This choice: Jobber stays, but knows he's fucked • Go Back...Chapter #5Jobber stays, but knows he's fucked by: Unknown I reached the ring and could tell that the pathetic jobber about to wrestle me was absolutely terrified. He was trembling all over and couldn’t tear his eyes away from my immense bulk as my tons of flab wobbled and jiggled, stretching my reinforced spandex outfit well beyond its limits.
Because of my height, I was actually taller than my opponent and the ref despite the fact that they were already in the ring. I lifted one of my massive legs up and placed my foot on the outside of the ring before grabbing the post in my left hand and hauling my colossal weight up. The whole ring lurched to one side and some satisfying cracks and snaps came from somewhere underneath. I smiled as the ref and the jobber staggered around trying to keep their balance.
In one smooth motion, I lifted my vast leg up, place my huge foot on the top rope and leaned my weight onto that leg. All three ropes were instantly pushed down onto the floor of the ring, the posts they were attached to groaning and creaking loudly. I stepped into the ring and released the ropes from under my right foot. They sprang back up with relief, but weren’t as taught as they had been; I’d either stretched the ropes beyond their capacity, or I’d bent the posts. Either way, it was quite an entrance.
As a final display of just how incredibly heavy I was, I did a little jump and landed my full weight, feet first, onto the canvas of the ring.
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The whole ring suddenly shook as if an earthquake had begun. Jobber quickly grabbed the rope nearest to him and managed to just about stay on my feet. The ref wasn’t so lucky, and he lost his balance and collapsed to the floor of the ring. He couldn’t believe what I’d just seen: my immense opponent had just effortlessly pressed all of the highly tensed ropes to the floor of the ring, bending two metal posts in the process. The canvas ring floor where she was standing was now compressed down into a dent under where her huge feet were.
Jobber looked up at her in horror, and her cold eyes were fixed on his. To say he was terrified would be an understatement, and in fact Jobber was not sure there is actually an adequate word to describe the level of fear coursing through his body at that moment. The woman was absolutely, indescribably gargantuan. Her height was incredible, but her demonstration of what one and a half tons of woman can do was both breathtaking and horrifying at the same time.
Jobber wanted nothing else than to leap over the ropes and run for his life. Nobody in their right mind would get into a ring with someone of that size and attempt to fight them, but he didn’t have a choice. Jobber's contract was quite specific on this matter: if he bailed on a match once he saw my opponent, then he was immediately out of a job and also owed T.A.W all of the money they’d paid him over the last few years, and that added up to millions which he no longer had. Jobber always thought they assumed he would have a freak out if some dude with big muscles was my opponent, but that didn’t bother him. Facing a woman who had just crushed an entire car simply by sitting on it, did.
The ref called them together to run through the rules as usual, and Jobber swallowed hard as his trembling legs took him unsteadily towards the center of the ring. The behemoth in the opposite corner hadn’t taken her cruel-looking eyes off him once, and she too took a step towards the center. The entire ring shook as she put her foot down, distorting the canvas underneath it.
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The jobber looked scared out of his wits as, I supposed, I would be if I was about to wrestle someone over seventeen times my weight. But that wasn’t my problem, I thought with a smile.
It took me just three steps for the end of my massive belly to reach the center of the ring. My body is so enormous that I took up about a fifth of the total space available in the ring. The jobber needed well over ten terrified, trembling steps before he stood in my immense shadow. I peered down at him over the vast expanse of my belly and gave him a cruel smile that let him know, if there was any doubt, that he was in huge trouble.
The ref began to run through the usual blurb about one fall or pin, but I ignored him and growled down to my doomed opponent. “Ready to have some fun, little Fox?”
He jabbered a response, stuttering and fumbling his words as they tumbled out of his mouth. “Oh god! Please! I’m begging you, go easy on me! Please! I’m just a jobber! You know you’re going to win, so you don’t need to…”
I cut him off. “The crowd wants a good show from my debut appearance, and that’s what they’re going to get. The medics are going to have to peel you off the canvas about thirty painful minutes from now. Get ready to feel my full weight, jobber boy.”
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“Holy fuck! NO!” Jobber pleaded with the massive pachyderm, his head tipped fully back as he strained to look up, past her immense belly and into her eyes. “Please! You don’t need to wrestle me! Let’s just make it look good! I’m begging you!”
He had never been so scared his my life, and Jumba seemed to be enjoying every single moment of his terror. She smiled down at the fox as the ref finished his spiel and shook her head.
Her voice was deep as she replied. “Oh, it’ll look good. Don’t you worry about that. If you’re religious, now would be a good time to say your prayers. May the heaviest wrestler win. No, scratch that, may the heaviest wrestler crush their opponent to a paste.”
He began to plead with her again, but she turned her massive bulk around, nearly knocking the ref and Jobber to the floor with her terrifyingly huge thigh and took a couple of steps back to her corner. He couldn’t believe how much space she took up, or how the ring swayed and sank each time she put her foot down.
Jobber suddenly realized that the match was about to start, and the crowd was going wild. Once that bell rang, he would be at the mercy of a massive Elaphant who weighed over one and a half tons, and there was nothing he could do about it. He couldn’t even attempt to fight back against someone so heavy and evidently very strong, so He'd just have to try and stay out of her way for the duration of the match, which would be no easy feat.
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