L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Match Type: Standard Match
Victory Conditions: Pinfall or Submission, DQ's and count outs are possible.

The arena’s lights dimmed, and a familiar, grungy bassline hit the speakers. The crowd erupted in a mix of cheers and jeers as "Lardzilla" Frankie Undergrove made her way out from the back, chomping down on the last slice of a greasy pepperoni pizza before tossing the slice aside. Frankie wasn’t the same sluggish, beer-guzzling slob she’d been months ago—at least, not entirely. Sure, she still had her vices, and she had most definitely put a few pounds on, but lately, she’d been putting in some effort. Being called a "burden" and "worse then a jobber because at least jobbers show up to work" by critics and even some of her peers had lit a fire under her tubby ass. She wasn’t about to become a fitness freak, but she was done being the league’s punching bag.


Tonight, she stepped out in a somwhat new look, maroon short shorts hugging her thick ass, her normal full-body fishnet suit stretched over her curves like it was a slab of meat at the grocery store, and wrestling boots matched with fluffy pattens on it. She even had a pizza-themed bra and panties peeked through the fishnet, a signature touch of her unapologetic, gluttonous charm. She smuggly smacked her belly proudly as she wobbled down the ramp, pausing to chug from a beer bottle before spitting a mist of it into the air, a shocking change since she'd normally drink it rather then spitting it out.

Frankie wasn’t here to be a joke tonight. She was here to prove she wasn’t deadweight. And if that meant squashing the "The Shortstack Queen" under her ass? Well… that was just a bonus.~ She rolled into the ring with surprising agility for her size, hoisting herself up and immediately stared down the ramp, waiting for the short girl, blowing a raspberry and backing up, slapping her own butt tauntingly before she had even shown up yet.

Rosy watched Frankie walk out onto the ramp from a distance in all her raunchy glory, Frankie was a big opponent for sure but it was just the kind of opponent Rosy wanted to fight for her debut as it would prove her worth fighting a formidable foe! As the chubby wrestler would slip into her wrestling gear which consists of simple attire such as a red bra which held her big jiggly breasts and her shorts which had text that read “Your Face Here!” which was not just there for show, it was there for what was to come to her opponent!


As she finished dressing she walked out of the locker room with the lights dimming and spotlights on her as she made her way onto the ramp with fans cheering her on! Rosy would smile and walk towards the ring with her chubby body jiggling with every step as she would wave and blow kisses towards her fans who were excited to see her in her debut!


As she slid herself into the ring she would turn back to the crowd and flex her muscles at the crowd, despite her chubby frame she still had some muscle and she wanted to show off to the crowd before turning back to Frankie and looking at her saying “Well if it isn’t Frankie! My name is Rosy! I can’t wait to fight you tonight, I’ve heard so much about you!” With her comment aside she smiled and leaned on the ropes waiting for the match to start!

Spoiler

Frankie scoffed, a low, dismissive sound that rumbled from her gut. As Rosy leaned on the ropes, all smiles and fanfare, Frankie began a slow, deliberate stomp across the ring. The mat groaned under her shifting weight. "Listenin' to ya, all sugar and sunshine," Frankie sneered, her voice thick with condescension. "You've nevah heard about me? " Without warning, Frankie pressed her massive, sweat-slicked gut directly into Rosy, pinning the shorter woman against the taut ropes. The pressure was immediate and overwhelming, a wall of soft, warm flesh compressing Rosy's face and torso. Frankie gave a smug, grinding shimmy, her striped shorts straining.

"Your fans came to see a debut, huh?" Frankie taunted, craning her neck to look back. "That's too damn bad tubby, they're gonna see somethin real deflating, cuz I'm gonna squash your short stack of ass fat FLAT~. Make ya into a Rosy pancake."

She shifted again, the damp fabric of her fishnet suit pressing into Rosy's skin, until the ref would force her to back off, her eyes drifted down to Rosy's shorts. "Cute slogan, by the way. Reminds me of mine" She taunted, showing off her own trunks with "Kiss This'" written in stretched out letters on her backside. "Might have to take those off you as a souvenir. They'll fit nice and snug on this fat ass as a little trophy. 'Course, I ain't responsible if they get torn~." Frankie finally backed into her corner, a mountain of unapologetic slobbery confidence. She smacked her own belly, the sound a damp thwack that echoed through the entire arena. "Hope your ready shorty, cuz things are about to get real greasy.~~"