This blog will be a collection of matches featuring heel/jobber squashjobs. Some fictional that I myself write as well as some submitted by self named jobbers and heels who I have had the pleasure of meeting. Most of these will contain some degree of erotic content and cater to the types of matches that I find enjoyable. I mainly started this as a venue to display some of my more adult writing abilities, so who knows what this might open up for me. Happy reading.
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Jobber of the Week: Z-Man/Tom Zenk
One of my favorites to watch get pounded growing up Tom Zenk the Z-Man.
Bonus: another Z-Man in the ring today, Zack Vazquez, is another pleasure to watch, I see a pattern forming lol.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Endangered Species: The Jobber
Some people say that there is no such thing as a jobber in professional wrestling anymore. While they are a rare sight to see these days especially in the WWE conglomerate of federations they haven't gone away completely. Here are some clips of modern day jobbber/comedy relief Santino who is just as entertaining on the mic as he is getting knocked around the ring. A pioneer for more jobbers to show up in the future? Who knows.
Santino Marella vs. Jack Swagger
Santino DQ's himself
Santino Marella vs. Jack Swagger
Santino DQ's himself
Friday, November 4, 2011
I love when they beg
I first fell in love with being a heel when I was a teen. A friend of mine and I were avid fans of pro wrestling. We often discussed our favorite stars and argued over who would beat who fantasy matches.
One day we were acting out a match wrestling in the backyard (a habit we never grew out of to this day) at one point I had him locked up in a reverse choke and body scissor combo with nowhere to go. My legs were crossed with my feet resting on his crotch as he writhed and thrashed against me. Feeling him helplessly struggling like this turned me on I admit but I wasn't going to be the one to say anything. Suddenly I felt something stir against my foot and we both froze. I shifted my foot and sure enough my friend was rockhard and his cock was throbbing against my foot.
I kept him locked in the combo hold and said the only word needed, "dude?". I heard him gasping from behind my back and a breathless "please...please don't" but his pleas were cut short by a low moan as my foot rubbed the iron pole in his baggy shorts. The thin jersey doing nothing to hide his erection at this point. I kept grinding my foot against his crotch, my own cock growing as his moans and begging grew more feverish. He sobbed as he got close almost crying as he asked me "please don't make me cum...please!" His body betrayed him, humping against my and hefoot even as I continued to tease him. I tightened my arm around his throat biting my lip in ecstasy as his moans choked off and he could only gasp and twitch as I kept stroking him.
I saw a small spot form on the light blue of his shorts and I couldn't believe it, I had him leaking in his shorts, in total control of him and he knew it. Offering no resistance as I continued stroking. His hands now just rubbing up and down my back no longer punching and clawing at me. Suddenly his back arched and he moaned out "I give! I give! You win!!" And I felt him shudder and I felt his load shooting in his thin shorts. I let him fall to the ground and as he caught his breath he panted " don't tell anybody fucker". I slid my hand down his body and cupped his balls firmly. That moan...so sexy. I leaned into him our lips an inch apart 'our not so little secret eh?" His eyes wide and locked with mine he slowly nodded. With a firm grip on his still hard cock squishing the load in his shorts around his twitching cock I stood him up. "Let's get you cleaned up, feels like a mess in there". He grinned and followed me into the house with a firm grip on his bulge.
End.
One day we were acting out a match wrestling in the backyard (a habit we never grew out of to this day) at one point I had him locked up in a reverse choke and body scissor combo with nowhere to go. My legs were crossed with my feet resting on his crotch as he writhed and thrashed against me. Feeling him helplessly struggling like this turned me on I admit but I wasn't going to be the one to say anything. Suddenly I felt something stir against my foot and we both froze. I shifted my foot and sure enough my friend was rockhard and his cock was throbbing against my foot.
I kept him locked in the combo hold and said the only word needed, "dude?". I heard him gasping from behind my back and a breathless "please...please don't" but his pleas were cut short by a low moan as my foot rubbed the iron pole in his baggy shorts. The thin jersey doing nothing to hide his erection at this point. I kept grinding my foot against his crotch, my own cock growing as his moans and begging grew more feverish. He sobbed as he got close almost crying as he asked me "please don't make me cum...please!" His body betrayed him, humping against my and hefoot even as I continued to tease him. I tightened my arm around his throat biting my lip in ecstasy as his moans choked off and he could only gasp and twitch as I kept stroking him.
I saw a small spot form on the light blue of his shorts and I couldn't believe it, I had him leaking in his shorts, in total control of him and he knew it. Offering no resistance as I continued stroking. His hands now just rubbing up and down my back no longer punching and clawing at me. Suddenly his back arched and he moaned out "I give! I give! You win!!" And I felt him shudder and I felt his load shooting in his thin shorts. I let him fall to the ground and as he caught his breath he panted " don't tell anybody fucker". I slid my hand down his body and cupped his balls firmly. That moan...so sexy. I leaned into him our lips an inch apart 'our not so little secret eh?" His eyes wide and locked with mine he slowly nodded. With a firm grip on his still hard cock squishing the load in his shorts around his twitching cock I stood him up. "Let's get you cleaned up, feels like a mess in there". He grinned and followed me into the house with a firm grip on his bulge.
