I’ve started writing 6’1″ Abraham into more than one fictional celebrity wrestling match, but each time I’ve been sidetracked. The fates just haven’t lined up for him to be fully birthed into my wrestling kink imagined world of hot, sweaty, homoerotic celebrity wrestling fiction.

Reportedly, Abraham is a PETA-packing vegetarian who advocates for Habitat for Humanity on the side. That’s really all the detail (or rumor) I need to slide him securely into the spot of a chiseled-chinned hero who’s accustomed to brining men to their knees from the stunning combination of his beauty and fantastic physique. I see him as a classic white knight with cocky swagger and self-righteous inevitability about him, which you and I know is the perfect set up for some nasty, nasty (nasty) heel beat down.

And you and I also both know that those broad, massive pecs are like giant bulls eyes waiting for torture-turned-worship with a chaser of more brutal torture to wash it all down. All right… I need to get back to writing now….