The Wrestling Voyeur


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.


Heck, just the written descriptions of matches from some of the gay wrestling companies like BG East, BG Wrestling, and Can-Am make even more erotic the visual images of hot bodies grappling. Not that anybody needs any more inspiration than Tyrell Tomsen’s stunningly naked body bearhugging his totally outclassed opponent, but BG East’s write-up of Strip Stakes 1 is hot voyeurism:
  • “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.”
Its the color commentary, the perspective from voyeur sitting in the shadows in the corner, watching and worshipping, that helps to turn the concept of competitive violence into homoeroticism.

John Savage’s bouts in Arena Island Celebrity Wrestling (get there via Rants Roids n Rasslin if he’s taking new members) do a nice job with celebrity “color commentary,” bringing both humor and a distinctly voyeuristic sexiness to the wrestling happening in the ring. In my own homoerotic wrestling fiction in the Producer’s Ring, I think I see my narrative as the view of the voyeur, the third-person color commentator. Perhaps it would be sexy to try to out the character of an actual commentator at some point.