Wrestling commentators can make a match distinctly sexy. Of course, there are the loudmouth commentators who pump their own storyline and serve little purpose other than to distract from the action in the ring. But the commentator doing his job, commenting, describing in detail, focused intently, can kick up the sexiness. The role of the commentator is by default the perspective of the voyeur. He observes the muscled fighters from a distance, uninvolved directly in the action. He’s like the guy in the shadows, the third man who gets off on sitting in the corner of the room watching two others go at it. He has the ability to heighten the sexuality for all involved, 
appreciating the details, bringing the bird’s eye view of the intimate moment that the two grapplers themselves are too close to perceive. The British commentator for this old match from the UK is clearly engaged in some spontaneous body worship of the very hotly muscled Japanese wrestler, Fuji Yamada. “13 and a half stone of solid muscle,” (07:05) is both true and perhaps a little gratuitous. One might think that the commentator is drawn to note Yamada’s muscles in comparison to his scrawny, ugly Brit opponent. But then in a moment of watching Yamada just circling the ring, the commentator sounds almost beside himself, noting from out of the blue, “the musculature there… look, just look at the body on that Japanese guy!” (00:15). Of course, we were already looking! But the excitement from the voyeur on the sidelines publicly confirms what we’ve privately recognized. This is a body to be marveled at, remarked upon, admired and worshipped.
- “Chiseled slabs tense and ripple in high relief as he flexes in a self-indulgent display that will thrill muscle marks and even entrances the cameraman, who can’t tear himself away as The Arena door opens and Tyrell’s opponent enters.”
played the part around the same time as the more popular 
, but for my money, Crabbe’s Tarzan was far sexier and more entertaining. 
sole project as the “ape man” was memorable… well, Miller in a loincloth was memorable. When I first saw a 
portrayal of Tarzan, I was instantly in love. Henry played a more “intellectual” jungle man, but his loin cloth was astonishingly brief, his muscled legs were stunningly long, and his hairy torso was incredibly hot. But I believe my favorite and most lusted-after Tarzan had to be 
. He didn’t have quite the hard body that Henry had, but there were more than occasional bare-ass shots as Scott’s loin cloth rode up his crack. He perhaps wasn’t quite as handsome as Crabbe, in my book, but he was totally adorable. Although bondage and wrestling seem to have been regularly occurring themes in many of the Tarzan movies, the image of Scott captured and bound is seared in my memory and cherished in my mental collection of homoerotic images. Of course much later portrayals of Tarzan featured gorgeous boys. 
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