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Walrus: “Round two of the 2026 G1 tournament has the big bellied Brit - 330 lb Walrus - up against the young Australian Lobofighter” the announcer declares. I was first to enter arena in my purple singlet as the crowd start booing and yelling “ you fat bastard “ at me.

Walrus:

LoboFighter24: The announcer booms, "AND HIS OPPONENT... fighting out of Sydney, Australia ... Standing at 175 cm and weighing in at 85 kg ... THE ALPHA OF THE SOUTHERN HEMISPHERE ... LLLLLLOOOOOOOBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOO!" I leap out of the tunnel. My tight black trunks shine under the lights as my bare feet feel the cold concrete below. As i make my way to the ring, i see you in your purple singlet, i grin as i flex at you and for the fans. Im confident coming off a win in round one. I climb the turnbuckle and flex again as i roar to the crowd. I then jump, doing a backflip and landing on the canvas, i turn to face you, still grinning.

Walrus: Crowd are obviously easily pleased by your circus tricks and gymnastics skills but that won’t help you in a proper fight. This Waltzing Matilda will find out what a real man can do to him. Your tight black trunks already straining to contain your big cock while my fat two incher is snoozing as usual.

LoboFighter24: I look you up and down, "Hey Fat fuck ... ready to get tenderised" i grunt as i flex again for the crowd, stepping forward to meet you in the center of the ring. The ref standing there, looking scared.

Walrus: Ref explaining the rules. As contest is nhb as we are facing each other in centre of ring I reach into your trunks and grab your cock and balls - squeezing hard. Ref can’t see that as my belly is in the way

LoboFighter24: I grunt and moan before locking eyes with you "Must feel weird to have a cock finally in your hands" i spit before pushing the ref out of the way and slamming my right knee where your cock should be.

Walrus: Your right knee slams into me but my fat pad covering my cock protects me from serious harm. I slam my belly into you hoping to knock you over as you are standing on one leg. Hitting you with my left forearm into your chest with my right hand round your neck in a sumo style thrust move at same time.

LoboFighter24: Your belly hits me hard, sending me stumbling backwards as i hit the ropes. I bounce back towards you, spinning midair and swinging my left leg towards your fat head in a brutal roundhouse kick.

Walrus: I slam you back into the ropes. But you bounce back and before I can react you slam your leg into my head with a roundhouse kick. Your shin connects with my cheek with a sickening thwack. I stagger backwards but don't go down. Dazed as I try to keep my distance and clear my head. Then I charge at you determined to knock you over this time when we impact fat belly against hairy belly

LoboFighter24: My kick connects perfectly, but you don't go down, "fuck you're tougher than you look" i think to myself as I land, and immediately you charge at me like a bull. I dive out of the way just in time, slamming into the ropes opposite you on the side of the ring. "Nice ass!" I yell as i slap your fat backside as you stumble past me. I flex for the crowd again, enjoying their cheers, "come on walrus, put up a fight!" I taunt, grinning as i gesture for you to come at me again.

Walrus: Like a stampeding bull in a bullring I charge then the toreador moves aside at the last moment. Momentum carrying me on for several feet as I receive a slap on the big butt. Turning, already sweating, I hear you taunt me and too enraged to think lucidly I charge again towards you

LoboFighter24: I grin as you charge again. At the last second, I sidestep once again, but this time I seize the back of your purple singlet with both hands, yanking hard. The fabric strains, then rips as momentum carries you forward. The crowd roars as I wobble your singlet like a trophy. "Looks like I'm stripping you down tonight!" I announce as i watch you stumble. I toss the torn fabric towards a screaming fan who catches it greedily. I lean against the ropes "Sorry about your singlet, mate. Guess you'll have to fight naked now!" i taunt.

Walrus: You sidestep again. Then I feel you grab my singlet pulling hard as I continue forwards. I feel singlet start to rip teaming tight actors my balls for a moment until it tears in two. I hear you taunt me. Laughing as it will be more of an issue for you and audience as they see my naked bulk plus nothing on to contain my pungent body odour

Walrus:

Walrus: Bending over to the audience then to you so they see my huge balls and arse

Walrus:

Walrus: Turning then moving forwards towards you. Seeing you seem distracted by view of my bulk sized balls allowing chance to slam a huge forearm across your chest then another trying to force you back towards a corner

LoboFighter24: Your forearm slams into my chest, knocking the wind out of me. I stagger back but manage to grab the top rope before falling. The crowd’s cheers turn into a collective gasp as I wipe sweat from my brow, tasting salt on my lips. My bare feet dig into the mat, toes curling for traction. Your stench hits me like a freight train. "That all you got, blubber boy?" I taunt, shaking my head like a boxer clearing cobwebs. My ribs ache where you hit me, but the adrenaline drowns it out as i lean against the turnbuckle, smirking. I jump backwards, planting my shoulders on the top ropes as i kick both my feet straight into your gut. "Eat this!" I yell as i push off with everything i’ve got.

