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  1. (Hey guys, I haven't been in the best of moods today for some unknown reason, but I hope a bit of writing will cheer me up, and hopefully cheer you up, this is a on-going thing of my original wrestling OC Victoria McKenzie, who kinda looks like Tessa Blanchard if Tessa hit the buffet more than the gym and I hope to show you guys how Vic's weight balloons in tandem with her ego. She's a different type of heel to Nicola Bashkar too. Hope you guys enjoy this.) "We're sorry, Victoria. You've got all the tools, you've got unlimited potential...but we just don't think you're there yet." Victoria McKenzie had those words in her head almost on a loop for nearly a full year. It had been 9 months ago since the now 22 year old from Newcastle-Upon-Tyne, England had tried out for the WWE; she had moved to America in the hopes of making the dream that she had had since she was 9 years old a reality. But, in under 10 minutes, they had all come crashing down. Her apartment in Orlando was awash with empty boxes of takeouts from all different places, Chinese, Indian, even a few pizza boxes were scattered around. There were empty bottles of booze around her abode as well. Victoria had went from being angry at the world to being flat out angry at herself. She felt like she had let herself down by not doing better, even though, deep down, she knew she did her best. That said, she was still making waves on the independent scene, wrestling for a lot of established indie promotions on a consistent basis; and she had even done well in the Mae Young Classic tournament. She made it to the quarter finals before losing to Toni Storm in one hell of a match. But Vic, for some reason, had changed despite her success on the smaller scale. For one, her look had changed, she used to go to the gym religiously, spending hours there pumping iron and getting as jacked as possible. But now the 22 year old just spent her days slobbing out, playing video games, eating unhealthy food and just lazing around...and it showed. Scratching her doughy, soft stomach that used to be rock hard abs, Victoria heaved her body up, her overhanging belly jiggling with that small act. But Victoria certainly wasn't out of shape as she casually dropped down and started to perform a few one armed push-ups, she was doughy and looked a bit like an out of shape slob, but Victoria had found a new shtick. The acrofatic, old school bully who knew how much she'd changed but didn't care and it was working because, despite her girth, The 22 year old was constantly putting on great matches at whatever show she worked at. It wasn't only Victoria's gut that looked like she'd been hitting the buffet instead of the gym; she had a plumper, rounder face, her arms were plumper and had a slight jiggle, her legs were tree trunk levels of big and had a bit of cellulite on display. Finishing her 'new look' off was a large, fat ass that shook like jelly with any movement and resorted in Victoria having to constantly pull her shorts out of her ass. The 175lbs Geordie looked at her plump, jiggling body in the mirror and, despite the fact that some women would be ashamed of her size, Victoria felt a sense of pride over it, she had started using the catchphrase "Built For Go; Not For Show." on the independent scene as she mused about her weight. The British Behemoth tied her long, black hair in a ponytail before throwing on a black tank top on. Even though it was incredibly tight around her beer belly and rode up ever so slightly; much to Victoria's irritation. As Victoria was trying to get her thick thighs into the legs of her ever shrinking jeans, she heard her mobile phone go off. Her eyes widening a bit, Victoria just cursed in her Geordie accent. "Fucking shit; can't a lass put on some fucking pants?!" as the beefy beauty kicked off her pants and grabbed her phone from the bedside cabinet and, with one of her plump fingers, pressed the button on the side to let her know what was the big deal. 'Victoria McKenzie; we've seen some of your work and are very impressed with your agility for someone of your size. We could use someone like you in the Knockouts Division. How would you like to be a part of the Impact Wrestling family?' Impact Wrestling, formerly known as Total Nonstop Action wrestling, were seen as the Number 2 promotion behind the WWE. With WWE not breaking down her doors looking to sign her, this was the biggest promotion that Victoria would have the chance to work for. Not only that but she could still work at the various independent promotions that she called her home. Her fingers frantically replied to the e-mail; her plump fingers gliding over the keys as she responded that she would be honored to work for them. A huge smile was now plastered on the Geordie's plump, but gorgeous face as she laughed a bit to herself. "Oh my god; this is bloody awesome, the TV time, the attention...the catering!!" Victoria's thoughts were racing...and they always came back to food as the now giddy Englishwoman moved her nearly 200lbs body to her fridge. It was where she had a bit of left over pizza from a binge the night before. As Vic crammed the pizza greedily into her hungry mouth, she couldn't help but think about how much larger she was going to get when she arrived at Impact Wrestling. Someone of her size and beauty was surely going to make an Impact. 'I just hope I won't have to pay them to enlongate the Knockouts Championship around my waist' McKenzie thought to herself as she gave her own gut a proud slap and admired the rippling, doughy flesh with pride as her passion (and greed) was at an all time high; which was bad news for the people who prepared the Impact Wrestling catering as well as being bad news for the other Knockouts who would get in her way. (Hope you guys like this; let me know if you want to see more of this, I think Vic has the potential to be a great heel when she arrives at Impact. )
  2. (I know that I haven't really written anything in ages and I'm sorry about that, but things have just been really up and down for me on occassions and, with what has come out about wrestling both on the mainstream level and on the independent level has kind of soured me on an industry that I love: But there are a lot of wrestlers that entertain me and Deonna Purrazzo is one of them, her weight gain has been truly fantastic and now that she's the Knockouts Champion on Impact Wrestling, it's gotten more and more eyes to her exposure. But her bulk has made it obvious that she's prone to looking like she's run 15 marathons after wrestling a 15 minute match with Jordynne Grace. Also, an Ironwoman match is set to happen this Tuesday, basically Jordynne Grace and Deonna have 30 minutes to get as many pins or submissions as possible and the person with the most becomes the new (or retains) the Knockouts Championship. Now, considering the gif below is Deonna after wrestling a 15 minute match, a 30 minute match will be even more taxing. Anyway, hope you guys like this one as I wrote it in my DMs with one of my best mates on this site, so I want to thank @JFrost147 for giving me the motivation to do this. Hope you guys and gals like this and I'll stop rambling before the blurb becomes longer than the fic itself. Oh, in this piece, Deonna is between 170lbs and 180lbs.) 5 minutes in. Deonna huffed a bit as she shoulder blocked Jordynne Grace, the two young women trying to see who could get the advantage in the opening part of the match; the two were a at a stalemate as The Virtuosa's increased bulk meant that Jordynne couldn't overpower her like she used to. But it did mean that Deonna's gut jiggled with gusto from the force of the two women colliding in the ring, them getting nose to nose as Jordynne felt Deonna's heaving gut against her body, considering Deonna didn't wear a bodysuit and just wore a pair of black tights, Jordynne could feel a slick layer of sweat on Deonna's body already. "You really think you can do anything, I'm the Virtuos-AAAAH!" Deonna's trash-talk was cut off as Jordynne just scooped up Deonna and bodyslammed her on the mat, causing the Italian-American's flesh to wobble even more, it oozed over the waistband of her tights as Deonna quickly (as quick as she could) rolled out of the ring through the bottom rope, looking for a time out. She was feeling heavier, the heaviest she had ever felt in a while, was she sweating already? No, she couldn't be...then why was she feeling the need to stall and catch her breath? Deonna paced around the ring, her hands digging into her fleshy love hands that oozed over the sides of her tights like her gear had shrunk in the wash. Jordynne made the motion for Deonna to get in the ring, as Deonna slid into the ring, with the intention to instantly slide back out again to piss Jordynne off, instead, Deonna's added girth meant that she was unable to heave herself back out of the ring, and now Jordynne had her in her clutches again as the increasingly sweaty and out of breath Deonna was slammed, yet again, this time with a fairly crisp powerslam from the former Knockouts Champion. 10 Minutes. Deonna felt like she had ran five marathons, she struggled to adjust her black tights in her pudgy fingers, trying to stop her belly from hanging over the waistband of her tights; she was glistening under the lights of the arena as her sweat glistened and shone off the young woman, she even felt her long, black hair almost sticking to her face as she panted and wheezed. "Come on...Come on, Jordynne!" Deonna stood over Jordynne, who was on all fours thanks to an early cheap-shot from Deonna that had enabled the technical wrestler to get an advantage over the powerhouse. Deonna felt quite proud of herself as she stuck her tongue out slightly only to drop all of her weight down onto Jordynne's back, causing the powerhouse to let out a scream of pain at the sheer bulk that Deonna had being dropped on her. Deonna flashed a bright smile, her pearly white teeth really standing out thanks to how sweaty and red Deonna was looking due to her ample girth as she lifted Jordynne back up and, again, drove all of her weight right onto Jordynne's back in a calculated attack. But, Deonna felt like she needed a bit of a break, she had no idea why she felt so out of breath, but she needed to catch her breath, even though it was an Iron-Woman match and the clock was ticking, Deonna just rested against the turnbuckle, panting, wheezing and fanning herself. 15 Minutes. Deonna had no idea what was happening, how could the Virtuosa be hoisted up by Jordynne's half nelson pumphandle driver finisher, it actually took quite a bit of strength, even for the insanely strong and powerful Jordynne, due to Deonna's added weight, but, as Deonna was slammed head-first onto the mat, her fat was a massive amount of jiggling as the three count was made and Jordynne got the first fall. The score was 1 - Jordynne and 0 - Deonna. She was starting to regret choosing such a stipulation, she was caked in sweat and having issues even staggering to her feet, Deonna's new size had been her undoing with this time as she felt herself being pulled up by Jordynne and, in pure desperation, Deonna grabbed one of Jordynne's muscled arms, jumped up and drove both of her knees right onto the arm, looking to soften those arms up for her Fujiwara Armbar finisher. Deonna desperately tried to get the Fujiawara armbar on as she wrenched as hard as she could, she had become such an expert at the hold, that it seemed like Jordynne's arm was going to be wrenched out of its socket as the sweat covered and out of breath Deonna felt like she was assured that she'd cause Jordynne to tap out and, after being in the hold for a good 30 seconds, Jordynne did tap out, leveling the score at 1-1 each. Deonna let go of the hold, not because she wanted to toy with Jordynne at this stage...but she was out of breath, laying on her back, coughing and trying her hardest to heave herself up to her feet, but everyone watching saw just how out of shape Deonna was, her spare tire of a stomach rose and fell with every breath as Deonna looked like she had just wrestled for an hour...not a mere 15 minutes. 20 Minutes Deonna felt hazy, she had managed to get a 2 to 1 lead on Jordynne after rolling her up and getting her feet on the ropes after the referee's vision was obscured. But now Deonna was really struggling, more so than before, she was slower, a lot slower, her bulbous belly shook with gusto as she charged at Jordynne in the corner, Deonna's bulk made her slower and more lumbering as Jordynne was just playing possum, she was going to outsmart the concieted and corpulant Deonna. Jordynne ducked as Deonna's big gut ended up slamming into the corner, causing the unfit Italian-America to feel like she had been hit by a baseball bat to the gut, Deonna lurched back as she felt Jordynne wrap her arms around her big gut, looking for a waistlock as Jordynne locked her fingers, but just barely due to how fat the Knockouts Champion had become. "Screw You, You Fat Bitch!" Jordynne screamed out as she heaved the overweight former NXT star over with a massive German Suplex, spiking Deonna right on the top of her head and folding the young woman up like an accordion. But, Deonna felt like she was going to power through, almost strong style her way through the German Suplex as the overfed and sweaty Deonna heaved herself up, her gut heaving even more as she breathed heavily, and when Jordynne went for huge running clothesline, Deonna ducked it, grabbed at the arm for the armbar only for Jordynne to shove Deonna away. Deonna rebounded off the ropes and, when she came back, Jordynne caught her with a huge Michinoku Driver, one of her signature moves as she damn near spiked Deonna on the top of her head, which was mainly because it was becoming harder and harder to pick up the nearly 200lbs Purrazzo. Incredibly, as Jordynne went for the cover and hooked one of Deonna's big, meaty legs, the Italian-American, almost instinctively, managed to kick out at 2.5, preventing the lead from being tied up. 25 Minutes Deonna was desperate, she sat in the corner and looked like she was about to burst into tears, Jordynne had powered out of that same Rings of Saturn submission that Deonna had used to win the Knockouts Championship in the first place; Deonna wasn't sure what to do as she was looking a lot less composed and calm than she usually did. Her gut was pooling on her legs as she sat, trying to think of some sort of plan as she waited for Jordynne to get up, as Deonna got an idea, she charged forward and went for a wild bicycle kick, lifting her heavy legs up as she aimed to kick Jordynne right in the face. Jordynne however ducked and attempted to go for her Grace Driver finisher after bashing Deonna with a huge forearm strike, but Deonna wriggled out of it as Jordynne lifted her up and ended up behind Jordynne; Deonna shoved Jordynne into the ropes and went for a roll up, looking to bridge over, but Deonna's belly was too bulbous and she was too out of breath, she ended up ungracefully collapsing back onto Jordynne, who took advantage and managed to lock in a rear naked choke. Deonna tried to roll onto her side to get some leverage, but her gut was actually pinnig her down, all that food and laziness had been her undoing as the unfit and arrogant Italian-American tried to heave her girth to the rope with all her might, but she ended up tapping out. The score was now 2-2 and, with only five minutes left, Deonna's Knockouts Championship reign was looking to be as brief as that time when Deonna had visible abs that people could see. 30 Minutes. "Here is your winner....and STILL the Impact Knockouts Champion, The Virtuosa, Deonna Purrazzo!!" it was announced as Deonna started to break down in borderline unhinged laughing, she was on her back, her slab of fat that was her engorged gut shaking like jelly in an earthquake as Deonna just laughed and laughed. She had done it, she was caked in sweat to the point where, as she was laying on her back, the sweat was staining the ring canvas, Deonna had managed to get the third point in the last 2 minutes, she shoved the referee into the path of a charging Jordynne and, when the refree wasn't looking, hit Jordynne in the head with a pair of brass knuckles, but, to make sure that the referee didn't see the knuckle dusters, Deonna had hidden the brass knucks in her belly folds. Deonna sneakily put the brass knucks into one of her deeper gut folds and tried to ignore them digging into her many, sweaty love handles, but she didn't care about anything, she was still the Knockouts Champion and she had survived the 30 minute Iron-Woman match, but, as she tried to heave herself up, hoping to god that the brass knucks wouldn't fall out of her folds, she actually ended up slumping against the ropes and ungracefully tumbling out of the ring. She might have been the official winner, but anyone watching knew that Deonna was out of her league, almost as badly as she was out of shape.
