Jobber gulped as the pig's name was announced, and she started stomping towards the ring, each mighty step causing the whole stadium to lightly shake. Enorma. It had to be Enorma. The jack of all trades. Big and fat enough to flatten you or swallow you entirely with her cheeks, dirty enough to fart on you, cruel enough to grind you against a post while farting on you, Enorma meant anything could be in store for him.
The entire arena shook like an earthquake and Enorma swung her massive body up over the ropes and landed in the ring, raising her arms and getting cheers from the crowd, and grabbed a mic a nearby official offered.
"Now it's time for Enorma's Finale Suggestion!" one announcer said. Jobber gulped. Every squasher who participated got to suggest a way to end the night, and fan voted. Of course, usually a fan suggestion won, but that didn't take any of the pressure off. Enorma started to speak.
"Our dear Jobber works so very hard. So if my suggestion is chosen, I'd like him to get a two week vacation!" Enorma said. Jobber rolled his eyes. What would the catch be. As bad as he expected it to be, he was still stunned when Enorma dropped her shorts, revealing a thong, and more troubling, the words "FOX" and "HOLE" painted on her ass.
"So vote for my suggestion, and let's give Jobber a nice trip to his own personal Fox Hole!" Enorma cackled, shaking her ass.
Jobber stepped back in terror as Enorma tossed the mic away and lunged at Jobber to start the night's festivities. He gulped. What would she do?
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