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Minimum Wage Wrestling #1

" Do the Job"

By: Silverback Christianpaw

Zach Bluewolf, the small Lucha-wrestler, walks out of the doorway to the middle school gym. His entrance music, "My Way" by Limp Bizkit (which the company clearly didn't own or were allowed to use) blasted through a nearby CD-Boombox on the floor. The fifteen fans that all sat around the ring on metal folding chairs, clap and cheer as the wolf raises his paws in the air before rolling under the bottom rope into the ring. There were two rows of chairs on each side of the ring; some of the chairs were still empty, but it looked like a good crowd, at least for this company.

Zach adjusts his navy blue lucha mask and matching trunks as he did some last-moment stretches before his opponent made his way out to the ring. The same song continues playing as his opponent came out from the doorway, He is one _huge_tan bunny named Bunbuns. Easily over six-feet tall and 500 pounds-plus of massive gut and jiggling flab.

Zach wasn't sure what he was getting himself into, he replayed the moment over and over in his mind, wondering where he went wrong, when he talked to Bunbuns earlier,

"Please, please, please, Zach! Just this one time, pleeeeeease?"

"I don't know, uh, I mean, I've never tried to purposely lose a match."

"Please, my mate is going to be in the crowd tonight, and I've been on a losing streak. I just want to impress him with a win."

"Aww man, but it's Minimum Wage's Wrestling debut DVD taping . . . meh, oh alright. I guess it's fine, if it will make you and your mate happy."

"Yay! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Don't worry, I'll make you look good. Thanks buddy, I'll see you out there!"

He also remembered the big squishy hug he got after that little chat. But losing a match on purpose? It's very bizarre for him, but he couldn't say no after that reasoning. Bunbuns also said it would be very simple, he would just do a few moves to him and then pin him with a very gentle Rumpshaker sit-down drop for the finish. So it shouldn't be a problem.

Bunbuns flab jiggled so much with every heavy step he takes, Zach wondered if the bunny's flab would spill out of his big purple singlet which also had lovely yellow flames sown into it on the sides. The buff, yet short, bull referee got into the ring and the even more buff Rich Whitetiger who is Minimum Wage Wrestling's cameraman/owner/wrestler turns on the camcorder,

"Ring the bell," he says.

Ding-ding!

The two combatants tie up in the center of the ring,

"Don't worry, I'll make you look good, thanks again," Bunbuns whispers. Zach breaks out of the tussle and delivers a chop to the big chest of the bunny. His skin momentarily discolors but his chop didn't do much with all the padding he has. Zach chops again, but once again has little effect.

Bunbuns scoops up the smaller lucha wolf and launches him into the turnbuckle. He put his paws together and raise them up over his head, going for a double ax-handle move to his opponent's head, but Zach quickly got out of the way as Bunbuns slams his paws on nothing but top turnbuckle.

Bunbuns holds his paws in pain and starts to walk away but Zach grabs him by the shoulder and quickly pulls him back.

"No, over here, I have a move in mind," Zach says, once again forgetting to whisper.

"Oh shit, sorry," Bunbuns says a little more loudly making it hard for any of the fifteen fans not to hear him, as he steps back over to the turnbuckle and flops there so they could do their next spot.

"Meh, they'll edit that out," Zach whispers as he starts throwing jabs at his opponent's big spandex covered gut. Bunbuns grabs him by his shoulder and delivers a headbutt which sends Zach back several steps and he flops out of the ring and out onto the floor.

Some of the nearby fans cheer and clap while the rest of the fans chat uninterested with each other.

"That was dumb you dummy!" A little girl in the front row shouts.

Zach looks at the crowd as he tries to figure out what to do next with this big behemoth to try and make this match exciting for the fans, to him they sound like they already lost interest.

Suddenly he felt two big tan paws wrap around his head. Bunbuns tries to pull Zach back into the ring but accidently leans a little too far over the rope which sent all 500ish lbs of his body tumbling with a big_SPLAT_ to the floor.

All fifteen of the fans started laughing like crazy and clapping loudly . . . clearly this wasn't going well.

Zach gets up fast while Bunbuns has trouble getting back to his feet. Zach pulled him the rest of the way up, which didn't help with this laughing crowd,

"This isn't going well, do a cool move or something," Zach whispers while the Rich follows them around with the camera, catching every single second.

