Jobber Spotlight: Ted Dibiase Jr.

Since it didn't seem able to maintain a weekly schedule, I have changed the "Jobber of the Week" to "Jobber Spotlight"  lol so I don't feel so guilty posting an "of the week" topic every three months.
So, today's spotlight will be on Ted DiBiase Jr.  I haven't watched RAW or Smackdown etc. in a very long time.  No cable, or network television for that matter and I only occasionally read up on blogs and forums to catch up on what's going on.  As you can see I hardly have time to write about it every week, let alone getting to sit down and just enjoy a wrestling marathon.  Mini rant finished, I went into all of that to say that I don't know if Ted has picked up in his win column, or if he's still making a living getting creamed and looking great doing it.  Either way, during that harsh losing streak last year I have to say I was always excited to see him coming down the ramp and wondering who was going to mop the floor with the Million Dollar Boy. He had a knack for making it look sexy and sometimes even erotic (see: his feud with Randy Orton) getting his ass kicked all around the ring.  Certainly in the top list for Jobber Gold.

 

 

Muscled Jobbers

Muscleman Ahtu gets demolished by Low-Ki

People always get a look at me and are either outright shocked or highly skeptical/critical of my status (and fetish) of being a jobber. Not only a jobber but even more eager than usual to get destroyed on the mats by a heel much smaller than me. Maybe it's the idea of going against the assumed roles in a wrestling match or just the erotic aspect fused with my fetish for wrestling that results in my almost exclusively submissive/bottom role in the ring. Or something else altogether, who knows.

I just want to take a minute to showcase other guys who have put in time at the gym to build muscular bodies and despite all those muscles end up down for the count when it's another wrestler they're up against. Believe it or not, I'm not the only musclebitch out there ;-)

Stuck in his own finisher

Chris Masters: Granted he wasn't a jobber in his beginning days of WWE, and went from face to heel to some blended area but as the WWE slowly showed him the way out, he was subjected to humiliating defeats like these...

Muscleboy Beaten and wedgied

Braden Charron:  Save 2 (I believe) victories, Braden has been a 100% muscle jobber boy in his time with BG East.  Humiliated by opponents of all sizes ranging from cocky Johnny Firestorm to fellow bodybuilder Joe Robbins, Braden just can't catch a break.

Braden Breaking Bodybuilder Bearhug

Roll Over Jobber

Rob's more flamboyant gear

Rob Conway: Also, not a jobber through his career, but the WWE certainly humiliated him plenty before releasing him of his contract: Which culminated in a 5 second defeat at the hands of Jeff Hardy, Rob begging for another chance after talking a big game about quitting if he didn't win his next match (after a loooong string of losses).  McMahon promptly came down to the ring and fired him since he didn't have the balls to go through with his own vow.

In case you forget his name lol

Kid Brock: Another member of the BG East roster who has unfortunately hung up his trunks (and took no naked pictures, inconsiderate).  He was built like a truck and looked to have the muscle and strength to beat down any opponent but had a 0 win column as of his last match with BG East.  His fatal flaw was big muscles, but no stamina-power moves tired him out quick and got him crushed notably by much smaller Eric Moreira and flattened by Blaze.

those jobberwhite trunks yanked high

muscleman can't break the pretty boy's sleeper

Just a few examples of big muscle guys in the business who didn't seem able to get a win on the mats, despite muscle mass and tough look-the weights don't fight back, and that's what seems to get us every time.

Cheers fellow muscle jobbers ;-)

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Pretty In Pink (Continued Easy Breezy Beautiful)

Lamb to my Slaughter

I turned around and saw him coming in from the showers, a perfect stack of jobber muscle, thick semi hard cock bouncing between his thighs, and teasing that damp never ending hair with an oversized towel.  As he walked by me his thigh brushed my bulge and it took everything in me not to moan out loud.  Adonis looked over and smirked at me pulsing hardon.  "Looks like somebody enjoyed his last match" and winked at me.  I knew it was wrong, I knew I just needed to play this right and this blonde bitch would be my plaything for life if not for the night.  But I could feel my temperature rising, my whole  head was throbbing in time with my pulse.  If anybody noticed the rapidly dissolving self control and the grip that was bending my locker door in my fist they certainly didn't say anything-maybe they wanted to see this prettyboy get maimed as much as I wanted to do the maiming.

