I’ve had the chance over the years to meet up with some heels and have had some amazing times. Yet so much of my jobber life — such as it is — remains in my head. And I realize it will probably always be that way. I have a real life and real responsibilities and family and significant others and on and on and on and the idea of being able to explore ALL of my jobber fantasies…well, I realize it’s probably not realistic. So be it. I still have these desires and at some point I would love to experience some of these things (or, of course, all of them). If there’s anyone who thinks they can make any of these happen, as always, feel free to email at firstname.lastname@example.org. Especially if you’re east of the Mississippi.
Hey all. Working on a couple of things that hopefully I get up in the next decade. Won’t tease with titles or subjects because in the past I’ve done that and then not finished them and I feel bad and some readers get a bit feisty, understandably, and act like they want to suplex me…which wouldn’t be all bad.
So this is just a post about what I call WHEN A SQUASH MATCH DISAPPOINTS YOU.
Hey everyone. A new story! This one’s a bit quirky. But all of the same elements as before. Hope you enjoy!
JOBBER FETISHISM CASE STUDIES
Hello. My name is Doctor Paul Richards. I am a psychiatrist at Georgia Tech in Atlanta and am chair of the Human Sexuality Center. Over the course of my career, I have specialized in a little-studied area: Jobber fetishism. In fact, I’m the leading expert in the world on this disorder. Actually, I might be the only doctor studying it, I’m not sure. But anyone can study masochism or sadism or foot fetishists. I study a much more exciting perversion.
I first became aware of jobber fetishism in the mid 1980s, when a young man came to me with a disturbing problem: He could only get off while watching a wrestler get beat up on the Saturday morning wrestling programs. I didn’t even know what he was talking about — all I knew about pro wrestling was Hulk Hogan was involved. So to better understand my patient, I started watching some wrestling on Saturday mornings and late afternoons, specifically matches of guys like Tommy Angel, Trent Knight, and Red Tyler. Interesting viewing.
Since my early work with that first unfortunate gentlemen — he eventually could only orgasm while watching Nikolai Volkoff military press someone in skimpy trunks — I’ve helped many people understand their situation while also helping them learn the origins of their fetish. People came from across the country to spend time with me as they tried to understand their addiction. Here, then, a few case studies about jobber fetishism, specifically the trigger that launched a thousand jobber fantasies.
These things really used to happen in pro wrestling. Jobbers like Tim Horner would be paraded out in their cute little trunks, and then beaten and humiliated by disgusting heels, all while horny announcers described the action to horrified — and horny — fans, both in the arena and at home. What a world.
This comes from Smoky Mountain Wrestling, a federation I really know nothing about and only recently discovered on YouTube.
Some housecleaning affairs:
First: I’ve been working on a new story — finally! — that should be up in next two weeks. Title: “Jobber Fetishism Case Studies.” Basically it’s a story about a clinical psychologist and the many patients he’s had over the years who have been dealing with their jobber fetish. Either they like watching jobbers get beat up and dominated or are confused by their feelings or want to be a jobber, etc. And, perhaps not surprisingly, the psychologist himself might have some ulterior motives that show he’s not the most ethical doctor or a very kind man.
Another true life tale from my younger days.
I mentioned in a previous post how I used to own a pair of Duke athletic underwear and I wore them when I wrestled my friend, after mom had washed them with red clothes and they turned pink. However, I had several pairs of them that I used for gym class and the others remained white. I also wore them all the time when pretending to be a jobber in my high school days, alone in the basement.
I’m sure some of you are wondering what happened to the guy who runs this site, Rookie Jobber. He hasn’t posted in a year and a half. You probably wondered if he tired of jobbers or purged his jobber desires or died or was arrested or what. Don’t worry, he’s still alive. But the jobber boy isn’t running things anymore. I’ve taken over this account and will be periodically posting here and there. So what happened to that jobber fag?
