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Fearless_Freddie: I get prepared in my dressing toom ….. in my red squares I tug on my white wrestling boot ….. check out my 6’ 180lbs bod in the mirror As I await the announcements to enter the ring

 

flex my pecs as I prepare for this much anticipated classic David vs Golaith showdown.

I strech and flex ready to step into the Olympus ring to face one the best wrestlers of the Atlas division

Belly_Wobble: Best ? Maybe ! Sweatiest ? Probably ! Waddling down that aisle towards the ring. Hearing the cheers for you turn into boos for me. 420 lb of blubbery bulk. Clad in my usual tight red singlet which accentuates my hugely fat physique.

 

Hauling by incredible bulk into ring already sweating heavily

Fearless_Freddie:  Hear the name of Belly Wobble called and watch from the wings as you waddle down to the ring, sort of like a huge Emperor Penguin

 

 then my name is called and i trot down the aisle, and there is a tremenous roar from the crowd for the younfg wrestler giving away over 240lbs is this special challenge match.

I climb into the ring, strut and flex ..... then looking over at my oppnent take a huge swallows as I see up close how enormous this guy is.

 Commentator - “This is a classic opposites meet match , fat vs fit , old vs young , ugly vs handsome , heel vs face “

Belly_Wobble: Looking at you across the ring I realise I have eaten several pizzas in one meal session that together weigh about same as you

As bell rings I decide to start match with a handshake. Moving forwards to offer my hand to you. Hoping you are naive enough to accept so I can use our hand clasp to pull you in towards me into a bearhug

Fearless_Freddie:  In my corner, tug on the ropes, turn stare over at your ceps pose and kiss my peaks. The bell goes

 

 DING DING

Fearless_Freddie: I scoot out fast you lumber to the centre and we circle. You offer me a hand for a shake I grin and go to accept, but I know how sneaky you can be, so at the last moment as you are leaning towards me, I drop low. I wrap both my arms around your lower leg and gritting my teeth yank it from under you. TIMBER!!!! You drop back and crash to the mat, shaking the ring and the first five rows of ringsiders. As your belly wobble after the impact I rush and catapult from the ropes for a body slam but rebound like I hit a bouncy castle.

 

 I roll up as you groan on the mat, then drop again trying for a quick cover pin. The crowd go wild.

Belly_Wobble:  You make out you are accepting my offer but at last moment you drop down grabbing my lower leg and pulling.

 Wobbling on my feet before I lose my balance and land belly up in the middle of the ring

 

 Before I can move I watch you fly through the air, using my belly like a trampoline as you get bounced back up in the air after you impact. Groaning as you drop on me again attempting a quick pin. Ref counting one ah but I manage to roll us both so my shoulder is off mats stopping the count

Fearless_Freddie: The ref slaps the ONE AAHHHH!!!! ,,,,,,, I grope for that massive thigh hoping for roll up to put more pressure on your blades but you roll and toss me off your blubbery bod ….. I scramble to the ropes and haul up fast to avoid a steamroller ….. ref keeps me back ss you stagger to your feet

Belly_Wobble: Staggering up to my feet slowly aiming to take initiative away from you. Complaining to ref you tugged my beard which you didn’t but it means ref had to go to warn you of this giving me more time to recover. After ref moves away I am tight next you as l slam forearms into your face and chest then wrapping arms around you and squeezing you in a bearhug

Fearless_Freddie: Ref comes over and accuses me of a foul ….. NO WAY!!! I say, he is lying to you but ref still gets in my face

He warns me NO FUNNY BUSINESS FREDDIE, behind him you snicker and recover. T ref ref signal WRESTLE ON and as he steps aside you whack me with a massive forearm smash …. Sending me staggering a dazed across the ring …… so dazed I walk right to to your tree trunk arms and a massive bearhug …… UUURRRGGHHHHHH!!!!! ….. gasping …. Being squeezed like tube of toothpaste …… struggling in the hold trying to wriggle free

Belly_Wobble:  Squeezing you tightly in my bearhug trying to stop you inhaling properly. Lifting you off your feet. Carrying you around ring held tightly in the bearhug. Then moving you towards a corner and slamming us both into a corner your back hitting turnbuckle as I crush you between it and my huge bulk

Fearless_Freddie: Trapped in those Michelin man arms ….. my tackle pressing into belly in the hold as your blubber enveloping my bod. You squeeze me tight lifting me from the mat …… then squeeze crushing my chest as I kick and struggle …… gasping for air and my face goes beet red …… trying not to pass out ….. raise my arms ….. the WHAM slam the heels of my hahand into your ears ……. Then repeat the thunder clap

