Listen, here's the god's honest truth...
If you watch WWE/ Pro wrestling you are GAY. If you don't want to admit it, be that way. But you are satisfying your subconscious desire to stare at well muscled men in skimpy little banana hammocks toss each other around. They get into various positions, the camera does closeups, they sweat, strain, grunt and howl. They ripple their pecs, and you watch.
You're obviously not into it for the competition, there is none, because it's scripted, so you can't say you love the sportsmanship of it, cuz there is NONE.
Think about it.
It's men grabbing men that you watch for hours.
You may have watched MEN grabbing MEN for an hour or two tonight. Heck. You may stare at men grabbing men for a couple hours a week.
Say that to yourself in it's true context. You set time aside in your schedule to do this so say this.
"I like watching muscular men roll around a ring. I watch it every week."
I think if you watch an hour or two of female mud wrestling a week that's cool.
Otherwise, embrace the gay in you.