Jobber Industry

Big_Daddy_Heel: "Ring speaker. Next match is a pro wresting match with one fall. Win by submission, pinfall or knockout. Introducing first. our new rookie: Slender Boy!"

Slender_Jobber: I'm so excited for this match, I can't stop moving behind the curtain. I'm a wrestler!

Slender_Jobber: I hear my name being called: it's showtime! I run breathlessly towards the ring, raising my arms in triumph. My long hair fluttering like a banner.

Slender_Jobber: I jump in the ring enjoying every cheer (and ignoring every mocking laughter). Waiting for my opponent in my corner.

Big_Daddy_Heel: Ring speaker: "Introducing next. Our reigning Heavyweight Champion: BIIIIGGG DAAADDDYYY!"

Big_Daddy_Heel: crowd cheers. I make my way to the ring. high-fiving some kids. step on the ring and with easily step over the top rope. wearing my black leather pants, black boots and black tank top. towering over you with our size difference. stare you down. slowly move my thumb across my neck

Big_Daddy_Heel: it's fun that the promoters sometimes just give me squash matches against jobbers. but this time they may have gone too far. you look like a gust of wind would knock you over...

Slender_Jobber: Wow, the audience roar for this guy like they didn't for me... And seeing you I understand why. I'm no short fella, but I have to bend my neck to stare you in your eyes... I can't help to gulp when you tower over me. But I can't lose heart!

Slender_Jobber: I slap my face to give me strength and I try to assume a resolute stance. Shirtless, in my tight blue pants and white boots, I extend my hand to you: "He-hey man, let's have a good match. I won't go easy on you just because you're a dad. Ha-ha."

Big_Daddy_Heel: I take your hand and chuckle. "sure, boy! and I wont go easy on you just because you are the weakest jobber I've seen in my life."

Big_Daddy_Heel: not releasing your hand

Big_Daddy_Heel: ref gives the sign to ring the bell DING DING DING

Big_Daddy_Heel: just keep staring at you and keeping your hand in a firm hold

Slender_Jobber: When you grab my hand, I can't help but wince in pain. The hardest handshake I've ever felt!

Slender_Jobber: When the bell rings and you don't let go I start to sweat. "Ha-ha. Hey daddy-o... Didn't you hear? I-I think we're supposed to... Move to our... Corner?"

Slender_Jobber: I try to pull my hand free, but you don't budge. I just glance into your eyes nervously, sensing your eerie intentions...

Big_Daddy_Heel: "move to our corner? sure. let me help you with that!"

Big_Daddy_Heel: grabbing your throat with my other hand. lifting you up so that your feet are danling over the floor. crowd cheering. then pulling you close to me. other hand on your chest and sending you flying like other people would throw a ball. tossing you into your corner

Slender_Jobber: "What?" Before I can react, you loft me high in the air by the neck. It's like I don't weigh nothing!

Slender_Jobber: I instinctively hold to your strong forearm, bigger than my leg. God, I'm danger!

Slender_Jobber: In an instant I'm flying across the ring, crashing hard in the corner. I try to stand up holding to the ropes, coughing: "Hey man! Not fair! I... Wasn't ready!"

Big_Daddy_Heel: I slowly walk over to you. press my body into you. "not ready? who cares?"

Big_Daddy_Heel: then I grab some of your hair. of which you have a lot and start dragging you back to the center of the ring. is your hair longer than you, jobber? dragging a buch of hair followed by some thin jobber boy

Slender_Jobber: I'm intimidated by your sheer size coming over me. "I... The ref? I-I don't know!" But you interrupt me pulling my hair. "Ouch! Let go of me!" Stumbling behind you. "Let's start over, ok? Ouch! From the start!" Holding to your huge hand.

Big_Daddy_Heel: you hold on to my hand like a little kid.

Big_Daddy_Heel: "want a nice view, rookie?"

Big_Daddy_Heel: one hand to your groin. other one on your chest. lifting you up easily. pressing you high up above me. more than 2 metres above the ground for you. doing one circle to show you off to the whole audience in the gorilla press

Slender_Jobber: "What? No!" I can't do anything but wriggling to stop you, but your big hands trapped me. "Wowowowowoh! Don't! Man!" The audience burst in cheers and laughs watching you lifting me like a barbell without breaking a sweat. I can only try to keep my balance, shaking my head: "Nonononono!"

Big_Daddy_Heel: I walk you to the edge of the ring and then throw you out. making you fly out of the ring and land on the hard arena floor

Slender_Jobber: My nervous protests turn into a shrill scream as I fly out of the ring, crashing hard onto the hard concrete. "Fuck!"

