Beg Jobberella for a job.

"Yeah..." you start with trembling lips as you stare at the floor. "I lost. I'm a l-loser... but please, I needed that money so bad, maybe you could give me some kind of job...?

Jobberella laughs in your face. "Aww! You must be really ****, huh?"

You look away and nod subtly.

"Well, maybe I could hire you... as my training dummy!"

"F-" you start to respond but stop yourself.

"What was that?"

"N-nothing..."

"Good! Now that I have a real chance at moving up, I could use the extra practice."

Oh shit, she's serious...

OK! How about this? I think I have a real shot at being champion some day, and you're gonna help me train. Every win, you'll get... let's say, 10% of my prize money. Deal?"

You roll your eyes. "Even if I wanted to be your sparring partner or whatever, that wouldn't be enough to pay my rent!"

"Oh, you won't need to worry about rent. You'll be living with me! And you won't be a sparring partner, exactly..."

You wanna cry. Things just keep getting worse. You lost your first fight, both your careers are in shambles and the only job available to you now is 'live-in training dummy'. Certainly not the kind of thing you can put on your resume, and even the other erotic wrestlers won't take you seriously if you end up becoming a jobber's **** so easily.

And yet... it's better than being homeless, right?

"Fuh... F-fine..." you mutter as you look down at the floor once more in shame.

"Great! Let's start out with a move I've always been on the receiving end of! I'm gonna need to practice it for my next match, and having a live test dummy will be perfect! Ok, ready? Don't move!

"What no-OH SHIT!"

Jobberella deftly grapples you, throws you to the ground and sits on your back. Before you can react, or even truly accept your new position, she grasps your jaw and pulls your head up, locking you into a painful camel clutch.

You grimace and groan in pain. "Ughh fuuck..."

"Yeah trust me, I know."

Immediately, you start tapping on her thigh. You've already had enough. Instead of easing up however, she intensifies the hold.

"What are you doing? Training dummies can't tap out..."

Jobberella keeps you like this for an agonizing 20 minutes, only stopping to get ready for her next match. Finally, when she's done with you, she releases your jaw and lets you plop to the floor. Exhausted and defeated, you lie there softly sobbing as you think to yourself:

Am I gonna have to do this every day? Is this my life now...?