Walrus: You get forced onto a corner. But before i get chance to charge you keep onto top rope then slam both feet into my huge gut. Staggering back from impact then moving forwards as I duck between your legs and attempt to lift you off the corner. Plan is to move back onto ring then throw you onto your back

LoboFighter24: I smirk as my feet slam into your gut, but before I can savor the moment, your thick arms clamp around my thighs. The sudden inversion makes my vision swim as you hoist me upwards as my bare back scraping against the corner pad, the rough fabric burning skin. The crowd’s roar turns to a muffled hum as blood rushes to my head. "Fuck!" I snarl as i hit the canvas back-first, my lungs emptying with a wheeze.

Walrus: With you on your back and hopefully severely dazed and winded I go for the belly splash. Leaping into the air aiming to land my full weight on your chest

Walrus:

LoboFighter24: Dazed slightly i see you leaping into the air towards me, "fuck" i think as i roll but i wasn't fast enough. Your belly crashes down onto my chest forcing all the air out of my lungs as i wheeze. I gasp, unable to breathe. Your sweaty bulk presses me into the mat, the cold canvas sticking to my bare back. I can feel your pulse thudding through layers of fat pressing against my sternum. Your triumphant grin blurs above me, teeth bared. I thrash under you trying to escape.

Walrus: I grab your leg lifting it to try to make it harder for you to get a shoulder up. Ref counting one ah. Feet off ground so my full body weight of 330 lbs is pressing down on your chest. My sweat and body odour stink assaulting your nose.

LoboFighter24: My ribs scream under the crushing weight. The ref's count echoes distantly as black spots dance in my vision. With my free leg still pinned, I twist my torso violently, grinding bare shoulder blades into the mat to create just enough space to slam my heel into your kidney. Growling as I arch my back, muscles straining as i force my full strength upwards.

Walrus: You are struggling to get a shoulder up. Pushing down with all my weight. I feel your heel slam into my kidney. Holding you down still. As Ref goes two ah

LoboFighter24: I can feel your sweat dripping onto my bare chest, mixing with my own as the ref's count crawls toward three. I twist again, as i drive my knee up violently into your gut as i use the sweat between us to slide my trapped leg free. The crowd erupts as i bridge with everything i have, rolling you sideways in a desperate reversal.

Walrus: I assumed I had you pinned. Maybe I was going easy on you. Maybe I lifted up a bit thinking I had won. But whatever it was at the very last millisecond as refs have was almost touching the canvas to say three ah you manage to roll us sideways a bit only a bit but enough so your shoulder is off canvas. Shocked as i hear crowd cheer and I lose focus as trying to process what happened. I feel you continuing to roll me using the momentum so now I am getting forced under you

LoboFighter24: My bare skin sticks to yours as we roll, a wet, slippery struggle of sweat and desperation. Your belly flattens beneath me as I straddle your torso. Sliding upwards pinning your arms with my knees. I flex above you looking down into your wide eyes. "Surprise, fat boy," I pant, pressing my palm against your forehead, forcing your skull deeper into the mat. The crowd's roar is deafening as I grind my hips against your chin "mmmm, that's right, lick it!" I growl before raising my both my arms high, soaking in the cheers.

Walrus: I was surprised that you rolled me over so easily. Held down in a schoolboy pin. Your bulge on my face, your arms holding my arms down. My huge belly holding me to the ground. Ref counting one ah. Kicking my fat legs to try to dislodge you. Refusing to lick your bulge. Crowd cheering as they sense an upset

LoboFighter24: The roar of the crowd vibrates through my chest as I press down harder, feeling Walrus’s hot breath through my trunks. His fat legs kick uselessly beneath me, the mat squeaking with every thrash. “Lick it or lose,” I snarl, grinding my hips as the ref’s hand hovers just above the canvas "two". My thick hairy thighs hold your arms as you thrash, your sweat-soaked belly flopping beneath me.

Walrus: I dont trust you to get off me if I lower myself to licking your bulge. My huge belly sticking up high in the air. Like a wobbly Uluru.

Walrus: Your big thighs holding my arms down as i try to roll.

Walrus: Refs hand lifted high ready to slap the canvas a third time.

Walrus: I manage to roll slightly my left shoulder an inch off the canvas. Luckily ref spots it stopping the count

LoboFighter24: "Not fucking today," I growl through clenched teeth, shifting my weight to drive his shoulder blades back into the mat. But the ref sees it and stops the count. The crowd boos as Walrus grins beneath me, his belly jiggling with each ragged breath. I stand up and walk back to my corner but not before slamming my bare foot down onto your head.

Walrus: Ref warning you for the head stomp

Walrus: I know how lucky I was to avoid a three count. Complaining to ref that you used illegal moves even though you didn’t as I slowly get up. Trying to delay restart as long as I can so I can recover and to break your momentum

LoboFighter24: I flip off the ref from my corner, still breathing hard. My bare feet squeak against the mat as I pace, adrenaline making my fingers twitch. The crowd’s chants are a tidal wave "LO-BO! LO-BO!" I spit onto the canvas and wipe my mouth, watching Walrus wheeze like a beached whale. "Time’s up, fatass," I mutter, cracking my neck ready to end this.