Slender_Jobber: I wriggle on the floor like a fish out of water, but my survival instinct is stronger than the pain and I don't waste too much time to get up. Limping, I try to move away from you and recover. But my survival instinct is clearly not enough, since my frustration and pride take over: "Not fair, you asshole!"

Slender_Jobber: I yell: "You took me by surprise, because you knew you couldn't win in a honest bout, is that so?!" While I try to move away and rest on a barrier.

Big_Daddy_Heel: I slowly step over the ropes and jump down to the arena floor. you are limping but still throwing a tantrum. these jobbers do not only get weaker every time. they also get dumber

Big_Daddy_Heel: "you shouldnt call your heel names. lesson 1!"

Big_Daddy_Heel: "or the heel might do what I'm about to do to you now!"

Big_Daddy_Heel: wrap one arm around your waist. one hand below your thigh. lifting you up. positioning you over the steel barricade. your legs to either side

Big_Daddy_Heel: and letting you drop

Big_Daddy_Heel: uuupps. that might hurt a bit...

Slender_Jobber: Your long legs reach me in few steps. I try to run, but your long arm secure me in no time. "No. Let me go!" I try to throw a couple of punches but you seem unbothered. Then I fall.

Slender_Jobber: A single scream. Someone in the audience winces as I slip down, holding my crotch. Wheezing: "So... That's how it is..."

Slender_Jobber: I lay there, bent from the pain, trying to catch my breath.

Slender_Jobber: But if you not resume the slaughter right away, I try to pull up to my knees again, holding on to the nearest surface: your black boot.

Big_Daddy_Heel: you slide from the barricade. in obvious pain. I just tower over you. looking around the audience. shrugging my shoulders. as if saying that I'm sorry that you are so weak...

Big_Daddy_Heel: you start pulling yourself up on my boot. I grab your armpits and hurl you up. dragging you back to the ring

Big_Daddy_Heel: "if you want your heel to go easy on you, you beg. lesson 2"

Big_Daddy_Heel: hurling you back into the ring

Slender_Jobber: I mutter unintelligible insults while you drag me back to the ring. Recovering cognition.

Slender_Jobber: Then you hurl me back into the ring, like I was a light pillow or something. I waste no time and try to use the momentum to roll away from you and stand up again using the ropes on the opposite side.

Slender_Jobber: Waiting for you to come back up.

Big_Daddy_Heel: I get back into the ring slowly. you scramble back to your feet. I slowly step over the top rope

Slender_Jobber: Again, you step over the rope like it was a speed bump. Fuck!

Slender_Jobber: That's my chance! I throw myself against the ropes behind me for momentum and lunge at you, crashing into your massive chest with a crossbody! Hoping to knock you off...

Big_Daddy_Heel: cute jobber. throwing himself at me with a crossbody

Big_Daddy_Heel: I just hold on to you as you hit against my chest. holding you like a baby

Big_Daddy_Heel: "missed your daddy?"

Big_Daddy_Heel: take two steps to the middle of the ring. then jump up and splash down with you under me. body splashing the Slender Boy under my weight

Slender_Jobber: I leap into the air, fling at full speed... And I just smash against a brick wall!

Slender_Jobber: My move did hurt me more than it did to you...

Slender_Jobber: I felt like a tricycle crashing into a truck. And just like a truck, you run over me, crushing me with your unbearable weight!

Slender_Jobber: "Fuck!" I cry. About to cry, too...

Big_Daddy_Heel: feel your body tense as I body splash you. I get up and put my foot on your chest

Big_Daddy_Heel: ref starting the count

Big_Daddy_Heel: 1..

Slender_Jobber: This mountain doubles me in weight. And I felt it all collapsing over me like a landslide! I'm laying broken under him, unable to move or even breathe...

Slender_Jobber: When you get up I grunt and I can only exhale "Please..." before you crush my chest again with your gargantuan foot.

Slender_Jobber: I hold to your large ankle with all my strength, grunting and huffing, trying to pull it away. It weighs like a concrete pillar on my ribcage and I can't move it in the slightest...

Big_Daddy_Heel: hear you say please as I get up

Big_Daddy_Heel: "good. you learned the last lesson."

Big_Daddy_Heel: you just grunt and weakly tug at my boot while I pin you

Big_Daddy_Heel: ref counts to two. then I step off your chest breaking the pin

Big_Daddy_Heel: I grab one wrist and pull it slightly

Big_Daddy_Heel: "get up, boy! I'm not done with you!"

