Moving On

This is the only point of reference I care to have for Miley Cyrus.

I did not watch the MTV Awards, so somehow I feel like I should be entitled not to be subjected to the constant bombardment of commentary and judgment of them that I see from every news outlet that I visit. My only, and I mean ONLY point of reference for giving the smallest shit possible about Miley Cyrus is that she is/was/pretended to be at some point engaged to Aussie body beautiful Liam Hemsworth, who appeared in the most recent addition to my celebrity homoerotic wrestling fiction universe, Producer’s Ring, in which Liam battled nasty and naked against big (BIG!) brother Chris. Way, way, way back there in the chain of associations there’s someone I seriously could not pick out of a lineup who goes by the name Miley Cyrus. That’s all I want to know about her. She has zero further importance to me, other than that I must cut her out of my Aussie brother fuck-fantasies and insert myself, pasted directly between the embattled muscle bodies of Liam and Chris. Period. Seriously people. Move on.

Now if JT strips and dirty dances, that should be televised non-stop for weeks.

Speaking of moving on, I give a slightly bigger shit to the news I saw that the MTV Awards provided the setting for NSync to get back for about two blinks of an eye. Sure, I got hot and sweaty over them when they were barely legal, but more importantly in my erotic fantasy life, Justin Timberlake starred in an all-star, three-way erotic combat fantasy match in the Producer’s Ring against both Ryan Reynolds and Bradley Cooper. For those familiar with Producer’s Ring, it was a Focus Group match (as was the Hemsworth v Hemsworth beatdown), which means the boys battled it out in a gay bathhouse fight-pit wearing, at least to start, nothing but terrycloth.  Yeah, somehow I feel a little dirty and a little shallow admitting that Timberlake was polishing me off long before he and his personal trainer carved that hardbodied torso he likes to show off when he’s moonlighting as an actor. I’m okay with it, though.

JC Chasez may not be dating Chace Crawford, but he is wrestling down and dirty in my homoerotic wrestling imagination.

But Justin is not the only NSync boy to make a satisfying appearance in my celebrity homoerotic wrestling fantasy fiction. JC Chasez sorted me out quite nicely when they were actually a boyband, and then he turned up just a couple of years ago climbing into the pro wrestling ring in my imagination for a battle of the boyander resurrectionists, fighting for a second set of 15 minutes of fame against 98 Degrees pec-master, Jeff Timmons. I swear to Neptune that then and now I’d kick Nick Lachey to the curb in an instant for a naked romp with Timmons. The Chasez v Timmons ring match was seriously ugly, permitting me to sort out seriously guilty vices from a decade earlier when I crushed, in shameful silence, on boybanders-who-should-wrestle.

This is precisely how I imagine Jeff Timmons looks after a seriously brutal, no-holds-barred homoerotic wrestling beatdown in the ring.

I saw the news today that Timmons is back to tempt me into further flights of erotic fantasy, hosting a new stage show called the Men of the Strip, putting his Chippendales stint to good use by stripping down alongside eight other hardbodied hotties and teasing audiences to as much sexual arousal as they can legally experience in public (it is Nevada, after all).

Jeff Timmons is screaming for a face-sitting pec claw!

I’m lighting some sage and placing a shot of JD at an altar to the gods of homoerotic wrestling, praying for Men of the Strip to morph into a reality television series in which the strippers compete in a single elimination tournament of professional style homoerotic rip n’ strip wrestling in front of a live audience of unbuttoned gay men (I’ve got my seat reserved in the front row).  It’s my wrestling fantasy, so I get to make the rules, and they’re simple. Single elimination, pinfall or submission, the eight d-listers pound it out in quarter finals, semis, and then finals to decide which hardbodied fantasyman gets to face Timmon’s nipples for the grand prize of being a backup dancer for a Timberlake music video.  Please, oh please gods of homoerotic wrestling, hear my plea…

Which also-ran do you think would pound his way to the top of the heap, and could he take Sweet as Sugar Timmons for his shot working Timberlake from behind?  Here are the Men of the Strip that caught my eye as contenders…

Joel Sajion is said to be a Latin soap star… I say he’s got the ammo for a fantastically brutal side headlock.
Nate Estimada is billed as a pro wrestler wannabe, meaning he’s got the inside track on a potential pec-to-pec bearhug contest with Timmons.
Chris Boudreaux is said to be a former football star (don’t ask me) who looks so, so pretty… but I think he’d have strong potential for a nasty, narcissistic heel.
Dwayne Baldwin is apparently a fitness trainer, but those bedroom eyes convince me he’d be a serious contender for distracting an opponent with a come-and-fuck-me gaze.
UFC fighter Charles Dera could easily bring the goods to blow the competition clean out of the ring with high impact strikes and stomps.
Kyle Efthemes is described simply as a veteran Vegas stage performer, but I’m having a hard time picturing any homoerotic opponent not popping his cork the moment he gets his hands on Kyle’s insanely proportioned fantasy physique!