  3. THE SUPERHEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION (Art by ExponentialMass) CHAPTER 1 It was the night of the Showdown Supreme, when all the top names in the Global Wrestling Federation came together in a battle for the ages. Title belts were placed on the line, friendships were made and ended, and bitter rivalries came to blows. The losers were sent home packing, while the winners had their names etched into the halls of history. And on the night of the thirty-fifth showdown, there was no greater winner than Mickey Ramone. Yet she was depressed. The end of the evening, teetering on 1 AM, found her soaking her aching body in a tub of ice. In the last six hours, she had defended her Women’s Intercontinental Belt against the lithe but brutal Shinobu Misawa, reclaimed the Women’s Tag Team Belts from the Strong Baddies with the help of her partner, KC Sky, and won the Women’s World Championship from her eternal rival, the conniving Sadie Storme. On top of that, she had to face off against the Storme Troop, Sadie’s goons who regularly ran interference on their matches. This meant having to fight off four other women, one of whom was a head taller than her and fifty pounds heavier. It was a hard-fought match that sapped every ounce of strength left in her body, but it was worth it to walk away with the Triple Crown of the GWF. Mickey rolled her head forward and glanced down at her battered frame wrapped in sapphire spandex. There were bruises all over, especially a nasty one near her ribs, which she swore had been broken by the hard-hitting Shinobu. Her toned stomach and powerful legs appeared warped by the water and ice, and a tired chuckle escaped her lips. She could almost make out her face, where a nice shiner rested on her right eye and tape had gone over her nose to keep it from busting much more. At the very least, she could count her blessings that Sadie had not broken her neck with one of her infamous piledrivers. “Checking out your battle scars?” asked the man in the chair beside her. Raymundo Valdez was her manager and boyfriend, and the two had worked together ever since meeting in a small Georgia promotion ten years ago. He was a modest man just a hair or two shorter than her and a doughy body that belied his behind-the-scenes activity. Unlike some managers, who were more in it for the act and often got into the ring themselves, Ray chose to focus on his promo skills and making sure Mickey got the best. For being a shorter man in a big man’s world, he had no problem butting heads with creative whenever he felt that his girlfriend was not getting the work she deserved. It was that tenacity that made him a valuable asset in her career; Mickey could not imagine getting to Showdown without his help. “Just keeping track of the damage,” she grunted as she shifted around in the tub. “I want to make sure I pay back that punta, Sadie, in full tomorrow night.” Ray shook his head at that. There was no stopping Mickey and Sadie whenever their never-ending feud sparked up; you had a better chance of breaking up a cobra and a mongoose. He glanced over the young woman’s tan, bruised body, and sighed, “Just promise me you won’t sucker punch her with a roll of nickels in your fist again, okay?” “Only if you can make sure she doesn’t come to the ring with a scalpel again,” Mickey scowled, her fingers instinctively going to the gnarly scar on her forehead. Just thinking about that sneaky taint got her blood boiling, which her boyfriend helped cool by adding a fresh bag of ice to the tub. Their privacy was interrupted by a knock on the door. Mickey lolled her head over and called out, “Come on in!” In walked one of the backstage technicians, specifically the man who helped change out the plates on the title belts. He walked over to the duo and presented three large belts to the Latina wrestler, who gestured for him to hand them to Ray. Drew, always a polite man, glanced over to Mickey and smiled. “Great job out there, Mickey. Been a long time since I’ve had the privilege of setting up a Triple Crown of belts.” “Thanks, Drew,” she replied with a tired smile. As the man left the room, Ray flashed the golden beauties to his lovely lady. They were all roughly the same design, but they each had their own features: the Intercontinental featured two wrestlers grappling with each other, the Tag Team had those same two wrestlers back to back, and the World Championship had the company logo etched in the center. Framing the center of the belts were black discs that displayed the letter M in barbed wire, which was part of Mickey’s logo. “Says it right there in big, bold letters,” her eager manager remarked as he looked over the belts. “’MICKEY RAMONE’ looks right at home on them, don’t you think?” When he peeked over for an answer, Mickey was not even looking at the belts. Instead, her gaze was fixed on a mirror across the room. Ray shouldered the hefty belts and tapped her on the shoulder. “Hey, Mick…you okay?” This shook her from her daze, and her focus returned to the belts, albeit with much less interest than he had anticipated. “Oh, yeah, awesome. New belts, yay.” He raised an eyebrow at that. “Something wrong?” The punk girl sighed and covered her eyes. “I’m sorry, Ray; I don’t mean to come off as a coño. I’m just really tired of this.” “Hey, I get it. You’ve had a long night, and you just want to get to the hotel and rest up.” “No, no, it’s not just tonight,” she groaned. “It’s every night. We’ve been doing this for so long and I’ve gotten so many titles in that time, and I don’t know why, but I’m so tired of it all.” That was something he never expected to hear from Mickey. As long as Ray had known her, she always had this fantastic love for the business that simply could not be matched. Of course, she would not be the first person to lose interest in the game, but why now, so suddenly? She must have read his mind, because when she turned to meet his eyes, she shook her head. “I’m not saying I’m retiring or anything; you couldn’t drag me away from the ring. No, I’m just tired of winning the same sorts of titles over and over again, with the same gimmick. I’m the punk who defies the authority and meets any challenge because she doesn’t care if she lives or dies.” He nodded and remarked, “Yeah, and the crowd love it.” “For now, but if I’m bored of it, how long will it take until they turn on it too?” “So what were you thinking?” Mickey’s gaze returned to the mirror and she let her hand fall to her chin. “I’ve been thinking about my grandfather.” Her grandfather was ‘Hog Wild’ Lou Ramone, a legend in the industry for a few reasons. First, he had a timeless look, wearing wrestling trunks under overalls and nothing else; second, he was one of the toughest S.O.B.s back in the day; third and most remarkable, he was close to six hundred and fifty pounds in his peak. Lou had been a blimp of a man who made up for zero agility by focusing on powerful blows and drops that seemed to make the arenas shake. He was literally one of the biggest men in the history of the business, let alone the GWF, and when he passed away just a year after Mickey was born, everyone in the company poured out for the funeral. “What about him?” asked Ray. She turned back to face him, the ice shifting around her powerful body, and replied, “I have won so many variations of the same belts: world titles, tag titles, intercontinental, cruiserweight, hardcore, and so on. I’m proud of my accomplishments, but I need something new to aspire to; I need to be a groundbreaker like my grandfather.” “What did you have in mind?” “The Superheavyweight Championship,” she answered with a grin. When she was met with a confused look, she sighed and reached for her phone. Once in hand, she dug through her photos until she pulled up a picture of an old belt encased in glass. It was nowhere near as big as the belts of today, looking more like a tool belt than anything else, and it featured an embossed eagle with arrows in one claw and holly in the other. “My grandfather regularly competed for this belt back in the day,” Mickey explained. “It was a special belt for a special category of wrestler: only those who weighed upwards of four hundred pounds could qualify. Lou held this title three times in his life and was the last man to win it before it was discontinued; this here is the original, still sitting on a shelf in our home.” “So what, you want to bring the Superheavyweight Division back?” he asked, still not getting the picture. Mickey shook her head. “I don’t just want to bring back the Superheavyweight Division: I want to be their champion!” If it were anyone suggesting this, Ray would have laughed at how ridiculous it was. This was Mickey Ramone talking though, the same woman who once demanded she take a bump through a flaming table covered in barbed wire; after the C4 match at Fright Night 12, he knew she was deathly serious about stuff like this. The flustered manager clapped his hands together and took a deep breath. “Okay, voice of reason time, mi princesa violenta. You’re talking about reviving a division that’s been dead for over forty years. You want to be the champion of said division, despite there being no other women wrestlers that come close to that weight class, including yourself. Hog Wild was over six hundred pounds in his prime; you’re about a fifth of that. Even if you could get corporate to sign off on this, you’d be taking a huge risk on this.” As she languished in the tub with closed eyes, she murmured, “Thirty-five.” “Come again?” Ray asked. “That’s how many times you’ve told me that, Raymundo. Thirty-five times, you’ve told me I’d be taking a huge risk. And how often does it work out for me?” He could not do the math, but he knew that she was more often right than wrong. Mickey was a risk-taker, but she did everything in her power to make things turn out in her favor. “Ray, look at me,” she told him. When he looked to her bruised face, he swore that she had never looked so determined in her life. “This is what I want to do. I don’t care what anyone says, but I am going to be the Superheavyweight Champion.” He sighed and leaned back in his chair. There was no talking her out of this, not when she got into one of her moods; arguing with the creative department was easier than getting Mickey to change her mind. “Fine, fine,” he relented. “I’ll get us a meeting with the boss and see what we can do for you. But I’ll tell you right now, Mick: Dave is going to say…” *** “Not a chance in hell!” It was the day after the Showdown, a few hours before Monday Night War. Mickey, who now wore a white tank-top, leather jacket, and torn jeans, and Ray, who wore a casual suit, sat on the other side of a table in Dave Ericson’s hotel room. Mr. Ericson was the owner of the whole GWF and had been for the last forty years, and it showed. He was closing in on seventy-five years old, his eyes were often bloodshot from working twenty-hour days, and his face was wrinkling like a raisin. At the same time, Dave had been on the juice for a good few years back in the day and still regularly worked out, which meant that he was still a tough man. On this day, the day after his most successful event of the year, he wore a dark suit that fit him like a glove. “Let me tell you both something right now,” he grumbled as he carved up his steak and eggs. “I have heard some crazy ideas come my way; hell, I’ve even made up a few myself. This has got to take the cake though.” “Is this really any crazier than the time you tried to run an incest angle involving yourself and your daughter?” asked Mickey with a sarcastic smirk. Dave scowled at her, but Ray intervened before words could be exchanged. “Dave, we’ve got this figured out in a way that will allow us to make this happen; we spent all night planning this.” “Then pretend I’m a mark and sell me on it,” the boss said to the manager. Ray brought out a notepad that he had been scribbling on since that conversation in the early dawn. “First, we write Mickey off TV tonight with some injury, like a broken tail bone or quad; after last night’s beating, people will buy it and we can forfeit the titles. Next, we’ll have Mickey on a rigorous schedule that will balance out her gaining with exercise so that she’s not just getting fat; she’ll be getting strong too, like John Henry. The way we’ve got her schedule planned out now, we should have her up to about three hundred pounds by next year’s Beach Brawl, where she can make her big comeback and start building up to the title belt at Showdown the following spring.” Dave sighed and put on his readers so he could look over the notepad. He perused the scribbles, nodding here and shaking his head there, and when he finally put it down, his frown remained. “So what I’m getting is that you want to keep our top name in the Women’s Division on the bench for two years?” “That’s about how long it would take us to get to the appropriate weight for the belt,” Ray explained. “We’re not doing that,” the owner disapproved. “The only reason I’d let that happen is if you had a legit injury, but I’m not keeping you off TV for two years.” Ray was about to make another attempt, but Mickey stepped in. “Dave, I totally get where you’re coming from: you don’t want to lose a hot commodity and all the merch that comes with it, especially for so long. But I am going to do this with or without the GWF. Believe you me, I am sure that there are a lot of promotions that would eat up something like this. Who knows? Maybe I’ll bring take it to the BCW in Osaka, the HCW in London, or, Heaven help you, TNW.” If there was one thing Dave hated, it was losing talent to other promotions, particularly Total Nonstop Wrestling. He furrowed his brow at the pair across from him before sliding the notepad back to them. “All right, you can do the Superheavyweight angle, but you will follow my conditions.” He raised his fingers one by one as he fired off the terms. “First, when you come back, I will be booking you against the men; they’re the only ones I’ve got over three-hundred pounds, and I’m not about to fatten up anyone else in your division. Second, you will legitimately win every match; submissions or pinfalls, but no interference. Lastly, you will gain the appropriate weight by next Showdown; you get that big in a year, or I will send you back down to developmental until you’re back to your billing weight now.” Ray’s jaw dropped as he struggled to put together the numbers in his head. There was no way Mickey could gain that much weight so fast; it was physically impossible. Yet the punk princess only looked to Mr. Ericson with that same determination she had the night before. She was not going to run from such rigid challenges, not when she had her foot in the door. “Deal,” she agreed as she reached out to shake her boss’s hand. Dave returned the favor with a smirk of his own, though whether it was cockiness or admiration, no one could say. “Now, do we have any other business, or can I get back to my breakfast?” the owner asked the duo. Mickey looked down at the decadent dish on the table. There was a hearty tease of steak, a small pile of scrambled eggs, a foot’s worth of sausage links, and what seemed like a whole potato in hash. She looked back up to her boss and grinned. “Just one last question—how fast can room service get here?”
  4. ''Was me gear always this snug?' 'That doorframe wasn't that small before' 'It's only been 5 minutes...why am I out of breath??' These were thoughts that had often ran through Tessa Blanchard's head, the daughter of Four Horsemen member and old school wrestling veteran Tully Blanchard, as she had defended her Knockouts Championship in a match against someone called Ray Lynn, who Tessa demolished, but there was something different about this match. Tessa had been out of breath, she'd been sweating and she'd been noticeably slower than she used to be, Tessa herself had no idea why, but, to anyone who saw the young woman, it was obvious that she'd really let herself go since arriving in Impact Wrestling. The fact that Tessa could just go to the same places all the time and eat was great for her, her weight had ballooned to the point where Tessa tipped the scales at 240lbs. Her sometimes mocked diamond like chin had now got a second chin added to it, giving her pretty face a rounded look to it, her cheeks were plumper and Tessa's jowls jiggled with every bit of arrogant trash-talk. Her voice had also gotten deeper and heavier thanks to her increasing girth and she found herself wheezing even just cutting a promo. As Tessa headed back up the ramp and raised her Knockouts Championship up in the air, her doughy body was now on display, her formerly rock hard abs had now, thanks to a combination of gluttony, laziness and arrogance of her superiority had changed those abs into an overhanging spare tire, almost a beer belly of sorts that hung over the waistband of Tessa's shorts and jiggled with every movement the overweight young woman made. Her side rolls oozed over the side of her like bronze, doughy lava as the side and back rolls were all over Tessa's out of shape body, her arms had even beefed up, getting to the point where Tessa struggled to ring up her favourite takeout places. It was also effecting her ring work, Tessa's clothesline and former power moves that she pulled off with ease now seemed like she would drop someone on their head if she tried to Gorilla Press slam them. Tessa headed to the back, panting and wheezing as she staggered backstage like she just wrestled a hour long iron man match, not a 5 minute squash match. Tessa hiked up her white shorts out of her fat, jiggling ass cheeks to try and stop the wedgie that she had as her shorts hiked up her fat, wobbling ass that were like two bronze moons of fat squashed together. Tessa just smirked arrogantly, as if she didn't realise her out of control weight gain, she sauntered past everyone, looking down her nose at them as her body shook and wobbled like jelly in an earthquake with every heavy step. Tessa marched straight to the buffet, that match had really caused the 'Undeniable' Tessa Blanchard to work up an appetite as she saw that it was piled high with food that was meant to go to all the wrestlers. But Tessa only thought about herself and she wasn't intending to share. After getting her breath back, Tessa said with a tone of indignation that the food was for anyone else but her. "Excuse me?? Do you know who the hell I am?! I'm the Undeniable Tessa Blanchard..." Tessa then shoved her title belt right in the face of the catering woman that she was bullying "I'm also the Knockouts Champion! So get out of the champs way!" Tessa scowled, sounding like a high school bully as she barged past the catering staff and started to greedily tuck in. Chicken was torn off the bone and picked clean, Burgers were shoved into Tessa's mouth in almost one go as she had to stop to avoid choking, when she calmed herself down, a sweaty, coughing Tessa continued her eating rampage, the sounds of her panting, grunting and belching were sounds that was becoming commonplace for the other workers of Impact Wrestling as Tessa finally couldn't eat anymore. "Ahhh...BUUUUUURRRRRP...that really hit the spot" a bloated, grease and food stained Tessa blasted out a loud belch as she announced that she was finished, which was good, because there wasn't a single scrap left for anyone else. Tessa was getting closer and closer to 250lbs and, what was truly astonishing, was that she seemingly had no idea of her own immense weight gain, she was just too self obsessed and focused on her life of luxury as Knockouts Champion. Tessa Blanchard wasn't only the Knockouts Champion. She was the Champion Of Consuming and her gluttony and greed was 'Undeniable'. (Authors Note: I haven't written weight gain stuff in years, but I am a huge fan of seeing female wrestlers getting fattened up. Hope you guys like this fic because I think Tessa would make such a sexy fat ass. If you're interested in female wrestlers getting fat like I am and want to talk about it or even maybe write about it, then hit me up with a PM. Also, I would appreciate feedback, I know that I've got lots of room for improvement. I would just like to hear your thoughts.)