Slender_Jobber: I take a loud breath once I'm free. I don't know why you broke the pin, but I don't mean to stay there to know. Rattling, I turn on my gut and try to crawl away as fast as possible, wheezing!

Big_Daddy_Heel: you start to crawl away

Big_Daddy_Heel: "where are you going jobber!"

Big_Daddy_Heel: run up from behind and socker kick you right between your legs

Slender_Jobber: My pathetic escape is interrupted in the most brutal of ways. The breath chokes in my throat and a single tear falls from my eye. I lie on the ground, whimpering. Motionless.

Big_Daddy_Heel: you stop crawling. just whimpering now

Big_Daddy_Heel: "lesson 3. never try to escape from the heel. that just makes the heel angry"

Big_Daddy_Heel: then I grab your armpits and hurl you up. walking you to the corner. pushing you in the corner. tangling both your arms under the top rope so that you are being held up. then slowly walk to the opposite corner.

Big_Daddy_Heel: get the crowd riled up. run at you. jump up. BAAM body splash on you in the corner. my body weight crashing into you

Slender_Jobber: Dizzy, I get carried like a misbehaving child to the corner. You keep lecturing me, but I can't hear you or see clearly. I only see the arena circling around me while I hear the muffled murmur of the crowd. Higher. More excited. When I hear clearly the roaring cheers again, I see a black dot moving toward me. A blurry shadow. A... Huge brick house man running towards me!

Slender_Jobber: Just now I notice that I'm trapped in the ropes. I can't escape! "No...!"

Slender_Jobber: You can see the fear in my eyes as you run over me like a train!

Slender_Jobber: Your weight alone was enough to take my breath away. Now, your 275 lbs of hard muscles flying over me almost take me out completely!

Slender_Jobber: I flop down, only held up by my arms in the ropes. Drooling and weakly whimpering.

Big_Daddy_Heel: you sag in the corner. only held up by the ropes. I untangle your arms and let you slide down the corner unto your butt

Big_Daddy_Heel: I get down on my knees to have a look at you

Big_Daddy_Heel: you are drooling and whimpering

Big_Daddy_Heel: i raise one of your arms. it's just limp beside your side.

Big_Daddy_Heel: you seem to be done. I get close to your ears. "when you got enough you tap the side of my arm so that no one sees"

Slender_Jobber: I feel your breath close to my ear, but I can only hear a buzz. Dizzy and absent, I mumble a low "Fuck you..."

Big_Daddy_Heel: "so we are back to the start of the lesson" I shake my head. as you wish

Big_Daddy_Heel: I move to the opposite corner again. get the crowd agitated again. run at you. jump up and crash down on you in a bronco buster

Big_Daddy_Heel: keep bouncing up and down your slender body after the initial crash for a few times. just for the fun of it

Slender_Jobber: You move away from me and I see the light again. That helps me to come back to my senses, oblivious of the last minute. Still dizzy but more aware of my surroundings I see you agitate the crowd again. I snap back into reality as soon as you approach me running again. The whole ring shaking with every step. Horrible deja vu!

Slender_Jobber: I try to extend an arm to stop you: "No, no, man! Please!" But you cut off my pleading with a devastating Bronco Buster!

Slender_Jobber: Your merciless grind is the only thing that keeps me conscious, mashing me down into the corner. The whole ring shaking like it's about to fall down. My screams unstoppable like a painful hiccup.

Big_Daddy_Heel: you extend one arm and try to beg me to stop as I'm already running at you

Big_Daddy_Heel: so I guess you have some sense but it's too late

Big_Daddy_Heel: I smash into you and destroy the weak jobber that you are. you scream out like a hurt animal

Big_Daddy_Heel: eventually I have some mercy on you and get off you. taking one wrist and one ankle and move you a bit away from the corner. then put my whole body on you and pin you down

Big_Daddy_Heel: ref begins to count

Big_Daddy_Heel: but before he reaches 3 I pull your body up a bit

Slender_Jobber: Just when I was about to faint, you interrupt the slaughter out of mercy. "Thank God..." I exhale while you drag me away.

Slender_Jobber: Even if you don't put any strength into it, my whole body hurts when you lean on me. "Daddy..." I pathetically whisper while the ref begins to count.

Slender_Jobber: But before he reaches the 3, you pull my wrecked body up a bit. The audience cheering, so happy to see you abuse me more.

Slender_Jobber: I look around confused and scared, than I look right into your inclement eyes and plead: "Please, man... Don't..."

Slender_Jobber: My eyes wet...

