THE HIGH TABLE

Sumostomach: At 600 lbs I was a human wrecking machine destroying men with my weight my butt my belly and my thighs. Confident yes arrogant definitely. So when this huge muscle man Adam starts telling me that he can beat me - I laugh - then tell him to get in the ring if he dares

Sumostomach:

Sumostomach: I decide I will go to ring first. Striding fine the aisle and hauling my bulk in to ring. Waiting for you

Sumostomach:

Adam_the_strong_guy: The arena lights suddenly cut to black. For a second the entire building falls silent. Then— BOOM. A deep bass hit shakes the arena floor. Golden spotlights explode across the entrance stage while smoke pours out from the tunnel. The giant screen flashes one word: ADAM The crowd erupts. Out of the smoke I finally emerge. Not the 289-pound bodybuilder they remembered from months ago. No. Now I am something else entirely. 320 pounds of sculpted muscle. Every pound earned in blood, iron, and obsession. My chest looks thicker. My shoulders wider than ever. Veins twist down both arms like cables. My thighs stretch against the gold trunks with every slow step. The lights reflect off sweat and oil covering my body, making every muscle look carved from bronze. I stop at the top of the ramp. And stare directly at you. The giant in red already standing in the ring.

Adam_the_strong_guy:

Adam_the_strong_guy: 600 pounds of arrogance waiting for me. I smirk. Then slowly raise both arms into a massive double biceps pose. The crowd explodes louder. “ADAM! ADAM! ADAM!” I lower my arms and start walking down the aisle. Slow. Confident. No fear in my face whatsoever. Every step deliberate. I can feel the ring shaking slightly already from your movement inside it, but I never take my eyes off you. Not once. You laugh at me from inside the ropes. I just grin wider. Because all I see is a challenge. A mountain to conquer. Halfway down the ramp I stop again. A camera rushes in front of me. I lean toward it and speak calmly: “You think being bigger makes you unstoppable.” I crack my neck slowly. “But all that weight?” I point directly toward the ring. “Tonight… I’m going to pick it up.” The crowd roars. I continue toward the ring while you pace back and forth like an angry bull waiting to charge. At ringside I finally stand face to face with the monster everyone fears. And suddenly the size difference becomes real. You tower in width. A living avalanche of flesh and power. Your belly hangs over the black mawashi-style belt. Massive thighs planted like tree trunks. Thick arms flexing as you glare down at me confidently. Most men would hesitate. I don’t. I climb onto the apron in one smooth motion. Step through the ropes.

Adam_the_strong_guy:

Adam_the_strong_guy: And now the entire arena feels too small for both of us. The referee immediately moves between us, sensing the tension. You smirk at me. I slowly look you up and down before speaking just loud enough for you to hear: “Six hundred pounds…” I step closer. “…and I still don’t think it’s enough.” The crowd loses its mind as we go nose to nose in the center of the ring. Monster versus titan. Mass versus muscle.

Adam_the_strong_guy:

Sumostomach: Two huge men ! Two men whose confidence and arrogance are as huge as they are. But that’s where the similarity ends. Physically we are complete opposites. Me enormously fat all over - belly butt thighs covered in layers of blubber. Like a walking whale. You solid muscle - abs chiselled, thighs like granite ready to squeeze a victim.

Sumostomach: You can almost smell the testosterone as we stand there facing each other sizing each other up. I know I need to get you off your feet quickly then land my full weight on you.

Sumostomach: ‘ Not enough’ you say - but for what. Surely you can’t lift me which is what you often do to opponents as I so heavy at 600 lb but is that now not enough as you had bulked up yourself to biggest I had ever seen

Sumostomach: Ref is waffling on about rules but I don’t listen. I have to get you off your feet quickly so I pull back then charge at you to try to knock you over even before bell had rung

Sumostomach:

Adam_the_strong_guy: The referee’s voice is just background noise to me now. All I can hear is the roar of the crowd… and your breathing. Heavy. Aggressive. Like a bull preparing to charge. You stand there towering in front of me — six hundred pounds of blubber, rage, and confidence packed into one monstrous body. Your belly hangs proudly over the black belt, your thighs thick as tree trunks, your chest rising as you glare at me with absolute certainty. And honestly? For a split second even I feel the danger standing in front of me. Because men my size don’t usually face men your size. But then you smirk. And I see it. You think I’m just another bodybuilder. Another pretty muscle boy. Big mistake. The referee is still talking when suddenly you explode forward. The entire ring shakes under your charge. “OH SHIT!” someone screams from the crowd. Six hundred pounds rushing straight at me before the bell even rings. But I’m ready. At the very last second I duck low beneath your massive arm. I feel the wind from your body fly over my shoulder as you thunder past me toward the ropes.

Adam_the_strong_guy: You stumble one step forward— And that’s when I strike. I spin hard behind you, every muscle in my back and shoulders exploding as I launch forward. “MOVE!” I drive a brutal clothesline straight across the back of your neck and shoulders. CRACK… 💥💥💥 The impact echoes through the arena. My forearm smashes into you like a steel beam. Your giant body lurches just a Bit forward from the hit, fat rippling violently across your back and sides as the ropes shake from your momentum. But you don’t go down. The crowd loses their minds. I stagger back a step myself, breathing hard, adrenaline surging through my veins.

