Have you ever complained about school or work or anything about life and an older person overhears you? What happens? Usually they’ll chime in and educate you on life as it use to be. (Whether you care or not…they’re old, they don’t care either) They will usually start off by saying, “You kids don’t know how it use to be, “Back in my day…” and their tale would begin. Well…Back in my day, pro wrestling didn’t have your fancy shmancy marquee match ups on free TV. No, if you wanted to see the big stars of my day compete against each other, you had to buy a ticket to a show. Nothing free about it…and YOU liked it! Instead, what you got on free TV was what you kids call today a wrestling infomercial. Some big stars cut promos, and others wrestled, but never against each other….NEVER! What they had were people called jobbers, or the politically correct term “Enhancement talent.” You whippersnappers today refer to them as jabronis. These weren’t the glorified kind like you see on Raw or Smackdown now like Zack Ryder or The Great Khali. Back then, they were guys that looked like they were plucked directly off the street or from the audience. Usually, they were fat, balding, pasty white and had zero believability that they could ever win. As bad and as nonathletic as they seemed to be, they were the most important people inside that ring. Why you ask? Because they made the stars look really, really good. There have been rare occasions where the jobber might get a punch, slap, kick or shove in before his inevitable beat down, but for the most part, once that bell rang, they were beaten pillar to post. All in the name of making the star look unbeatable, indestructible or just plain good. They never got the credit they so richly deserved for making stars out of the likes of The Ultimate Warrior, King Kong Bundy, Tito Santana and countless others. While they did have names, they were mostly an afterthought. Some jobbers of that era had wrestling legacies like “Leapin” Lanny Poffo (His dad was Angelo Poffo and brother was Randy Savage) or Barry O (Dad was Bob Orton Sr, brother was Bob Orton Jr and nephew was Randy Orton) Others eventually became stars themselves like The Hardy Boyz, “Jack” Mick Foley, Scottie2Hottie (before the worm and Too Cool, he was plain old Scott Taylor with a bad mullet ) and even Gillberg was known as Duane Gill, carved a nice little career for himself. Then there are those that time has seemingly forgot…Does anybody remember “Iron” Mike Sharpe? Probably. “The Duke Of Dorchester” Pete Doherty? Perhaps. How about Rusty Brooks, The Italian Stallion, SD Jones, Tom Stone or my personal fave…Mario Mancini? (The wrestling equivalent to Ron Jeremy) If you don’t know who that is, don’t ask…wrong blog. These were my heroes, the unsung heroes of the squared circle. The guys who allowed a star to experiment new moves. The guys who allowed snakes to be thrown on them, perfume sprayed on them, body slam after body slam, they were there…selling. They took a licking and kept on ticking. Sure, some deserved a better fate like the technically savvy Barry Horowitz, but a job is a job….and nobody did it better than them.