Jobber Industry

Emil_Mac: I have created the private room #Cherry_Squash.

Emil_Mac: I have invited @Cherry_Bosom to join #Cherry_Squash.

Emil_Mac: I enter the arena as the announcer begins my introduction: "Now entering the ring! The ginger giant, the redhead ravager, leader of the E-Crew coming down the aisle for this one-fall mixed match, standing 6'4 and weighing in at 225 pounds, EEEemmillll Mmmmaaacc!

Emil_Mac: I stride in, wearing my blue speedo, boots and kneepads, grinning and shaking hands, high fiving, pausing for pictures. This crowd knows me and knows what I do to the cutsie little bunnies who come in here, wanting to be wrestlers. I get to the apron and climb in, walking around the ring, playing to the crowd.

Emil_Mac:

Cherry_Bosom: I'm so nervous, it's my first match! But the manager said not to worry, it's just a show, we'll still be hitting each other and it migh thurt a little bit but in the end it's just a show. So... the backstage guy gives me the thumbsup and in I go, wearing my pink and white bikini, barefoot, with my hair all loose. "And his opponent, a new face and, oh baby a new body! The countess of cleavage, the princess of perk, the choicest cherry you ever laid... your eyes on! Cherry Bosom!"

Cherry_Bosom: 

 I don't know where he got all that stuff. I didn't tell him, but I run down the aisle holding my hands out for fives and climb the steps into the ring.

Emil_Mac: Gonna be honest, I’m a little miffed that I came into the ring first tonight. Against her? She’s brand new. Completely oblivious. I’ve been here a long time and put on amazing shows for this crowd over and over and over again. I think I ought to get intro’d second. But, probably, the producers want to give the crowd more time to look at her. Well, I’ll give them that. She’s got a lot to look at. I wink at my boys, Hank and Chance, sitting in the front row. The ref checks me over and then goes to check her over too. Right. If she’s hiding something, it’s in a spot he’ll never check.

Cherry_Bosom: Wow, my opponent is humungous and sooooo muscly. i like big and muscly. maybe i should ask him out after. i guess we’ll see. he’s winking at the crowd so i do too while the ref comes and makes like he’s going to check me for weaposn or somehting. He goes back to the middle and calls for teh bell. ding ding. I race out of my corner hoping to leap into a dropkick at his chest before he knows whats happening!

Emil_Mac: The bell rings and my opponent comes sprinting across the ring. Her little body... god that’s adorable. Her boobs are bouncing – I wanna see this in slo mo! She jumps and I figure, what the hell. I take her kick to my chest... not bad, it sends me reeling back to the ropes. I bounce off them and run back her way. Maybe I’ll clothesline her if she’s stanidng, maybe I’ll jump over her if not and bounce off the ropes again...

Cherry_Bosom: I nail you in the chest and knock you back into the ropes! Whoo! Cherry blast! I should have yelled that. I start getting back to my feet but you’re charging across the ring at me so I drop to the floor and hope you doesn’t step on me... you keeps going and i start getting back up...

Emil_Mac: I run over her and bounce off the ropes again and... she’s starting to get to her feet so I lower my shoulder to bash her on my way past...

Cherry_Bosom: I’m almost up when Ooooohhh! You ram into me and i fall hard back onto the mat! Oohhhh... should that have been so hard? I guess, I mean, maybe I kicked him too hard?

Emil_Mac: I smash into Cherry and drive her to the mat and keep running, bounce off the ropes again and leap, looking to drop a leg right across that incredible chest...

Cherry_Bosom: Oouuullgh! I’m just starting to recover from hitting the mat when I see you above me with a leg out and it drops and smashes me in the chest! We bounce off the mat together and I want to roll over and curl up but your huge leg is still lying across my chest...

Emil_Mac: Oh yeah. I laugh and grin and pick myself up. Do a quick dance around the ring and return to Cherry to grab two handfuls of her hair, help her up to her feet...

