I am a jobber. For those of you unfamiliar with the term, I am paid to turn up to big-name wrestling matches, be thrown around the ring for a few minutes by whoever is the star-of-the-moment, and then lose in a humiliating fashion so that the ‘main’ wrestler can look like a badass.
If humiliation bothered me, it would be a problem, but quite honestly I am very well rewarded for my few minutes of effort each week, nobody knows who I am, nor will they remember once I leave the ring, so who cares? It’s a slightly odd way to make a living, but as I said, I’m paid extremely well to do it, probably because there aren’t that many people willing to take a beating in front of millions of people and be made to look like a weak, hopeless loser. Personally, I’m perfectly happy to leave with a few bruises, get into my Audi R8, and head to a swanky restaurant for an expensive dinner, before going back to my luxur