The Construct

I used to be a fan of pro-wrestling. It’s like soap opera for men. Never mind the idea of two (or more) guys in trunks or tights grappling each other, trying to pin the other or make him submit. It’s the brainless and barbaric side to pro-wrestling that appeals to me. And yes, for hot-blooded men out there, there’s always the sexual appeal of the women and, as WWE color commentator Jerry Lawler exclaims, “The puppies, JR, look at those puppies.” Puppies referring not to canine young, but to big, and luscious mammaries.

Which leads me to wonder how could they move with those gigantic breasts? (Well, most of they would have probably had their breasts done like this New Jersey breast augmentation). I mean, it’s really amazing, especially when they begin to wrestle – doing all of those high flying. Do those racks make them aerodynamic or something? I wouldn’t know, ’cause I don’t have boobs.

I really wonder if seeing girls go competitive would even account for women empowerment. I mean the wrestling fan demographic is composed by hot-blooded beer-fueled males and a large part of women wrestling appeal would probably be the male fetish of seeing women “got at it.”

Retired female wrestler Trish Stratus claimed in an interview that she would never do Playboy which is stark contrast to the rest of the other WWE Divas (like Sable, Torrie Wilson, Ashley Massaro, Candice Michelle…). Trish claims “it’s not my style” and says that she wants to be remembered as a champion wrestler.

Oh well, whatever they say, it will always boil down to “The puppies, JR!”