He made his way to his locker and after another look back at the pulsing bulge in my jock, he reached in and instead of the trunks I had seen hanging he pulls out a neon pink thong, and bends in a perfect pike position to slip the tiny string up his legs.  That ass, his shredded quads in full relief was too much and I couldn't hold myself back.  as soon as he snapped that pink string in place between his ample cheeks I was on him, grabbing a fistful of that sunbeam yellow hair SLAMMED his head into his locker door and AGAIN, then pulled close to me and clamped on a rear naked choke, growling in his ear "and I'm going to enjoy this too bitch boy."  He choked and sputtered flailing in my grip, my cock throbbed against his ass as he struggled uselessly.  I switched my grip to a full nelson, almost making him kiss his own pecs, my bulge surging as I felt him getting weak and his breath coming more labored as I kept him air tight in the nelson.  I leaned back to lift him up, his bare feet off the ground like a muscle marionette and walked him back out to the closed ring area intending to have some private time with my new .

There were a few members of the audience still hanging back and not moving on to the main arena for the Headliner match, at this point I was in full beast mode and didn't give a single fuck about any audience that might collect while I pulverized this meatsack.  Adonis was kicking and cussing the whole way to the ring and got the laggers interested in this unsanctioned surprise match.  As we got to the ring, I start laughing at his pitiful struggles, a small spot of pre dampens my jock pouch from his constant twisting and squirming against me.  I changed my grip against the back of his head, still keeping the nelson I forced him to headbutt the ringpost BANGING his head three times against the cold metal before releasing the full nelson.

Drew can't catch a break

I immediately clutched the tailstrap of that bright thong and wrapped his gold tresses in my fingers I spun him around in a circle wedging that day glo string HIGH up his bubble ass and launched him under the ropes into the ring.
I slid in right after him and as he tried to fix that thong wedgie groaning in pain I sent a hard soccer kick to his midsection sending him flying further into the center of the ring.  I planted my foot over his head and gave a sick double bicep pose to the crowd (including some of our fellow grapplers in various states of dress that had come to see what all the commotion was).  I yelled "Who wants to see Malibu Barbie get bitched?!?!!"  The crowd immediately started cheering as if their life depended on it.  The volume and intensity of the response even surprised me considering the fairly small size of the crowd.  I took my foot off the punk's head and snatched his face from the mat by his long wet hair "You hear that Goldilocks? you're about to get mauled by this bear." I kept his head pulled up and SLAMMED 5 kicks right between his shoulder blades, then I planted my foot right in the same spot, I FLEXED my leg pressing into his spine and my arm was shredded to the max keeping my ripping grip on his hair until finally he started to kick at the mat Screaming in pain and finally said please.  I let his hair go, my flexed leg bashing him back into the mat on his face.  I screwed the toe of my boot against his barely covered jobber boyhole making him gasp and squirm before shooting a swift kick to his nuts.  I raised my arms again and another defeaning scream went up from the crowd.  This was going to be fun.

   Image(s) are not my property.  All were either collected in my travels through the Web or they belong to Ron Sexton/ Can-Am
and BGEast Inc./Stephen Driscoll (Kid Leopard)

Easy Breezy Beautiful

People see me in my criss-crossed leather gear, showing moreskin than it covers and the constantly tenting bulge and they get a pretty goodidea of the type of person I am.  I’m a “heel”I claim it, own it and relish it.  At 6’3”250 lbs. of a brick shithouse, I can’t even remember how many jobber slut boishave laid down begging to get a taste of this real man.  However, there was one that was special. 

Lavender when he's frisky

It was nothing new to feel that tingle seeing a fresh faced pretty boy in flashy trunks begging to get his ass kicked, but when this…vision came in the locker room I think I got a taste of what these bitchbois must feel around me, except it wasn’t my ass that was getting hungry.  It was like my dick was watching his every move and screaming to get out of the rubber square cut prison I had it in.  Straining to pound that ample ass barely covered by his bubblegum pink bikini trunks.  Guessing I would say about 5’11around 150 pounds of fitness model muscle practically ordering me to destroy him with every step and flex and ripple. 

I had to have him, and despite suggestions, demands and even bouts of pleading with promoters they wouldn’t give him to me, saying they needed to build up his hype more as a new draw for more crowds before I destroyed their pretty plaything in front of the crowds.  So after failed attempts to get a match booked with him, which I’m sure he heard about it because as the weeks went by he teased and flirted more and more after every visit to the management office-and it was driving me crazy. 

Every time I saw him slipping on some variation of hisalways skimpy and always some shade of pink gear I could feel myself descendinginto what I can only call a feral state of mind.  All but growling as my expression darkenedand I stared at him pointedly-usually zeroing in on that tanned smooth ass, ordistracted by the nearly waist-length wavy blonde hair, that curled just at the endswhen it got wet, like spiraled tendrils just…where was I again?

