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Joe Robbins vs Jobe Zander, Demolition 28 (BG East)

All three Demolition 28 matches are good. This one - the middle one - really rocks. Joe is like an ultra-beefy Bruce Springsteen and Jobe is screwy as a mallard's dick. Joe just wants to contemplate his muscles in the mirror. Jobe is all talk, loud talk, irritating and self-infatuated, imagine The Miz  and Jim Cornette rolled into one. Two egos this inflated can't fit in the same ring. 

What's more - both are gullywashers of sweat! For me, this makes the match. Usually when a low-blow-dealing ratfink and a musclehead face off, you expect the ratfink to carry the match through pure treachery alone. Early on, though, Robbins stakes his territory by pounding five Zander-shaped dents into the ring floor in under a minute. The more Robbins throttles and squeezes and snaps Zander across his shoulders, the bigger the boner in Jobe's shocking-pink trunks. It's enough to give a clean-living man naughty ideas.

I've always enjoyed Joe and Jobe. But this match stands out. Together there's volatile chemistry. Zander tempts fate, dancing too close to the abyss. Robbins squishes him like an ant so he can return to the mirror. The friction - both psychological and physical - is what I love about them.

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