Cherry_Bosom: I cradle my boobs and...it’s stupid but I make sure my top is still covering me. Should have worn a different bikini but the manager loved this one and said the crowd would love me more! Maybe they do... no! Stop thinking about that! I got to get myself together but now here you are pulling me up by my hair... I get my feet under me just to keep you from riping it out.

Emil_Mac: Once you’re up I hold you with one hand, draw my arm across my chest and CHOP you right across the boobs! I let go at the same moment to let you crash back to the mat.

Cherry_Bosom: OOOouuuhhh! Your forearm crashes into both my boobs and i slam back down onto the floor! I curl up but get to hands and knees in a hurry, start crawling away from you...

Emil_Mac: Your boobs protect your ribs – must be nice to have that kind of padding – but you slam back onto the mat again. I follow you and pluck at the string knot holding your bikini top on... “hey that’s kinda dangerous, isn’t it? Won’t it get wound around something if I keep slamming you around like this?” I untie it as you try to crawl away.

Cherry_Bosom: I don’t even realize what you’re doing, just crawl to the corner and start trying to stand and then my top is just kind of dangling from my neck. “What the fuck” i say, putting my hands up to cover my boobs...

Emil_Mac: I drive my fist into your tummy, right on your belly button, just as your hands move up to your breasts!

Cherry_Bosom: HHOUUUULLHH! Your fist plows into my stomach... I wasn’t ready for it! I didn’t flex! this doesn't seem like its for show! I double over, knees wobbling, almost falling face down...

Emil_Mac: You double over and I take the opportunity to pull the bikini top from around your neck. I dangle it in the air, letting the crowd see. They’re as gleeful as I am. I drop it over the ropes onto the apron and wink at my boys again. Then reach down to start pulling you back to your feet and press you against the turnbuckle...

Cherry_Bosom: I’m moaning just a weak little sound, my stomach throbbing, that dull ache... why is he hitting me so hard? I thought it was just a show! You force me back to my feet and press my back against the turnbuckle where at least I can lean, but you’re pressing against me, your huge body smooshing me against the corner... I press on your shoulders and try to push you away...

Emil_Mac: I press my shoulder into your chest, my knees bent and legs at an angle. You’re tryiing to push me, slap at me. Honestly, it’s adorable. I shove my forearm under your chin and press your head back, smiling an inch from your face. “Having fun Cherry? Because I am.” And I drive my right fist up into your unprotected belly again.

Cherry_Bosom: OOUULLLLLHHHH! My eyes bug out and drool flies from my mouth! I want to double over but you’re holding my thoat against the corner... my hands were grabbing at your forearm... my leg comes up, trying to protect myself...

Emil_Mac: The crowd is chanting “Bell-ee! Bell-ee!” they love watching me work over some hapless girl’s tummy. But not yet. I look around at the crowd. “Not yet!” I yell. I take your arm, pull you out of the corner, and... i’m going to whip you into the opposite corner, but God the sight of your luscious body! Those breasts, those thighs, that ass! I put my hand between your legs and get a good grip there, my thumb over your pussy and fingers on your ass. My other hand goes to your neck and I lift, first chest high, then pressing you up over my head...

Cherry_Bosom: Oh my god... i’m in the air, like ten feet in the air and your hand is choking em... I want to struggle but I don’t want you to drop me but i know you’re going to drop me...!!!

Emil_Mac: I hold you up there for a few seconds, turning a circle, letting the whole crowd see, then move over just a little and... I slide my hand to the back of your neck and push down, adding momentum for the moment when your chest slams against the rope, hopefully sending you bouncing back into the middle of the ring!

Cherry_Bosom: OOOUUUUUGGGHHHHHH! you someho wmake me fall faster than gravity and my boobs hit the top rope – OWOWOWOWOW – and I bounce up, over, and land flat on my bakc in teh middle of the ring! I moan and I curl, but no that hurts so I try to straighten, try to arch... I can barely breathe!

Emil_Mac: holy shit, I was going to follow up right away but I can’t take my eyes off that body! I glance up at my boys, Chance and Hank, who are edging closer to the ring for a better view themselves. I give them the “can you believe this” look and just enjoy the sight of your body writhing around on the mat.

