Jobber threw cold water into his face from the locker room sink, and stared at himself. It was the worst day of the year. TAW's fund-raising webcast. And he was the unlucky jobber that got picked out to be the victim of this year's torments.
Wrestling.. Wrestling was one thing. Get sat on or body slammed, occasionally get farted on, match was over, barring one of the girls wanting to torment him privately, which was bad but not terrible. But this.. this wasn't wrestling. He was going to be subject to anything the fans at home wanted him to be. And unfortunately for him, they were much more creative than the TAW writers. Even worse, being a webcast, anything could happen. He remembered watching last year's jobber disappear down Lardo's throat when donations got high enough. And the year before that, the girls blasting some white cat with so much gas his fur was STILL green.
Jobber threw more water into his face, and walked out to the ring, like a condemned man heading towards his execution.
As he climbed into a ring, two furred announced worked the viewers at home.
"And here's tonight's victim, Jobber Fox! Remember folks, you donate to decide his fate! Or should we say, 'end'?" One quipped, to laughter. "But until your suggestions and funds come in, we'll bring out the most requested wrestler to play with him to start this night off right! Here she comes, large and in charge, it's..."
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