  5. (Hey guys, this is a story, or maybe a series of segments about my wrestling original character, the spoilt and entitled fat fashionista Nicola Bashkar, who's picbase is the highly underrated NXT UK star and PROGRESS star Jinny. Now, Jinny's brilliant, but the girl is just skin and bones, Nicola is my version of Jinny but if she was as fat as she was arrogant. These gifs are what Nicola looks like, only she's much fatter and doughier. Hope you guys like this, I might do several updates to this if you guys like it.) "I am proud of my body, I'm proud of my cellulite, I'm proud of my second chin, my belly rolls and the fact my gut is so big it's got it's own gravity field. I'm proud of my tree trunk thighs, my big booty...but if you're my size...if you think that I'm here to represent you? Then don't, hit the gym, get surgery done, because you're not Nicola Bashkar, nobody else makes big as beautiful as me." A posh and upper class English accent was heard saying that as the camera cut to an overweight, some would say obese, young woman waddling down a London high street, her skin tone gave the impression she had middle eastern heritage, she wore a black t-shirt with 'Fat Motherfucker' on the front in white as her wobbling gut was jutting out so much that her black t-shirt resembled more of a sports bra type top. "I mean, I am proud of my body, because it shows that big can be beautiful, but only if you're me. You see? I wear these t-shirts, these are, lets be honest, for the poor people, the people who glare at me and wish they were me." Nicola spoke the camera while waddling, like it was a documentary series, sunglasses covering her eyes "They would wear trashy shirts like this, but I wear them to show everyone that I make anything, no matter how atrocious, look good on me. Fat looks beautiful on me, I drive a Rolls Royce Silver Shadow, obviously enlarged since I wouldn't fit in a normal sized one." Nicola added with a chuckle as her second chin shook a bit from her laugh, she wore some black tights that did hardly anything to cover up her cellulite covered tree trunk thighs, but despite her arrogance, the Hammersmith heavyweight was right. She DID look amazing in her attire, even if she wouldn't be seen dead wearing it normally. "The thing that people don't want to admit is that, well, that they can't pull off fat as well as me, I not only make it look good, but I am an attention grabber, people pay attention to me and it's all thanks to my beautiful, perfect body" Bashkar started to feel her own doughy, lardy body as she let out an unabashed moan despite being in the middle of the crowded high street. As she was waddling, cameraman in tow, the obese young woman stopped, placing her sunglasses on the top of her head before bluntly remarking. "Go in there and get me 5 footlongs, worm!" as the camera panned to reveal it was a Subway as, from behind the camera, the nasly sounding young man retorted with "Why don't you go and get it?" "I'm sorry!? What gives you the right to talk back to me?! You're lucky to be breathing my bloody air!!" Nicola snapped, her arrogant and condesceneding tone changing, in a flash, to murderous rage as she almost lunged her blubbery arms at the cameraman before static enveloped the screen. The camera cut back with Nicola's fat, wide frame sitting on a bench, it actually audibly groaning under her over 300lbs girth as she had polished off the footlongs, judging by her wheezing breathing and the fact her mouth was covered in crumbs and the odd bit of salad from one of her many footlongs. "OK, do you really think I could've been seen in that place? I hang out with people who can go to the best, fanciest eatery in London and rent it out, that's how rich they are, they don't eat at Subway!" "Well, why do you?" the cameraman asked from behind the camera, now understandably unnerved about the 'Fatonista'. "Because I have to keep up this figure...plus I do whatever the hell I want!" Nicola struggled to heave herself up, but her girth was getting the better of her as she strained and winced before the over 300lbs behemoth beauty finally got herself up to her feet as she wheezed and gasped for air. She was doubled over and wincing and coughing before looking up with an almost murderous look at the camera. "Turn that bloody thing off or I'll shove it up your-" The little promo video then finished, but the words 'More from Nicola Bashkar...Coming Soon'. (OK, so I did this in the style of a wrestling vignette, that would herald the arrive of soon to be debuting superstars to build up hype for when the superstar actually debuts in front of the crowds. I think I'll do more Nicola stuff. Can't wait to hear your thoughts. Hope my writing improves as I go along too. )
  6. (Hey guys, this is just a random thing that I decided to do to pass the time, I'm a huge fan of AEW and I do think that the women's divison is finally getting better; one of my favourite parts of the entire company is the smarmy, passive aggressive and condescending heel Britt Baker, she's a dentist, but you wouldn't know because she doesn't like to bring it up, at all. Anyway, I'll probably make this a continuous thing but this is just going to be something where we see the hypocrisy of Britt and her lack of self awareness as she tries to be a role model while her body balloons up almost as fast as her inflated ego. Hope you guys enjoy this, can't wait to see what you think? Oh, for this, Britt is 100% in her heel character, which makes her obliviousness to her weight gain all the better.) "Well, I would recommend that you lay off on the sweets, OK, Alice?" the young woman instructed in a tone that was laced with condescending smugness as Dr. Britt Baker, DMD, sat on her swivel chair in her dental office after she just checked on one of her regular patients, a young 12 year old girl called Alice, who Britt saw regularly and, honestly, Alice's teeth weren't bad at all, Britt had seen a lot worse, but the problem for All Elite Wrestling's resident Role Model, was that this girls teeth were not as perfect as Britt's. "I mean, I wouldn't personally be happy with teeth like that, but, you obviously must like coming to see me, as you're always coming to me." Britt boasted as the small, blonde girl looked up to her mother, who wasn't exactly happy with Britt's tone, a complaint that a lot of Britt's patients had; but Britt's impossibly high standards didn't stop people from coming back to her; partly because they hadn't anyone else available or because people just wanted to have an AEW wrestler as their dentist. "Excuse me, Ms-" the mother tried to explain, only for Britt to cut her off in a rather rude and confrontational way "Dr. Britt Baker, D.M.D." As Britt seemed actually upset by that very minor slip up, her eyes narrowed at the mother, who was actually weary of Britt's insecurities that she was showing. "OK, Dr Britt Baker, D.M.D." the woman repeated Britt word for word as to not piss the pro wrestler off even more. That caused an insufferably smug smirk to show itself on Britt's face. "What more do you want us to do, we've spoken to your assistants and they've said that Alice's teeth are fine." as Britt just smiled, standing up and walked over to Alice's mother, placing her hands on the older woman's shoulders and said, in the most patronising tone that was possible to convey, responded to the rather valid response with a "Well, obviously they don't keep their teeth as perfect as mine, I want everyone to be as focused on their dental health as myself, do you really want to lower your standards? I tell you what, I'll do you a solid, this session is on the house." "Really?" the mother replied to the brunette dentist, who was acting as if she had just saved a child from a burning building with the showering of praise that she was expecting as Alice looked up to her mother and said "Can we give Dr. Baker those cakes that you got?" as Britt's eyes widened a bit, she was about to start into a lecture like a woman demanding to speak to a store manager; but, before she could, the mother opened her bag and placed several tupperwear containers of cakes, chocolate, being the main one but there being angel cake, sponge-cake and others. "You've been such a help Dr. Britt Baker, DMD." the mother smiled "We can't let Alice eat those cakes, can we? Plus, I didn't want them, they're bad for your teeth, after all...do you think you could bin them?" the mother asked as Britt looked back from the cakes as she smiled in that false way of hers that everyone knew was as genuine as the smile from a member of Congress. "I'd be happy to." Britt smiled as the mother and daughter left, leaving Britt alone in her office. "Little brat!" Britt scoffed as she swiveled on her chair slightly, her eyes catching the containers of cakes as she span around, looking at them, Britt felt a bit of hunger overcome her, looking at the clock on the wall of her dental office; she noticed that it was afternoon and that she could do with at least one cake. Opening up the container, Britt grabbed a slice of chocolate cake and took a bite out of it. Her eyes shot open as her taste-buds got hit with a lovely sensation of the chocolate entering her mouth, it was like a bolt of lightning and Britt had a desire for another one, she grabbed a second piece and started to eat that, it tasted better with every single bite. "Holy fuck, that's good!" Britt moaned out to herself as she ate with more vigour, stuffing bigger slices into her gullet as if something came over her. The sounds of Britt's eating was heard by her assistant, Rebel, the long suffering assistant of Britt and one of the few people who could tolerate the intolerable young woman. "Britt, is everything OK?" As she heard Britt cough and choke on the other door, with her mouth full of food, Britt called out "Yeah, get me some milk! A whole bottle...my throat's kinda dry!" as Britt coughed and wheezed, she had eaten her way through two tubs of cakes and now she was struggling to hold them down due to having nothing to help her dry throat. It was a mere 2 minutes later that Rebel entered Britt's office and saw the Dentist wiping chocolate off of her face with a napkin. "Erm, Britt...what's-" as Britt glared at Rebel ,who sighed and rolled her eyes and corrected herself "Dr Britt Baker, D.M.D...here's the milk you wanted." as Britt panted a bit, she felt sluggish and bloated thanks to all she ate, but, she was thinking about how this was a reward for herself, she was a Dentist and a pro wrestler, both of those were hard on their own, never-mind doing them both at once. Britt deserved some treats as she ungratefully snatched the carton of milk from Rebel's hand and unscrewed the cap. "You know, I saw that eye-roll there, that's not polite, you really need to learn how to be classy, take some tips from me, Dr. Britt Baker, DMD, is classy as shit!" not only did Britt undercut her own point by swearing so casually, something that she felt she was so above, but what she did next caught Rebel off guard and showed that Britt was anything but classy. She took the carton of milk and, without even pouring it into a glass, she just started to chug it with a sense of urgency. As the milk hit Britt's throat, she started to moan in pleasure at her throat getting saved from the dryness of the cake, as Britt continued to chug milk like Steve Austin downed beer, she finally took the half drank carton from her mouth; let out an undignified belch, without even excusing herself, and looked over to Rebel. "Don't you have somewhere else to be!?" she berated the poor girl, as Rebel saw the several empty tupperwear boxes, with two pieces left, half eaten and she just realised that Britt's fingers were stained with chocolate. "Erm, Dr. Britt Baker, D.M.D; didn't you say that 'only fat, lazy slobs gorge themselves on cakes?" Rebel quoted Britt directly, as Britt had a look of offence, as if she wasn't the person who said that in the first place. "How dare you bodyshame anyone, Rebel! I will not tolerate that, you're lucky I don't report you!" Britt jutted one of her chocolate stained thumbs at Rebel before grabbing one of the chocolate cakes and popping it onto her mouth. "Fuck off" was Britt's dismissive, vulgar demand for Rebel to get out of her office, although it would've been better if Britt's mouth wasn't comically stuffed full of food; as Britt finally swallowed the chocolate, she got herself an idea...an idea to get her hands on more of those cakes, it was like she was addicted to them; she quickly did some shuffling around and made a simple offer for anyone who wanted their teeth done by a Role Model such as herself. "Dr. Britt Baker, DMD. 50% off all dental check-ups, only requirement is that you bring in food for the staff." although, Britt had no intention of sharing her upcoming food with anyone else, it was all going to be in her belly; all she'd have to do is make sure that she brushed her teeth extra hard tonight. It was worth it to much down on those cakes, as Britt's mind swelled with thoughts of various foods being brought to her. (This was so fun to write and I hope you guys like it, Britt is such a cartoonishly over-the-top asshole and it's brilliant, I think I'll certainly be writing more of it and, yes, Britt's bulk will pile on and she'll be none-the-wiser. xD)
  7. (Hey, guys, I know that it's been a while since I've written anything and I'm truly sorry about that, but I've just not really had the inspiration for it, but I think I've found some inspiration, this is more of a one-shot and a revamped version of Victoria McKenzie, in fact, when discussing Victoria for the first time, like, over a year ago, this is the idea that I originally had in my head, this Victoria is about 5ft3 and she's not comically fat, but her small stature makes her a total butterball at 166lbs and she's doing well for herself in the UK, America and Japan. I hope you guys like this fic and this new version of Victoria. If you have any ways for me to improve, then please let me know. Victoria's based on a rounder Charli Evans in terms of her physical appearance, so Vic's on the right and her tag team partner Millie McKenzie is on the left; also, Millie and Vic aren't related as, to break kayfabe, Vic's real last name isn't McKenzie! O_O Bit of a warning, I might be rusty with my writing skills and my punctuation has always been a big issue for me, also this story is taking place out of kayfabe, so Vic's not gonna be a super rude shithead heel in this. Also, the end part is the closest thing to anything sexual that I've written, so it'll probably be shit. ) Her stomach heaved, the silver bodysuit with black sides couldn't hide how big she'd gotten, every heavy breath was a reminder to the fans of how much weight she had slapped on, her belly jutted forwards and gave her a pronounced gut. Her arms were meaty and shook with pretty much every moment, her back was wide and had some backrolls bunching up; her pretty face was still attractive, but it was rounder and it had a more obvious double chin than her last match at EVE. With a grunt, Victoria McKenzie pulled herself up to her feet, her face was red and she was clearly gasping for breath as the fans showered her with jeers and boos, the 23 year old Newcastle-Upon-Tyne native had just defeated Erin Angel with her Sitout Piledriver finisher in only 9 minutes. The match wasn't very long, but it wasn't bad, either, but what was obvious was how winded Victoria was as she ran a hand through her long, black hair which had a blonde streak running through it. "Who ate all the pies? Who ate all the pies? Victoria! Victoria, she ate all the pies!" The Pro Wrestling EVE fans were always known for being lively and rowdy, but in a fun way that added to the small atmosphere of the relatively tiny venue in London that they always held their EVE shows from. Victoria heard the singing directed at her, it was obvious to her that her parents weren't the only one who noticed how plump the 5ft3 Geordie had become. She knew that she was a heel and that she shouldn't get too worked up about it, but that didn't mean that hearing the chants about how big she was hurt any less. "She's fat, she's rude, She ate all the food! Victoria, Victoria!" Before she knew it, Victoria took the microphone from the pink haired EVE ring announcer as she just decided to go on a bit of a shoot promo, the fans' words had really gotten to her, she was angry with them for daring to body-shame her, but she was also angry at herself for getting as angry as she was. But, as Victoria put the microphone to her lips, she caught her breath, placing a hand on her soft, meaty belly to calm herself down. Tears were on the verge of falling from her face as Victoria choked out into the microphone, barely keeping herself composed "Aye, you bloody southerners think that you're so fucking funny with ya' football chants, aye? Come on! Don't fucking stop chanting now that I've called ya' out, carry on!" Victoria demanded as she continued to air out some genuine feelings towards the fans. It wasn't all of them, it was just a small number of very vocal douchebags. "Look, this isn't all of you, most of you guys and gals are fucking amazing in the audience and this isn't directed at you. It's directed at whichever dickheads have been heckling me, I'm well fucking aware that I've gained weight, but I don't see you guys getting into this ring to do what I do! I know that I'm a worthless piece of shit, I've only just moved out of my parents' house at 23 years old in Newcastle, my friends that I went to school with have families; they've got kids and they've got a future!" By this point, the fans were caught off guard by Victoria's emotional and unscripted shoot promo as she was just getting everything off of her chest; Vic's heavy breathing was getting a bit faster as she had to choke back a sob. "Pro wrestling is the only thing that I've got that makes my life matter, Pro Wrestling EVE, Riptide, ATTACK Pro. I'm going all over the place and trying to make people happy...so don't you fucking dare give me all that shit about my weight!" Vic yelled out, with genuine rage filling her voice as her slight second chin jiggled as she got angrier. "I'm not anyone special, I'm not destined for NXT: UK, I'm gonna be on the indies for the rest of my fucking career, so you better get used to seeing me, but all I have is pro wrestling, pro wrestling is what keeps me smiling. I travel the long train journey from Newcastle to London, I put up with my family telling me to "Go and get a real job and stop wasting your life." and I put up with the pain that I'm in after every match at 23 years old!!" Vic's gut was now jiggling at this point as she noticed that a majority of the fans had looks of not only shock, but a few fans were almost tearing up as bad as Victoria was as the 166lbs, 5ft3 whimpered and was clearly trying to stop herself from breaking down in the middle of the ring. But she knew that she couldn't keep on talking forever; so she took a breath and put the microphone back to her lips. "I owe everyone here an apology for this little shoot, I've wasted your time, I've held up the show and the girls in the back probably want to fucking kill me...so, I hope you guys enjoy the rest of the show and I'll see you around." Victoria then handed the microphone back to the ring announcer, who, ironically, looked speechless. The pudgy butterball then rolled out of the ring through the bottom rope and, as she walked to the back as quickly as possible; she heard a different chant from the majority of the EVE fans. "Victoria, Victoria, Let's go Victoria, we love you!" It was clear that 95% of the fans respected the living fuck out of Victoria and had been moved by what the Geordie had said and, as Victoria stepped to the backstage of EVE, she just lost composure as the autistic Geordie broke down in tears. But, in contrast to the hostile and angry reception that she was expecting, Victoria was greeted by hugs and words of sympathy and encouragement. It really was like a family in EVE and Victoria was just glad that she was able to get all that off her chest; it felt like 500lbs was lifted from her chunky shoulders. A month later. It had been a month since Victoria's shoot promo on a bunch of bodyshaming fans at EVE and the response was more positive than negative; which she included some grief she got from old timers like Jim Cornette (who had blocked Vic before this incident anyway.) who said that she shouldn't be such a "Whiny, fat bitch" and advised that the autistic Victoria should "Choke herself on those medication tablets that you take, you're clearly too much of a thin skinned pussy to be in this industry, you fucking mark!" But, from David Starr to Toni Storm, from Kenny Omega to Chris Jericho, Victoria had been getting a lot of positive responses from her off-the-cuff shoot; at this point, Victoria was also still just as beefy, she was laying on her bed in her new home; she was clad in a white SHIMMER Women's Athletes top that didn't really hide her bulging gut, it just showed off her side fat even more. She had been playing some Red Dead Redemption 2 while stuffing her face with a Takeout. Honestly, that was a main reason for Victoria's weight gain, she didn't really know how to cook, she had asked her stepfather, the main cook while she lived with her stepdad and mum, but her stepfather flat out told her that he "didn't have the patience"; which kinda hurt Vic as, now she was living on her own, she didn't really know how to cook and, as a result, the butterball Newcastle native was stuffing her face with takeout, Nandos and, her personal favourite, Subways. But there was another reason and that was Victoria actually liked being bulky; she found something arousing, almost sexually pleasing about how her stomach heaved, how it was so big and jiggled with hardly any movement. Vic was feeling herself getting hot and bothered just thinking about it, so she decided to have some fun. The Brit rested back on her bed and started to slowly lift her shirt up, her gut was noticeable, it was rotund and meaty and Victoria loved it. Her fingers started to rub the doughy flesh, filling the Geordie with a wave of pleasure as she felt that her spare tire of a stomach was actually sweating a bit as Vic moaned loudly, throwing her head back as her breathing quickened. She loved fondling her own gut and she had a part of her that hated herself for being so depraved, but the majority of Victoria just didn't care. "God; Vic..you're such a fat...uuuurgh...fat, piece of shit!" Vic insulted herself as she continued to squeeze and grope her own gut flesh. However, much like her in-ring work, Victoria's weight gain and slight out of shape lack of conditioning meant that she was gasping and wheezing for breath as sweat formed on her face while she continued to play with her rotund, bulbous gut. "FUCKING-ARGH, SHIT!!!" Victoria bellowed in frustration as she breathed heavily, finally taking her sweaty fingers from underneath her shirt as she noticed that the white shirt was now stained with gut sweat, thanks to that little session. As VIctoria breathed heavily, panted and wheezed, she reached over and grabbed her phone, her stomach rising and falling as she tried to relax herself; but, as Vic calmed herself down, she realised that her Twitter account had a DM from her best friend and tag team partner, Millie McKenzie. MillieMcKenzie - Hey Vic, how're you holding up? Victoria couldn't help but laugh, causing her slight double chin to jiggle a bit as the sweaty, out of breath Geordie was debating if she should be honest and tell Millie about her love for her own gut, but she decided to lie, she didn't want Millie to think she was a freak and she didn't have many friends in her life, anyway, she didn't want to lose another one. GiftedGeordie - Been having a blast playing some RDR2, I'm holding up pretty good. Vic chuckled a bit, she had been playing, but it wasn't a video game that she'd been playing; that said, a nagging voice in Victoria's head was telling her to just own up to it, but Vic couldn't, all she had was wrestling and she didn't want the industry that she lived for and loved to cast her out; she already felt cast out in the 'real' world.