Emil_Mac: Ok, finally I... yeah, I better get back to work. I deliver a stomp to your midsection, my big boot covering your whole belly as it sinks in, and as you curl up I grab your head and lift you to your feet.

Cherry_Bosom: I’m just lying on the floor in pain, my chest, my belly, my whole body aching, my boobs feel like theyre burning... i only now notice that I’m topless and wonder when that happened...

Emil_Mac: I take you by the arm and spin, spinning you around and throwing you back at the same corner we were in... watch as your body turns, hoping you slam into the turnbuckle back first...

Cherry_Bosom: OOUUghh! The whole room spins crazy and I fly across the ring, only to slam into the corner again! My arms drape backward over the top rope...

Emil_Mac: Your boobs bounce wildly as your back slams into the corner and I’m momentarily dazed by the sight. I walk up to you slowly, staring at you from the neck down. Not that from the neck up isn’t nice, but your body is unbelievable. I slip my hand across and around one of your breasts, then the other, grinning at the ref. “Can you believe these?”

Cherry_Bosom: I sag against the corner and the next thing I know your hands are fondling my boobs! I don’t want to move, but... I lift my leg and kick at you. “Get off you asshole,” I say but my voice is weak and breaking...

Emil_Mac: “Hey!” you kick at me and I realize I’m getting off topic here. I level a slap across those awesome breasts, then another the other way, with my other hand. Then my knee, straight up into your abs...

Cherry_Bosom: OOwww! Ooooowwww! OOUullgh! I almost double over but grab the top rope to stop myself...

Emil_Mac: “Okay, let’s not have any of that again.” I lift your leg and start to tuck it behind the middle rope when the ref starts yelling at me to get you off the ropes. He’s about to start counting. At that moment, Chainsaw Chance, my best bud, leaps onto the apron on the other side of the ring and starts slapping the turnbuckle and yelling “Hey! He can’t do that! Get him off there, get her out of there! Ref!” He starts making to get into the ring.

Emil_Mac: I push the ref toward him. “He’s coming in the ring!” I yell. The ref goes running at Chance, arguing with him to stay out of the ring, get off the apron...

Cherry_Bosom: I’m panting, chest heaving, my hair hanging over my face and now one of my legs is behiind the ropes... oh shit, I have to... I start trying to pull it back out, bring my arms up over the ropes to push you away...

Emil_Mac: The ref is way over there so I slam my forearm onto your chest, just over your tits, force you back against the turnbuckle and your arms back over the ropes. I reach for your other leg, tucking it back behind the middle rope. Your arms are behind you and... somebody pulls on your wrists, tugging them down...

Cherry_Bosom: Emil traps my legs behind the rope and... what, what’s happening? I say that out loud, trying to turn my head...

Emil_Mac: Handsome Hank has come up behind you, standing on the floor near the turnbuckle. He takes your wrists and pulls them down, pinning your arms back and then... he uses your bikini top that I left there to tie your wrists to the turnbuckle!

Cherry_Bosom: OH MY GOD. I can’t... my wrists! I’m tied to the ... oh my god ohmigodOHMIGOD! I’m completely trapped in the ropes, my legs trapped, my arms tied behind me, my body completely exposed! “Wait, wait, you aren’t supposed to...” I look for the referee... WHY IS HE WAY OVER THERE!

Emil_Mac: I pause for a moment to enjoy this. You’re trapped. Completely. Your thighs, your belly, your breasts, even your face. They’re my playthings now. I run a finger down your body, neck to tummy, and lean in and say, loud enough for the audience to hear, “Let’s pop this cherry.”

Cherry_Bosom: Really?

Emil_Mac: (Hey!)

Emil_Mac: I hear groans from the crowd. “What, too dad jokey? Too punny?” Fine, assholes. I go to work instead. I start hammering you with punches. Into your belly first, right left right, my fists sinking into that soft flesh. One more, right under the belly button. I run my hands along your thigh and slam my fist into it, again, and again, and then the other one. Then another punch to your belly, watching all that exquisite flesh bounce and jiggle when I hit you. I gotta do it again. My right fist, sinking into your stomach. Then your breasts. I pound my fists directly at your nipples, again, then punch and leave my fist there, watching the flesh of your breast smooshing out around my knuckles.