Big_Daddy_Heel: nothing left of the cocky jobber. you are done and helpless. begging with me

Big_Daddy_Heel: "next lesson. a match is over when the heel wants it to end. and the heel listens to the audience. and the audience usually loves to see a jobber suffer..."

Big_Daddy_Heel: I get down to you. tenderly wrap one arm on your shoulder and one on your crotch. lifting you up. putting you across my shoulder. still not hurting you

Big_Daddy_Heel: cupping your chin with one arm. holding your legs with the other

Big_Daddy_Heel: "now listen. I'm a bit deaf on my ears. too much loud noise in the ring. so if you have something to say soon you better scream out loud!"

Big_Daddy_Heel: then start yanking your chin and your legs down. bending your whole body over my shoulder. and start to jump up and down adding more pressure

Big_Daddy_Heel: Slender Boy in vicious torture rack on Big Daddy's shoulders

Slender_Jobber: Your voice is calm, but your words are life-threatening. As you get down on me I start to panic, but I can only shake my head. "No... No, please..."

Slender_Jobber: You put me on your broad shoulders and secure your hold, while I tremble whimpering.

Slender_Jobber: While you keep talk to me I'm still softly begging: "Nonononono...!"

Slender_Jobber: Than you start to break my spine in a torture rack, like a twig on a boulder!

Slender_Jobber: I scream and shout, anything from pleas and supplications to unintelligible cries, while you jump up and down, making my entire body pop like bubble wrap.

Slender_Jobber: Among the agonizing screaming, you can hear "No" "Please" "Sir" "I beg you" "Daddy" "Let go" "Somebody save me"

Slender_Jobber: Even someone among the crowd starts to feel bad for the poor manhandled jobber. But most of the audience cheer, chant you name and ask you to make me suffer.

Big_Daddy_Heel: You scream out in pain. Ref moving in. One look at you and he calls for the bell 🔔🔔🔔

Big_Daddy_Heel: I stop for a moment. But keep you on my shoulders. "What the fuck, ref? He didn't say the words!"

Big_Daddy_Heel: Ref "he's got enough. Just listen to him. The boy is done. Let him down. You win!"

Big_Daddy_Heel: I glare at him. Don't like my matches called by the ref

Big_Daddy_Heel: "nah that was no submission!"

Big_Daddy_Heel: Start yanking you across my shoulder again

Big_Daddy_Heel: Torture rack part 2

Slender_Jobber: While you and the referee were discussing about my fate like I wasn't there, I kept moaning and groaning. Unfortunately, after a moment of respite, the butchering resumes and you break me even more viciously!

Slender_Jobber: I resume screaming as well, I'm the top of my lungs. But I keep try to talk, to save my life: "I... I... Do! I... Give! I... I... I submit! Please!" Literally sobbing between the agonizing screams...

Big_Daddy_Heel: Ref giving signal to ring the bell again as I resume the torture rack. Trying to save you. But I ignore him

Big_Daddy_Heel: You start screaming again and then you finally say the words. Shouting out your submission. Your screams turned into sobs. I finally stop. Hold you on my shoulders for a second. Then just let you drop. Making you fall nearly 2 metres to the ground

Slender_Jobber: The torture stopped and I fall down unceremoniously like a sack of trash.

Slender_Jobber: I lay down, unmoving, feverish: "No... More... Please..."

Big_Daddy_Heel: I give a sign to ring speaker. He comes into the ring with a mic

Big_Daddy_Heel: "this is a joke. this federation sending jobbers like this guy to fight me! this is ridiculous!"

Big_Daddy_Heel: letting the mic drop down on your body

Slender_Jobber: When the mic drops on me, my body has a little spasm. But every fiber of my body is in pain, so I don't seem to notice and I just keep ranting: "No more... Please... No more..."

Big_Daddy_Heel: I slowly make my way out of the ring. walk towards the exit...

Big_Daddy_Heel: but right before the exit I stop and look back at the ring

Slender_Jobber: When I felt the ring shaking under your heavy steps I winced, but then I realized you're not towering over me anymore and I can see the blurry lights again.

Slender_Jobber: I lay there an instant, or maybe minutes or hours, slowly regaining conscience. I feel the distant echo of the crowd cheering for your triumph closer and closer, until I can hear and see clearly again. And feel. God, my entire body feels broken!

Slender_Jobber: I cover my eyes sobbing, lifted that it's finally over. "Over... It's over..."

Big_Daddy_Heel: crowd getting louder. hoping they get some more action. some chants "One more time! one more time!"

