Wednesday, June 27, 2012

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.

 


 

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

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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Wednesday, June 20, 2012

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)

Saturday, June 16, 2012

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.

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

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.



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Tuesday, June 5, 2012

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