  8. (Hey, guys, this is a seriously quick one off story that I came up with randomly after re-watching the promo of a super obscure Australian indy wrestler, Harley Wonderland, I know that not a lot of people know who that is (not to sound like a hipster) but she's big, beautiful and funny as fuck and I thought I'd rework this promo with her even fatter than she already is and, so you guys get a bit of a an idea about what she's like, I'll link the promo to you. This isn't anything major and is more just a version of this promo but with Harley as a Heavyweight. Hope you guys like it. ) 'Bigger is Better' Australian indy wrestler lived her life by that mantra, the Australian indy scene wasn't exactly well known, considering how isolated of a country Australia was and how niche of a subject pro wrestling was; there wasn't a lot of wrestlers who got to break out of the country and make it big in places like America or Japan, exceptions existed, of course, but they were the exception for a reason. Harley Wonderland had just picked up a big win over fellow Aussie Shazza McKenzie and she was heading backstage, as loud and obnoxious as ever. To say the blonde beauty had packed on the pounds was a bit of an understatement, she still was in good enough shape to actually wrestle, but she was noticeably slower, her ample belly heaved heavily and oozed over the waistband of her shorts like an ocean of heavy lava, it wobbled like jello with the slightest movement and Harley was struggling to keep her beer belly packed into her shirt, which was so ill-fitting that it was almost comical at how undersized it was. But Harley believed that she was showing the fans what a real woman looked like, she wasn't embarrassed about her recent weight gain, sure, it meant that she was a bit slower and had to take time outs and other cheap stalling tactics just to catch her breath, but it was all worth it, because she loved to look in the mirror and just see how big she was! She noticed a few backstage workers giving her some looks as the ever flirtatious Harley eyed them up. "Enjoying the view, boys?" the young woman purred a bit, a sly smirk on that slightly rounder, gorgeous face of hers as she sauntered over to them, her big, meaty and tree trunk like thighs nearly scrapping together as her gut wobbled and swayed with each teasing, flirty step; Harley just loved the 'attention' that her new girth was getting her, although it never occurred to the vain and self obsessed Australian that people weren't as thrilled with her heavy, plump body as she was. Using her belly to basically pin one of the scrawny stagehands against the wall, Harley didn't seem to know, or care, that the guy didn't want her slab of blubber that was her belly to be squashing up against him, Harley was taking his breath away, literally. The Aussie then got close to the man and leaned right in, stroking his face with her fingers in a teasing display. "You like what you see, don't you?" Harley flirted as she breathed heavily a bit and was still sweating from her match with Shazza. "I-" "Shhhh" Harley placed her finger on the man's lips in a flirtatious and seductive way, a seductive smirk on her face as she didn't even give the poor guy a chance to answer "Don't speak..." as the man looked actually quite intimidated by the over the top and overweight behemoth that was using her bulk as a way to basically bully people into giving her some attention and recognition. However, Harley knew that she had an interview to do and she had to pry herself away from the unnerved stagehand, who wanted Harley anywhere but grinding her bulbous gut against him. Harley made her way to do her interview after her match, although the venue wasn't really equipped to handle a woman of her girth, her wide hips meant that the entrance way and even various backstage doorframes were a struggle to get through; she grunted and cursed under her breath as the overweight Aussie struggled to squeeze her ample bulk through the doorframe, but she finally managed it. She looked at the interviewer who drew the short straw of interviewing Harley, the backstage interviewers would always dread having to talk with Harley, it was one thing if a wrestler didn't want to talk with them, but for them, it was a worry if Harley liked them; and one look at the interviewer and Harley instantly forgot about that other guy she flirted with barely 5 minutes ago and decided to set her sites on this poor sod. "Ha-Harley, thanks for doing this interview after your match and your victory over Shazza McKenzie." the interviewer tried to remain as professional as possible against the sleazy woman, who's gorgeous face was now smirking in a way that showed off her ever so slight double chin; she looked down at the chair that they had given her, it was actually two chairs for Harley's fat ass. "Oh, no problem, I'm always happy to talk." Harley purred as she slowly lowered herself down to sit each big cheek on one of the chairs. She gave a noticeably grunt and had to physically place each of her massive legs either side of the chair as her massive gut, the point of pride of Harley's blubbery body, was overhanging her crotch and drooping downwards; Harley filled out the entire space and she had all the confidence in the world, she was always incredibly arrogant, but her weight gain seemed to make her almost comically cocky and proud of herself. Harley decided to flaunt her fat, she knew that she was irresistible and that, if she showed off her beautiful flab enough, that the interviewer would come running to her, as the interviewer was talking, Harley gave a big grunt and, in a very ungraceful display, she heaved her mammoth legs upwards and, with some serious difficulty for a pro wrestler, crossed one of her tree trunks over the other as she panted slightly while she admired the eye candy that was the interviewer, who was looking more and more uncomfortable with how Harley was eyeing him up. "Erm, Harley, is everything alright?" the interviewer asked as Harley just placed one of her hands over her big, ocean of a gut and felt how soft and doughy it was as she raised her eyebrows and gave a flirtatious "Oh, everything is just fine.." as Harley continued to be 'interviewed', she heard a question that was somewhat along the lines of "What do you do to relax after a win?" as Harley's gut let out a rumble, as if on cue. "Oh; I go out and I party, I want to have some fun, you know? I go to clubs and I clear out the bars...or I just have the mother of all cheat days" and with that, Harley gave a firm slap to her belly, the strike cracked like a gunshot throughout the room and caused the ocean of Harley's girth to ripple and shake with the force of Harley's hands making contact with the skin. "I like to add to my body, you see, people want to say that I've 'let myself go'?, that I'm 'out of shape'...but I'll have you know that, in the past, the bigger the woman was, the more powerful they were and the more desirable they were and I am just like that." "D-Desirable, Harley?" the interviewer stammered out as Harley placed her bulky, wide and heavy arms up behind the back of her head to look even more sexual, she couldn't conceive of the idea that these advances wouldn't actually work, but Harley was so self obsessed that she refused to believe that any man or woman wouldn't want to be with a woman like her. The interviewer felt a need to get out of there before Harley got anymore ideas in her perverted mind. "Well, thank you for your time, Harley." as Harley just pouted a bit, she was a bit insulted at the idea that this interviewer wanted to end this interview so quickly, but her massive ego kicked in and reassured Harley that he was probably too dumbfounded by being in her presence to say anything meaningful, with that, Harley tried to heave herself up, loudly slapping both of her hands on her huge legs, which she had uncrossed before due to how her other leg couldn't support the size of her leg that was on top of the other one. But, as she gave an almighty grunt, she realised that getting up was harder than she thought, her weight gain that had destroyed her cardio and that, combined with the match she had just had meant that the overweight Aussie wasn't going anywhere, the chair groaned almost as much as Harley herself did as the stubborn and prideful blonde grunted more times, her gut was almost weighing her down. "Hey, Hey! A bit of help here!?" Harley called out, for the first time, sounding less flirty and more frustrated as she was having to make a serious effort to stand up, she got close, but her massive oak tree legs gave way and Harley went crashing down, her fat ass crashing down on both the chairs and Harley herself crashing to the floor in a comical, seated position, her massive bulk wobbling like jelly in an earthquake as Harley just sat there amongst the splinters of the chairs that she totalled as she looked at the shocked interviewer and camera-man. "Well." Harley smirked, slowly adjusting herself so she was in one of those 'Paint me like one of your French girls' positions as she looked at the two men. "It looks like it's a two person job to help me up? You boys aren't going to just leave me here, are you?" (This fic wasn't really anything ground breaking or major, just a fun little fic and I hope you guys like it, hope you watch the promo, too, because Harley Wonderland is super underrated (and so are a lot of other Aussie wrestlers).
  9. (Hey guys, this is something different from the usual Vic fic as I had the idea to fatten up the Iiconics; I know that they're not everyone's cup of tea, they're not going to be having any 5 star matches anytime soon, but I think their personalities make up for their average in-ring abilities; but I've always loved the idea of seeing the Iiconics as obese gluttons and I hope you guys like this fic, this will be an in kayfabe fic, too, so Billie and Peyton will be as rude and obnoxious as they are obese; hope you guys like this and let me know what you think of it? ) "This is bloody ridiculous! We're the Immense Iiconics and we're still told to stay at home?!" Peyton Royce's triple chinned face wobbled as she reached her fat arms over the massive table that she was situated at, with 2 chairs trying to hold her ample ass-cheeks on, one chair for each mammoth cheek as Peyton's arms, which were weak and smothered with fat due to her and Billie's new embracing of their immensity, shook in frustration as Peyton found herself unable to reach the platter of hot-dogs. "I know *BURP*, 'scuse me, right?! They told us that we needed to be bigger and bolder, we get bigger, we get immense...and, then, we get told that we're 'Out of control'" the hugely overweight Billie Kay added on, even childishly putting air quotes when she repeated what the agent had told them. Billie didn't have the amount of chins as her best friend, but the second chin she did have just totally eclipsed her neck and made the long legged, morbidly obese Australian's voice deeper and huskier thanks to her neck fat. The agent was right, though, Billie and Peyton were out of control, it was why they were sent home and told that they couldn't return until they lost all their extra flab that coated their formerly slim and slender bodies. It had all started back when Billie and Peyton won the WWE Women's Tag Team Championships at Wrestlemania last year and it was their celebration feast when they went wild at several eateries in the general area that kick-started their weight gain. Soon, they were appearing fatter and fatter every-time they appeared on TV, they had both fattened up in different parts, Billie's belly was looking like it had it's own gravitational pull, it was rotund and bulbous and Billie seemed to embrace it; Peyton, meanwhile, had a much wider lower half, her cellulite covered ass starting to look like they were two moons, Peyton herself would often joke that NASA should land on it. It wasn't like Billie and Peyton didn't know they were getting fatter, but they were so cocky and arrogant that they thought that they didn't need to train or work-out, in their mind, they were the Women's Tag Team Champions and, therefore, could do whatever they want and eat however they want, which blew up in their faces when their own laziness and obesity caught up with them and causing them to lose their precious Women's Tag Team Championships. "Uuugh...Bil', babe, can you pass that platter of hot-dogs?" Peyton asked of her best friend, seeing as her big bellied best friend was nearest to the huge platter of hot-dogs and, without a moment's hesitation, Billie reached over and gingerly handed the big platter over to Peyton. Billie and Peyton hardly had any strength anymore; so Billie being able to actually lift something and hand it to her 'life partner' was the most strength the gargantuan young woman had shown in months. "You're the best, Bil'." Peyton smiled as she noticed Billie had already shoved a huge slice of pizza into her gullet, after a few minutes of Billie forcing it down, she managed to choke the slice down her open maw before leaning back, breathing heavily, well, heavier than usual, as she placed one hand on that massive orb of a stomach and weakly gave the thumbs up to Peyton as she choked out with a pathetic wheeze. "No...*gasp*...problem...*uuurrrgghh.* , Pey'." Billie struggled out as she closed her eyes and tried to keep herself steady, not wanting her bloated belly to revolt against her, Billie, however, watched as Peyton was practically inhaling the hot-dogs with ravenous gusto, loud chomps and piggish grunts could be heard as Peyton's pig out session continued; Billie just looked proud of her best friend, wanting to see her get fatter and fatter. "WWE want to see how out of control the Immense Iiconics can be?!" the fired up Peyton blabbered out, while still chomping down on one of the hot-dogs as she seemed to be past the point of caring about politeness or manners, "They've created monsters in us. Big Billie and Porker Peyton don't need the WWE...the WWE need us!" Peyton rambled as she continued to aggressively shovel the hot-dogs into her open mouth. Billie was too bloated and engorged to really continue eating as she watched Peyton make a pig of herself, plus, there was one rule for the Immense Iiconics and their eating rampages, they would never hog all the food to themselves, obesity and gluttony aside, they were still best friends and Billie was going to support Peyton's hot dog binge, even as Peyton herself was starting to regret her cartoonishly over the top speed that she was shovelling the hot-dogs in. "Bil', i don't think I can do this." Peyton was leaning back, massaging her huge, heaving belly as she breathed heavily, trying to ignore the growing sense of pain that she had been surpressing, but her belly was trying to get Peyton to stop. Billie, however, wasn't going to let her fat friend leave only 5 hot-dogs left, that wasn't the way of the Immense Iiconics. "You can, Pey." Billie's husky voice grunted out as she reached over as best she could and placed her fat hand on Peyton's fat hand, the two obese Australian's interlocking their sausage like fingers in a melodramatic way. "You've only got 5 left, you can do this!" as Peyton looked at the hot-dogs and seemed to be turning green at the thought of eating any more. "I can't...Bil'..." as Billie squeezed the fat hand of Peyton as if she was helping Peyton give birth. "You can! You can do this! We're the Immense Iiconics, we're the greatest WWE Women's Tag Team Champions of all time!...We didn't win those tag team titles by saying 'Can't'...We didn't eat 4 orders of everything at that Asian restaraunt in Philly by Giving up! Your belly doesn't decide when you're full Peyton...you decide when you're full!" as Billie looked the groaning and stuffed to the gills Peyton in the eye and leaned in. "Eat them for me! I've pushed past the barrier of gluttony for you...I'm asking you do the same for me." as Peyton heard that over the top motivational speech from her fellow obese beauty, her stomach swelled and heaved as Peyton gave a determined nod as she started to take big, huge bites from the hot-dogs, eating with a renewed gusto and gluttony thanks to Billie; who watched with a proud smile on her face. Finally, Peyton was down to the last hot-dog, she was so bloated and hazy that the vision of the blonde behemoth was starting to blur like she was intoxicated, Peyton however wasn't going to give up as she forced that one, final hot-dog down her throat, choking it down and swallowing it as she felt it enter her bottomless pit of a belly, Peyton threw the platter down to a loud clang and triumphantly cheered. "I DID IT! I DID -OWWWW!" Peyton stopped as she instantly felt a pain hit her packed tight belly, it felt like a thousand needles were being jabbed into her massively engorged belly at once, her heavy breathing got quicker as the younger of the two Iiconics looked over to a proud looking Billie as Peyton's eyes widened a bit as she blasted out a jowl wobbling, thunderous belch that even caught Billie off guard. "BWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOORRRPPPP!!!" as Peyton, instead of excusing herself, just sighed happily and moaned out in pleasure "Ahhh, that's better." as Billie bluntly responded to that piggish display from Peyton. "We can always be counted on to class up the joint, I'm proud of you Peyton." Billie smiled as she and Peyton both leaned back as there was a comically high pile of empty plates and bowls from their gigantic binge as they struggled to catch their breath. The two gargantuan and rude tubs of lard tried to put a final stamp on things as they got ready to do their signature pose and obnoxious bellowing of 'Iiconic', only for a waitress to walk in between them and hand them the bill. "Oh, I'll pay for it." Billie insisted as she showed an act of generosity for her best, and only, friend as she looked down the comically large bit of paper as her smile of caring turned to a comically wide eyed expression. The "YOU GOTTA BE JOKIN' ME?!?!" was so loud that even people outside the restaraunt could've heard it. (This was really fun to write and I hope you guys like it, I've never wrote the Iiconics before, but if you want to see more of their obese adventures, let me know. )
  10. Authors Note: Hey guys and girls, I'm sorry for just spamming the My Stories section with rasslin' related fics, but, honestly, I have a lot of passion for professional wrestling as well as big girls and this one is a little bit different as it focuses in the 1990s at the height of the insanely popular Joshi movement (basically, Japanese female pro wrestling where even the most mediocre of wrestlers were still light years of what most of North America was offering at the time, cheers Moolah!) but Kris Nakagawa is an OC of mine based on Bull Nakano, Kris' whole thing is that she's a Japanese born girl who was raised in America, hence the Gaijinzilla nickname since Gaijin is slang for foreigner in Japan. So Kris has an American accent and speaks English as a first language, but she just happens to look Japanese and, also, this one'll be out of kayfabe since I find that is more fun to write. Hope you all like this and any criticism or thoughts is appreciated. Kris and Aja at 19 in the late 1980s. Kris and Aja in the early 1990s when they're both in their early 20s. ) 'Come on, you're an American, you might look Japanese, but you're not Japanese.' 'You're never going to make anything in this industry.' 'You should just go back to America and let the real women lead AJW into the future.' Those words were swimming around the 18 year old Kris Nakagawa's head as she continued to sweep up the dojo, everyone else was in bed considering it was 2am, but Kris was ordered to stay up and continue to sweep up. This wasn't something that the Japanese born Sacramento native expected, she knew that the training at the Japanese dojos could be; she could deal with waking up early and getting the shit kicked out of her, because everyone else was getting the same treatment. However, Kis was the only one who was being beaten up by her fellow students in the dojo, also, her teachers knew about these beatings that were going on independently of the beatings that the trainers were giving Kris. However, they weren't big fans of Kris because of the fact that she was a foreigner and they were all basically hoping that Kris would get fed up of all of the abuse and just leave. But the 18 year old with medium length, black hair had stayed there for a full year and was pushing herself through, she didn't want to give them the satisfaction of getting her to leave, this was Kris' dream ever since she was a 6 year old girl in California; she wanted to be a pro wrestler. She even moved back to Japan at the age of 16 and moved in with her aunt and uncle, who lived in Osaka and were only too happy to support their niece in her path of becoming a Joshi wrestler. That said, the one thing that had changed was Kris' body, Kris had started out as being quite scrawny, arriving at the AJW dojo at 17 years old and 130lbs, but now she was 18 and 170lbs but considering the abuse that she had been getting, she found herself getting larger due to her coping mechanism of eating when she was angry. Honestly, Kris thought it was her being 'Americanised' due to living in California since the age of 1, but she would regularly gorge herself on bowl after bowl of noodles, eating at a astonishing pace until she felt her engorged stomach lurch and swell like a balloon. While this meant that the fat jokes also increased from her tormentors at the dojo, Kris was also kept in shape thanks to the rough and hard training she was getting, so she had a lot of muscle underneath her increasingly big and chunky body. She was by no means out of shape and could be compared to a sumo wrestler; also, at least Kris had one legitimate friend in the dojo, Aja Kong, the daughter of a black American serviceman and a Japanese woman who was also bullied because of her skin tone. The two had known each-other since they both joined the dojo in the same week and agreed that they wouldn't let the bigots win, no matter how bad things got, but Aja was also showing the same interest in food that Kris was showing and, as a result, they were both getting larger and larger, but never going into being 'unhealthy' levels. But, as Kris continued to sweep up, she was just happy that she at least had one friend that believed in her, as well as her uncle and aunt. A year later, 1990. There was no way that even the bigoted and hateful coaches could deny it, Kris and Aja were as talented as could be, they had both seriously bulked up, with Kris' lower-half having thick legs that looked like tree trunks and just an overall rotund look for someone only 19 years old. Aja was more like a boulder, just round all over; but they both had not only overcame the bigotry that their trainers and their fellow trainees subjected them to; but they were finally going from young girls, rookies who would watch the veterans matches, to being in the ring. The two were clad in matching black bodysuits, almost bathing suit like attires that was typical of the AJW wrestlers to wear; honestly, they both looked like it wouldn't be too long before they outgrew them due to how skintight and snug the outfits were around the two heavyweight young women. Kris was weighing in at an even 200lbs, with her meals getting bigger as she got closer to actually being ready for in-ring competition. Aja also weighed in at just under that, weighing 195lbs and her body was straining against the bodysuit that they had both been crammed into. They also had a tag team name, Team Kaiju Monster Army, one night, Kris and Aja were brainstorming what their names would be over 15 bowls of sushi and Aja came up with Aja Kong as a reference to King Kong. Kris needed a similar name and came up with the Gaijinzilla, referencing her own ample body and as a way to own all the hatred she recieved for being more American than Japanese. Their two opponents were two of the main bullies who had teased and mocked both of them, honestly, the two girls were shocked that Kris and Aja had put up with years of hazing and discrimination, but now it was time for the two monsters to get thier own back; Honestly, the two girls were both slender and small, the tallest being a mere 5ft5. It looked like Kris and Aja could eat their opponents for a snack. The bell rang as Kris started off with one of the people who had tormented her years and, as a response, Kris got into the stance of a sumo wrestler, slamming her feet down on the ground in a wide stance as her ample belly shook with gusto as did her tree trunk thighs. "Come on, motherfucker!" Kris yelled in her American accent, giving the double middle finger to the girl as she stuck her tongue out. This match was going to be a squash match, anyway, but Kris and Aja weren't going to legitimately shoot on their former tormentors, they were professionals after all, as the scrawny girl tried to dropkick Kris, hitting 'The Gaijinzilla' right in the chest, but, all that happened was the girl just fell flat on her back, she had just bounced off of the 200lbs Osaka born Sacramento raised 19 year old. Aja and Kris looked to each-other and couldn't help but laugh in a malicious way, they thought that they might as well heel it up considering they already outweighed their opponents by a comical degree. "Come on, you fuckhead!" Kris again called out in English, slapping and brushing her boot up against the first tormentor, only to get a response that she wasn't expecting; as the girl yelled in Japanese. 'You fatty, you can't work, you're just an out of shape piggy.' That kayfabe breaking remark frustrated Kris, but she was honestly not that surprised, Kris just rolled her eyes only to get the girl dropkicking Kris again, all it did was cause Kris to stagger and her ample body to jiggle like jello. When the girl ran off the ropes, Kris showed her how well she could work as she casually leapfrogged over the girl, who rebounded off the other rope and came back at Kris, who nailed the much lighter girl with a huge dropkick, kipping up to her feet and yelling out to the fans. "America, Ichiban!" which was Japanese for 'America is number one!' Long story short, Kris and Aja just obliterated the two tormentors and looked like they they were final bosses from a video game, which was the entire point, however, they weren't finished impressing everyone yet as they continued their run as the top monsters of All Japan Women as the 1990s rolled around. 1994, Monsters Collide: Gaijinzilla vs. The Daughter Of Queen Kong. '300lbs' The 24 year old 'Gaijinzilla' was 300lbs, she had a big, sumo style stomach that jutted out and shook from side to side with every move, her face was round, a second chin on her still pretty face, her legs were just getting more huge, almost scraping together, they were that massive; Kris' arms jiggled with the slightest of movement. Kris just looked a combination of monstrous and beautiful, she had taken to wearing facepaint over her round, plump face, she wore tight t-shirts that could barely fit (they were large, but not on Kris' massive frame) and a black bodysuit that she wore the t-shirt over. That said, Aja, also in her mid 20s, was massive in her own right, she was 275lbs and her gear was a lot looser, she wore a pleather style pants, a top that was trying it's hardest to cover her stomach up as well as black kickpads and, like her Californian raised best friend/on-screen rival, she too wore face paint on her round face. The Sumo Hall venue was packed to the rafters, women's wrestling was as huge in Japan as Kris and Aja were and it really meant a lot to both of them that the two girls who were the black sheep of their training class were now main eventing one of All Japan Women's biggest shows. The bell rang as the two monsters just roared and charged at each-other, their huge bodies bashing into each-other in a vain attempt to get the other to move, the two didn't budge an inch as they just glared at each-other, Kris beating her chest, sending her 300lbs body into a wave of wobbles as she mocked Aja's 'King Kong' vibe. The lighter, but still huge Aja responded by headbutting the Gaijinzilla as Kris just shrugged it off and headbutted Aja in response. To say the fans were invested in this hoss battle for the ages was an understatement, the two women were technically heels, or in Aja's case a tweener, but the fans had a massive amount of respect for both of the monsters just slamming into each-other and roaring like demons. The two were just nailing each-other with stiff, brutal strikes, each one sending the respective woman's fat body into a series of ripples, especially Kris'. Kris panted a bit as she nailed Aja with a gigantic dropkick that actually sent Aja staggering against the ropes; as Kris' stomach heaved due to the sheer amount of bulk she was carrying around, Kris again charged at Aja, looking to send Aja over the top rope and out of the ring, only for Aja to catch a charging Gaijinzilla with her spinning backfist signature, that had put away many opponents. But Kris was one of the top monster heels in Joshi, so she wasn't going down so easily. That said, Kris did manage to nail Aja with a monstrous lariat, using her fat, doughy arms to just slam into Aja; but, all the while, Kris was selling like the backfist had taken it's toll on her, but, in kayfabe, The Gaijinzilla's hatred of Aja was overpowering. The two out of control, overweight monsters continued to just have a wild, insane brawl that wasn't technically sound, but it didn't need to be considering the two titans were just having a slugfest and the fans were eating it all up. The match ended after 15 minutes where Aja nailed Kris with 5 spinning backfists in a row and, Kris, knowing that she was beaten, was on her knees, looked up at Aja and just gave her the double middle finger before nailing Aja with one final lariat before she got snuffed out with a huge backdrop driver in which Kris was dropped right on the top of her spiked, blue hair, which, at this point, was messy and covered in sweat. As the two obese young women laid in the center of the ring, both spent from their all out war as the Japanese crowd was on their feet, cheering for both of them, it was safe to say that Kris and Aja had both earned a victory meal fitting of two main eventers. Hope you guys liked this, I mean, I think it might be a bit disjointed but I was just going off the cuff, so if it doesn't make sense then I apologise, but I hope you still find it interesting and I hope I did a good job describing the weight gain of Kris and Aja.