Walrus: A beached whale facing a great white shark ? That’s how it feels at present. I move slowly towards you hoping to trap you in a corner but keeping my distance too

LoboFighter24: My feet feel the cold canvas underfoot as I circle you. Every muscle in my body is coiled tight, ready to spring. The spotlights overhead make the sweat on my hairy chest glisten You lumber toward me, I see the calculation in your eyes. "Getting tired?" I taunt, rolling my shoulders as i fake lunge forward multiple times, watching your blubber ripple with each flinch. "Scared?" i growl as i bare my teeth in a grin, before suddenly darting left, then right throwing a Brogue Kick towards your jaw, aiming to knock you senseless.

Walrus: Waddling around ring isn’t good for me as younger your agility to try to wear me out. Darting in an out as I lumber about trying to grab out. Sweat pouring off me all over the ring

Walrus: Not scared but tired I think as I am double your age as well double your weight

Walrus: Then a huge kick to my jaw almost ko me. Sending me over onto my back. Head spinning

Walrus:

Walrus:

LoboFighter24: The impact of my kick sends a jolt up my shin, and for a split second, I swear I hear your teeth rattle inside that thick skull of yours. You crash onto the mat like a felled tree, your belly flopping sideways with a wet slap that echoes through the arena. I lick my lips, tasting salt and victory. I pounce before you can even blink, straddling your chest again—but this time, I don’t go for the pin. Instead, I go for the tap. I wrap my left arm under your neck as my right arm presses your own forearm across your throat. "Night night, fat boy," I snarl, squeezing hard. The crowd screams as I arch my back, tightening the hold until veins bulge in my temples.

Walrus: Groaning not sure where I am. I feel your arms around my head. Then realise one of those arms is mine across my throat. Struggling but my huge belly keep me firmly on ground as I use my forearm to try to pull your arm or my own arm - too confused and starved of oxygen to know - away

Walrus: Fat boy is in big trouble as the lack of air is taking affect already

LoboFighter24: My biceps flex against your neck, veins popping as I feel your pulse thundering against my forearm. The stench of sweat and desperation fills my nostrils. "Tap or nap," I growl into your ear, my breath hot and ragged. Through the buzzing crowd noise, I hear your choked gurgle, feel your belly heaving beneath me like a beached whale trying to breathe. Your forearm twitches against your own throat, fingers clawing at my wrist, but I just tighten the hold, driving your shoulder deeper into the mat. The ref crouches beside us, his shadow flickering across your purple face as he watches for the tap.

Walrus: At start of your move my legs had been kicking and my arms tugging at your arm. But by now my legs were still and my arm just holding your arm. Head had gone bright red through lack of air but is now purple. Hand drops as ref lifts an arm first time and releases - it falls. If he does that twice more I will deemed to be ko found out off

LoboFighter24: My biceps burn as I squeeze the last gasps of air from your throat. Your forearm twitches weakly before going limp against your own purple skin. The ref grabs your wrist, lifts it high, and releases. Your arm slaps the canvas like dead meat. "Your finished," I snarl through gritted teeth. The ref lifts your arm again, same result. The crowd's chants blur into white noise as I tighten the hold further, pressing my cheek against yours mashing your sweat into my skin. Your belly shudders beneath me like a dying seal.

Walrus: Ref lifts arm third time. Unlike some staged pro wrestling matches on television I ain’t going to suddenly recover at the eleventh hour. After he releases my arm it falls. I am ko

LoboFighter24: The moment your arm hits the mat for the third time, the arena erupts in a deafening roar that vibrates through my bones. I don't release the hold immediately. I let the ref pry my arms away, savoring the way your limp body twitches like a gutted fish beneath me. Your tongue lolls out, fat and purple, as I roll off your heaving belly. The canvas sticks to my sweaty back as I sprawl beside you, chest rising and falling in ragged triumph. The overhead lights burn my retinas, but I keep my eyes open, watching the distorted reflections in your sweat-slicked singlet remnants. "Better luck next time, blubber," I pant as i flex and leave the ring to walk around the crowd.

Walrus: Waking up slowly unsure where I am. It’s bright light overhead and I am sweaty - am I on a beach ? If so there are lot of cheering people here.

Walrus: Then I recall. In a wrestling ring. Second round of G1. My second loss. Second time I was ko by strangulation. Laying there wondering whether all the smaller younger more agile wrestlers have been talking and sharing knowledge. Them realising they need to avoid getting crushed by my blubbery belly bulk and instead to target my neck and throat to strangle me out

LoboFighter24: My bare feet slap against the cold concrete floor as I circle the ring. The crowd’s chants "LO-BO! LO-BO!". I drag my fingers through my sweat-soaked chest hair, flicking droplets at the front row. I grin, flexing my biceps as I pace, my black trunks clinging to me like a second skin. My cock throbs from the exertion, the fabric straining. I don’t adjust it. Let them see what a real alpha looks like before i leave the arena.

Walrus: I hear crowd chanting your name as I lay there waiting till you fuck off backstage before negotiating the difficult task of hauling this bulk up off the canvas

Walrus: End