Big_Daddy_Heel: they are right. I didnt show off everyhing yet

Big_Daddy_Heel: walking back to the ring

Big_Daddy_Heel: I rummage below the ring until I pull out a folded table

Big_Daddy_Heel: throwing the table into the ring. climbing back into the ring. setting up the table

Big_Daddy_Heel: then bending down to you. lifting you up and putting you down on the table

Slender_Jobber: I'm there whining when I feel someone stepping into the ring and placing something nearby. I'm sure it's just a stretcher.

Slender_Jobber: But then I feel your huge hands grasping me again. What?! It isn't over?!

Slender_Jobber: I'm trapped inside a nightmare!

Slender_Jobber: My eyes wide open, I look you in fear. "Please, man! D-daddy! It's over! You won! You... You won!" My hands desperately clawing your veiny forearms. My legs kicking weakly. "No...!"

Big_Daddy_Heel: your eyes wide in fear. begging with me. telling me that I won. I know that. it was too easy. that's the problem

Big_Daddy_Heel: grabbing your hair. looking into your eyes

Big_Daddy_Heel: and headbutt you hard

Big_Daddy_Heel: "SHUT UP!"

Big_Daddy_Heel: crowd getting loud as they watch me set you up on the table. ref giving the sign to ring the bell again. moving over. crossing his arms over you. "don't do it. he got enough. dont do that. you won!"

Big_Daddy_Heel: I ignore him and slowly climb the corner post until I'm standing on the top turnbuckle. looking down at you

Slender_Jobber: You have no pity for me and you just take any resistance away from me with a strong headbutt! "No...ARGH!"

Slender_Jobber: From there, I'm just laying on the table like a broken marionette, whining: "No... No more..."

Big_Daddy_Heel: I'm about to jump down as the promoter enters the arena. he asks for the mic "don't do this. he's a rookie. not even half your weight. you know we need fresh talent. he's done. at least accept his submission

Big_Daddy_Heel: I turn to the audience. cupping my hear to show that I'm waiting for their decision. "Crash the table! Take him out! Splash him!" very clear reaction from the crowd

Big_Daddy_Heel: I smirk at the promoter and launch myself down. my whole weight crashing down onto your slender body. the table crashed under the force of my weight and the momentum. burying you under me

Slender_Jobber: You fly high, and fall like a fiery meteor!

Slender_Jobber: The muffled chanting of the crowd brings me back to reality. I open my eyes and the arena's lights blind me. Until a great shadow obscures them, allowing me to clearly see the horrible fate that is falling upon me. Literally.

Slender_Jobber: Terrified, I open my eyes wide. The weak arms stretched out to you, begging: "No... Please! No!"

Slender_Jobber: Too late. My fate's sealed. All 275 pounds of you come crashing down on me, destroying my fragile body and the table below with a devastating Splash!

Slender_Jobber: I lie there, unconscious, sunk in the debris of the table you demolished. And me with it.

Slender_Jobber: I don't feel anything anymore. Only the masculine scent of your body on mine lingers, reminding me where I belong.

Big_Daddy_Heel: I crash down on you. Lieing on top of you. The broken table scattered around us. You feel like a soft pillow. Your body all limp. Can just hear some shallow breathing. You are completely knocked out

Big_Daddy_Heel: I grab your arm and hold it up a bit. No tension. It just drops down the moment I let go

Big_Daddy_Heel: Do the same to one of your legs. Slender Boy completely out

Big_Daddy_Heel: Then I get up. Grab your ankles and pull you from the away from the remains of the table. You arms just sliding since l above your head and lieing there the moment I stop dragging you.

Big_Daddy_Heel: Put my boot on your face. Make your head tilt to the side a bit so that I can stand with my boot on the whole side of your face. Looking down at you. And rub my hands together like saying that I finished an especially annoying clean-up job. Cameras closing in on us. Fans taking pictures. They are used to jobbers getting knocked out by me but I have to say that I did a good job with you

Big_Daddy_Heel: Slowly stepping from the ring while the ref is trying to roll your limp body outside of the ring. Some people bring a stretcher to the ringside. You will need one

Big_Daddy_Heel: I step from the ring just as you get put on the stretcher. Still not moving. Just rolled like around like a rag doll

Big_Daddy_Heel: I take a step to the stretcher. Shoot a menacing look at the stretcher guys. "Let me take care of this."

Big_Daddy_Heel: Then I wrap one arm under your knees and one arm under your shoulder. Scooping you up and pressing you to my chest. Like a baby. Pressing your dropping head to my chest. Your long hair almost covering all your face. Some slight puffs to your hair in rhythm with your breathing. You really sleep like a baby

Big_Daddy_Heel: Walking with you out of the arena

Big_Daddy_Heel: END