The Local Hero

Over the weeks a lot of the hired doormats were crying to management that I had been working them too “stiff”-if they had any idea how true that was, but I digress-One day I finally snapped, I had just destroyed this bodybuilder bitch in the last match of the night-a local hero challenge and sent him home horny hurting and a sobbing mess with his disappointed friends-in shock that I had turned their man’s man into a blubbering pig that all but begged me to put my cock in his mouth hogtied and tossed out of my ring like so much muscular laundry.  

Smirk begging to get smacked off

 I had an itch and it was GOING to get scratched that night and nobody was going to do anything to stop me.  I went back into the main lockers looking for Adonis (that being his ring persona, my names for him were more like “CoverGirl”, “Beverly Hills” etc.”)  I saw the night’s choice of gear hanging in his open locker-square cuts that barely covered enough cheek to be called as such, Day-Glo pink with yellow stars all over them.  I stripped out of my gear as it got way too tight for any type of comfort, my cock was in beast mode surging and pulsing in my black spandex jockstrap as I took breaths to calm myself down and refrain from drilling him like an oil well in the showers- this wasn’t going to be pleasant for Little Miss Sunshine…at least not at first-I like my jobber fucks to get a little tenderized first. 

Image(s) are not my property.  All were either collected in my travels through the Web or they belong to Ron Sexton/ Can-Am
and BGEast Inc.

The Armstrong Curse

Brad Armstrong, one of the most well known workers/frequent jobbers in professional wrestling at one point had a failed heel turn that ended with a string of losses during his run in WCW.  This trend (think Rob Conway's losing streak if that helps lol) was blamed on "The Armstrong Curse" that seemed to haunt the Armstrong brothers for the vast majority of their careers, especially Brad Steve and Scott.  He spent a good amount of time, even coming to the ring wearing shirts that proudly boasted "Armstrong Curse" for his entrance attire-which seemed funny that he would wear a shirt featuring the cause of his apparent inability to win a match, and couple it with his cocky heel-esque persona, and without fail he went down for the 3 count.  Perfect example of the arrogant jobber.  One thing I did like about this it was different than the usual deal you see in wrestling.  An arrogant jobber, confident in his ring skills and superiority despite a pathetic win-loss record falls back on the tried and true excuses: they cheat, cheap shot, I wasn't ready, I got distracted, that wasn't fair etc.  that we have all heard before.  Brad goes beyond that, stating that it was a curse laid on him to blame for his frequent losing, as only something supernatural could be causing him to consistently get his ass kicked.

I do not own any of these video clips. All are property of WCW and any associated groups and or parent compan(ies).

Superhero Jobbers

Superman in serious trouble

Conan by the amazing Iceman Blue

Another fascination of mine concerns comic book superheroes finding themselves in particularly humiliating situations and being beaten by villains and even other heroes.

These bastions of strength, virtue and good in overflowing capacity going down in forced submission just takes me to new levels. Maybe it's the years of reading comic books and watching cartoons featuring the archetype hero always coming out on top, triumphing over the more base attributes of human nature that molded me into wanting to see something different. Seeing the opposite of the expected overplayed outcome, and throwing in the not so subtle eroticism of muscled gods in full body spandex suits is a beautiful thing...at least in my opinion lol

This muscle hero unsuspecting...

The trap waiting for him

Superheroes Bound and Stripped

Gay Heroes & Wrestling

Cap. America going garrote style on GL

GL just had to grab WM's ass one more time...

GoGo Boy Robin just asking to get taken down

Broaden My Horizons

If you have seen any of my previous posts it's obvious I'm a big BG East and Can-Am fanboy and have no shame in letting it be known. I have seen some stuff offered by other erotic (ish) wrestling companies but for one reason or another I always come up disappointed. Maybe it's the wrestlers maybe the types of matches (wish BG East did oil more often lol but just my own personal preference) Or something totally different. If any readers have discovered some particular gem of underground/erotic wrestling please share the wealth, always looking for new entertainment ;-)

Prepare to Grovel (Until You Beg 2)

I looked up at White Lightning, still a little rocked by the hard uppercut.  His foot wasn't pressing on my bulge, but definitely making the threat clear.  He leaned forward and grabbed a fistful of my hair, as he brought me up from the floor he continuously slammed punches into my neck and chest keeping me winded and hurting.  On my feet he slammed a solid fist deep into my abs doubling me over.  Wrenching my tights and holding my hair he turned me around to see a bay of video cameras surrounding our ring to catch this match from every angle possible "Remotely controlled of course" he whispered as I saw 3 cameras reposition themselves, one slowly zooming in I assumed on my face as it made the low whirring noises of focusing its lens on the two of us.