Cherry_Bosom: Ooouughh! Hhhnnnngg! I grunt and groan, my body jerking side to side, my shoulders screaming because my body is trying to curl forward but my hands are tied to the turnbuckle with my own bikini! Your fists sink into my tummy, unprotected, too tired and weak to flex the little muscle I have. My thighs, my breasts... I scream and sob in pain, the dull thuds of your blows on my body, inside me, sinking deep, growing numb, like my skin is made of rubber...

Emil_Mac: The ref grabs my shoulder and I turn, but there’s Chance running into the ring and pretending to grab at me. I shove him away and the ref has no choice but to put his shoulder to Chance’s chest and shove him back away from me. Hilarious, like he could do that if Chance wasn’t letting him.

Emil_Mac: I turn back to you and... you know what, a little more belly. I hunch into a boxer’s stance and bring my fists up. My right fist slams into your tummy. My left. Again, sinking into that tender, bruising flesh. You’re still grunting with every blow but your head is dangling down. I punch you again. And again, right on the belly button. You’re my punching bag. My training dummy. And I use you. Finally, I lean against you. I’m breathing hard. I pull your head back with your hair and kiss you full on the lips and as I finger gun Hank he unties your hands and I let you fall to the mat, your legs still behind the middle ropes.

Cherry_Bosom: I’m so completely beaten ihave no chance of holding myself up. I flop to the mat, my head hitting it and... i see stars. Wouldn’t have thought I could be beatenup any more! My hands move slightly, I groan and try to lift my head.

Emil_Mac: I do a lap around the ring, holding my arm like I’m about to raise it... but I don’t. Not yet... not yet... the audience knows what’s coming and the chant has already started. Ee-mil-bomb! Ee-mil-bomb! Then my arm shoots up and i raise my finger and they go wild. I walk over to you, reach down and scoop you off the mat, one arm under your chest, the other under your thighs, and I throw you over one shoulder. I start climbing the ropes...

Cherry_Bosom: I know I’m being lifted, but, I’m as weak as can be, no energy at all. I flop over your shoulder and barely am awake enough to realize where I am.

Emil_Mac: I climb the ropes, middle, top, take a moment to turn around and balance myself. Chance has left the ring and returned to his seat, so has Hank. The ref is yelling at me to get off the ropes and, sure man, I will. I move you, holding your back to my chest, my arms around your neck and thighs. I pull on your body, bending you in a soft C. The chant gets louder. EE-MIL-BOMB! EE-MIL-BOMB! EE-MIL-BOMB! I shake my head and they quiet.

Emil_Mac: I shout at them. “Now we’re popping a cherry!” And I leap. If there were groans this time I don’t hear them. I fly off the ropes, soaring above the ring, and come crashing down, your belly and chest hitting first with all my weight on top of you. The ring shakes, the room shakes. I pop to hands and knees over your body...

Cherry_Bosom: I’m awake enough to realize I’m high in teh air... oh god! We’re flying, falling, NONONONONO!! We crash to the mat and if I make a sound I have no idea... I feel my ribs bending, all hte air forced out of my body, my tummy crushed underneath you... my body goes limp and the world goes black...

Emil_Mac: I roll you over and stand, putting a foot across your breasts and watching the ref count you out as fast as he can. He wants to protect you now, but hey, I’m done. With fighting, anyway. “Don’t worry,” I say. “I’ll get her back to the locker room safe.” I bend and scoop you up again, lifting you over my shoulder and climbing over the ropes, out of the ring. Chance and Hank meet me and together we walk out, you dangling over my shoulder. Hank kept your bikini top. I walk slow, letting audience members slap your ass, feel your legs. Men, and some women too. When we get to the curtain I turn, slide you in front of me and press you over my head. I hold you there while the crowd roars, then lower you into a baby carry and walk out of the arena.