Marks Hand Jobbers _verified_ -

They called him a hand jobber—not for anything crude, but because his hands gave the rub. His calloused palms, wrapped around a greenhorn’s throat in a worked choke, whispering, “Sell it, kid. Wait. Now elbow.” That was the mark’s job: lend your body, break their fear, then fall.

The bell rang. Dale sold every punch like a gunshot, bled from a blunted blade, and at the finish, let Leo pin him with a sloppy press. The crowd roared for the new lion. Dale crawled to the apron, wiped blood on his tights, and smiled. marks hand jobbers

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. They called him a hand jobber—not for anything

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. Now elbow