Public Revealings, part 2 of 2

My only complaint was that Trent Knight wasn’t wearing his baby blue trunks or red ones.

Today we continue yesterday’s review of the very candid article titled “Military Presses and Me — A Love Story“, which was posted to the Humiliation of a Wrestling Jobber blog on 4/18/17.  The author, “HJ” described his obsession with the trunk-pulling variation of the Overhead Press.

Poor Jerry Allen in his silky blue panties is the victim.

Just like every wrestling addict, HJ notices every colorful detail of his favorite hold.  In this Jerry Allen video mentioned in his article, HJ points out how the animation freezes and zooms in “at the perfect point when the trunks are shooting up the ass.”  He appreciates how the GIF’s creator emphasized and enhanced the humiliation factor.

As someone who grew up thinking he was the only sick pervert in the world with a hard-on for pro wrestling, as the only kid on my block reacting to the apparent sexual energy in each jobber’s humiliation, it does my heart good to find a kindred soul willing to write in detail about his wrestling turn-ons.  In an e-mail to me, HJ hit another nerve:

“What do the jobber’s legs do? Sometimes they go completely stiff and stick straight out.  Sometimes they are calm but just dangling there. Sometimes they kick.  I think I like it more when they kick — it seems like they’re almost fighting their fate.”

You’re going to be exposed to this capacity crowd anyway while the announcers gasp.

“Yet it’s pointless because the heel has them completely under control, grasping their trunks high above their ass and holding their chin or throat, literally choking the life out of them and metaphorically robbing them of their pride.”

The wrestling bug must be contagious because his enthusiasm for this move is having the same effect on me!

One of the GREATEST military press wedgies you will ever see. To the ultimate good guy, Hulk Hogan.

HJ’s article describes how he began to personalize these Military Wedgie humiliation scenes, putting himself mentally in the place of the degraded jobber, getting off on the fantasy of his own public shaming.

He would strip to his underwear and then hike them up to wedgie himself, while dangling his legs over the edge of a couch or bed.  He fantasized that he was the jobber being held up and displayed in the ring by the Bad Guy.

And here is an idea I never thought of, but wish I had.  While in Jobber On Display position, HJ would tape record himself describing the action like the classic announcers:

“I pushed record and ‘announced’ myself being military pressed, using all the lingo I’d heard over the years… ‘Look at this. He’s lifting the man’s trunks six inches above his butt, Brain. That gives him so much leverage and he’s helpless. Look at him manhandling him like a sack of potatoes!'”

Same result. Press, wedgie, backbreaker, you’re done jobber.

And here I thought I was the only wrestling fan who found the running commentary exciting!  Their degrading little insults right there on television, mocking the helpless man, always fuel my excitement.

I’ll bet HJ had some really colorful descriptions of himself in his jobber panties on those tapes,   Hey if you find any of those old recordings, or wish to make some more, I’d sure love a copy.

This desire to insert ourselves in the ring, to crave the role of either the Humiliated Wimp or the Dominant Brute, seems to be common fuel in the fantasy engine of many of us pro wrestling lovers.

I applaud HJ for sharing his private fetishes, jack-off techniques, and secret obsessions in his article, and I certainly don’t judge him. I admit I played pro wrestler dress-up too when I was home alone, and I know plenty of other wrestling lovers who enjoyed (still enjoy) putting on the gear, acting out the moves, pinning or being pinned, pretending to suffer, etc.  Pro wrestling is the primary sport where the fans — a good number of us fans at least — are aroused by the idea of participating in the action.

Some 300-pound Russian ogre would one day be grasping them, holding them above the jobber’s ass to expose his butt.

One never hears of a baseball fan getting turned on by picturing himself hitting a home run, or even more apropos, by striking out and feeling ashamed.  Nobody wears basketball tank tops or football jerseys to get a boner.  (OK, maybe some freaks actually are into football gear.)  But HJ’s article illustrates that wrestling obsession is all about Monkey See, Monkey Wanna Do Real Bad.

To be fair, we don’t know if Nikolai and the other frequent trunk-grabbers truly savored hooking their fingers into another man’s waistband and partially exposing him, or if they just needed a convenient handle to grab.  Did they understand how inappropriate and rapey this move was?

I like how Nikolai also seemed to always enjoy pressing a jobber. It’s good to see someone who enjoys their job.

Is the Military Press Wedgie meant to be pornographic, or is it just the most convenient and safest way to lift a dude above your head?  How you answer that question determines how nasty, naughty, and therefore how titillating the move will feel to you.

HJ’s article defines this move as an utter emasculation, a destruction of pride and virility.  After reading his article and getting inside his head, I am now firmly in his corner.