Belly_Wobble: With my head ringing I release you pulling back a few steps then charging towards you as I am aiming to crush you between me and the cornerpost

Fearless_Freddie:  The thunderclap make you drop me and I collapse to the mat sucking in air …. You stagger, dazed some. I haul up to my feet and shake out, then see you coming at me like a raging bull. Quickly I drop to all fours and manage to trip you as you rush me. A huge cheer from the crowd as you collide with the corner post

Belly_Wobble:  Charging at you as you haul yourself up getting ready to squash you in that corner ….. but then you drop to all fours. Tripping me so I fell towards with my head chest and belly slamming onto cornerpost. Stunned from impact of my head against post I slump against post

 

Fearless_Freddie: You hit the corner post and the ring shudders …. I quickly roll away before your great blubber blob slumps toward the mat. I see you’re dazed somewhat. I dive across your back, wrapping my arms around your head trying to grasp your chin, but because of your bulk the fingers don’t manage to interlock. I am holding onto your chin, but mainly by your beard I lean back going for a camel clutch ….. tug your head back my legs clamped around your huge torso ….. riding the camel ….. C’MON BELLY WHAT YOU GONNA SAY!!!!

Belly_Wobble: You go for a camel clutch unconventionally as you are holding my beard not my chin. Still it works and is fucking painful bending my back. You might get a submission from this............ unless i can dislodge you so i attempt to roll over with you on top of me. Falling so i am on my side with you still holding on. Then i try to roll again. If i succeed i would be on top of you, you trapped under me which would i hope cause you to release me. Also i would be pinning you

Fearless_Freddie: The beard grab make you mad ….. you heave and roll to side can see I am about to be pancaked by a steamroller so release and scramble free fast.

Belly_Wobble: : You release and escape just in time to avoid getting pancaked. But now i am belly up in the ring

 

Like a beached whale, back hurting from the camel. Trying to get up but struggling as each time i attempt this a spasm goes through my back

Fearless_Freddie:  You a are sprawled on your back, I scramble to the ropes and climb. I steady myself on the second rope watch your chest heave up and down the spring off the ropes launching a high risk Freddies Fearless Flying Frogsplash. Splat across your bod, I reach a grab for your lower leg to curl you sone and the ref drops to check your blades. He calls out 1 aaaahhhh !!

Belly_Wobble:  I can only watch as you climb ropes ! Crowd cheering you on ! I see you leap from top rope. Freddie’s Fearless Flying Frogsplash flattening fat fucker ! You land it perfectly across my chest where it has most impact. You avoid splashing me on the belly where it had less defect and you ran risk of getting bounced off.

Groaning under you as you lift lower leg pushing my belly upwards towards my chest to make it almost impossible for me to roll and get a shoulder up

I hear ref counting one ah. I hear crowd chanting your name. I struggle but you had my rolled up tight and I can’t get shoulder up. 

Two ah

Fearless_Freddie: Gritting my teeth .... feel the tsunami of blubber under me as I you buck and struggle in the pin , gritting my teeth holding onto your tree trunk legs, beading with sear, hear the ref slap the 2 aaaahhh ...... try to roll the pin thighter... then

3 aaaaaahhhhhhh

and the arena erupts as the Promethean takes the match for the mighty Altas wrestler.

Belly_Wobble: I hear the three ah. I hear the crowd erupt. I hear their chants Freddie Freddie.

Freddie’s Fearless Flying Frogsplash flattened flabby Fat Fucker !!

Laying there under you still

DING DING DING

Fearless_Freddie: You lay under me as the ref announces the result.

ANNOUNCER: Your winner with a Frogsplash pin is FEEEEEAAAARLESS FREDDIE

Fearless_Freddie: I slide off your heaving bod, gliding my bod over you package as I do, get to my feet and acknowledge the cheers of the crowd

Belly_Wobble:  Laying there my belly sticking up. Chest heaving. Exhausted and humiliated at losing to a man well under half my weight

 

 I hear the crowd cheer as I just lay there. Ref checking on me but only my pride is injured. 

Fearless_Freddie:  You remain spreadeagled on the mat like a beached whale, you some to get up and four ring attendants try to help you to your feet, but they cannot budge you. I see their dilemma and make a signal to the guys in the lighting gantry.

Slowly chains jangle and lower towards the ring. These are the chains usually used to lower a chain or octagon if needed for a match. The attendants strap the leathers under your pits and I give a thumbs up. Slowly and with some strain the chains up again bringing you incredible bulk back to an upright position. When you are on your feet I signal for the to stop. I step forward and attempt to wrap hug on you ‘Good match Belly’ and I give your rotund gut a rub for luck.

 The attendants move in to release you as I make my way from the ring and through the crowd to the dressing room.