Lightning yanked my tights walking me to the ring and I got my head clear finally threw an elbow back at his head and turned around when he lost his grip, immediately my head snapped back from a hard left hook from his bare hand followed by a quick jab with his gloved right and I fell backward slumping against the ring apron-that elbow ended up being the one offense I get in the next 30 minutes.  He came in fast grabbing my throat he bashed my head into the ring post, followed with a hard gut punch that would have doubled me over but Lightning kept his grip on my throat standing me up.  Another hard uppercut smashed into my neck/chest and knocked me into the ropes- leaving me open to machine gun punches into my abs gradually crushing the wall of muscle between the right glove and his bare left fist.

As I pushed myself up nursing my abs and untangling my arm from the ropes I see Lightning taking off his boxing glove "I think I've made my point, but let me be sure." he said with this cocky ass grin on his face.  Suddenly his glove whips across my face hard and stuns me, only to receive it again on the other cheek-classic duel challenge upgraded with a huge boxing glove leaves me winded in the ropes.  Already nearly a dishrag and have barely made it on the ring apron, screaming at myself to get back in this game as he hops through the ropes, smacking my bulge with his glove before tossing it aside.  Pulled in through the ropes by my spiked hair kicking and groaning in pain as my arms finally spring free from the tangled ropes.  My tights half off my ass showing my thong for the constantly repositioning, zooming cameras surrounding us.  I finally stand up and shake my head clear and turn around pissed at this humiliating show so far.

I don't get even fully turned around before I see two white boot soles coming at my face, hard standing dropkick takes me out cold.  KO'd and the force of his kick shoots me into the turnbuckles chest first HARD! I fall out of the corner and crumple to the mat.  Lightning walks up to my limp form and drags up my head to be in view of the camera, my eyes showing white and my lips parted.  White Lightning, with a look that could be easily called demonic takes a breath and the camera catches a ringbell in his hand.  He swings the ringbell and BANGED my head with it.  Letting me drop back to the mat he leans into one of the closer cameras with a grin as he tosses the bell under the ropes, takes a look at my limp half stripped body and back into the camera licking his lips "Alright Round 1, let's get started".

Until You Beg

I went by Red Storm and I was the most desired heel in the erotic wrestling universe. An escort, if you prefer that term. Pathetic losers filled my email inbox begging for me to show them the dominance of a real man and I was always happy to oblige. It was a thrill and I could never get enough of that view of some jobber doormat's face under my throbbing bulge begging me to put them away.

I rode this high for 3 years, but was starting to get bored until I got a message one night from a screen name White Lightning, no email address or picture attached. All the message said was "Face a real man, get your ass ready". I smiled thinking to myself this was another slob with fantasies of being the cocky jobber that got his ass handed to him by the dark heel. So I answered "Always looking for a legit challenge." as soon as I sent, there was a response "a challenge suggests that you could win, you're a bitch just waiting to get tamed."

I can't lie my cock throbbed at that, maybe this was finally the fight I was looking for, an honest match between two alpha males battling to determine top man. I answered back "we'll see who gets tamed fucker when and where do you want this ass kicking?"
"I'll decide that, you just be ready" and with that he signed out.

I stared at the screen for a second and decided it was just some lame kid talking smack on the Internet and brushed it off. About a week later I had some downtime and met up with this personal trainer begging for an ass kicking at his home ring. He had a boxing glove kink and wanted to include that in our playtime. So I went into the little changing room he had and took a minute to admire my naked 6'2 230 lbs of packed muscle in the full length mirror before sliding into The Red Storm.

A flame patterned thong under jet black full tights with red flames spiraling up my legs ending at the pronounced bulge knee high boots and a half mask that perfectly matched my thong completed the transformation. My cock was already growing at the muscle bitch waiting out in the ring for me. When I arrived he was already a jobber vision in a stark white thong, low boots and white boxing gloves, I was hard the second I looked at him.

I came out of the room to look at the ring and my boxer bitch was nowhere to be found. I looked around the ring room, totally empty. "what the fuck man you scared already?" I heard the changing room door slam shut and a fist jerked my spiked black hair. I felt something firm against my ass and hot breath tickled my neck "I'm not scared, but you will be soon." My head was jerked back and teeth sank into my neck, I couldn't hold in the moan as he chewed on my pulse point. He spun me around and I got a good look at him. That thong was now hidden under white rubber briefs with two lightning bolts framing the crotch and two white bands over his biceps also sporting yellow lightning bolts "You" was all I could say. He grinned, evil, "told you to be ready" and I saw his right hand still had a boxing glove on, a hard uppercut sent me head rocking back and I stumbled falling over a weight bench. He walked up and planted a foot on my crotch "I hope this isn't boring"

Humiliating Holds: Wedgie

Nothing like yanking a jobber's trunks a mile high to add a little insult to injury