Adam_the_strong_guy:

Sumostomach: As I charge the ring shakes. Like a bull heading straight for a hugely muscled toreador aiming to knock him off his feet, using element of surprise - I assume

Sumostomach: You are huge but still reasonably agile and therefore as I approach you just manage to escape by ducking. You are a few millimetres away from 600 lbs impacting you as I trundle past you almost ruffling your hair as I do so

Sumostomach:

Sumostomach: Like a juggernaut or an ocean liner I can’t stop suddenly as I carry on beyond for a few more steps. Before I can turn I feel your massive forearm slam onto back of my neck and shoulders with your full 320 lb weight behind that attack

Sumostomach: A smaller lighter man would have ended up ok the mats face down from this but my massive legs kept me upright as I stagger forwards a few steps. I know your strategy must be similar to mine to get me off my feet especially onto my back as I am rather like a beached whale then.

Sumostomach: As I am close to the ropes I reach out to grab them to help keep me on my feet as bell finally goes. Then turning to face you as we stare at each other. Slapping my belly to intimidate you

Adam_the_strong_guy: The impact of my clothesline still burns through my forearm as you stagger into the ropes. But you stay standing. That alone gets a reaction out of me. Most men would already be flat on their face after taking 320 pounds of muscle crashing into the back of their neck. You? You just lurch forward like a wounded tank. The ropes groan as your gigantic hands grab them for balance. Your chest heaving. Your huge back rippling as you steady yourself. Then finally— DING DING DING. The bell rings. The crowd explodes. And slowly you turn around to face me again. You slap your enormous belly with both hands. WHAM. WHAM. The sound echoes through the arena like somebody hitting a slab of meat with a sledgehammer. Your stomach ripples violently as you glare at me, trying to intimidate me with pure size. Six hundred pounds of moving mass. And I’ll admit it— You look dangerous as hell….

Adam_the_strong_guy: “You felt that, didn’t you?” I say calmly. I flex my right arm slowly, veins bulging down the bicep. “That was one arm.” The crowd roars. You snort angrily and pound your belly again. WHAM. I shake my head. “All that weight…” I point directly at your stomach. “…means every shot lands harder.” Now I step closer. Close enough to feel your body heat. Close enough to smell sweat pouring off six hundred pounds of angry flesh. But I don’t flinch. Instead I spread my arms slightly and stare directly into your eyes. “You think I can’t lift you.” I grin wider now. “Maybe.” I step even closer until our chests nearly touch. “But I don’t need to lift six hundred pounds…” I tap one massive finger against your chest. “…if I can make six hundred pounds fall.” The crowd erupts again.

Adam_the_strong_guy:

Sumostomach: Furious at this huge meathead’s words and his tapping finger. Crowd going wild at every word you say. I am undefeated and have sent every opponent to hospital on a stretcher. As you know

Sumostomach: “Ref you will need a huge stretcher for his arrogant muscle man” I yell looking at you not him

Sumostomach: Inwards feeling less self assured though as you are much bigger now.

Sumostomach: That finger still tapping my chest allowing my to grab your arm as I attempt to slingshot 320 lbs across the ring into a corner

Sumostomach:

Adam_the_strong_guy: The second your hand clamps around my wrist I realize my mistake. Too confident. Too close. Your gigantic arm tightens like a steel cable around mine and suddenly I feel all six hundred pounds of you shift with terrifying momentum. “Oh—!” Before I can brace myself you roar and sling me across the ring with unbelievable force. The crowd explodes. For a split second my boots actually leave the canvas as your sheer mass and power hurl me sideways like I weigh nothing. Then— CRASH! My entire back smashes into the turnbuckles. The ring shakes violently. The ropes snap tight around my arms as the impact blasts the air straight out of my lungs. “UGH—!” Pain erupts through my spine and shoulders instantly. My massive chest heaves as I hang there in the corner, arms draped over the top ropes for support. Damn. You hit harder than anyone I’ve ever faced. The crowd is going insane now, feeding off your dominance

Adam_the_strong_guy:

Sumostomach: You had underestimated my strength as you look at me as a mound of blubber but as I grab you then throw you around like a massive rag doll I can see from your face you realise you have finally met someone as strong as you maybe stronger

Sumostomach: Whole ring shaking as 320 lb of bulk hits the cornerpost !! You look dazed and confused not really able to comprehend what’s just happened. I judge you seem dazed enough not to be able to get out of the way this time as I charge across ring towards you. Hoping you will be transfixed like a rabbit in the headlights

Sumostomach: Picking up speed as I move faster than my bulk appeared possible. Planning to completely crush you in the corner

Adam_the_strong_guy: The whole ring is still vibrating from where you hurled me into the corner. My back burns. My chest rises hard with every breath. And as I look up at you charging toward me, I finally understand something: You are not just fat. You are powerful. Terrifyingly powerful. Six hundred pounds moving at full speed straight at me is like watching a truck lose its brakes. The crowd rises to its feet screaming as you thunder across the ring toward the corner, your massive belly and chest bouncing with every earth-shaking step. “MOVE ADAM!” “OH MY GOD!” Your face is twisted with confidence now. You think you’ve got me trapped. You think I’m stunned enough to sit there and let six hundred pounds crush me against steel. For half a second… I let you believe it. I stay slumped in the corner breathing heavily, eyes unfocused, arms hanging over the ropes. And you commit fully. That’s your mistake. Because the closer you get… …the clearer my vision becomes. At the very last possible second I explode sideways. WHOOOSH. I twist out of the corner with all the speed my 320-pound body can generate, one hand grabbing the top rope as I spin clear. Your eyes widen instantly. Too late. WAY too late. “SHIT—!” BOOOOOOM!!! The entire ring shakes violently as your enormous body crashes chest-first into the turnbuckles. The steel post rattles. The ropes snap tight. Your belly slams into the corner with unbelievable force and the impact echoes through the entire arena like a car crash. The crowd absolutely erupts. I stumble away from the corner breathing hard, then turn to look back at you hanging there over the ropes. And even I look shocked for a second at how hard you hit. Your gigantic frame is draped over the turnbuckles, arms tangled in the ropes as the whole ring still trembles beneath your weight. I wipe sweat from my mouth slowly. Then grin. “Strong…” I growl between breaths. I point directly at you. “But not fast enough.” The crowd roars again as I pound my own chest, adrenaline flooding

