Tonight’s boy was Leo, all muscle and no miles, with a tiger tattoo and deer-in-headlights eyes. “Don’t hurt me,” Leo whispered in the locker room.
Dale "The Mark" Hennessey had shaken ten thousand hands. Most belonged to boys who’d never learn to work a crowd, rookies sent to him because he’d do the job clean, make them look like heroes, then collect his two hundred bucks and drive home to his camper behind the VFW hall. marks hand jobbers
If you're open to it, I can write a proper short story about a veteran wrestler known as "The Mark," who specializes in putting over younger talent (jobbers in the sense of doing the job, i.e., losing). Or, if you intended a different meaning, please clarify. Tonight’s boy was Leo, all muscle and no