End.
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
One Hit Wonder
After a long line of humiliating pins and k.o. finishes I was offered a bone by management. They said to attract a bigger crowd they wanted to feature boxing matches and they wanted me to face the first boxer they brought in. I thought this could be a nice change of pace and I was sure I would finally get a 1 in the wins column, I might get my ass kicked wrestling but going blow for blow would be a different story.
I wasn't familiar with erotic boxing so I felt a little silly at first in my ring gear. Bright yellow boxing gloves, a matching thong and white knee high boots with yellow laces. I ignored the feeling and worked to psych myself up, this guy probably hadn't been very successful in the boxing arenas so he had come to our fed looking to beat on a few wrestlers to get his rocks off. I would show him he wasn't going to have a cakewalk here like he thought.
I came out to the ring as the Gold Stinger as me boxing stage name and I couldn't believe the sight of the trained boxer they brought in. This kid was 5'7 and 110 soaking wet. He wore blue in contrast to my yellow and his arms looked about as threatening as styrofoam. I couldn't help cracking a smile watching him jump around pumping his fists at the crowd, and then turned to face me pounding his gloves together with a dark scowl. I rolled my neck still grinning as the ref made a mockery of asking for a good clean fight. We touched gloves and the bell rang. As I lifted my arms this punk slid in fast as lightning I looked down to see his blue glove come crashing into my face. The uppercut lifted me off my feet and I hit the canvas hard and out cold. My cock growing in the pouch of my thong as the ref counted me out. The Boxer jumped around my spreadeagle form before just to add insult to injury he grabbed my hands making me jerk myself in the boxing gloves. My cum load seeped out my thong and coated a good portion of the gloves. He slapped my hands away leaving me sprawled in the ring and cummed. At first silent in shock at probably the shortest boxing match ever seen, the crowd went wild and The Boxer was officially born. For a month matches between him and other wrestlers and 2 rematches against me. Each of my matches ending in a one hit knockout. Our third and final match took about 6 minutes. 6 minutes of me wildly swinging and humiliated as he easily dodged me all over the ring before he tired of the game and after a wild haymaker that swung wide he came in for that famous uppercut and left me sprawled in the middle of the ring counting sheep. To end our final match he decided to give a big ending. He crammed his cock in my mouth, facefucking me and with perfect timing as the ref lifted his arm his load blew soaking my face in his victory cumshot. Photos snapped of my face covered in his cum and my thong showing a huge throbbing tent.
I wasn't familiar with erotic boxing so I felt a little silly at first in my ring gear. Bright yellow boxing gloves, a matching thong and white knee high boots with yellow laces. I ignored the feeling and worked to psych myself up, this guy probably hadn't been very successful in the boxing arenas so he had come to our fed looking to beat on a few wrestlers to get his rocks off. I would show him he wasn't going to have a cakewalk here like he thought.
I came out to the ring as the Gold Stinger as me boxing stage name and I couldn't believe the sight of the trained boxer they brought in. This kid was 5'7 and 110 soaking wet. He wore blue in contrast to my yellow and his arms looked about as threatening as styrofoam. I couldn't help cracking a smile watching him jump around pumping his fists at the crowd, and then turned to face me pounding his gloves together with a dark scowl. I rolled my neck still grinning as the ref made a mockery of asking for a good clean fight. We touched gloves and the bell rang. As I lifted my arms this punk slid in fast as lightning I looked down to see his blue glove come crashing into my face. The uppercut lifted me off my feet and I hit the canvas hard and out cold. My cock growing in the pouch of my thong as the ref counted me out. The Boxer jumped around my spreadeagle form before just to add insult to injury he grabbed my hands making me jerk myself in the boxing gloves. My cum load seeped out my thong and coated a good portion of the gloves. He slapped my hands away leaving me sprawled in the ring and cummed. At first silent in shock at probably the shortest boxing match ever seen, the crowd went wild and The Boxer was officially born. For a month matches between him and other wrestlers and 2 rematches against me. Each of my matches ending in a one hit knockout. Our third and final match took about 6 minutes. 6 minutes of me wildly swinging and humiliated as he easily dodged me all over the ring before he tired of the game and after a wild haymaker that swung wide he came in for that famous uppercut and left me sprawled in the middle of the ring counting sheep. To end our final match he decided to give a big ending. He crammed his cock in my mouth, facefucking me and with perfect timing as the ref lifted his arm his load blew soaking my face in his victory cumshot. Photos snapped of my face covered in his cum and my thong showing a huge throbbing tent.
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