Adam_the_strong_guy:

Sumostomach: Charging grinning winning ! As I speed up as I approach you, we both know this is the defining crucial point of the match, you get badly crushed, dropped to canvas then I climb ropes for a massive Banzai drop then I do several more after that

Sumostomach: I am almost upon you I can see the fear in your eyes, hang on is that fear or determination.

Sumostomach: With a second to spare you throw your bulk aside just avoiding a pancaking. Instead it is me who gets crushed in corner, crushed by my own weight and my momentum. Belly taking full impact as I slump holding onto top rope injured exhausted embarrassed. Crowd chanting your name

Adam_the_strong_guy: The whole ring shakes as you crash into the corner. For a second you just hang there over the ropes, groaning, your massive belly crushed against the turnbuckles while the crowd explodes chanting my name. “ADAM! ADAM! ADAM!” I’m breathing hard too, sweat pouring down my chest, but when I see you stunned and trapped… …I attack instantly. I drive a brutal fist into the side of your back. THUD. Then another. THUD. Your huge body jerks with each shot as I hammer heavy punches into your ribs and kidneys. “You wanted to crush me?!” I roar into your ear. I grab a handful of your hair with one hand, the back of your neck with the other. Then I yank your enormous head backward— —and smash it forward into the top turnbuckle. CLANG! The steel rattles violently. The crowd erupts even louder as your giant frame slumps against the corner, dazed. I lean close, breathing heavily, muscles pumped and veins bulging. “Now you know…” I growl. “…I hit just as hard as you.”

Adam_the_strong_guy:

Sumostomach: Before I can move huge fists slam into my back. Your hands are enormous the size of dinner plates and couple with your huge power and ferocity you are destroying my back. Each hit slams me into the corner. Each hit weakening me. Each hit meaning you are closer to victory as you pummel away at me. Kidneys and ribs targeted. Huge bruises appearing.

Sumostomach: Then you grab my head slamming it into metal ring post. Face exploding with blood as you open up a deep gash in my forehead. All I can hear is your heavy breathing and relentless taunting.

Sumostomach: I need to get out of this corner. Grabbing hold of the top rope I lock back with my massive leg aiming for one of your legs. I feel it make contact with your knee and hear a cry of pain. Slamming my butt back to push you away across ring and give me some breathing space. Turning to face you - back in agony but trying to not let that show.

Adam_the_strong_guy: The kick slams into my knee and instantly pain shoots up my leg. “ARGH!” My balance breaks for a second as your massive leg crashes against the joint. Then your enormous backside drives backward into me with unbelievable force, sending my 320-pound body stumbling away across the ring. The crowd gasps. I catch myself before falling completely, one hand grabbing my knee while I glare at you through gritted teeth. Damn. You hit harder than I expected. I can already feel the joint throbbing. Meanwhile you finally turn away from the corner, blood pouring down your forehead, breathing like an injured beast trying not to show weakness. But I see it. Your back is wrecked. Your ribs are hurting. And now you’re slower.

Adam_the_strong_guy: You gave me distance. I suddenly explode forward. The crowd rises instantly as all 320 pounds of muscle charge across the ring straight toward you. “You wanted space?!” I roar. I leap. And drive my entire body sideways into your huge back with a devastating running body splash. BOOOOM! The impact shakes the ropes violently. My shoulder and chest crush into your broad back while all my momentum slams through your injured ribs and spine. Your giant body lurches forward from the collision, blood flying from your forehead as the audience absolutely erupts. I land hard beside you, breathing like an animal, chest pumping. But I’m already getting back up

Adam_the_strong_guy:

Sumostomach: Face to face I see you seem to have knee issues which i assume slowed you down. I try to move out of corner even slower and less agile than usual. Moving towards you like a wounded rhino about to charge. Moving into centre of ring as you retreat. I take that as a signal you are injured and so charge at you but you again move aside. Close to opposite corner now facing it as suddenly from the side you charge at me. Leaping as you land your whole weight on my back. Injuring my back and spine even more

Sumostomach: Smashing me into the corner blood flying everywhere as my head hits another metal cornerpost

Sumostomach: Groaning and struggling to move as pain in my back is so intense. I can hear you behind me as I turn again to face you

Adam_the_strong_guy: The body splash nearly crushed the air out of both of us. I stagger backward clutching my knee for a second while you slowly turn around again, blood running down your face, your huge chest heaving as the crowd screams around us. But even hurt… you still look enormous. Like some wounded monster refusing to fall. You lumber toward the middle of the ring, slower now, your back clearly damaged from the repeated attacks. Every step looks painful, but there’s still power in them. Still danger. I wipe sweat from my eyes and stare at you. Then I make my move.

