Neff asks whether comedic heels are taken seriously enough, using Damian Dunne to show that they can often be criminally underrated.
In the first accessibility review for a while, Neff looks at Frontline Wrestling, the newest venture of Will Ospreay.
Will Ospreay and Jimmy Havoc forgot about Paul Robinson, content that he was no longer a threat, no longer an adversary or aid, no longer relevant. They found out that they were wrong.
With their upcoming match at Progress Chapter 76: Hello Wembley!, we take a look at the feud between Mark Andrews and Eddie Dennis that’s been a year in the making.
On the tenth anniversary of becoming disabled, Neff talks about their discussions with Jimmy Havoc, 364 days after they first had a proper conversation. And wishes him a happy birthday into the bargain.
We take a look at how Lucha Forever measures up in regards to accessibility and communication.
Using ‘The World of Wrestling’ by Roland Barthes, we explore the idea of what a wrestler should be, and who might be the platonic ideal of a wrestler, with a heavy bias towards those the author enjoys.
[CN: sexual assault, PTSD, panic attacks, alcohol-induced blackouts]
This is a post I’ve been putting off for a while, partially because I’m not sure who’s really interested in reading about my personal bullshit, and partially because I wasn’t sure I was ready to write it without losing my shit. I work pretty hard to appear normal and functional when I’m at wrestling events (disability aside!) and not let slip the fact that, usually, I’m absolutely terrified of being there. Now, these experiences are by no means universal, and I’m not saying that this applies to everyone. For me, this is how I feel when I go to wrestling shows, as a rape survivor, and someone with PTSD.
When I describe wrestling to people, I say it’s a combination of sports and theatre. How it plays out as a sport is obvious, but as theatre, many of the different companies have different ideas as to how it should work. Which is best? Well, it’s not quite that simple.
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.