After
starting his career as a blond pretty-boy high-flyer, Barry Windham joined
the dirty "Four Horsemen" and became a hard-ass heel. You can tell
he gets off on punishing his opponents because he now wears a black leather
vest and leather glove, plus he stopped smiling like the senior class president
and now he just looks pissed off.
Check out Windham's next victim:
muscular Curtis Thompson. This stud is one of the greatest "Muscle Jobbers"
of all time. Even in his rookie days, this big hard-body could fill
out his shiny trunks.
The wrestlers are in the ring.
Curtis waits patiently as the blond cowboy, Barry Windham, struts
around acting conceited. Barry had a way of carrying himself that
made you just love to hate him!
The temperature soars as he
peels off his vest to reveal the tightest, sexiest little pair of red trunks
ever worn in a wrestling ring. Very nice!
Wow,
Barry better hope that speedo has a lot of stretch, because it looks about
3 sizes too small on the big cowboy.
Curtis Thompson also wore
some skin-tight briefs for this match, to show off his awesome body. Both
wrestlers yank and pull on their trunks throughout the match, trying to
relieve the pressure and avoid possible wardrobe malfunctions.
The match begins and Barry
easily forces Curtis into a corner, jacking him in the jaw. When Windham
became a dirty cheater, he stopped using wrestling holds and high-flying
moves, and began mostly punching and kicking his opponents into submission.
Windham easily thows the body
builder to the mat, like a sack of trash. Then he slowly struts across
the ring taking his time. Windham loved to tear apart his jobbers brick
by brick, like he was savoring every moment of the humiliating smack-down.
Even with his big muscles,
Curtis Thompson is no match for this lanky cowboy! This Barry Windham
must really be a true hard-ass killer if he is able to whip the massive body-builder
so easily!
The
cowboy mounts his boy-toy in a very cocky pin attempt. I don't think
Windham wants to really defeat Thompson -- I think he's just showing off
his tight-ass tie-dyed trunks.
Wow, check out that blatant
pose of sexual domination by Windham, pressing his crotch against the muscle
man's chest as he arches his back.
Thompson is able to kick out.
Windham is perfectly willing to continue humiliating this strong
he-man. It just makes him look that much tougher and more masculine
in the fans' eyes.
Barry stands over his victim
in a cocky display of domination. The heroic muscle-man, meanwhile,
gives the fans a great display of agony and defeat, unable to rise from his
knees.
His long blond hair blowing in the wind, Barry smiles at Thompson's
humiliation. This is what the announcers always refer to as a "sadistic grin."
I guess that means this sick bastard must be enjoying the pain he
is inflicting.
Windham is showing off now.
He places Curtis on the top rope, then Suplexes him across the ring,
slamming him on his back to stun him. They call that the "Super-Plex".
Thompson is broken and beaten,
twitching on the mat like a bee that was swatted but not dead yet. Again
cocky Barry slowly paces around like he's strolling down to the corner shop
to buy an ice cream cone on a lazy Sunday afternoon.
Again Windham slowly lays
on the suffering pretty-boy chest to chest in a casual pin attempt. He
knows Thompson will kick out, but he just wants to demonstrate his dominance
to the fans.
You gotta love a wrestler who
gets in the ring rocking just a speedo and cowboy boots. He almost
looks more like a male stripper than a pro wrestler in that outfit.
Fans wanted to worship Barry
Windham and slap him across the face at the same time. And it didn't
matter if Windham actually used any wrestling holds or strength moves. He
gave them plenty of swaggering bravado to arouse their primitive instints.
Finally Windham is done toying with this muscle jobber. (Probably
his tight speedo is cutting off blood flow and getting uncomfortable).
He whips the hapless Curtis Thompson against the ropes, then drills him
with his patented Flyin' Lariat clothesline.
Thompson is totally destroyed.
The blond cowboy can do whatever he wants to his helpless boy-toy.
What a cocky pinning position,
one knee on the stunned man's chest as he flashes the "Four Horsemen" symbol.
Windham needs to learn some respect and sportsmanship!
Windham rises to his feet and
his amazing skin-tight trunks somehow survive the pressure of this extreme
stretch.
With a big smile, the victorious
cowboy again tries to adjust his red trunks, yanking and stretching them
so he can breathe.
Smiling and tossing his blond
locks around, Windham savors his easy victory. The ref raises the his
arm in victory while sneaking a peek at his tight red speedo.
If you want to watch a video
of Windham taking apart Thompson, click Play below:
Barry Windham was one of those
wrestlers who just got better and better with age, like a fine wine. Check
him out, decked out in butch leather cowboy gear. Is he playing up
to homo-erotic fantasies, or is he trying to join the "Village People?"
