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.