A Christmas treat! I noted a long time ago I’d tell this story of a time I was a jobber on the beach and in the spirit of Christmas, here it is. This is actually taken from an email I wrote to a reader of the site, and an inspiration, so I’m pasting it in here.
This took place years ago and I never did met up with the guy again, much to my regret. Hope you enjoy.
Time for a new story. Inspired by communication with a female fan, who came up with the idea of this story. Note: It involves Ted Dibiase and Lex Lugar dominating Red Tyler in front of a woman, whose affections they’re trying to win. That’s the idea, and storyline. Might not be for everyone but the woman who requested it liked it and that’s all I needed to hear. But I think others will like it too.
Anyone who’s read my stories knows I have a definite thing for a jobber being humiliated in front of girls. I know not everyone’s into that, but this is for the women who might have read any of my stuff and want to email. Would love to chat with you so here’s an open invite to email me at email@example.com. Would love to talk jobbers with you, what you like about it (the humiliation, seeing guys get beat up, what?), maybe some role-playing and also if I could bounce some ideas off you for possible future stories. So please, ladies, shoot me an email (or if you’re a guy who wants to pretend to be a woman just to mess with me, sure, although I’d prefer you pick up some other hobby. You’re more than welcome to email me; I chat with many fans, male fans. But if you write, just write as a dude).
Other site news plans: A post on Wrestling Jobber Trunks Hall of Fame. If there was a jobber hall of fame, and why isn’t there, whose trunks would be inducted (Red Tyler’s green ones, Tommy Angel’s white ones, etc.).
Another fictional story planned to. A shorter story. Something along the lines of Apt Pupil, the old Stephen King tale about a kid who stumbles upon an old Nazi who’s now his neighbor. Apt Jobber — kid obsessed with jobbers of the past thinks his neighbor was an old one (maybe Tommy Angel, Bob Emory, Trent Knight, etc.). The guy has tried to disavow his jobber past and denies, denies, denies. He’s lost some hair, gotten a bit fat. Says he’s a born again Christian, all that. But the kid’s persistent and eventually pisses off the old jobber…who shows the boy what it really means to be a piece of jobber meat. Like I said, probably a short story, maybe sort of dark too. But has potential, I think.
Hey all. I am actually working on a new story but who knows when it’ll be done. In the meantime, thought I’d share some messages I’ve had over the years with another guy who is a great fan of jobbers, heels, squashes and wrestling domination. I think they’re pretty hot and hopefully you enjoy them too. Simply going to paste them in, no explanations given…but I don’t think any needed. These are all from him. He’s a pro wrestler himself so lots of hot experiences! Enjoy.
I wrote before about some of my favorite heels. This will be more general.
There are certain types of heels that always got me going when I watched them destroy jobbers on TV and I’m going to break down some of the more common categories. Everyone has something different. What works for one person doesn’t for another. Some want their heels all fat and hairy. Some want them looking like greek gods. Some want them to be great wrestlers on the mat, some want them to just have a few power moves but no real basic skills. The beauty of squash matches and jobber-heel matches from the 1980s and early ’90s was that there was something for everyone. So here are a few of my favorites:
I’m poking around with a possible new story. Haven’t even started writing it yet and you know how long I can take to do a story (real life obligations do occasionally keep me from penning 13,000 word opuses about humiliated jobbers. Sadly), so I’m not giving a date or anything, just giving a little insight in to how these things develop.
I usually get an idea for a story out of nowhere, it just takes seed in my head one day and there it is. Or a reader’s idea gets me thinking. I don’t do anything with it and most disappear. But the ones I eventually write about stay there, popping up every few weeks (or maybe they’re being pulled up by the hair at the two-count by some dastardly heel). Then I create some more scenarios in my head, or some characters or some new humiliations – or old ones – and I think, yeah, that could be something. And that’s the case right now with the idea that’s taken hold.
As anyone who has read my writing knows, this is a huge turn-on for me.
Note: I know many of my loyal readers aren’t as in to this scenario, so please just be aware this post deals with that.