Meanwhile Curtis Thompson
just kept growing thicker and stronger over the years. He eventually
got a push and won some matches, when he dressed as a postal worker and called
himself the "U.S. Male."
Windham had fun and got a
great pop from his fans while beating up Curtis Thompson, so they decided
to wrestle again.
This time the big cowboy wore
a gray and white pair of tie-dyed trunks. I think he tie-dyes them
to draw more attention to his package. They may be a different color,
but they are still size extra-small!
Barry just can't keep his
hands out of his speedo! Once again, he stretches and pulls the waistband,
trying to make them fit over his low-hanging package, or trying to draw the
fans' attention.
Curtis Thompson, meanwhile,
is looking buff beyond belief! Wow, how much muscle can you pack into
one body?!? He's 5'11", 245 pounds, and about 200 pounds of that is
pure muscle.
Damn, that body just hurts
to look at. Dude, the Incredible Hulk called and he wants his awesome
body back. (His body AFTER he goes into his roid-rage, but a flesh
colored body, not green.)
Thompson decided to wear the
recommended uniform for baby-face jobbers: the plain white trunks.
This is like those security guards on Star Trek who wore red shirts
to visit a new planet. You just knew the poor guy was doomed based
on the color uniform he was wearing.
The bell sounds and the wrestlers
begin to circle each other, seeking an advantage. The fans wonder
if Windham is losing circulation to his legs.
Thompson is intimidated by
the big lanky cowboy, thanks to his earlier beating. The fans are
eager to watch him suffering and begging for mercy, so they encourage him
to get out of the corner and fight like a man.
Not even using his hands,
Windham presses his chest and stomach against the muscular wimp, trapping
him in the corner. He's just toying with Thompson!
The cowboy unleashes a series
of brutal punches and elbows, showing the fans that he will kick your ass
no matter how much you can bench press.
The jobber's role is not to try to win the match, but to give
the fans a spectacle of suffering, an exaggerated exhibition of agony and
defeat. Bent over on his knees, Thompson does his job perfectly.
Once again in control of the
match, the big cowboy in the little trunks begins his slow, confident stroll
around the ring. Windham, like all good heels, knows how to use his
whole body to display how conceited and cocky he is.
CRACK!! A huge fore-arm
smash whips Thompson's head around like that chick from the Exorcist who
can see 360 degrees.
With a handful of white trunks,
Windham tosses his jobber between the ropes. Throwing the opponent
out of the ring is always a nice gift to the fans.
Wow, Thompson is such a great
jobber, broken and helpless down on his knees, the defeated Hero unable
to muster the strength to rise. Meanwhile, cruel Barry Windham stands
over him watching him struggle, like a spider watching a fly in its web.
Not content with waiting for
him to climb back in the ring, the bad boy attacks his helpless opponent.
Windham scoops up the body-builder and slams him on the cold cement.
Back inside the ring, Windham
continues to molest the stunned jobber. THIS is the kind of non-stop
brutality and humiliation that the fans tune in to see week after week.
Unable to support his tired
body, Thompson lays across the top rope like a rug hung out on the clothesline.
Wow, check out the latent power in his shoulders and arms, yet he
is still Windham's whipping-boy.
This Curtis Thompson has perfected
his role as the muscle jobber. He positions his massive physique into
poses of helpless suffering to make the dominant heel appear that much tougher,
more masculine, and super-human by contrast.
A body-slam by the cruel attacker
leaves Thompson groaning in pain, rolling around on the mat in his white
trunks. You can almost hear him whimpering "Ow, my aching back!"
Meanwhile, the dudes in the front row seem to be enjoying his
dramatic performance of agony.
Just as in the last match,
Windham tosses the jobber into the ropes, then about knocks his head off
with a Flyin' Lariat. You'd think Thompson would learn to defend himself
from this move after getting hit with it week after week.
Here is that arrogant kneeling
pin by Windham, hugging one of the helpless man's legs to his chest. I'm
not sure why he grabbed the leg, since Thompson is pretty much out cold at
this point.
I guess this cocky pose of complete domination is to show the
fans, one last time, what a ruthless, powerful, unbeatable bad-ass this blond
cowboy really is. Windham is shaking off his pretty-boy persona from
earlier in his career.
The winner's arm is raised
in victory. I'm not sure why he's wearing the black glove, I think
it's because he sometimes applies a devastating Claw Hold, like his sadistic
father Blackjack Mulligan.
One of the greatest workers of all time, effective as both a baby-face
and a heel, and always a pleasure to watch -- ladies and gentlemen, give
it up for Barry Windham!
Good news, you can also watch
a video of this match, courtesy of YouTube, by clicking below...