[EPILOGUE] "Training Dummy"

You watched Joberella's next match on your phone with a mix of anger, shame, frustration and anxiety. To your dismay, she wins with a camel clutch, using the technique she perfected on you. You're overwhelmed with envy as you watch her soak in the praise of the adoring crowd, striking several victory poses with her foot on her opponent's back.

Great... you think. Her ego is going to be even bigger now.

Once again, she returns, and this time, she's even meaner and more assertive. With each win, she's embracing her empowered, dominant self. Just like you wanted to do. Seeing her strut back into the locker room glowing with confidence, you feel a pang of bitter envy overcome you. You wanted that to be you so badly. You wanted to win, to get your confidence back and build a career.

"OK! You ready for the next move!"

"Oh no..." you groan.

"Go ahead and lie down. Unless you want me to keep all this prize money for myself..."

Without another word, you obediently lower yourself to the floor, and lie on your back.

"Good girl!"

Before you can voice your frustration, or even grunt in disapproval, the wrestler formerly known as Jobberella is upon you. Swooping down low, she wraps her thighs around your neck with frightening precision. Despite her abysmal record, it's clear that she's a trained fighter. And it's painfully obvious to you now that you were horribly outmatched. You never stood a chance. Jobberella was the better woman, and she proved that the moment you had to kiss her ass in front of millions of people. But only now, with your face pressed against her crotch and her thighs crushing your skull like an anaconda, you finally accept your new position in life.

Your old life, and both your careers are over. You're just a training dummy now.