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Friday, January 31, 2014

Bulls In The Heather

New (to me) is wrestler/bodybuilder John Duginski, 6'0", 251 lbs., AKA Jack Berzerker, AKA Igotta Brewski.  And like new (to me) wrestlers, it turns out Bruno at Beefcakes of Wrestling will have already covered him some years ago!

Now, I was collecting John Duginski images from all around the internet, but I think most of these people were getting their images from Beefcakes of Wrestling.  So please, for more John Duginski, visit Bruno's John Duginski archives!

And then, my new favorite bull fought my old favorite bull, Anthony Bravado!  Holy shit, right?  But I'm pretty sure where I got that stuff from, ALSO got it from Beefcakes of Wrestling!  So I'll only post a little of it here, and you can see much much more at the source!

Thanks again, Bruno, and photographer Jim from Chicago, for posting great stuff, that other people would then find and put up different places, and then I would find it and think "Holy shit!  Look at that!" and then it would lead back to you.

If you like what you saw, even better images of these two can be seen HERE at Beefcakes of Wrestling!

"Bettin' on the Bull in the Heather..."

Thursday, January 30, 2014

No Distractions, Just Wrestling

Movimus Wrestling: Jimmy Reilly vs. Aron Stokes

Beefier, wild-haired Jimmy Reilly (5'10, 190) takes on clean-cut, lean and focused Aron Stokes (6', 164).

One of my favorite things about Movimus Wrestling?  No crowd.  No audience.  I know a lot of people like the element of excitement that a crowd can bring, and wrestlers can feed off the energy of a good audience.  But just as likely, a bored crowd, a restless crowd, a fickle crowd can suck the air out of the room.  Without the crowd, what you're left with are the wrestlers themselves: The match itself can be everything, with no distractions, no checking how they're doing from a third party.  Take this match.  Jimmy and Aron are given the opportunity to really focus on winning this match, hold by hold, transition by transition, and boy, do they take advantage of the chance!  Each wrestler takes this match dead seriously--you'd think it was the most important match of both of their lives.  And for the moment, for the duration of the match, this one match IS the most important.  And without a crowd, you're put into that intense moment: The sounds you hear are Jimmy and Aron, the camera keeps you with the action, so you never miss a thing that happens.  Which is lucky, because a lot goes on.  Momentum swings back and forth like a distressed wrecking ball trying to shake off a fabricated pop star.  (Sorry, that joke was SO 2013.)  If you look away from this match and then look back, chances are the tables will have turned.

Seriously, this match.  This is definitely NOT a clean sweep.  There's certainly no shame in losing here, and the winner definitely has to work for it!

This match was generously provided for review by Movimus Wrestling.

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Super Mario

Give me credit for not calling this post "Babyface Baby Baby Babyface."  If Mario Lopez was a wrestler, he'd probably better not be a heel, is all I'm saying.

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

My Favorite Torso

My favorite torso ever belongs to fitness model Steve Moriarty, 5'11, 205 lbs.  I'm not saying there aren't other beautiful torsos.  And I'm not saying there aren't other parts of Steve Moriarty that are beautiful.  But Steve Moriarty's torso is my favorite torso.  Seriously, look at that torso.  That's a torso that could take a lot of abuse in a wrestling match, and still come at you.  Look.

See?  Not JUST his torso...

Monday, January 27, 2014

Do You Think?

Do you think Walt Disney hated cats?  In a lot of those old movies from when he was still alive ("Cinderella," "Lady and the Tramp," I think "Basil of Baker Street"), the cats were pretty vicious and ended up falling off of towers or what have you.  And knowing whether or not Walt Disney hated cats would go a long way towards settling the debate that's been raging in my mind for years on whether or not Walt Disney was evil.

I'm not saying that everyone who hates cats is evil.  But every evil person I've ever known DID hate cats.  Something to think about.

I hope you don't think that since I defend cats, I hate dogs.  I LOVE dogs.  I hate that narrow-minded "either-or" bullshit.  I love cats AND dogs.  There is one that I identify with more, but I don't want to cause a cat/dog schism at Inner Jobber.

With the animals above is Aaron O'Connell, model-turned-actor appearing on "The Haves and the Have Nots."  I get the opportunity to watch that show maybe about once a month.  It's good in a totally non-redeeming, so-bad-it's-good, tacky kind of way.  BUT.  I hope they know what they're doing with Aaron's character, Wyatt.  He plays this hot damaged sad hot mess of a guy, and they're piling this bad stuff on him that's making it harder and harder for him to redeem hismself.  And meanwhile this OTHER actor on the show said in an interview that somebody dies this season, someone that will surprise you.  So now I'm afraid they'll have him kill himself or get killed by one of the many people who want to make him pay.  (And the show may be enjoyably bad but honestly, I'm always just waiting for Aaron O'Connell to be on it.)  Poor Wyatt.

Plus I didn't even know I GOT the Oprah Winfrey Network.  Hunh.

Saturday, January 25, 2014

Friday, January 24, 2014


Let's cut through the crap and get to the good stuff: We're in an Elimination Chamber for the World Heavyweight Championship, we're down to Triple H and Goldberg, and Goldberg is primed to hit his spear maneuver on Triple H, unaware that Triple H is in possession of his trademark sledgehammer.

You can count forever ref, 'cause that bull ain't getting up.  And now Triple H's followers, members of Evolution (including a young Randy Orton) enter the ring, for some post-match punishment.

The once-powerful Goldberg has already been knocked cold with a sledge hammer, so he's helpless to defend himself in this three-on-one onslaught.

Young Randy is eager to please his master, Triple H.

It looks like Goldberg has been chained up in a corner surrounded by Evolution fans, who have no objection to the abuse unfolding before their eyes.

That's right, Randy--with the powerful beast subdued, you're safe to be as bold as you want.

Young Randy stares at the blood on his hands, as if not fully comprehending what he's participated in--or indeed, as if only beginning to comprehend the violence of which he's capable...

Evolution make their triumphant departure, leaving Goldberg hanging there like so much dead, bloody meat.  A referee fumbles to help the fallen warrior.  (This is the part of professional-wrestling-handcuffing that always cracks me up, imagining the ref saying, "Where the hell's the key?!" and not being entirely sure how to proceed.)

And the oh-so-powerful Goldberg hangs by his wrists, without strength to even alleviate the strain of all that muscle, now dead weight pulling on his arms.  Blood, sweat and spittle soak his face, and even cake his chest hair.  I gotta say, I haven't really given it much thought up to now, but blood-soaked chest hair is a pretty powerful symbol of strength and masculinity rendered impotent.

This match is available on "Goldberg: The Ultimate Collection."