Adam_the_strong_guy: Then I make my move. I explode forward, grab your head tightly under my arm and plant my boots hard into the canvas. My arms lock around your massive waist as the entire arena suddenly realizes what I’m trying to do. A piledriver. On six hundred pounds. The crowd goes insane. “You’re going down!” I roar. Every muscle in my body tightens violently as I try to lift you. Veins bulge across my arms, chest and shoulders. My legs shake under the effort. For a second… you actually shift slightly upward. The crowd erupts. But then the full reality of your size crashes into me. My injured knee suddenly buckles. Your dead weight drags downward like an anchor. And you stop moving completely. My eyes widen in disbelief. “Holy shit…”

Adam_the_strong_guy: I try again with a furious roar, ….. RRROOOOOAAAARRR …. pulling with absolutely everything I have— —but your massive body refuses to leave the mat. Not because I’m weak. Because you are simply too damn heavy. Six hundred pounds of flesh, power and momentum planted like a mountain in the center of the ring. Fuck…. Shake Head …. No Chance to bring you upsidedown in the Air …

Adam_the_strong_guy:

Sumostomach: Facing you again I can see your knee is causing you pain. That’s my area to attack if I can. Lumbering slowly forwards every step is agony as my back is destroyed, slowly moving towards you

Sumostomach: I assume your knee means you are slower too but you explode towards me grabbing my head under your arm. I assume you will try to slam my head into the mats but instead you reach your long arms around my colossal girth

Sumostomach: Surely you won’t try a piledriver on me. Panicking as never been subjected to this before. Planting my feet firmly on ground confident well fairly confident this is a step too far for you

Sumostomach: You are sweating and heaving and straining ! Exerting vast amounts of energy but I won’t shift. Finally you get me a few centimetres off ground. Your breathing is like a steam train blowing and puffing. Your body shaking and quaking.

Sumostomach: Then your knee gives way and you are forced to lower me. You try again wasting even more energy but no effect this time as you can’t move me at all.

Sumostomach: “Well well you ain’t the Superman you thought you were, are you” I snarl at you when you finally admit you can’t do it. You look exhausted. “I will show you how it is done”

Sumostomach: Grabbing you around thr waist and hoisting you off your feet. I had lifted men up to 500 lb so you should be easy to lift. You should be easy to lift but my back wasn’t happy. Massive pain shooting through my back and I am forced to lower you back down

Sumostomach: Moving back ready to charge into you again as I can see you seem exhausted and weakened - this time I am certain you can’t sidestep and I will knock you over

Sumostomach:

Adam_the_strong_guy: We stand facing each other again in the middle of the ring, both barely upright now. Your colossal chest rises and falls heavily, sweat pouring from your body after the failed lift. My own breathing is savage, every inhale burning through my ribs and back. My knee feels unstable beneath me, but I can also see the damage in your spine every time you shift your weight. You lower your head and start moving toward me again, preparing for another crushing charge. Slow. Relentless. Like an injured beast forcing itself forward through pain.

Adam_the_strong_guy: At the last second I explode sideways and rush behind you. Before you can fully turn, my arms shoot under yours and lock tight behind your neck — a full nelson snapped in hard. Your gigantic frame jerks in surprise as I wrench the hold tight immediately, forcing your shoulders back unnaturally. My chest slams against your broad sweating back while I dig my boots into the canvas for leverage. “You’re not steamrolling anyone now,” I growl through clenched teeth.

Adam_the_strong_guy: The strain is unbelievable. My arms tremble violently trying to keep the hold locked on someone your size. My injured knee shakes beneath me and my lower back feels ready to tear apart completely. But I can feel your own damaged back reacting every time I torque the hold tighter. Your massive body twists and struggles, trying to break free, but I stay glued behind you, dragging you backward inch by inch toward the center of the ring. Sweat drips from my face onto your shoulders as my breathing turns ragged and uneven. Then with a roar I suddenly throw all my weight sideways, trying to wrench the giant off balance and finally bring the monster down to the mat.

Adam_the_strong_guy:

Adam_the_strong_guy:

Adam_the_strong_guy:

Sumostomach: Charging at you as you just stand there. Surely I can get you off your feet now …… Again you move aside at last minute relying on your good leg to power your escape

Sumostomach: Moving behind me as I stop and before I can turn I feel your massive bulk behind me. Your gigantic arms going under my armpits, hands clasping around back of my neck. Vicious full nelson. Your huge chest against my massive sweaty back. Your heavy breathing on my neck your sweat dripping on my head. Two huge beasts locked together. Your growling words of defiance.

Sumostomach: However I can sense that you are struggling to hold me huge bulk. Arms trembling as you try to keep the lock in place. You are massive but even you have limits and my huge bulk is testing that limit. I try twisting and turning to try to break your clasp. Every twist and turn moving my back which complains with sharp pain as I do so

Sumostomach: You start to try to move us one step at a time, one foot at a time. Slowly very slowly towards centre of the ring. Your breathing getting more laboured. Sweat pouring off you. Then you roar and shift your own heavy bodyweight to one side to try to get me over onto the mats. I stumble one leg lifting off ground but I counter throwing my leg back down to the ground in a huge stomp like the start of a sumo match

Sumostomach: Then my back in agony but trying to block the pain I bend forwards just enough to lift you off your feet. Now I am breathing heavily sweating and straining my back. We hadn’t moved that far into ring as I start to charge back towards the corner carrying a rather surprised muscle man with me.

