new homoerotic wrestler of the month.|
Will Stanley has a long way to go if he's going to be a serious staple in my diet of recurring favorite homoerotic wrestlers, but he's got a golden foundation of beautiful muscles and a sharp wit made all the more cutting by a working class English accent. He doesn't entirely own the ring, so I'm longing to see his ring skills get as pumped up as those massive deltoid muscles. But he does, however, own Ethan Andrews delightfully and decisively, stroking my fantasies and keeping my eyes riveted on his every move, clinch, flex and strut, earning him a relative newcomer's uncharacteristic awarding of my homoerotic wrestler of the month. Keep up the good work, Will.