  11. (Hey guys, anyone who knows me knows that I love Nicole Matthews and her big, sexy, doughy body, I'm not the only one considering that she's a constant fixture of the Female Wrestlers chat and I just found this pic of her from ages ago and back when she didn't have a gut so big that it had it's own post-code, but I had the idea of her taking that photo at her current size, there's no real weight gain here...but this is just about Nicole's sheer bulk getting her in a bit of a jam. Hope you guys like it, let me know what you think, it's just some goofy fun.) Nicole grunted as she finished her 3rd burger of the day and threw the packaging into the nearest trash-can, her weight gain had been something that she had been well aware of, her formerly toned abs replaced by a soft layer of doughy, meaty flesh that shook with gusto with every movement. Her shirt was fitting her, but just barely and a bit of Nicole's stomach flesh could be seen at the bottom of the shirt. Her breathing was slightly laboured as she wheezed and panted a bit, she'd let herself go but that was the entire point; she wasn't any worse in the ring, she had just realised that there was no point in trying to maintain abs when you weren't allowed to enter the US for years due to a paper-work issue. Her arms were big and large, it didn't take a lot for them to start shaking; the Canadian's legs were covered by some snug jeans, her ass was big and rotund, to the point where Nicole adopted the super heavyweight spot of trying to sit on her opponents when she got sunset flipped...and always missing, as is tradition. The thing was, Nicole wash a heavyweight, tipping the scales at 220lbs, a far cry from how slim she used to be. However, Nicole thought that if she was going to pile on the pounds, she shouldn't bother hiding it. The former SHIMMER Women Athletes star wiped her round, pretty face with the back of her hand due to the fact that she had crumbs from the 3 burgers on her plump face, which had a slight second chin; her cheeks looked noticeably rounder, too, but that just made Nicole seem even more adorable. She reached her hand around to rub her gurgling stomach to settle it a bit, she had gained weight but she wasn't an out of control glutton...not yet, anyway and she knew she needed to just relax after her 'snack' of 3 burgers. As the Canadian indy wrestler walked through the mall, her fat ass, ample gut, her meaty arms and her thunder thighs all jiggling in a highlight of how much the Vancouver native had let herself go, but, as Nicole looked around, she stopped when she saw one of those old kids toys in the design of a fire truck that had the Sesame Street characters of Burt and Ernie on it. Nicole remembered when she took a photo of herself on it before she let herself go. "Hmm, could be a fun Transformation Tuesday." Nicole mused to herself as she rubbed her ample gut, which was hanging over the waistband of her jeans and shaking with hardly any effort from the increasingly overweight indy wrestler; she walked towards the kids toy, not really caring if people gave her looks, her size meant that she got stares from people anyway. She felt her ample, tree trunk legs nearly scraping together as she got closer to the ride that was far too small for her. Nicole slowly lifted one of her big, heavy legs up, struggling to fit it into the toy, she moaned a bit as she tried to not cause the entire thing to collapse underneath her sheer bulk; her breathing became more tender and light as Nicole managed to ungracefully squeeze her 220lbs body into the cart, her fat ass actually being far too big for the seat. That said, feeling how fat her rear was made Nicole feel proud, not only that, but her side rolls of her ample gut started to overflow the side of the ill-fitting kids ride like an ocean of doughy water. "God, you're such an idiot, Nic'." Nicole chuckled to herself as she patted her spare tire, she was surprised that she'd actually managed to get her ample body onto the tiny kids ride, although she thought she might have heard it groan under her weight; but Nicole just brushed it off. She didn't realise, or take notice of the fact that her gut had actually wedged her in; her own ample stomach was cutting into the ride. "Oooh...yeah, you really are a fucking idiot!" Nicole winced out, not chuckling as much, she closed her eyes and tried to ignore the pain, it didn't take long for her to get her phone out at take a photo of herself on the comically undersized ride; but, now that the photo was taken, it just dawned on Nicole that she had to now find a way to get herself out of the predicament that she had put herself in. She really hadn't thought this through as she placed her hands on the side of the ride, struggling and straining to make it out. But all that did was cause a sensation of pain to wash over her, the Canadian veteran winced and felt like hundreds of needles were being stuck into her body all at once with every movement, she breathed heavily and felt sweat starting to form on her forehead. "Why did you have to skip cardio day!?" Nicole grunted to herself at her lack of care for her own conditioning, then again, she just thought that it didn't make a difference how good her cardio was; her 220lbs body was making it almost impossible for her to squeeze herself out. Nicole was getting a bit desperate as she felt an increasingly noticeable twinge of pain, it was like when she once overate at a local eatery and ended up wedged in to the table, only, this time, she pain was more pronounced. She was actually glad that there wasn't that many people around to see her like this; then again, that also meant that there was hardly anyone around to help the overweight former Mae Young Classic 2 participant. The heavy Canadian was really starting to find the pain unbearable as she winced, gurgled and started to feel almost unwell thanks to how big and tender her bloated stomach was, it seemed like Nicole's laziness and indifference to her own weight gain was catching up with her. Her body let out an orchestra of groans and gurgles as Nicole felt herself leaning to one side, that's when she got an idea. The 220lbs Vancouver native started to rock her rotund body from side to side as much as she could, it was an attempt to force herself out of the relatively small entry point; Nicole had no idea how she had even squeezed herself in, but she was determined to get herself out. Her fat was shaking and wobbling, her meaty arms were getting the closest thing to a work-out that Nicole had given them in almost a year. "Come the fuck on, you can do this!!" Nicole snapped out to herself for motivation as she continued to rock herself back and forth, causing the ride she had squeezed herself onto to groan under her weight as her girth continued to shake and wobble like jelly. Breathing heavily as she felt her lack of conditioning really effect her, Nicole was already out of breath after barely a minute of trying to free herself from a kids ride. "Fuck!" Nicole cursed under her breath as she leaned back, breathing heavily, her round face was beet red and sweaty, her belly was heaving with every heavy breath and even sweat stains could be seen through the material of her shirt. Nicole closed her eyes and massaged her groaning tub of lard that was her gut in an attempt to ease the pain that she was feeling. "OK, I can do this! I don't need cardio to do this! Fuck cardio!" Nicole psyched herself up by reminding herself of how much she loathed cardio (or working out in general.) As she had waited for a few minutes, with as much energy as her over 200lbs body would allow her to have, the sweaty blob that nobody would believe was an athlete; Nicole started to rock herself from side to side again and, this time, it actually worked; Nicole found herself comically falling out of the side of the ride, her fat girth landing on the floor of the mall and sending her bulbous body into a fit of shaking. Nicole just laid there on her back, as if her blob of a belly was pinning her down, she let out a cacophony of moans and gurgles as Nicole weakly threw up one of her fat, meaty arms as she boasted out with a wheeze. "Yes! I did it, I managed to get myself out of a kids ride!" Nicole overdramatically exclaimed, as if what she did was a crowning achievement. Now came the herculean task (for Nicole, anyway) of heaving herself to her feet after the most physical activity that the corpulant Canadian had put herself through in months! Placing her hands onto the floor, Nicole slowly and ungracefully heaved herself up to her feet, her own fat gut and sheer weight was getting in her way and making a simple task something that forced Nicole to, again, break out into an undignified sweat. But, after around 10 minutes of undignified straining and grunting, the sweaty tub of lard known as Nicole Matthews had got herself up to her feet. Putting her hands on her hips and feeling her side fat overflowing her waistband, Nicole knew what she needed to do. "I think I've earned some KFC!" as Nicole lumbered off, without even realising that her fat ass had left a huge indentation on the seat, then again, even if Nicole had realised it, she probably wouldn't have cared, it wasn't her fault that the ride wasn't made for a grown, 220lbs woman.
  12. (Hi, guys, this is something slightly different, a bit less realistic than my other fics and featuring two actual wrestlers, Toni Storm and Session Moth Martina and it was inspired by a picture of Toni and Martina on one of those mechanical bull's, it's not really focused on weight gain as it is about Martina and Toni just being out of control and obese on a wild night out; I turn 24 years old tomorrow so I thought I'd give you guys something different, hope you like it and interested to see your thoughts. These are the two pictures in question that inspired this. ) "God, that really hit the spot!" Martina announced in her Irish accent, her bulbous, almost comically sized stomach shaking and swaying like a water balloon, Martina's breathing was heavy and not just because she had devoured a grand total of "Two orders of everything...plus dessert and all your alcohol!" as she put it, but because the immense Irishwoman tipped the scales at a massive 465lbs. Martina's neck was a distant memory, now covered with a noticeable second chin and the start of a third chin on it's way, her gut was simply massive, entering a room before the rest of Martina's equally flabby body; the Session Moth's legs, which were covered by some custom sized, but still barely fitting black tights, were almost tree trunk sized and scrapped together; which gave Martina a lumbering, ungainly waddle. But, the area that the 'Supersized Session Moth' was most proud of was that gargantuan gut that stuck out ahead of her, however, Martina wasn't the only behemoth blonde beauty as she felt a pair of fat fingers reach around her huge gut to give it a big squeeze. "Dude, you if I hadn't have dragged you out of there, you would've done even more damage." an Australian accent was heard behind Martina as her piggish partner in crime chimed in. Toni Storm responded, she was a different sort of obese to Martina, the younger Toni tipped the scales at a mammoth 450lbs and, unlike Martina, who's weight had concentrated around her huge midsection; Toni's weight had hit her infamously ample lower-half. Toni already had a big ass and a set of thunder thighs and that was before she and Martina redefined what it meant to 'Let yourself go'. The pale blue jeans that Toni wore were so skintight that they looked like a second skin, her asscheeks resembled two planets that were squashed together and stuffed full of jelly with the way they quaked and wobbled with every heavy step that the obese Australian took. Toni's gut wasn't anything shabby, either, although it didn't have it's own potential gravitational pull that she was sure Martina's had, it was still very eye-catching. "Now, where to next, we've already spent, like, a shit load on booze and food..." Toni asked as she and Martina ungainly lumbered down the side-walk, both of them were so packed full of food and booze that it was a miracle that they could even waddle in a straight line. "What you call a 'shit-load', I call an appetizer." Martina taunted as she wobbled her engorged to the gills stomach, only to stop and wince in pain. "OK, maybe we need to digest a bit?" Martina suggested as she stopped outside a night-club that was still open, "Let's just crash here, let our belly's get settled" Martina insisted as she started to make her way into the establishment. Or, at least, she tried to as the near 500lbs wide load got her wide, rotund body wedged into the door-frame, not only getting herself stuck, but preventing anyone else from leaving; as Martina awkwardly looked around and smiled to the nearby patrons; who were understandably unsure of what to make of the huge behemoth trying to lumber her way into the nightclub. Martina struggled and desperately tried to free herself, but her obese body meant that she wasn't going anywhere. "Hey, Toni, a bit of help!" Martina blabbered out, comically out of breath from the half-hearted attempts to squeeze through, Toni, however, was too busy laughing and taking photos of her best friend to be of much help. "I'm just enjoying the view, fat ass" Toni even gave a big, double spank to Martina's fat ass, causing the flesh to shake from the force of the blow, which then had a ripple effect through Martina's entire 465lbs body. "Just fucking help me!" Martina snapped out in frustration as she heard Toni give a hearty chuckle, with an eyeroll, Martina was about to ask for the patrons to help her, however, before she could, she felt Toni using her 450lbs body as a battering ram, trying to bulldoze the slightly heavier Martina through the ill-fitting doorframe. Martina felt the discomfort increasing as she tried to keep herself calm as Toni constantly rammed her own fat body into Martina's. It took about 5 minutes, which, for Martina, felt more like 5 hours, but the Supersized Session Moth was finally sent staggering into the establishment, her titanic flesh still shaking and, now, Martina was beet red and gasping for breath. "OK, let's see you get through, wide load!" Martina teased Toni, who responded by giving her best friend a middle finger. "Come on, Toni, you can do this!" Toni psyched herself up as she waddled to the doorframe and, instead of recklessly bulldozing her way in like Martina, Toni slowly shuffled herself in, trying to go in sideways. Toni let out a few grunts of discomfort as she winced in slight amounts of pain as she felt her gut pressing up against the doorframe. But Toni managed to squeeze herself in with a lot more 'grace' than Martina. "Show off." Martina scoffed to the smirking Toni as the two titanic young women waddled their obese frame's through the night-club, there was loud, pounding music, a bar to order drinks from, a dance floor and one of those mechanical bull's that drunken party goers tried to stay on without getting bucked off. Toni decided that it was best to try and catch her breath as she waddled over to one of the booth's and slowly lowered her comically fat lower half onto the ill-fitting seats. Meanwhile, Martina had wobbled off to go and get some more booze for the two, Toni's gut heaved as she placed her plump hands on it, giving the overhanging flesh a big squeeze as she couldn't help but smile widely, she didn't care about the stares she and Martina got, they were both happy and embracing their lifestyles of gluttony and hedonism. It didn't take long before Martina ungracefully waddled her out of shape body back to where Toni was sitting, placing a tray of alcoholic beverages down in front of them, Martina and Toni both grabbed two shot glasses each before gulping them both down at once. Toni was never going to get used to that as she coughed and gagged, while Martina was totally uneffected. "Come on, fat ass, let's have some fun, let's shake our flab and get down with our bad selves!" Martina encouraged, her speech was getting a bit slurred, but Martina was still able to 'dance' as best she could, her countless fat folds shaking as Martina shook her body in an attempt to get Toni to dance with her. "I'm good." Toni insisted as she couldn't help but smile as she saw Martina's 465lbs body wobble right in front of her; cheekily reaching over, Toni went to give Martina's belly fat a squeeze, only for Martina to turn around and show off her cellulite cratered ass. Teasingly bending over as much as she could, Martina waited for Toni to give her another spank and Toni delievered, Martina felt both of Toni's meaty hands and sausage like fingers make contact with her doughy buns; causing Martina to stagger forward and turn back to Toni. "How come you have the fatter arse and you don't let me touch it?" Martina teasingly pouted like a spoilt child. "Wait until we hit 500lbs each and then see what happens" Toni coyly taunted, even blowing Martina a kiss as Martina just stuck her tongue out before she lumbered off to the dance floor, her fat bouncing in a way that drew Toni to it. Toni took a few more drinks from the tray of booze as she watched Martina bust out some of the most outdated dance moves of all time. The Sprinkler, The Running Man (which Martina stopped after nearly bashing her gut into a couple dancing, and she was out of breath after trying the 'Running Man' for 5 seconds) but, the highlight was when Martina put her fat ass to good use and started to twerk, her cheeks quivered with gusto as Toni couldn't help but just appreciate Martina's insane amount of self confidence. After about ten minutes of Martina's ungraceful boogying, the titanic Irish lass lumbered back to where Toni was, breathing heavily and sweating buckets. "See, I'm *huff* totally *urp* in shape!" Martina stammered out, putting her hands on her beefy knees to try and catch her breath. "Here, babe, have some refueling." Toni handed Martina a bottle of whiskey as Martina took it and started to chug it, but she was so hazy from the dancing that she missed her mouth on a few of the chugs, causing the booze to end up in her cleavage and onto her belly. Martina then slammed the bottle of whiskey onto the table and felt the gas building up. "Buuuurp" Martina let out a alcohol fuelled belch and sighed contentedly afterwards. "That's better...cheers, Ton'" Martina thanked Toni, only for the two of them to hear a crash, looking over, they realised that a patron had been bucked off the mechanical bull. The two looked at the bull, then back to each-other as they seemed to have the same idea. After another two shots and a painfully awkward process of helping the titanic, beer filled Toni up to her feet, the two increasingly intoxicated young women staggered and swayed to the mechanical bull. "You want to see something impressive?!" Martina slurred out, barely able to keep her near 500lbs body standing upright as she addressed the patrons with beer fuelled bravado. "My big, fat, 465lbs ass will ride this bull...But not only that...Titanic Toni Storm in all her 450lbs gluttonous, gargantuan glory will also ride this bull...it can hold our weight, surely." The other patrons looked at the intoxicatd and immense duo, while they were sure that the bull couldn't hold one of these two land whales, let alone both of them, they weren't about to stop the drunken duo from embarrassing themselves. However, even heaving themselves onto the bull was going to be a challenge as Martina was out of breath even trying to grip onto the bull. "One second" Martina tried to save face as she strained and wheezed in a sad display, it took 10 patrons to actually help Martina on the bull. "Whoo!" Martina drunkenly hollered as she waved her flabby, jiggling arms; not realising that the bull was already groaning under her fat ass. Toni was next as she needed only 5 patrons to heave herself onto the bull, Toni's gut was melting into Martina's back fat and Toni's fat ass was so oversized that it was oozing over the edges of the bull. "Why do I get the feeling that this was a bad idea?" Toni questioned to the laughing and hollering Martina, who was finally registering how much drink had gone into her system. "Come on, what's the worst that could happ-AAAGGH!" Martina was cut off as the mechnical bull just collapsed under the combined weight of the two near 500lbs tubs of lard, the bull collapsed with a loud clang of metal and then Martina and Toni's bodies hit the party floor with such force that it actually seemed to shake the building. Sitting in a heap, the two dazed and confused fat asses tried to collect their wits about them as they both looked upwards to see a bunch of patrons filming the incident as Martina and Toni looked at each-other and decided that, whatever damages they would have to pay would be worth it because they had one of the best night's out ever. "God, if they think we do damage now; they should see us when we get to 500lbs!" Toni smiled as Martina flashed a wide smile back as she added on "If anything, these places aren't ready for Titanic Toni and the Supersized Moth!" (I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope you guys enjoyed reading this as I did writing this. )
  13. Drytuner

    Wrasslin'

    Don't you dare tell me you never thought what Kairi Sane would look like with couple more pounds.