Sumostomach: Slamming your back into the ring post with my full 600 lbs. Whole ring shaking. I feel the grunt and groan as my massive body squashes you. Sweat flying everywhere from both of us. My back hurting so much but I hope I have done serious damage to your back and chest. You still have hold locked in, though not as tightly so I move forwards slightly then slam us back into the corner. Repeated move again and again till you are so crushed and squashed and lacking air that you release the hold

Adam_the_strong_guy: I am Sure I can fix my Nelson and so do I … but your massive big Body makes it Hard to fix …. Your huge belly helps you so my Arms start trembling…. The instant you surge forward carrying me with you, I realise just how dangerous you still are even with your back hanging by a thread. My boots scrape violently across the canvas as your 600 pounds stampede toward the corner with me trapped behind you. Every step jars my bad knee. My arms are still locked under your shoulders, forearms burning, biceps cramping from trying to keep the full nelson cinched around that mountain of a neck. Then— CRASH 💥💥💥

Adam_the_strong_guy: The ringpost slams into my spine like a car wreck. A guttural roar tears out of me as your entire body crushes me between steel and flesh. The whole ring shudders from the impact. My chest compresses so hard I lose my breath instantly. Sweat explodes from both of us in every direction. But somehow I don’t let go. I grit my teeth and tighten the hold again even as my arms shake uncontrollably. My face buried against your soaked hair, breathing raggedly onto your neck. “You… still… haven’t… beaten me…” I growl through gasping breaths. You stagger forward a step. Then slam backward again. Another horrifying collision 💥💥💥

Adam_the_strong_guy: My vision flashes white. Pain detonates through my lower back and ribs. My massive chest is crushed flat against the turnbuckles as your bulk drives into me again and again. I can feel the steel support behind the padding digging into my spine. The hold weakens for a moment as my fingers nearly slip apart from the shock. But instinctively I snarl and lock them together again behind your head, dragging your arms upward once more. Every muscle in my shoulders trembles violently now. Veins bulging across my arms and neck as I fight to keep control of the giant in front of me. You can feel it too. I’m weakening. My breathing becomes desperate. Harsh. Animal-like. Each inhale shorter than the last because your colossal body keeps crushing the air out of me every time you reverse into the corner. Still I refuse to release you.

Adam_the_strong_guy: I try to shift my hips sideways, trying to spin us away from the turnbuckles before another impact comes. My boots digging desperately into the mat. My entire 320 pounds straining against your monstrous weight. But then you surge backward once more. The loudest impact yet. The ring ropes shake violently as my back smashes into the post again. A raw cry bursts from my throat before I can stop it. My arms finally loosen just slightly around your neck as agony rips through my spine and chest. For the first time all match… I can feel myself close to breaking

Sumostomach: “Nearly half a tonne slamming into the ring post. Luckily the ring was reinforced to cope with these rather heavy errr gentlemen” the commentator smirks

Adam_the_strong_guy:

Sumostomach: BOOM BOOM BOOM ! Each slam into ring post causing whole ring to shake. Crushing you even more each time. I feel your vice like grip weaken. I am exhausted, breathing heavily and can feel and hear you are too. But I need to get you to release so I pull forwards again and then slam back yet again - this time lifting my feet very slightly off ground so my full weight crushes your chest. Surely that will be enough for you to release me ………..

Adam_the_strong_guy: BOOM. The final impact crushes the air from my lungs completely. Your 600 pounds drive backward into me with terrifying force, my spine smashing against the steel beneath the padding as your full bodyweight folds me into the corner. For a second everything goes white. My arms finally give out. The full nelson breaks apart as my trembling hands slip from behind your neck. My forearms fall uselessly to your shoulders before I stagger sideways into the turnbuckles, barely staying upright. I’m gasping now. Desperate. Every breath ragged and broken. Sweat pours from my body in streams. My chest heaves violently. My back feels ruined — every heartbeat sending pain through my ribs and spine after absorbing slam after slam from the giant in front of me. I glare at you through blurred vision, leaning heavily against the ropes. But even exhausted… even crushed… I’m still standing.

Adam_the_strong_guy: The instant you stagger a half step sideways after the last crushing slam, instinct takes over. I twist sharply out of the corner before you can trap me there again. Pain explodes through my back as I spin off the ropes, my boots stumbling across the canvas for balance. My chest is heaving violently now, sweat dripping from my beard onto the mat below. Every breath burns after being crushed repeatedly beneath your impossible weight. But I know one thing with absolute certainty now: If you pin me in that corner again… it’s over. I plant one hand against my aching ribs and slowly straighten up, circling away from the turnbuckles. My shoulders rise and fall like a steam engine as I glare across the ring at you. “You nearly broke me there…” I admit between ragged breaths. My arms still tremble from trying to hold the full nelson on a 600-pound monster. My spine screams every time I move. But despite everything, I force myself back into stance. No more getting trapped. No more absorbing your full weight against steel. This fight had become survival now.

Sumostomach: Finally the muscle mountain releases his grip. I can hear from the groans and moans that you are badly crushed. Hoping that as I pull away to prevent you reapplying the hold or even worse a chokehold that you will collapse onto the mats. I can then drag you into position for the Banzai drop. I consider one last slam but my back is wrecked and I decide against it. Arms and shoulders in agony as I pull forwards ready to turn to see the damage I inflicted

Sumostomach: I am surprised even shocked that as I move away that instead of collapsing you stagger out of the corner

Adam_the_strong_guy:

Sumostomach: You look in a bad way holding your ribs but you are standing ! I am very impressed as every other opponent I had crushed like that had collapsed to mats. Impressed but also concerned as I am exhausted and I know this is now as much a test of stamina as strength now and my stamina is lower than yours I expect. My own chest heaving with the exertion facing an irate muscle man

Sumostomach: Moving slowly out of the corner back screaming in pain so we are up close again as we were at start of match. Belly against abs. Face to face. Hoping you are concentrating on my face and belly as I slam my massive leg into your weak knee hoping that it will buckle

Adam_the_strong_guy: Your massive leg crashes into my weakened knee and for a split second the whole joint buckles sideways. Pain shoots up my leg like lightning. But this time I was waiting for it. Instead of collapsing, I twist with the impact and slip around you as you lumber forward from the kick. The instant your damaged back forces you slightly off balance, rage finally takes over completely. “No more games…” I snarl. I drive a brutal kick straight into the back of your knee. The impact lands hard behind the joint. Your gigantic body lurches violently.

