I don’t watch wrestling… well, I do, but not really. I look at the smoking hot muscle guys all oiled up in the squared circle with their microphones and their booming voices not because I love wrestling, but because it’s on. My husband is an avid WWE fan, so every Monday night I’m stuck trying to tune out Raw. Then the Rock shows up, and I find myself drawn in by the shine on his teeth and I can’t look away. And then his muscles start flexing and the crowd chants about Boots and Asses and Fruity Pebbles, and I just sigh. Imagine being able to command an arena full of people like that. It’s insane.

Anyway, now that I’ve fallen so far down into the quagmire, I’ll let you ladies ogle the hot men of Wrestlemania. And for those of you who aren’t impressed by big, muscle guys, whatevs. There are tons of women who are and I just so happen to be one of them.