  14. (Hey guys, this idea just randomly came to me an hour or so ago featuring Nia Jax, her reluctant tag team partner Shayna Baszler and Nia's new squeeze Reginald; Nia Jax has always been big but since returning in 2020, she's looked even bigger and more lumbering than usual. Although I'm not her biggest fan as a wrestler, I can't help but find her stuff with Shayna kinda entertaining. It's been a while since I wrote something but I hope you guys and gals like it? I kinda based this RP, and the attires on this segment.) "Seriously, Nia?? Is there ever a time when you're not stuffing your face?" Shayna Baszler asked with irritation dripping from her voice as she looked at her tag team partner and fellow WWE Women's Tag Team Champion Nia Jax, the two hadn't been booked on RAW and had arrived on Smackdown, if nothing else than to pick a fight due to the fact that the duo were notorious for their bullying, it was the one thing that the two seemed to have in common. "Don't be jealous, Shayna; I've got to keep this figure up" Nia casually responded with the smuggest smirk on her admittedly pretty face as she demolished a burger in three big bites and patted her ever expanding stomach; Nia had always been on the bigger side, it was what helped her stand out, but thanks to a serious injury in mid 2019 and nearly a year off, Nia had gotten even bigger than before. The fact that she was slower, more lumbering and ungainly didn't seem to bother Nia, she had Shayna do most of the work, anyway while Nia just came in to throw her weight around; but Shayna had noticed that Nia had been eating more and more recently, due to the fact that being a champion inflated Nia's already unbearably large ego even more. The Samoan powerhouse messed with Shayna a bit by intentionally slamming her increasingly massive, jean covered hip into her. "Hey, watch where you're going, Shay'" Nia cockily said, wanting to rile Shayna up as Shayna nearly went slamming into the wall thanks to Nia's ever increasing bulk, Nia's face had always been pretty, but this time she was starting to get a rounder face with a double chin becoming more prominent; her arms were bigger and made Nia's strikes hurt that much more, her already huge legs were almost scraping together and were resembling tree trunks. Jax's ass that she used as a weapon in a lot of her matches was expanding at a great rate and Nia was flaunting her fat ass; it wobbled like jello in an earthquake and could do some serious damage if Nia wanted to. But her biggest part was her stomach, barely able to fit into her ever tightening ring gear, it quaked and bounced with every step that Nia took and just made her black t-shirt that she had squeezed into look insanely tight. "My god, you're the absolute worst!" Shayna scowled, she had never been Nia's biggest fan, hell, they were beating the tar out of each-other before they were forced to be a tag team, but even after months and months of teaming together, Nia's seemingly limitless ego and her taunting had only gotten worse over time; but Shayna was willing to put up with it if it meant that she got to be a champion. However, as the two were walking down the hallway, with Nia's body meaning that Shayna had to walk slightly behind Nia so she didn't get sandwiched between Nia's fat ass and the wall; Nia stopped for a second, causing Shayna to walk right into Nia's big, fleshy back; which sent Nia's body into a slight bout of wobbling. "Hey, wha-" Shayna was about to say only for Nia to cut her off with a rude 'Talk to the hand' gesture to shut her partner up, Nia had a smirk on her face, like she had an idea brewing as Shayna realised that Nia was looking at Reginald, the Somalian Sommelier that had previously been the running buddy of Carmella, but judging by his miserable walk and the fact he was wheeling a suitcase behind him, it seemed like that partnership had ended as soon as it had begun. The sight of someone to bully caused Shayna to maliciously smirk as, like a jock in a 1980s high school movie, Shayna intentionally called out to Reginald "Oh, hey, Nia, look, it's Reginald; you don't look so good...what happened? Carmella kicked you to the curb?" Shayna laughed cruelly as Nia's smirk only grew, her second chin getting more noticeable with her sly grin. Nia had a plan in mind, a bit of fun to liven her life up a bit; plus it would annoy Shayna, which was always a plus. "I don't know, Shayna, I think he looks really good." Nia smirked as Shayna's bullying smirk turned to a one of legitimate confusion at Nia's comment and Reginald also looked confused as Nia continued with her talk to the man. "I mean, he's all alone, hell, even we've got each-other...well, kinda, but it's better than being on your own. We can't just leave him on his own, can we?" "What are you talking about, of course we can?!" Shayna yelled out in frustration only for Nia to just chuckle a bit as she placed her hand on the smaller man's shoulder, her grin only spreading as she turned on the charm. "Ignore her, Reggie; you see, I'm many things, and I often don't care what people think, but the one thing I pride myself on being is loyal, look at this, I hate Shayna's guts and she hates me, but I'm loyal to her because we're champions...so if I'm loyal to someone that I don't like, Imagine what I'd be like with someone that I really, really like?" Nia smirked as Shayna's mouth hung out, for once, the former MMA fighter was at a loss for words. "I-" Reginald started to say only to be shushed when Nia's plump finger covered his lips as she almost seductively shushed him as Shayna felt like she was going to hurl, which was good, because the last thing Nia wanted was Shayna getting in the way. "What do you say we go and get to know each-other? I could do with a lovely meal and you can even pick the wine." Nia teased as she effortlessly scooped up Reginald over one shoulder and looked to Shayna. "See you in a few hours...maybe; catch ya' later, Shayna." Nia winked and walked off with Reginald over one shoulder and Nia's women's tag team championship over the other shoulder as Shayna was there, just standing dumbfounded at what had transpired. ------------------------- A few hours later. "Ohhh...Reggie, you sure know how to treat a girl." Nia panted out as she leaned back, her already tight jeans had to be unbuttoned to let her belly get some breathing room, while she had told Reginald that it was a meal to get to know each-other, it seemed more like it was an excuse for Nia to get to know the limits of what she could eat; she had left a pile of empty plates, bowls, platters and empty wine glasses in her wake. She had gorged herself on so much, without even asking if Reginald was hungry, but she viewed it as a case of 'Well, he didn't say anything, so he mustn't have minded?' as Nia leaned back and felt her stuffed stomach raise and fall with every heavy, but happy breath that she took, she looked to Reginald and tried to focus on him, but a combination of all the booze and the food she'd devoured had left her in one hell of a food coma. "Miss Jax; are you OK?" Reginald asked as he saw Nia looked a bit uncomfortable from all her eating and for good reason, Nia had never ate that much in her entire life, but she couldn't remember a time where she felt happier and, despite the fact that she was too busy feasting to really make conversation or let Reginald get a word in edgewise, she was as happy as she was bloated. "-Buurrrp-...you're so cute, call me Nia." Nia smiled a bit as she panted and wheezed, she struggled to catch her breath as the staff who had to deal with the obnoxious and gluttonous Samoan went to clean up the plates left from Nia's rampage of greed; however, as a young waitress went over to the two, Nia didn't even wait for her to say anything as she flippantly gestured one hand to Reggie while using her other had to massage her groaning and gurgling belly. "He's paying for it" as Reginald was about to protest, since he'd not had a single scrap of food and Nia had eaten so much that even the overweight heel herself had lost count, or just didn't care; but before he could say anything, Nia just pouted and fluttered her eyes at him, that look on her gorgeous face held some power over Reginald, maybe it was Nia giving Reginald some company after Carmella kicked him out? But Reginald found himself paying for the feast that Nia had gorged on. "Thanks, babe, you're the best..." Nia smiled as she stared off into space thanks to how much she'd drank and how much she'd ate, but she still tried to heave herself up, only to grunt in discomfort; her new bulk had left her out of breath as even the act of trying to sit up had got her panting and gasping for air. She was so stuffed that she wasn't going anywhere, she layed back and groaned in irritation. "Ooh Reggie..." Nia called out in an almost sing-songy voice, she smiled sweetly at him to get him to help her, it was less of a boyfriend and girlfriend and more Nia manipulating Reginald and using him to be her servant due to Nia's immense greed, arrogance and laziness. Reginald was up as he grabbed a hold of Nia's wrist, Nia had put on god knows how many pounds at this point and moving her was like moving a car; only Nia complained more. "Come on, Reggie! I thought you were meant to be strong and tough!" Nia complained as she was stuck, unable to move herself and Reginald wasn't much help, in fact it just left Reginald out of breath, too; this caused Nia to give a childish, petty whine; she really didn't want to have to do this, but she wasn't moving unless the restaurant had a crane, struggling to fit her fingers in into her jeans pockets, Nia finally pulled out her phone. After a while of her food stained, greasy fingers prodding at the keys, she finally rang up Shayna, who, after a few rings, answered and she didn't sound too happy. 'Nia!? What do you want?! Where the hell are you?! It's 2am!!' "Nice to hear from you too, partner; listen, I've got a bit of a -BURRP-..'scuse me, problem...I may have overdone it at the date with Reginald and, well, I'm stuck." Nia decided to just be honest with Shayna as she groaned and grunted, feeling her packed to the gills belly gurgle and slosh around due to the incredible amount of food that Nia had piled away. After a few seconds, Shayna just burst out laughing as Nia rolled her eyes and childishly scrunched up her face as her tag team partner finally calmed herself down and was able to form words, again. 'Oh my god, I've got to see this; I'll be right over, but just because seeing your fat ass stuck is going to be too good to pass up, see you in a bit, Jumbo Jax!' Honestly, Nia liked that nickname a lot more than Shayna had probably intended for her to, as the smirk appeared on Nia's rounder, slightly food and grease covered face as she looked over to Reggie and boasted to him "I think I can get used to this, if you don't mind you paying for me, Reggie, Jumbo Jax'll show you a really good time..." Nia flirted as she seductively fondled her own huge stomach and showed her true greed by snapping her fingers and calling out to the staff. "Hey, anyone got any dessert!? I want to make things even harder for my associate...and, yes, Reggie, you're having to pay, I forgot my credit card." Nia shrugged her hefty shoulders, she was also lying through her teeth, she hadn't forgotten her credit card, she was just too selfish to use her own money to fund feasts like this, it was much more fun for her to just manipulate someone like Reginald into running around after her and tending to her every whim. If Nia wasn't ** on wine and a massive amount of food, she was now ** on the power that she had over Reginald and planned to exploit it, she wanted to see how much Reggie's credit card could last when Jumbo Jax was going to have feasts like this on a regular basis.