"Hyahhhhhh!" Bunbuns shouts as he suddenly grabs Zach by the neck and picks him up only to slam him down on the cement floor with a big chokeslam.

SMACK!

"Oh shit!" a teenage male fan said.

"Ahh! God!" Zach's back hits the concrete hard as all of the air left his body. He rolls over onto his side while he tries to collect his wits.

Bunbuns slowly squats down and tries to pick Zach's injured body up off the floor,

"Bad move?" he whispers.

"Yes," Zach whispers angrily as he felt his lower back.

Bunbuns puts the wolf back into the ring and climbs back in as well as he quickly goes for a basic headlock while they are both still down. In an admittedly well-applied move Zach tried furiously to break out of the headlock while Bunbuns big flabby arms worked against him.

Zach's mask starts to slip and he quickly grabs it and moves it back into place. He manages to get back onto all fours and then up to one knee.

The fans start clapping, trying to will Zach on as he struggles to make his way back up. One heavyset lion with a beer in one paw comes up to the ring with his shirt off and starts smacking his paw on the ring canvas in the corner,

"Come on little guy! You can do it! Get up!" he says before being told by a nearby concession guy to go back to his seat.

Zach starts elbowing furiously into the bunny's ubiquitous flab just trying whatever he can do to get a good shot on his opponent. Bunbuns finally lets go and backs up letting Zach get back to his feet

"I'm the best!" He shouts to the crowd as he looks directly at his boyfriend, a well-built black bunny sitting in the front row surrounded by a few empty chairs. He smiles and gives his boyfriend a comforting thumbs up.

Bunbuns grabs Zach and hoists him over his shoulder with ease. Zach gulps and braves for the worst as the his opponent ran around in a big lap around the ring . . . and then another lap . . . before slamming the wolf down onto the canvas in one big powerslam.

SLAM!

The fans all groan and clap loudly.

Bunbuns gets back to his feet and points to the turnbuckle and the fans cheer as they anticipate what is about to become of the little blue luchawolf. He drags Zach's near-lifeless body over to the corner and starts climbing the turnbuckle. He gets a good grip on the top rope while he stands on the second rope with his big purple spandex ass sticking out.

He bounces on the rope with the cheers of the crowd willing him on as he gets ready to hit his finishing move. He said that he promised to make it gentle as possible. Zach was just happy that this match was almost over...

"Oh shit!" One of Bunbuns feet slips off the second rope and all the weight of his body came crashing down right on top Zach's head.

BAM!

Bunbuns flops awkwardly on Zach's body before propping himself back up into a sitting position for the cover. The referee gets down on all fours and smacked his hand on the canvas for the count,

"1 . . . 2 . . . 3!"

Ding-ding-ding!

Bunbuns gets back to his feet and raises his paws in the air happily and some of the fans gave him a smattering of claps for this . . . great match. He gets out of the ring and immediately walks over to his mate as they embraced in a hug and a cute little kiss.

Zach gingerly got out of the ring, hunched over in pain as he made his way to the back. He hold his head that thankfully didn't get crushed by the massive bunny as he made his way down the gym's hallway. He walks over to a steel folding chair and sat in it staring at the floor while sweat drops pitter-patter on the floor as he tries to recollect himself.

"Ugh," he groans.

Soon he could hear some footsteps getting close before two big silver wolf paws came into his line of sight,

"Are you okay?" he heard a low, gravely voice say.

He looks up at who was standing in front of him. It was a an absolutely gorgeous silver wolf. He was shirtless which shows off his well-built six-pack and strong pecs very well. He's tall as well with beautiful hazel eyes and wearing neon-green trunks that matches the streak of hair on his head.

"Uhhhhh, oh,uh, mmf, I'll be okay," Zach stutters.

"Are you sure?" There's much concern in the silver wolf's face but Zach didn't want to discourage him.

"Y-Yes, I'm fine. I'm going to head over to the Minimum Wage doctors and get this iced down and I'll be just fine," he says while pointing at his neck.

The good-looking wolf smiles, "Hehe, okay, just making sure. See ya around." He walks away and made his way to the entrance doorway, his match was next on the list.

Zach couldn't help but smile, the silver wolf looks great . . . what the hell was he doing in Minimum Wage Wrestling?!