Like Daddy Like Son

My wrestling buddy, Classic Pro Joe, recently sent me a link to this rough,sweaty brawl between Dick Murdoch and Barry Windham from August 1987.   As Joe said: “Murdoch’s attack is fuckin brutal… and Windham looks so fuckin hot in those skimpy black trunks.”

Both wrestlers are from Texas, but one is much older and heavier than the other. Both have black trunks and dishwater blond hair.  Dick Murdoch was 40 and Barry Windham was 27 when this event took place.  Their age and weight difference makes it almost feel inappropriate for them to be spending so much time shirtless and pants-less together.  And Daddy Dick controls the action for most of the match, seeming to be giving young Barry a lesson.  These elements combine to give this match that Daddy-vs.-Son feel which many wrestling lovers seem to relish.

You know it hurts when a fat fuck like Murdoch lands the elbow.

Their gear is so similar that it appears the Daddy bought his Son his first pair of black trunks (four sizes smaller than Daddy’s) and red kneepads and told him to wear them.  “Here kid — just like your old man!”

Barry Windham is always a pleasure to watch, whether during his Blond Boy days or during his own Beefy Daddy Heel period late in his career.  I swear he kept those same speedo trunks (with the 28-inch waist and too-small pouch) throughout his entire career, just stretching that spandex out more and more as his bulk expanded gorgeously.

And those red cowboy boots that Barry loves to wear — come on.  Admit those are hot on his long bare legs.  I had a kink for cowboy boots for years (even wearing my college roommates boots around the dorm room when he was away) and I think Barry Windham did that to my brain.

Time for Daddy to discipline his Sonny Boy.

It must be hot in Texas because both wrestlers are soon dripping with perspiration, Barry’s blond locks plastered to his forehead which enhances his suffering.

Buckets of sweat glistening on the wrestlers’ bare skin always makes their performance seem seedier, naughtier, and therefore enticing.

The only place Barry can think to grab on.

Barry knows a dozen fun little tricks to add a sexual tone to his matches — that’s part of the reason I am into him.  For example, he likes to flop around acting dizzy and spent, like he just got off.

Then he will grab a big handful of his opponents trunks and hold on, his fingers buried deep under the other man’s waistband.

My favorite moments occur when Barry Windham slaps on his cowboy-booted Figure Four Leglock — first at 9:25 and again at 13:13.

During the second Figure Four, the commentators begin discussing Windham’s perfect legs and I’m swooning over that sexy talk.

If he tries to break your leg, slap him with a big phallic microphone.

But Daddy Dick grabs a mike and thumps our blond hero in the face to break up the Leglock.  This criminal act also busted open the poor kid’s forehead, and the blood starts to flow.

Dick Murdoch was not exactly a male model but his big over-sized belly and his brutal ownership of hopeful but submissive young opponents certainly had sex appeal.  His super-sized bulk and apparent sadistic streak excited you even if you wanted to dismiss the fat old redneck and focus solely on his victim.  My buddy Joe agrees: “Murdoch is one of those guys who I don’t find appealing as a man, but he’s fuckin hot as a wrestler.  And this match has lots of hot action.”

Thanks again Joe for the link to this match — I agree, this match has “lots of hot action.”  (I don’t think I’ve ever seen a Barry Windham match that doesn’t.)