Adam_the_strong_guy: Then for the first time all match… the mountain drops. One knee slams into the canvas. The whole ring shakes beneath your weight. Before you can rise I hammer forearm after forearm into the side of your head. Short savage blows powered by every ounce of frustration and adrenaline left in my battered body. THUD. THUD. THUD. Sweat flies from both of us with every impact. My breathing is feral now, chest heaving violently, ribs screaming from the punishment you inflicted in the corner. But I keep attacking. “You wanted to crush me?!” I roar.

Adam_the_strong_guy: Another clubbing shot crashes against your skull. Your huge frame sways lower. I stagger beside you, barely standing myself, but fury keeps me moving as I grab at your shoulder and neck trying to finally drag the exhausted giant all the way down onto the mat.

Adam_the_strong_guy:

Sumostomach: My attack doesn’t go to plan as you anticipate my move. With one foot off ground and you standing firm suddenly it’s me who is unbalanced as you slip behind me again. Using your uninjured leg to kick hard the back of my knee. My knee and leg crumble from impact and I drop to one knee. First time in match either had been off our feet. You hammering blows onto my head. Dazing me. Almost breaking my skull with impact as my brain rattles from each hit. Head going lower other knee now on canvas

Sumostomach: I feel you next to me almost devoid of any emotion but hatred as your huge arms relentlessly pummel me. Then you grab my shoulders and neck to drag to pull to push using your brutal brute force to finally get me to the mats. As you force me lower and lower I grab your weakened leg a pull it to bring you down to ground with me

Sumostomach: As I fall forwards onto my belly I carry on pulling and pulling. Headbutting the ground blood flying. But i still have your leg which I pulled off the ground. Yanking it hard as I watch you flail about then fall onto your back with a ring shaking thud.

Sumostomach: I bend your leg back putting pressure on your knee then I lay it on ground as I roll my full weight over it to injure it even more

Sumostomach: Then I roll my full weight onto you. Steamrollering you as I roll over you in a cross body position from head to knee to flatten you and crush you. Back hitting with every roll every movement but I work through the pain

Adam_the_strong_guy: Agony explodes through my knee as you wrench the leg and roll your crushing weight across it. A roar bursts from my throat as your massive body steamrollers over me, flattening my chest and ribs into the canvas. The ring shakes from every roll of your 600 pounds across my battered body. But instinct saves me. The second your weight shifts forward again, I twist violently underneath you and roll away before you can crush me completely. My injured leg screams as I scramble desperately across the mat. I don’t even try to stand. Still gasping for air, I grab the bottom rope and drag myself underneath it, rolling out of the ring to the floor below just before you can grab me again. I land hard against the outside padding, clutching my knee with one arm and my ribs with the other. Sweat pouring off me. Chest heaving uncontrollably. For the first time all match… I needed space. Needed seconds to breathe. Because inside that ring… the monster was starting to overwhelm me again.

Sumostomach: As I steamroller you I feel your massive muscles get squashed and flattened. After the first couple of rolls from head to knee as I start again your twist your body violently and manage to get out from under me. You roll to safety as I try to grab you but miss. I roll as well to ropes to help me get up as you roll out of the ring. Furious that you are taking a breather I yell at ref who is starting to count you out. One ah two ah ! If he reaches ten and you are still outside ring I win. Though it would not be a proper win. Hands on ropes staring at you intimating you yelling at you to get back in ring now

Sumostomach:

Sumostomach: Feet planted next to the edge of ring waiting for you

Adam_the_strong_guy: I slump against the barricade outside the ring, dragging huge breaths into burning lungs while the referee starts counting. “One… two…” My entire body throbs. One arm wrapped around my damaged ribs. The other gripping my knee as I slowly flex the joint, trying to force life back into it after you crushed it beneath your weight. Sweat pours off me onto the arena floor. Inside the ring I can see you glaring down at me, hands gripping the ropes, chest heaving almost as hard as mine. Even from out here I can hear your breathing. You’re exhausted too. That gives me a small grim smile. Because now I finally understand something: Trying to overpower a 600-pound monster head on is suicide. Every slam. Every collision. Every second trapped underneath you drains enormous energy from both of us — but your sheer mass makes every exchange cost me more.

Adam_the_strong_guy: I wipe sweat and blood from my mouth and stare back at you. “No more strength contests…” I mutter to myself. I needed movement now. Angles. Speed. Precision. Your back was damaged.Your stamina was fading.Your knees were slowing. I straighten up slowly outside the ring, still limping slightly, eyes never leaving you for a second. Then I take one deep breath and roll my shoulders loose, preparing to step back inside with an entirely different plan.

Adam_the_strong_guy:

Sumostomach: Three ah four ah. Ref still counting as you remain outside the ring. I contemplate getting out ring too and throwing you back in but i want to save my injured back and aching knees from excess work

Sumostomach: Watching you staring at you as you stand defiantly

Adam_the_strong_guy: I straighten up slowly outside the ring, chest still rising and falling heavily after everything you put me through. Then I deliberately flex. My swollen muscles tighten under the arena lights, sweat glistening across my chest, shoulders and arms as I stare directly back at the giant inside the ring. One hand brushes my damaged ribs for a second before I roll my shoulders loose again. The referee keeps counting. “Five ah!” But I barely hear him. My eyes stay locked on yours. A slow grin spreads across my face despite the pain. “You want the count-out that badly?” I shout up at you. “Then come get me, Colossus!” I spread my arms slightly outside the ring, flexing again defiantly. “Or are those 600 pounds finally too exhausted to move?”