Family Drama… the Most Brutal Drama of All!

I’ve recently put pen to page for the first time in months, writing new homoerotic wrestling fiction. The break in this long dry spell feels like a fresh spring shower. It’ll probably be a while before I have something in shape to publish, but in the mean time, Alex has written a piece especially for the Producer’s Ring that has me dizzy with delight.  For those who don’t know, the Producer’s Ring is a creation of mine, comprised of a universe in which geopolitical power has been subsumed under the elites of the entertainment-industrial complex.  The most powerful man on earth is Eli Brody, who makes all of the most important decisions in casting the hunks of entertainment by relying on homoerotic wrestling competitions. It’s a quirky universe formed out of my own kinks and fantasies, pitting celebrity muscles against one another in ranging degrees of explicit erotic competition. One of the more explicit venues in the Producer’s Ring is the series of “Focus Group” matches, set in a Seattle bathhouse. With an all-gay, sexed up audience looking on, celebrities desperate to demonstrate that they’ve got what it takes to win fans battle in nothing but a terrycloth towel (though I don’t think anyone has managed to keep their towel on through an entire match). “Winning” is as much about inspiring the sexual fantasies of the Focus Group as it is about coming out on top in the bare naked physical confrontation.  It’s been a while since I’ve posted a new story to Producer’s Ring, but yesterday I had the pleasure of publishing a Focus Group match written by Alex.

Chris Hemworth dripping wet.

Alex has done a fantastic job of capturing the quirks and idiosyncrasies of the Producer’s Ring, and he’s written a stunningly sexy brother-on-brother Focus Group confrontation between Chris and Liam Hemsworth.  As if in reply, the Chris Hemsworth PR machine (in the real-life universe) just allowed Thor to be captured soaking wet and ripped to shreds wrapped in terrycloth at the beach.

Chris makes terrycloth look so good!

Chris made me a believer in packing on the beef for his divinely hot superhero performances. That  body!  6’3″ and stacked like a comic book superhero, this blond bombshell inspires an infinite supply of homoerotic wrestling fantasies in my imagination. But when I heard that Chris has an aspiring actor “little” brother who’s also 6’3″ and a tasty side of beef, my brother-on-brother fetish was absolutely tweaked. “Little” Liam is nowhere near the muscle boy that his big (BIG) brother is, but hell yeah! I’d lick him from head to toe and make him forget Billy Ray’s daughter with an over-the-knee backbreaker blow job any day of the week!

“Little” Liam Hemsworth looks to follow in his brother’s footsteps?

Thor, the Huntsman… Chris is clearly a rising stock in Hollywood. But so is Liam. The little Hemsworth got oiled up and eroticized in his breakout role opposite now-fiance’ Miley, and he’s riding a PR bulldozer in the franchise of Hunger Games. Hollywood could very well be big enough for two sexy-beast Aussie brothers, of course. But in the Producer’s Ring? Highly unlikely!

Liam glows with a sheen of sweat and perky nips.

Alex’ Focus Group match tells a story that my homoerotic wrestling imagination is aching for: Hemsworth v Hemsworth. Terrycloth towels (only briefly) wrapped around their waists… stimulated bathhouse gayboys watching on and working up a wave of passion… big, beautiful muscle on big, beautiful muscle! A backstory of hard feelings that always arise from the bullying of big brothers makes this a fantastic drama and a outrageously sexy combat.

Liam prepares for the mind games of the Producer’s Ring.

Love, love, love this match! Alex has permission to write for Producer’s Ring anytime! As for me, having watched Hunger Games and only read the first book, I just have to scratch my head and wonder what magic Liam is smuggling in his trunks to make his character in Games the leading man choice over gorgeously and adorably nerdilicious hunk with a superhero square jaw, Josh Hutcherson.

I’d kick a Hemsworth to the curb for a shot at this alpha dog!

I smell a grudge match shaping up!