New blog post about how very very much I know about very little.

Watching Watchfighters Rumble Match - Part 1 gives me so many vibes of being at a Wrestlefest. Actually, it specifically gives me vibes of being at Wrestlefest Canada. I swear I stayed in that hotel room! Well, I'm pretty sure it's at the hotel I stayed at when I enjoyed attending WF Canada three summers ago. But the vibes are about a lot more than the accommodations.

Bruno from AbsArt released a video almost exactly a month ago announcing the launch of his own channel on Watchfighters, Bruno Extra. Bruno says that he plans "to go bigger and harder" there, sharing "more spicy content," although he assures us that he'll happily continue working with the AbsArt team as well. There's definitely a demure edge to AbsArt. I mean, it's sexy as fuck and fits entirely within the boundaries of erotic content that turns me on.

So at the start of summer, I enjoyed the much anticipated arrival of Joey Mason to the UKWH roster, taking on the institution, Tim World. As the summer is coming to a close, I'm delighted to discover their rematch, Joey Mason v Tim World - Summerslam on Joey's WF channel. Sequels can be tricky, right? As beautifully explained in Scream 2, sequels have to deliver more than the original.

I've been seriously impressed with Killian Ocampo. As I've mentioned before, that combination of boy next door beauty along with a powerful physique built to punish will always catch my eye. Lately, I've been deep into old World Championship Wrestling and Mid South Wrestling videos on YouTube, enjoying that nostalgic bump from watching matches I saw as a kid when they originally aired.

Holy shit, what got into Zach Reno!? I've seen him wrestle hard and mean in the past, but seriously, he's tearing through opponents like a wood chipper lately at BG East. Not that I'm complaining, but, damn! The boy is fucking intense! Like, what exactly did Tanner Vonn say to get that level of brutality to pour out of Zach like a flame thrower in…

Not long ago, I was chatting with a friend about muscle worship videos. While wrestling is, by far, my primary kink, I occasionally get a taste for some hot muscle worship. I think it dates back to coming across some old black-and-white AMG clips years ago that included completely out-of-context scenes of one scantily clad hunk looking awestruck and euphoric as he reaches out and touches the flexing biceps of another thonged muscled man with the tentativeness of someone tapping a stovetop that may, or may not, be hot enough to burn.