Adam_the_strong_guy:

Sumostomach: I should just taunt you from inside ring and let ref count you out ! I should ! BUT your words make me livid and i decide to teach you a lesson. Sitting in ring and rolling my bulk under the bottom rope. Now face to face outside the ring as ref reaches six. Getting low i charge at you like a rhino aiming to slam in to you and use my huge bulk to knock you over onto the solid unyielding floor

Sumostomach:

Sumostomach: Charging even slower than usual as back hurts, knees hurt, head hurts !

Adam_the_strong_guy: Thats where I Want You…. Outside… hahha …. The instant you come crashing toward me outside the ring, I know the trap worked. Even exhausted… even battered… you were still too angry to think clearly. I stay perfectly still until the very last second, watching the 600-pound monster storm toward me like an injured rhino. Your breathing is wild. Your knees unstable. Your back twisted with pain from everything we’ve done to each other. Then I explode sideways. Your massive body misses me by inches. BOOM! You crash shoulder-first into the steel barricade with a violent impact that rattles the entire ringside area. The metal barrier shakes loudly as your huge frame folds awkwardly against it. I hear the grunt burst from your lungs instantly. “THAT’S what I wanted!” I shout. But I don’t waste energy attacking outside. Not now. While you’re tangled against the barricade trying to recover, I immediately grab the apron and roll back into the ring beneath the bottom rope. The referee turns and starts counting again as I rise slowly inside the ring, one hand on my aching ribs, the other flexing my damaged knee. I stare back at you from the center of the ring now, chest heaving but focused again at last. “No more fighting your fight…” I growl under my breath. Now you had to come to me.

Adam_the_strong_guy:

Sumostomach: Charging like a huge angry rhino at you, about to collide with 320 lbs of taunting muscle man ………….. big actually commode c with the metal barricade surrounded the ringside area. Crowd on other scattering as my momentum bends the barricade.

Sumostomach: Head hitting the steel blood fountaining as I slump down to ground groaning. Ref counting again this time counting me out one ah two ah

Sumostomach: Moving slowly even more slowly then before half crawling half dragging myself across the floor

Sumostomach: Three ah four ah five ah

Sumostomach: Using the metal corner post to haul myself upright. Back in agony knees shaking

Sumostomach: Six ah seven ah

Sumostomach: Hauling myself after three attempts under the bottom rope absolutely exhausted as ref reached nine ah

Sumostomach: Ref holding you back as i get in ring. You are snarling and growling like a rabid beast straining against ref’s outstretched arm as ref is making sure I get upright by using ropes before he allows you to attack

Sumostomach: I am upright holding tightly onto ropes. Trying to clear my head. Blood flowing. Still dizzy from hitting the barricade as ref allow you to finally resume the assault

Adam_the_strong_guy: The second you drag yourself under the bottom rope, I explode forward. But the referee throws himself between us, both hands against my chest trying to hold me back while you cling desperately to the ropes. I’m snarling now, barely able to contain myself, muscles flexing violently as I strain against him. “Move!” I roar at the referee. I can see the blood pouring down your face. Your legs shaking. Your eyes unfocused after smashing into the barricade. The giant was hurt badly now. Exactly where I wanted you. The referee finally steps aside.

Adam_the_strong_guy: Instantly I charge. My good leg plants hard into the canvas and I whip a brutal high kick straight toward your temple. CRACK. My shin smashes against the side of your head with a sickening impact. Sweat and blood spray through the air as your huge body stumbles sideways against the ropes. Before you can collapse I’m already on you. THUD. A right hand crashes into your jaw. THUD. A left hook to the side of your skull. THUD. Another vicious shot straight into your bloodied forehead. I hammer punches into you relentlessly, driving the giant backward along the ropes while my own chest heaves wildly from exhaustion and adrenaline.

Adam_the_strong_guy: I am pretty under Adrenaline and want to crush your besten and weakened Body down on Canvas so I came up with those fast hammers against your Temple Holding the Steel barricades before did also their work … “STAY DOWN!” I roar directly into your face as another punch snaps your head sideways. For the first time all match… The monster finally looked close to falling.

Adam_the_strong_guy:

Sumostomach: Like a wild animal as soon as ref allows you are on the attack. I don’t see the kick coming as dazed and face covered in blood. It hit perfectly - perfectly for you that is. Blood gushes from my face. I stagger back a few steps towards the ropes just about keeping on my feet. I m us if I gk down onto my back it will difficult for me to get back up again and i will be the wild animals prey

Sumostomach: Punch after punch hit after hit to my head. You are like a machine slamming hit after hit into me.

Sumostomach: You almost seem insane as you hammer away at me. Sweat flying off you. Blood flying off me. A brontosaurus being attacked by a tyrannosaurus.

Sumostomach: Unsure where I am now. All I hear and feel are the relentless blows to my head. Clever to attack the one area of mine not protected my muscle and blubber. Legs turning to jelly as the dizziness increases. Swaying on my feet now then another huge hammer to my head and ………..

Sumostomach: TIMBER !!! The crowd yell as this human sequoia falls at last as I stumble backwards my brain blacks out for moment, my knees and legs give way.

