New story: A long car ride home

Billy Simpson walked out of Lynwood High School and found his girlfriend Chelsea waiting for him outside the doors. They’d been dating for two months and this was the first match she’d seen him wrestle. That night he’d served as Terry Funk’s opponent and had gotten his ass kicked. But he’d also made a couple hundred bucks and like all young wrestlers, the 23-year-old Billy knew you started out at the bottom and worked your way up. It’s the way the business worked. In a few years he’d be the one delivering the ass kickings, maybe even on national television.

He leaned down to kiss Chelsea and she, strangely, moved her face so all he pecked was her cheek. “Hey, babe,” he said, “did you like the show?”

“Mmm,” she replied and turned to walk toward their car.

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New story: #MeToo Jobber

A story for our times. This one I just ripped off in a short while after seeing Wrestling Arsenal mention #metoo in regards to Arn Anderson manhandling a jobber. So it got my juices flowing.

#MeToo JOBBER
June, 1987, the WWF headquarters. Vince McMahon’s office.

“What in the ever living fuck is this? This is real?” Vince McMahon asked his HR manager Laura Roberts again if the memo in his hand told the truth about what happened over the past week in Las Vegas.

“Afraid so, sir. Confirmed by multiple people, multiple witnesses.”

“I don’t get it. This Jenkins kid gets an expense account and a free hotel room and turns into fucking Caligula?”

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New story: Jobbers in the Wild

So this story is VERY VERY different from other things I’ve written. Be warned! It’s just a musing on the fact that out there, in the real world, are people who suffer….just because. And for the amusement of others. They are jobbers in the real world, being dominated and humiliated. Might not be for everyone!

JOBBERS IN THE WILD
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Guest story: The submission hold

Guest writer Christopher is back with another tale of woe. This one is called “The Submission Hold,” and a jobber feels the….sting of defeat. Thanks again to our guest Christopher for filling the void for your lackluster web jobber!

THE SUBMISSION HOLD

My name is Timmy Starr and I am a fifteen-year-old pro wrestler. I sprinted to the ring, while trying to get the crowd going. I barely got any reaction from the crowd, other than a few taunts such as ‘scrubber’, and ‘loser’.

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Guest story: Confessions of a Jobber Kid

Hey gang. As anyone who has seen this blog knows, my output is not exactly prodigious. So to help fill the void, a fan of the site wrote in with his own story and wondered if I’d post it. I’m happy to here. It’s a nice tale about a jobber who gets some…Bad News. Thanks to Christopher for the contribution. Apologies for the paragraph formatting, it wasn’t letting me get double space.

CONFESSIONS OF A JOBBER KID
By Christopher

A surge of excitement pumped through me. Here I am, a fifteen-year-old kid, in my first pro wrestling bout. I wore a black leather jacket along with purple and green wrestling trunks. The mat was cool to my bare feet, but I would get used to it. I heard some taunts coming from the crowd that sounded like, “Loser,” and “Scrub”. I was taken aback by such words, but I could not afford to let my emotions get the best of me. I had a job to do.

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Throwing out jobber trash…and throwing it back in

Time for another deep dive into a particular aspect of squash matches that drives me nuts. I’ve already discussed military presses and how those hit my jobber soul. Today: When a heel throws a jobber outside the ring, punishes him out there, and then tosses him back under the ropes for the punishment to continue.

Ready for some great jobber humiliations? Great! Let’s do this!

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New story: Jobber Son, Heel Dad

Fresh new tale of jobber humiliation and degradation! Hope you enjoy.

JOBBER SON, HEEL DAD
Terrible Terry Jensen walked into the locker room in his blue jeans and leather jacket and couldn’t help but feel a little bittersweet. He was going to miss all the guys in WCW, especially everyone he competed with and against on Saturday nights in the TBS Studio. They were a little tribe, a family. Arn Anderson and Tully Blanchard. Stan Hansen. Sid Vicious. Ronnie Garvin. Kevin Sullivan. They were all heels and all made a living kicking ass and dominating jobbers. It was a great way to make a living. He was going to miss these guys when he left WCW. But his living was about to get a lot better.

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