It’s that time again, my kayfabulous kittens, and while we’re overdue thanks to those delightful BritWres boys, I thought we’d catch up on the last couple of weeks. A drought of delectable gentleman is never a good thing now, is it? And while those pretty English boys might slake our lust for a week or two, there’s something nice about going back to a well-used toy, darlings. And so here we are again, back in bed with WWE and wishing we’d had less to drink last night, trying to slip out of the door without waking them up and making us give them our number!
It’s that time again, my deviant darlings, another hands-on exposé of the hottest BritWres babes being passed around the international circuit like so much eye candy! This week we’re getting our sticky little fingers on Marty Scurll, villain extraordinaire and star of all those filthy daddy kink fantasies you listen to Lana Del Rey for! Marty’s addition to our kayfabulous collection of gentlemen is going to soothe all the ills of the week, lovelies, just you wait and see.
Hello, my little kayfabulous delights! What a week we’ve had, my darlings, one can hardly believe it. If you’ve missed any of the gorgeously gay goings-on this week, don’t worry, I’m here to catch you up and spread the love like our pretty boys spread their legs! We’ve got a lot to cram in this week, but don’t worry, we’re good at prepping you first – even though I’m sure you like it a little rough and ready! Well, don’t stand around like a spare prick, lovelies! Let’s get started!
Hello darlings! Well, between the Rumble and Raw, and a lot of Progress, your poor, exhausted writer has watched over 25 hours of wrestling this week, and recapped nine of those. Frankly, my poppets, one is utterly exhausted from all this, and so, this week’s Gaywatch shall be a solo celebration, rather than a selection of week’s goodies. That’s right, my loves, like the Seth special, it’s a deliciously kayfabulous one-wrestler parade of perversion this week, starring the one and only Jimmy Fucking Havoc, British wrestling version of that boy you fancied when you were a teenager in the 2000’s.
Well, happy new year, dearest, dirty little darlings! I know it’s a trying time for all of us at the moment, what with certain governmental nonsense, but sweethearts, if the world of wrestling is good for nothing else, it’s at least good for giving us gorgeous piles of man to drool over, right? I mean, um… emotional connections, storytelling, spots – oh, who am I kidding? We all know why we’re here! Here’s our update on what’s been happening the last few weeks, while we’ve all been too distracted by political thoughts. Don’t look, darlings, it’s all terribly upsetting. Instead, let me update you on the love lives of our boys of WWE.
Hello my darlings, and we’re starting to get into spooky season now! Hell in a Cell is coming up, only to be made slightly less scary by the pink ring rope for Breast Cancer Awareness month, but you know, I’m sure that won’t peturb anyone! Our kayfabulous delights are flourishing like fungi in an autumn wood, only slightly less moist and only minorly more unsettling. Without further ado – it’s WWE Gaywatch!
Goodness me, darlings, how time flies while one is incapacitated with nasty germs! Well, now I’m back to feeling slightly more pumpkin spice latte than I have been, we’ll do a quick round up of who’s dallying with whom, and head into the rest of the month with a clean slate of kayfabulousness, and without me writing this from a bath full of wrestling figurines. Don’t judge me, sweetlings, Dean needed a wash. And you can’t wash Dean without Seth coming too, it’s just not done. Roman knows that all too well.