  15. Authors Note: I'm back with another one shot fic that I might to more of; like, different fics of the same character, but, as of now, I'm just doing one shots to get back into the swing of things; I've had the idea of Ana Tuati in my head for a while and, basically, she's a version of Nia Jax, although there are a few differences: She's from New Zealand, she's 26 and Ana was also a member of the New Zealand female rugby team called the Black Ferns; so she was a legitimate athlete before getting into pro wrestling, which she had been a fan of since she was a kid. Also, Ana is less dangerous than Nia, she's more agile than Nia, more charismatic than Nia and Ana is actually in great shape, despite being over 300lbs due to the fact she was a badass rugby player and her job was to run into the opposition really, really fast and just bulldoze them down. To anyone who watched the Royal Rumble 2019, I changed the order around of the numbers, but I think it fits, honestly. This doesn't really feature any 'weight gain' because Ana is already over 300lbs in general and curvy is an understatement when it comes to the New Zealander; with that, here's some pics to show how damn big the 26 year old former rugby player is and how good she looks in even the most unflattering attires; with that, let's get on with it. "New Zealand Black Ferns player Ana Tuati involved in drunken brawl in Singapore." "One of the best players on the Black Ferns was involved in a scuffle that started over her being heckled by a group of males that ended up with Ana headbutting one of the men and smashing another's head into the side of a bar." "She was defending her teammates and standing up for herself, but she should've been the bigger person; she was just so fast and strong for her size and she has issued a statement saying that she was resigning from the Black Ferns out of shame." You couldn't listen to any sports channel in New Zealand, or around the world without hearing about the story of Ana Tuati responding to sexist hecklers at a bar by just wiping the floor with them; however, despite a lot of people supporting Ana, Ana knew that she wasn't going to get away with it and, in a way, she didn't want to be let off the hook. It was her mistake and Ana had no problems admitting that. That was why she resigned from the Black Ferns female rugby team in the first place; she didn't want her actions to effect the rest of the team, however, Ana's size and speed for her bulk was always impressive, people compared her to a "freight train with no brakes" and, honestly, Ana didn't mind that comparison. However, that was in the past, her rugby career was in the past and she was now following her other passion. Professional wrestling; Ana made her debut after being signed to the WWE in late 2016 at the age of 23, after the legal issues with the barroom brawl had died down, she had spent just under a year working for the NXT developmental brand and she had really impressed. It was clear that she had something special, she had a lot of confidence and swagger, her size didn't mean she was some slow, lumbering glacier. It wasn't too long before Ana was put on the main roster in mid-to-late 2017 and she instantly made an impact, after vignettes hyping her up and using her legitimate sporting background and the barroom brawl, they had done a great job building Ana up as this brutish monster who would do whatever she wanted and dare people to stop her. That said, Ana was getting bored of the company's lack of care they were giving to their women. It was all 'Women's Evolution' this and 'Women's Evolution' that and, honestly, it disgusted Ana, not because she didn't feel like the women could be used better; but because it was the WWE's own fault for giving the notion that the women were eye candy. Ana even got some heat on herself for saying in a shoot radio interview in her homeland of New Zealand. "Basically, WWE are patting themselves on the back for shattering the glass ceiling; even though they were the ones who put up that glass ceiling in the first place." But, now, after just being employed by the WWE for around 3 years, Ana was in the all female Royal Rumble match at the 2019 event; as her theme hit and the New Zealand stormed to the ring, she was number 30 in the Rumble, which made her feel even more confident that she had the rumble in the bag; her 315lbs body clinging to a black and teal bodysuit. It wasn't very flattering; but Ana didn't really care, she wasn't a fashion model, she was a wrestler and she was going to kick ass, regardless what she was wearing. As the fans jeered and booed Ana, who just smirked a bit, she was used to getting shit all her life, even back in the Black Ferns, so some neckbeards who wore Bullet Club shirts weren't going to phase her. But, before she entered the ring, which was full of some of the top women in all of wrestling, including Charlotte, Ruby Riott, the insanely over Becky Lynch and NXT's Kairi Sane, who had just been thrown over the top rope by Charlotte to loud boos as she landed at Ana's feet. Ana had never really met Kairi, or had a problem with her, but she was just a blood thirsty thug, she enjoyed beating people up and she made no bones about the fact that she didn't NEED to join the WWE; she joined the WWE because she was a brute who loved to destroy people and show her own power. So, like a true, schoolyard bully, Ana picked up Kairi by the hair and mockingly taunted her in her New Zealand accent. "Oooh, so close, Kairi; looks like your pirate ship's been sunk." as Ana launched Kairi right into the barricade with a huge thud as the fans winced at the force that Kairi hit the barricade with; as the referee's tried to get the 315lbs behemoth away from the much smaller Japanese 'Pirate Princess', Ana just showed what she thought of them by shoving one of the officials into the ring apron. "I do whatever the hell I want! Don't you ever touch me again!" Ana barked out at the other officials as she grabbed a hold of Kairi, nailed her with a massive headbutt, smiling maliciously all the while as she got Kairi up in a powerbomb position before driving her right on the outside with a sickening thud from a massive powerbomb. "Now get this piece of trash out of my sight!" Ana ordered at the officials, acting like she owned the place. But Ana hadn't even entered the match yet, she just beat up Kairi for her own sick amusement, as she slid into the ring; the 315lbs New Zealander nailed Ruby Riott with a gigantic running dropkick that showed just how agile Ana was for someone so large. Springing back up to her feet, Ana outstretched her arms and had a big smile on her face, the violence loving brute in her was loving the carnage that she was causing. "Who else wants a piece of me?!" Ana hollered arrogantly, thumping her chest a bit, as she turned around and got hit with a big boot, courtesy of Charlotte Flair, which staggered Ana, but didn't knock her down; it would take a lot more than that to get the goliath from Aucklund down. As Charlotte ran off the ropes, she was caught by Ana in a huge swinging sidewalk slam, also known as the Bossman Slam, it was one of Ana's signature moves as she swung Charlotte around and nearly planted her through the mat. Ana was one on knee as she casually brushed her shoulders, she was fresh and Becky had been in since number 7; so she was the one who was most worn out, as Ana stood back up and even mocked Charlotte by strutting in a manner similar to Ric Flair. However, Ana noticed that Becky Lynch, the favourite in the match and the fans' hero, was staggering up to her feet; she was worn out and tired, but she wasn't giving up. "Come on, Becky! You've got no chance against me! You might be "The Man" but I'm The Mountain!" Ana bragged, arrogantly and patronisingly taunting Becky as she even cockily sauntered up to Becky and patted her on her head. But; Becky wasn't having some behemoth Kiwi patronise her like that as she stood up a bit, glared up at Ana and nailed the former rugby player with a massive headbutt; which staggered Ana, but seemed to anger her more than anything. "You don't headbutt someone with Samoan genetics, you dumbass!" Ana barked out as she grabbed Becky by the hair and hoisted her up for that powerbomb finisher of hers, the same one that took out Kairi Sane before Ana even officially entered the match. However, Ana felt someone grab her leg; it was the dazed Ruby Riott, who had entered at number 15 and made it much longer than anyone expected her to get. Sighing in frustration, Ana nailed Becky with the powerbomb, powerbombing her away from Ruby before the New Zealand grabbed the tattooed leader of the Riott Squad up and threw her over the top rope, eliminating Ruby from the match to a loud chorus of boos, despite the fact that both women were heel. "Oh, boo! waaah!" Ana mocked the fans, pretending to cry before laughing in that incredibly smug and entitled way of hers. Turning around, Ana grabbed a hold of Becky and ran off the ropes, looking to hit Becky with her shoulder tackle signature, despite it being a regular shoulder tackle, Ana put so much force and power into it, plus she had her Rugby background, it was a move that had gotten really over in 2019. She was looking for the chance to, not only eliminate Becky, but crush the hopes and dreams of her many, many fans out of pure pettiness. But, before Ana could make contact with her shoulder tackle, called 'The Pounce' due to it looking like Ana was a lioness chasing her prey, she was cut off with a huge big boot to the side of the head from Charlotte. Although Charlotte hate Becky, she didn't want to be in the ring with the over 300lbs Ana, plus, if anyone was going to be eliminating Becky, it was Charlotte. The boot had caught Ana in the side of the head and left her staggered and against the ropes. The fans popped as Becky and Charlotte looked to each-other in reluctance, but they knew they might not get the chance to eliminate the Black Ferns Bruiser; they both ran forward and dropkicked Ana at the same time, Ana was still staggered and her own size worked against her as it made it easier for Ana to go sailing over the top rope and to the floor, eliminating her from the women's royal rumble to a loud pop. Although the match would go on to be won by Becky Lynch, which was something that even a cynical wrestling audience couldn't complain about, Ana made the second biggest impact of the match besides Becky herself. However, this wasn't the end of Ana's night at the Royal Rumble. Later on, nearing the end of the Men's Royal Rumble match. Ana was insulted, fuming mad, too, she had lost the match that she came out at number 30 at; it was almost a sure-thing that she would've won, but her own arrogance cost her, of course, Ana would never blame herself for being eliminated. The mere idea that it was her own fault that she got eliminated because of her trash-talk and arrogance was offensive to the young woman from New Zealand. But now she was backstage and watching the men's royal rumble, sitting by the gorilla position and looking surlier than usual as she chugged from a bottle of water; while still in her gear, she didn't want to get changed with the other women, they didn't like her and she didn't like them. Especially since Kairi and her buddy Io Shirai wouldn't be happy with Ana's unprovoked attack on Kairi. But, as Ana saw R-Truth, the number 30 entrant walk by, getting ready to go out there; she got an idea in her head, the wheels started to turn as a malicious little grin formed on her face. "Hey, Truth!" Ana called out, which got the man's attention, normally, Ana was rude, spiteful and nothing more than a high school bully who never really grew up, so the fact she was even talking to him was unexpected. "Good luck out there...be careful, though, in the rumble, you've always gotta have eyes in the back of your head, you never know who might come up, do ya'?" Ana stood up and gave Truth a uncharacteristic pat on the back, seemingly of encouragement. As Truth's god-awful theme song hit and he made his way through the curtain to enter at number 30 in the Men's Royal Rumble, Ana handed her bottle of water to a staff member who she didn't know, or care about to know the name of. "Touch this, nameless corporate stooge number 5! I've got a statement to make." Ana said as she bolted through the curtain. The fans, who were just enjoying R-Truth's entrance, were caught off guard when Ana Tuati just came bolting up behind him and bulldozing him down from behind. The weight of Ana combined with the speed that she had meant that Truth didn't stand a chance; as Ana stood over him, the New Zealand had a wicked smile on her face as she picked up the dazed R-Truth and started to repeatedly slam him into the barricade of the entrance ramp; before pulling him back up and hitting her powerbomb finisher on the unforgiving entrance ramp. "This is my rumble, now, boys!" Ana laughed out as she barged her way down to the ring. Mustafa Ali, Randy Orton, Andrade 'Cien' Almas, Rey Mysterio, Dolph Ziggler; this was one hell of a list of established veterans and relative newcomers, and they all looked like they had no idea what to do as Ana walked up the steel steps and entered the ring; with Ziggler dazed in the corner, Ana bolted forward and used her 315lbs body as a weapon to body attack the dazed Ziggler. Ana even arrogantly taunted Ziggler by shaking her ass in a way that Dolph used to do. When Ana turned around though, she came face to face with Mustafa Ali, who looked unsure if he wanted to attack a girl, even if Ana outweighed him by close to 100lbs; Ana's nostrils flared, how dare this half-pint patronise her, she was just as tough as the guys as Ana roughly grabbed Mustafa and screamed in his face. "Don't you ever, EVER patronise me, do you understand?!" Ana screamed as she nailed Mustafa with a massive gutwrench suplex, even kipping up to her feet to show her agility. "Come on! I'll take on all of you!" Ana bellowed, begging anyone to try and take a swing next as her rampage continued, Andrade 'Cien' Almas was next to try as he went for a crossbody on Ana, who caught him in mid air and slammed him to the mat with a powerful bodyslam. Ana didn't really do anything flashy, but at her size, she didn't really need to. With Andrade on the floor, Ana used her sheer girth to her advantage and dropped a big elbow drop on Andrade's ribs and chest. But now it was just Ana against Rey and Randy, the two veterans, but Ana wasn't backing down as she starred across from them both, she showed no fear, in fact, she was almost smiling, like she was enjoying herself. "Come on, lads! Hit me! Take a swing!" Ana gestured to her chin, wanting a fight, but Rey was reluctant. Randy however, wasn't as he went to nail Ana with an RKO, only for Ana to catch Orton's arms, keep him close to her as she locked her arms around his waist, before throwing Orton over with a big German Suplex and Orton getting folded up like an accordion. Now it was just Ana and Rey, Ana licked her lips a bit, she was the biggest person in the match now by far, she towered over Rey and was so much wider than the smaller Mysterio, Ana outstretched her arms, she felt invincible, like nobody could touch her. "This is my rumble now, Rey! I rule the damn world!!" Ana boasted to jeers and boos as she went to charge at Rey, but, suddenly, she got a big surprise. It was Ziggler, who had snuck up behind Ana and locked her in a sleeper hold to try and disoorientate the out of control young woman, as Ana fought and tried to fight the hold, she backed herself up in an attempt to break the hold. But, while she was fighting it, Andrade came out of nowhere as he nailed Ana with a massive dropkick, causing the massive heel to stagger forward, dazed, but still on her feet. The fans, despite not liking Ana due to her heelish arrogance, they had to respect her for her determination, however, as Ana staggered forward, she ended up slouched in the middle rope, dazed and loopy. Which was the worst place to be when Rey Mysterio was in the ring. As Rey ran off the ropes and nailed Ana with a huge 619, which sent Ana lurching back and holding her face. Then, the Viper struck as Orton nailed the former rugby player with a huge RKO. Ana was almost out cold as she felt every man in the match try and eliminate her due to her sheer size, it took more than one; however, she was still fighting, not wanting to give up just yet, as she latched onto the top rope in desperation, but it was a final dropkick to the back from Mustafa Ali that sent Ana sailing over the top rope and eliminated from the second Royal Rumble of the night. "WHAT?!" Ana screamed and lost her shit, she angrily overturned the steel steps in a fit of rage as she looked up at the ring full of wrestlers and noticed Mustafa, the man who eliminated her as the normally arrogant and cocky Ana looked fuming mad. "You're a dead man, Mustafa! You're dead!" as Ana angrily shoved officials out of her way as she hooked onto Mustafa's leg, as the cruiserweight was near the ropes, with Ana holding onto the leg that gave Ziggler the distraction to superkick Mustafa in the face and sending him sailing over the top rope. Right by a pissed off and embarrassed Ana, as Mustafa fell at her side, Ana hoisted the man up on her shoulders and lawn darted his head right into the steel ring post with a sickening thud. "You wanna eliminate me, Mustafa?! Nobody embarrasses me! Nobody!" Ana screamed out, looking enraged as she picked up Mustafa by the hair and nailed him with some brutal headbutts; before dragging the man's limp body over to the announcers table. "You pricks better move!!" Ana barked out to JBL, Michael Cole and Jerry Lawler; although, honestly, Ana didn't care enough about the commentators to know if they had changed, as she hoisted a lifeless Mustafa up; the rampaging Kiwi hit a huge powerbomb right on Mustafa, sending him through the announcers table with a huge crash. Standing over Mustafa, Ana roared and thumped her chest in a primal manner as the 315lbs 26 year old was breathing heavily as she caught her breath and stormed away from the ring. But not before pettily overturning the stretcher that was being sent with the EMTs to check on Mustafa, it was a final reminder that, despite her power, her strength, her beauty and her agility, that inside, Ana Tuati was nothing more than a mean spirited bully. But this mean spirited bully had made a statement to the world that she was a loose cannon who couldn't be stopped, controlled or reasoned with and she had no problem making that statement at the expense of Mustafa Ali. Whooo, that was a lot of fun to write; also, yes, I know, Ana does A LOT of powerbombs; but the Young Bucks to a lot of superkicks, so it evens out; I can't wait to see what you guys think of this and if you want to see more Ana, then just let me know.
  16. Authors Note: Hey guys and girls; I'm sorry that it's been forever and a day since I've continued the Victoria McKenzie in Impact Wrestling story; I've just been swamped with other stuff and, honestly, I think I'd be better off with writing one shots to help me get my groove back. Anyway, this fic is like an alternate version of events where Victoria McKenzie stayed in NXT and all that, I can't actually remember what happened in my Impact fic. Also, I'm changing NXT Vic's reference from Tessa Blanchard to NXT star Deonna Purrazzo, one of the many, many, many stars in NXT who's been there for a while and you wouldn't really know it because she's doing the house show loop. This is what happens when you try and sign every single talented wrestler in the world, WWE. Anyway, Victoria kinda looks like what would happen if Deonna had a British accent and current Nicole Matthews' body. This is probably going to be just a one shot, but I hope you guys like it and I hope my writing skills are a bit better than they were before, not that they were great to start with, honestly. Any feedback and comments on things that you think would improve this would be greatly appreciated. "Victoria McKenzie has a stomach so big that she could start up a small country on her fat. She isn't an athlete like she used to be, her fat ass doesn't belong on TV." "NXT Largo fans started a "Hey, Hey, Vicky, Ooh, Ahh, I wanna know-oh-oh-oh, Where did your abs go?" "We've got Io Shirai having to face off against a land whale - oh, I'm sorry, it's just Victoria McKenzie. Seriously girl, cover that beer belly up!" Victoria McKenzie casually vanity searched her own name to find out what the NXT fans were saying about her; most of it was just about how fat and overweight the 23 year old Englishwoman was and, honestly, the fans weren't wrong. To say Victoria had "Let herself go" was an understatement; she arrived at the NXT Performance Center around a year ago and she was lean and toned, she took her training very seriously and had a good reputation due to working with a lot of the other UK talent that were associated with NXT. Fast forward 12 months, however, and things have drastically changed for the Newcastle-Upon-Tyne native. She had gotten herself a tan due to lazing around in the Florida sun; she'd dyed her hair a silvery colour in a desperate attempt to get attention, which ultimately came off as more desperate than anything else. But, what annoyed Victoria the most was that she wasn't being given anything to do. It was the same damn routine every single time, wrestle in the same Florida towns, wrestle the same opponents over and over again and often be the one looking up at the lights; not that Victoria was arrogant, but she just wanted a chance to do something more. She didn't even have a defined character and might as well have been a jobber; but, the weird thing was that she was still expected to go backstage at NXT TV tapings and just sit there and watch the card that Victoria would've killed to be apart of. So, to kill the boredom, Victoria decided to spend her backstage time by hitting the catering table and, soon, changes started to occur, she started to eat with more gusto, cramming more and more items of food into her mouth and, as the months went by, Victoria's abs were soon being replaced by a doughy, plump belly that overhung the waistband of her tights and jiggled with every slight movement. The Englishwoman was also hitting the gym less and less and replacing the time she would've spent at the gym with just walking around Florida, finding new and interesting places to stuff food into her face. Victoria knew that she was letting herself go, but she flippantly didn't even care; in her mind, NXT weren't putting in the time with her, so why should she put in the time with working her fingers to the bone? However, weirdly, as the Geordie's stomach got bigger, her legs got larger and her love handles got more and more noticeable, it seemed like the road agents were taking notice of Victoria's new body as they let her work as a heelish bully on house shows. Vic was more than happy with that as she found it easier being a heel than a babyface, anyway. Vic couldn't help but chuckle that in such a 'looks matter' industry as professional wrestling, she was being almost rewarded for becoming lazy and overweight. As she continued to vanity search, while lazing around on her sofa, the Geordie reached over to the bucket of KFC she had on the table and started to stuff some of that fried chicken into her greedy mouth; this was her idea of 'preparing' for her upcoming series of matches with the hard-hitting veteran Mia Yim on the latest NXT house show loop. Vic couldn't help but smirk, it felt good to actually get rewarded for being lazier, however, she wasn't dumb and still went to the Performance Center gym since she knew that she had to be in good enough shape to work a good match, spare tire and love handles aside. Just because 'The Gifted Geordie' looked out of shape didn't mean that she was out of shape and she was determinded to show that in her matches with Mia Yim. 