Sumostomach: Belly up in the ring. My back took full impact of fall as I wake up again. Laying there groaning unable to move

Sumostomach:

Sumostomach:

Adam_the_strong_guy: The final punch lands clean. I feel the impact travel through my shoulder and fist straight into your skull. Then suddenly… The giant starts to fall. Your massive body sways backward slowly, impossibly slowly, like an ancient tree finally giving way after endless punishment. The entire arena rises to its feet as your knees buckle beneath you. “TIMBER!!” The roar from the crowd shakes the building. Then you crash onto your back with a thunderous BOOM that rattles the ring beneath my boots.

Adam_the_strong_guy: For a second I just stand there above you, chest heaving violently. Sweat pours off my body in rivers. My ribs ache. My knee throbs. My back burns from everything you put me through. Blood from your face is smeared across my fists and chest. But you’re down. Finally down. The referee rushes between us, checking you as you lie there groaning and barely conscious, unable to rise after the relentless assault. Then— 🔔 🔔 🔔 The bell rings. I stagger backward a step, exhausted beyond words, before slowly raising my arms to the deafening roar of the crowd. “Here is your winner…” I glare down at the fallen mountain beneath me. “ADAM!”

Adam_the_strong_guy: shake my head in disbelief, still breathing like a steam engine after surviving the most brutal fight of my life. “You nearly crushed me…” I mutter down at you. “But in the end… the monster fell.”

Adam_the_strong_guy:

Sumostomach: Unable to move drifting in and out of consciousness.

Sumostomach: Ref had seen enough. I clearly can’t carry on - I can’t even move. So as he is worried you will continue battering me after he checks me he signals for end of match. Strategically placing himself between us to stop you attacking me further.

Sumostomach: Crowd erupt into cheers and shouts of ADAM ! But I dont hear it as I drift back into unconsciousness.

Sumostomach: Ref calling for medical assistance and the biggest stretcher even invented to get me out of the ring

Adam_the_strong_guy: The referee tries to hold me back as you lie there unconscious beneath me. But I shove his arm aside aggressively. “Go away,” I snarl without even looking at him. The crowd erupts even louder as I bend down and grab a fistful of your hair, dragging the gigantic head of the fallen colossus slightly off the canvas. Your huge body barely responds. I lean down close to your bloodied face. “I told you…” I growl heavily through exhausted breaths. “I run this ring.” Then, still holding your hair with one hand, I slowly flex my free arm beside my head — bicep swelling under the arena lights while the crowd roars my name. “ADAM! ADAM! ADAM!” Towering over the unconscious 600-pound monster beneath me. The undisputed boss of the ring.

Adam_the_strong_guy:

Sumostomach: I wake up to see your snarling face inches from mine telling me he runs this ring. I try to move to get up to get away even to attack but so exhausted so injured so weakened by blood loss i can’t. I just have to listen to your rants.

Sumostomach: Vowing to destroy you in our rematch and interfere to attack you in your matches with other opponents.

Sumostomach: You get up pulling me slightly off mats as still holding my head as blood flows still on to mats. Colossus is defeated and humiliated

Sumostomach: Ref desperately trying to get you away

Adam_the_strong_guy: You threaten revenge through bloodied lips, still trying to fight even while barely conscious beneath me. That only fuels me more. The referee grabs at my arm again, shouting for me to back away, but I completely ignore him. My breathing is savage now, muscles trembling with exhaustion and adrenaline as I force your gigantic body over onto its stomach. The entire ring shakes from the movement. You try to resist weakly, but there’s nothing left in you. I step over your colossal frame and grab both massive legs, hauling them upward despite the screaming pain in my own back and knee. The crowd erupts as they realise what I’m doing. “No!” the referee yells. Too late. I sit down hard into a brutal Boston Crab, wrenching your battered back and legs backward while towering over the defeated giant. Your body convulses beneath me. “I BREAK giants!” I roar to the arena. The referee desperately tries pulling at me now, but I lean back even further, flexing my arms as your huge frame is bent painfully beneath me in the center of the ring. “You wanted war?!” I scream down at you. “THIS is what happens when you challenge the boss!”

Adam_the_strong_guy: You GIVE big boy ?? Tell us … who is the BOSS in here ??

Sumostomach: My back is wrecked already but this is torture. A brutal Boston Crab. I would struggle to cope with this normally as so inflexible but now it is agony. Yelling and screaming and swearing at you. You bend me back even more my spine about to snap. Close to KO again.

Sumostomach: You pull back even more

Sumostomach: I GIVE !!!! But will you release ??

Adam_the_strong_guy: Your scream echoes through the entire arena. “I GIVE! I GIVE!” But rage is still burning through me after everything we did to each other. I lean back even harder in the Boston Crab, muscles bulging as I wrench your battered spine further. Your gigantic body trembles beneath me while the crowd erupts into shocked screams. “I BREAK your back, you bastard!” I roar down at you.

Adam_the_strong_guy: The referee is suddenly right beside us now, shouting directly into my face. “LET GO, ADAM! LET GO NOW OR I DISQUALIFY YOU!” For a second I keep the hold locked in, breathing like a wild animal while your body convulses beneath me. Then finally… I release

Adam_the_strong_guy: Your huge legs drop heavily back to the mat as I rise slowly to my feet, exhausted and drenched in sweat. My chest heaving violently. Every muscle shaking from the war we just survived. I glare down at you one last time while the referee kneels beside the broken colossus. “Next time…” I snarl through gritted teeth, pointing down at you. “I finish the job completely.”

Adam_the_strong_guy: I flex …. For my Victory.

Adam_the_strong_guy:

Adam_the_strong_guy: END

Sumostomach: End