'The Gifted Geordie' Victoria McKenzie vs. Mia Yim, NXT Largo house show - 23/6/2019. The bell rang for the match between the now 180lbs Victoria and the more experienced, more toned Mia Yim, the comparison in body types was almost comical as the 23 year old Brit wore a black and silver attire, to match her silver streaked hair. Vic's love handles oozed over the sides of the waistband of her tights like doughy, heavy lava; but her bulbous stomach really stole the show. It overhung just like her love handles, but it was so round and big; it looked like Victoria had either been drinking nothing but beer since she arrived in Florida, or she had somehow eaten a medicine ball. The two NXT females locked up, in the center of the ring, with the fans firmly in Mia's corner, however, Victoria showed that, despite her weight gain, she still wasn't exactly a lumbering, slow, slob as she pushed Mia back into the turnbuckle with some serious force, surprising both Mia and the fans. Vic's rounder face was covered with a arrogant, toothy smile, showing off her pearly white teeth as the arrogant, youngster taunted the veteran with a crotch chop. "Suck it, Mia!" Victoria rudely yelled out in her Geordie accent as Mia, frustrated, charged at Victoria, only to be bulldozed down with a big shoulder block from the 180lbs heel; that simple act caused Vic's chubby frame to shake like jello. "That's how it's done, baby!" Vic trash-talked as she smugly swung her hips, like she was proud of her girth in a sexual manner, despite the majority of jeers, Victoria heard a few wolf whistles from the fans. As Vic went to run off the ropes to continue the attack, Mia used her veteran instinct to grab Victoria's ankle, causing the chubby Geordie to comically fall flat on her face, which caused the Largo crowd to break out into a chuckle and cheers for Mia. The blue haired 'Blasian' had sprung up to her feet, literally walked over Victoria's doughy, body, Mia's foot standing on Vic's back-roll covered back. Mia stood in front of Victoria and performed a mocking little bow, and then Victoria's face turned from cockiness to anger at being embarrassed; getting up to her feet, but with much less speed than Mia, the 180lbs McKenzie charged at Mia, but the former TNA Knockout and indy mainstay was aiming to send the heavyweight bruiser over the top rope. But Victoria was ready for that as she showed some agility for someone of her body-type by sliding underneath the bottom rope and to the outside. "I'm too bloody smart for that, I've got, like, a 500 IQ!" Victoria laughed mockingly at the jeering fans like a childish brat, only for one fan to heckle out "The IQ isn't how many pounds you weigh!" as the fans, again, laughed at Victoria's expense, while Victoria just barked out "Mate, you're from Florida, go back to screwing your own sister!" But, while Vic was busy jaw-jacking, Mia nailed the bulbous Brit in the back with a huge baseball slide, sending Victoria's body crashing chest first into the guard-rail, and breaking out in a fit of jiggling. With Mia grabbing the overweight 23 year old by her long, black and silver hair, she threw the heavyweight into the ring before Mia slid into the ring herself. McKenzie was on her back, her big gut heaving with every heavy breath that she took, and Mia knew just how to get her opponent up. The wily veteran used both of her hands to give a massive slap to Victoria's jiggling, heavy gut, which sounded like a whip being cracked and caused Victoria to comically sit, bolt up right with a look of pure shock and pain on her face. "Oh crap!" was all Victoria could say as Mia ran off the ropes and nailed her heel foe with a massive penalty kick, right to the face and nearly taking Victoria's head off her body. Mia hooked one of Victoria's large legs and went for the cover, only for the 180lbs heel to have some fight left in her as she thrust her shoulder up, even that gesture caused her big, meaty arm into a fit of quaking. Mia knew that she had to continue the attack, so she picked her opponent up by her hair; but, in a desperation move, Victoria reared her head forward and nailed Mia with a gigantic headbutt, which actually caused Victoria to stagger back herself. However, as she staggered back against the ropes, Victoria rebounded and turned Mia inside out with a monstrous lariat that would've made JBL or Stan Hansen stunned; the fans were the most stunned of all, though, as it looked like Victoria would actually get a win after that gigantic lariat. "Come on, ref!!" Victoria screamed out to the official, she was covered in sweat, panting and breathing heavily as she hooked the leg of Mia and looking for the cover. 1! 2! Mia kicked out at 2.5! "WHAT!?!?" Victoria screamed out as she sat up, looking like she was about to cry as she put her head in her hands and was almost having a breakdown. Staggering herself up to her feet, Vic started to slap the downed body of Mia, even brushing the heel of her boot on the side of Mia's head. "You're nothing, Mia! I'm The Gifted Geordie! I'm Queen Victoria of NXT, I'm Victoria McKenzie!" As Victoria continued to talk smack in her Geordie accent, Mia was staggering up to her feet. "I own you!" Victoria barked out, screaming right in Mia's face, only to get a huge bicycle kick to the face from Mia, which the fans popped huge for; with Victoria dazed, Mia got behind her heavier opponent, wrapped her arms around Vic's sizeable waistline, which was harder due to how fat Victoria now was. However, she locked the fingers and hurled Victoria over and on her head with a huge German Suplex. But, what Mia didn't count on, was that Victoria's rage was almost powering her up, despite being German Suplexed on her head and folded up like an accordion, Victoria slowly stood right back up, a scowl of rage on her face as she waited for Mia to turn around, before running forward and nailing Mia with a huge running dropkick, which sent Mia colliding into the corner post like she'd been shot out of a cannon. No matter what the fans thought of Victoria, that was a move they didn't expect, however, it seemed to have taken a lot of out of Victoria as she was on her back, her gut heaving even more as Victoria's entire heavy, bulbous body was sweating buckets. Both girls seemed to be out as the referee started to count them out, with the fans counting along with the official. When the referee reached the count of 7, Mia was back up to her feet and, a second later, so was Victoria. The two glared at each-other, both panting as they looked like they were about to kill each-other. Victoria broke the silence between the two as she screamed out like a madwoman "SCREW YOU, MIA!!" as Vic charged at Mia, only to get a superkick to the face for her efforts. But that still didn't knock the bruiser down as Victoria almost ate it up, grabbed Mia and threw her own with a huge, bridging, Northern Lights Suplex. But, Vic had a surpise as she used all of her energy to float over, an impressive move for someone so large, as Vic deadlifted Mia up and went for her brainbuster finisher, but the veteran Mia wriggled her way out of it and got behind Victoria, only for Vic to use her size to ram her ample ass into Mia's stomach, sending Mia staggering back into the corner. With a look of nearly psychopathic hatred on her face, Vic charged at Mia, looking to put her ample gut to good use with a huge body attack in the corner. It would've crushed Mia, if Mia hadn't have used her nimbleness to get out of the way. With Vic crashing chest first into the corner and knocking the wind out of her, Victoria staggered back and ended up in the corner herself. Mia clapped her hands together to fire up the crowd, who gladly clapped along. "Say goodnight, you fat bitch!" Mia screamed at Victoria to a loud pop as she went to take Victoria's head off with a running big boot into the corner; however, Victoria saw the referee was there out of the corner of her eye. She snatched a hold of the referee's shirt and pulled the man in front of her to loud boos. Mia just pulled up before she nailed the referee, as the referee wasn't looking at either competitors, Victoria took the chance and raked the eyes of Mia, temporarily blinding her. As Vic saw Mia was blinded, she pulled Mia away from the ropes, got her in a front face-lock position and nearly spiked Mia on her head with her finisher, a brutal, but old school, DDT; the fans winced at how Vic and Mia made such an old school, some would say, out-dated, move, look devastating. With Mia out like a light, Victoira hooked the leg and glared with contempt at the booing and jeering crowd as the ref counted. 1! 2! 3! The bell rang as Vic looked like she had just run a marathon, she was caked in sweat, her ample, chubby body was heaving with every heavy breath she took, but, as the ring announcer said the words "Here is your winner, The Gifted Geordie, Victoria McKenzie!" Victoria couldn't help but flash a big, arrogant and obnoxious smile, even if she only got the win because of underhanded tactics. Angrily pulling her blubbery arm away from the referee, Vic outstretched her arms and seemed to challenge the fans. "Anyone else want to fight me?! I'll kick all of your arses!" As Victoria finished with a dignified bow, about the only thing dignified about the overweight, Newcastle loudmouth, but this victory over Mia was proof that, if anything, Victoria McKenzie is more of a threat now that she's started overindulging on NXT's catering and Florida's eateries. Hope you guys liked that; it's been a long, long time since I've wrote anything, so any feedback would be appreciated, hope you like this NXT version of Victoira?
  17. (Hey, guys and gals, another wrestling one today, just got the idea thanks to the really hilarious Indi Hartwell and Dexter Lumis interactions on NXT and it gave me the idea that Indi maybe becomes despondent over her belief that Dexter Lumis no longer loves her like she loves him; not to give too much away, but I hope you guys like it and I urge you to look up the InDex ship, it's really fucking hilarious; interested to hear your thoughts, though.) "Indi, no, I am NXT North American Champion and I say that you're not going to see Dexter Lumis, is that clear, young lady?!" the NXT North American Champion and leader of The Way faction Johnny Gargano barked out, sounding more and more like a frustrated father as Candice LeRae, his wife and tag team partner with the person that this yelling was aimed at, Indi Hartwell, tried to keep the peace. "Now, Johnny, she's old enough to make her own decisions, but maybe dial it down a bit." Candice tried to smooth things over as Indi just folded her arms and rolled her eyes, seeming very much like a spoilt teenage daughter as the young woman just mockingly repeated what Johnny said in a petty and childish way, even sticking her tongue out slightly for good measure. "Indi! Don't be like that; Johnny's just trying to help, Dexter's not good for you and, well, he is the NXT North American Champion" Austin Theory chimed in, who was very much the meathead of the group, a million dollar body and all the potential in the world, but to say he had a 'nickle for a mind' was giving the young man too much credit and Indi just shot a death glare to the slightly younger man; the raven haired Australian snapped out, holding her half of the NXT Women's Tag Team Championships that she held with Candice. "Yeah, well this is the NXT Women's Tag Team Championships" Indi even placed Candice's belt on the other shoulder in an attempt to assert herself against the wishes of her 'NXT parents' "I now have two titles, so that means I have more gold than you, so I AM going to see Dexter!" Indi responded as she adjusted her black 'The Way' t-shirt and proved her point by storming out of the locker-room, leaving her stable mates just standing there. "She still has your title." Austin remarked, as if Candice and Johnny hadn't figured that out, prompting the parents of the faction to just give a synchronised turn towards Austin and give him a glare that even Austin Theory would get meant 'Shut the fuck up, Austin' as Johnny put his hands on his hips, pacing backwards and forwards as he tried to get his brain to start working, he needed his group as full attention and they couldn't Lead The Way if Indi was too focused on Dexter. "We need to do something, Candice; we've got to stop her, without her hating us, we've got to get Lumis out of the picture, out of The Way." Johnny stated in a frantic way, Austin was about to say something about the quip of 'Out of the Way' but, without even looking at him, Johnny just raised one hand and said with an exasperated sigh. "Yes, Austin, I know what I said." as Candice put her hand on her husbands shoulder and gave him a firm nod. "I've got this...besides, she has my half of the title." Candice said as the petite veteran of the indy scene made her way out of the room to follow Indi and hopefully get her to stop this pursuit of the silent, creepy Dexter Lumis, who only Indi seemed to be smitten with, there was no proof that Dexter even felt the same way about her considering he hadn't said one word in the nearly 1 year he'd been in NXT. --------------------------------------- Meanwhile, Indi was busy looking around, searching for Dexter, the silent, unnerving and almost serial killer like Dexter gave off the vibes that he wasn't really the type for romance, but Indi seemed to taken that as a sign of affection, considering she constantly pined for Dexter, even though he hadn't said one single word to her. Indi muttered to herself as she tried to give herself the confidence boost needed to find Dexter and maybe ask him out on a date. "You can do this, you're Impressive Indi Hartwell, Indi Wrestling...you've got this, you're going to just play it cool, I mean, you're the coolest of the cool, you're one half of the NXT Women's Tag Team Champions!" Indi talked to herself in a backstage mirror that was often used for the women wrestlers to have make-up put on, Indi was so busy giving herself a pep-talk that she didn't even realise that the silent, menacing reflection of Dexter Lumis was behind her. Dexter went to put a hand on her shoulder only for Indi to tear her shoulder away, not really clicking that the object of her affection was right behind her, but as soon as Indi tore her shoulder away, her eyes comically widened as her attempts to 'play it cool' went right out the window as she span around with a stumble and caught herself on the shoulders of Dexter, who, again, showed no emotion and didn't say a single word. "Dexter, hi...wha-what a surprise, erm, I'm sorry, I was meaning to ask you something...if you're OK with it? Maybe we could go and get something to eat? Like...you can even paint me like one of your French girls, but I'm Australian, so we'll make it work." Indi smirked a bit, her attempts at flirting, again, didn't get much of a reaction from Dexter, but the big, loving smile on Indi's face showed how in love she was with the man. The moustache sporting Lumis looked at Indi up and down and, silently, pulled out a half price voucher for a restaurant as Indi's smile grew even wider as she looked at Dexter and gave a big, endearing squeal as she wanted to just throw her arms around Dex, but she didn't want to show that she was too smitten with him. "I'll see you around, then? Meet me at the place by 6?" Indi smiled and watched as Dexter, again, just silently walked away. --------------- Later Indi had smartened herself up, she had genuinely made an effort, she had Candice apply some make-up, telling her 'mum' that it was for a party with some family from Australia, she wore a lovely black dress and a pearl necklace. She was currently sitting at the restaurant that she and Dexter had agreed to meet at. She looked at her phone and realised that Dexter was half an hour late, which sort of concerned her, but she brushed it off. "Ma'am, can I interest you in a starter?" a waiter came up to her as Indi looked up at the man and nodded "Sure, some soup would be nice; I'm just waiting for a special someone." Indi's big, beaming smile showed how happy she was. But, of course, not everyone in her life wanted her to be that happy, especially not The Way, who weren't too focused on Indi's happiness with a scheme that they had cooked up. Dexter was currently backstage, Johnny had pulled a trick out of Dexter's own book and used a chloroform soaked rag to cover over Dexter's mouth to knock him out, this was after a double team beatdown from Johnny and Austin. After that, the group had thrown Dexter into a dark room, a one where he often hung out and expressed his artistic vision, the room was filled with drawings of hearts; showing a somewhat softer side to the silent man. "So, he's knocked out and locked in his room? We should use that with Austin." Candice smirked, before she snickered evilly as she had taken Dexter's phone and decided to break Indi's heart in an attempt to keep her focus and getting her to stop pining for Dexter; Candice texted Indi from Dexter's phone and she imagined that Dexter was as quiet via text as he was in a face to face 'conversation'. 'We're done, Indi' Indi had just finished her soup starter and was getting more worried about where Dexter was, before she felt a buzzing in her bag and fished her phone out of it, her grin widening as she saw that it was from Dexter, but, as she read the 'We're Done, Indi' text, her grin turned to confusion as she texted back. 'What do you mean? We haven't even started yet; where are you, Dex?" Johnny peered over Candice's shoulder and looked to his wife, Johnny had been known as one of the best pure babyfaces in the wrestling industry and there was a slight part of that still there as the veteran from Ohio wore a guilty expression on his face as he looked to Candice. "Candice, is this really the best way to handle this? I mean, this is our wrestling daughter we're doing this to." Johnny said, as if he didn't take part in this, but Candice just looked up to Johnny and responded with a slight sigh. "I love Indi too, but this is for her own good, this is some tough love; she needs to stay focused, we can't defend these Women's Tag Titles if Indi's too busy focused on her serial killer Romeo." Candice added on as she texted back, hoping that this would get the message across. 'I mean we're over; you're just too clingy, Bye.' Indi had read the text and, when she saw that, her heart shattered, she felt all these emotions at once, anger, sadness and despair that Dexter was breaking things up with her, not realising that he hadn't done anything of the sort; Indi felt herself shaking. The young woman tried to stop herself from bawling hysterically in a crowded restaurant, but, as she went to put her phone back into her bag; it was then that she saw the voucher that Dexter had given her. "Ma'am...are you ready to order?" the waiter came over to Indi, who composed herself enough to say with a tinge of bitterness in her voice. "Yes, I am." -------------- Hours Later. Indi let out a loud, undignified belch as she leaned back, there was a cartoonish amount of empty bowls, platters and plates surrounding her, she had eaten so much that she had lost count, she didn't think she had packed away everything on the menu, but that didn't mean that she didn't give it a damn good go. She had been eating wildly, just devouring everything that was put in front of her in an attempt to make the heartbreak stop. She had ignored her body desperately trying to get her to stop, she was too hurt to be thinking rationally, she didn't even care at the large bill that she had to pay for, nothing mattered to Indi Hartwell anymore now that she and Dexter had 'broken up'. Indi was still hurting on the inside, as well hurting from how stuffed she was, as she struggled to heave herself up, that huge feast had done a serious number on her, but she gave a big grunt as she finally stood herself up. While she hadn't gained that much weight, this was how she was going to spend her days now, while Candice and Johnny had got rid of one 'problem' for the time being, it created another one and that problem was the now increased gluttony of Indi Hartwell as she headed out of the restaurant, leaving shocked staff behind her. she didn't even care what time it was, a look at her phone revealed that it was around 3am. She remembered that Johnny and Candice lived nearby, so, Indi headed to their house, groaning and grunting as she tried to hold in all what she had devoured, now the sheer discomfort and uneasy she was feeling from her rampage of feasting had hit her like a tonne of bricks. But, it had given Indi a renewed purpose, but instead of being distracted by Dexter, her appetite and greed would be the problem that Candice and Johnny had to deal with. Tears started to flow down her face as she struggled to head up the stairs to the house of her 'NXT parents', she gurgled, belched and retched as she tried her hardest to keep her food down, the booze that she had chugged hadn't helped how she was feeling; if anything, she had just made herself feel worse. With a shaky breath, Indi started to knock on the door of the house of the Gargano's, which awoke Johnny and Candice from a deep sleep; Johnny rolled over slightly to check the time on the digital clock on the bedside cabinet and, with sleep heavy in his voice, remarked to a frustrated looking Candice. "Do you think it's a burglar?" "Yes, Johnny, because burglar's knock before entering!" Candice sarcastically remarked; Candice got herself up, with Johnny following behind, although the two were sure that they could hear someone sobbing from behind the door. As Candice slowly opened the door, they both yelped out when they saw that it was Indi, sobbing and looking in a drunken haze and the slight food stains around her mouth showed that she had really overdone her pity-party pigout session. "Indi!" both Johnny and Candice exclaimed in unison as they both pulled Indi into their house to get her out of the rain, as if things couldn't get worse for Indi, the weather started to change, as if changing with Indi's mood, now there was rain lashing down; Candice sat Indi down as Indi's engorged stomach let out a few gurgles of discomfort, causing Indi to wince a bit. "What happened to you??" Johnny asked, sounding extremely concerned, only she and Candice knew damn well what had happened; considering that they had set the whole situation up in the first place. As Indi sat there and sobbed, she managed to choke out "Dexter...he left me...this is the worst day of my life!" Indi started to bawl like a heartbroken teenager as Candice instantly wrapped her arms around Indi in a motherly hug as Johnny, again, looked to be regretting what they had done and, judging by the look on Candice's face, he wasn't the only one. "Oh sweetie, I'm so sorry about that, why don't you stay with us?" Candice offered as Indi looked up at her motherly figure, sniffling slightly and wiping the tears from her eyes with her thumb as she asked. "You don't mind? I'm so sorry that I thought I could trust him; I should've been with you and Johnny and Austin..." Indi flung her arms around Candice and that let the Gargano's know that their plan had worked. ---------------------- The next morning, Indi felt the effects of her feast last night, it was more of a struggle to stagger out of bed, but, with the Florida sun shining and with Johnny and Candice, Indi seemed to be in a slightly better mood, even if she was still feeling heartbroken. The young woman just trudged downstairs, her hair was a mess and she wore an old t-shirt of Candice's that barely fit her, but, despite her eating a cartoonish amount of food in a scorned frenzy, Indi felt hungry all over again. As Indi walked into the kitchen, her eyes went wide a bit when she saw that Candice had laid out a big breakfast for her comprised of several stacks of pancakes, Candice hoped that this would help Indi get back on her feet, but, if anything, it would lead to Indi's gluttony and laziness working overtime. Indi felt her stomach rumble a bit as she flashed a caring smile to Candice. "Thanks for this, Candice; you're the best partner that I could've ever asked for." Indi wrapped her arms around Candice in a hug, before instantly sitting down and starting to tuck into the pancakes with a surprising gusto, Candice wasn't expecting Indi to practically devour them, it was obvious with how she was eating that she was still hurting over Dexter "leaving" her; but, as Indi polished off the last stack of pancakes, she let out a hearty moan of pleasure, before looking to Candice and innocently asking. "Got anymore, I'm feeling kinda hungry."
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