THE HIGH TABLE

Fearless Freddie

After a training session I walk into the Titans locker room feeling a bit peckish and I met by a delicious aroma. I explore further I find left of the side a hot KFC bucket and supersized drink.

I don’t see or hear anyone around and think ‘Shame for these to go t waste’ and I sit on the bench and start to chow down of the hot crispy morsels. Mmmm Mmmmm Mmmmmm loving the eleven ‘erbs and spices ….. ‘AAAHHHHH finger lickin’ good’ as I continue to devour the bucket, taking a slug from the massive cola.

 KFC Gut

I had just gone to the loo after a match

Leaving my bargain bucket in locker room. When i return, I am incensed to see fucking Fearless Freddie feasting !! Grabbing my food with one hand and lifting Double F with the other hand around his throat. “That’s mine lad”

Fearless Freddie

mmmmmm mmmmm mmmmm scoffing the delicious chicken ...... then hear someone come in the locker room ..... NNNOOOOOO!!!!!! ....... bucket is snatched and I am throat grip

What’s you problem blubber boy' kick and struggle in your grip

just one thigh left remaining in the bucket

totally hyped up on full auger, full caffeine cola ........ 'Wanna fight for it big boy?'

KFC Gut

Blubber boy is even more angry now. Carrying both bargain bucket and fearless fucker out to the ring where the crew were about to dismantle it as I was the main attraction and so my recently finished bout was last of evening

Slamming you in corner when I get in ring then grabbing the last piece of chicken and ramming that whole thing down your throat to try to choke you on it

Fearless Freddie

Wipe my greasy fingers on your 'tard ...... buzzing from the cola ...... then grabbed and you take me to the ring ........ 'Bring it on' I say as you toss me over the ropes then ram the delicious morsel into my mouth ........ mmmm mmmmmmm 'Thanks Gut'

KFC Gut

Assuming you will choke on it but clearly you are used to having massive pieces of meat rammed down your throat

As you chew and swallow to add insult to injury the gas in that fizzy cola rises up and you do a massive belch in my face

Dirty fucker !! Bending your head back as I slam a huge forearm into your chest

Fearless Freddie

'So true' I retort 'nothing like your cocktail Wiener, but guess you haven't seen that in a while' giggle and snicker ..... BURP!!! ........... OOOOOOOFFFFFF!!!!!!! rocked by a massive forearm ........ DAMN

high as a kite from the cola ........ 'So you want some this, blub' .......... rush at you with a body slam but bounce right off your bouncy castle belly ..... bounce into the ropes the catauplt right back at ya

KFC Gut

Unless you include looking ok a mirror I hadn’t seen my cock in over 20 years. I could hardly access it with my hands too as belly so was massive.

As I move back aiming to charge at you, you decide to charge at me

You bounce off my belly like I am a bouncy castle or trampoline. Hitting the ropes and get bounced back from ropes into my belly again.

Then as before you get bounced off my belly again back into ropes that bounce you back into me again

Each time the momentum increasing as the ropes force you back quicker. I just stand there laughing not realising your impacts are getting more intense each time we collide

Fearless Freddie

slam you again then slide down your belly ........ from the mat shoot out my arm ...... grab your ankle . yank it to trip you

KFC Gut

After three times you getting bounced between me and the ropes I am laughing. Laughing so much I don’t see you compensate and alter position do instead of getting bounced into ropes you can slide down my belly to the ground. My huge gut hiding you from view. Bending sideways to try to see where you are just as you grab them yank my ankle. My centre of gravity moving as I push weight onto one foot just at that moment. I stumble and fall land on my back with belly up

Fearless Freddie

The trip brings you crashing to the mat and your huge belly wobble like a massive jelly.

I grab your ankle and try to twist it

KFC Gut

Belly wobbling like a jelly. You grab ankle twisting it as I yell in pain

I realise your tactic is to injure my leg so i cannot get back on my feet. Reaching for ropes but they are too far away. Reaching to try to grab you but my huge belly is in the way

Fearless Freddie

Twist and crank the ankle lock ...... working it trying put for foot out of action ..... you try yo reach but keep myself out of distance behind belly mountain .... you squirm and stretch for the ropes but they are too far away , you are like a beached whale centre ring. ........ working the ankle

KFC Gut

Beached whale belly up as you apply ankle lock. Yelling in pain. Ref asking if I want to submit. I tell him to fuck off as I try to drag my huge bulk closer to ropes that are only just out of arms reach

Fearless Freddie

Feel you slowly edging away from me , try yo drag you bsck but can’t budge your incredible bulk ,,,,, crank the lock some more and firer a forearm smash between your legs

KFC Gut

Fingers so close to ropes after I dragged myself toward them. Just an inch away !! Then …….

AARRGGHH !! Balls destroyed by your forearm. Writhing in pain then trying to teach around my massive belly to protect them

Fearless Freddie

Keep my head down to avoid your massive arms swinging aimlessly over me

KFC Gut

Swinging my arms but i dont connect with you and i cant reach my balls as too fat. Laying groaning on my back as you crank on the ankle lock. Deciding to try to grab ropes again and this time i just reach them, my fingers just grasping the rope. Ref tells you to let me go

Twisting and turning your ankle ‘ Hey I’m gonna unscrew  your foot, Gut’ I jape as I wsork the lock.   I suddenly you convulse and a tsnami of blubber heads towards me as you heave and stretch for the ropes.   The ref yells ‘Break!’ ….   I release and roll away to avoid being the Titantic meeting the fatberg.   ‘Damn!!’ I call out as I stagger to my feet.

Still on my back on the ground

Then using ropes to help me get up but j am struggling to put my full weight on the ankle you twisted. I get upright with a huge effort. Sweat pouring off me. Holding onto ropes hoping you hadn’t realised my injured ankle can’t support me properly

Fearless Freddie

I roll to you grabbing you leg tight and yank and begin to wobble. I yank more and you start to fall. But ‘OH NO’!! I misjudge my escape and you come down on me and I am enveloped in your pillowy belly and trapped to the mat, I try desperately to struggle but I have been trapped by the collapsing man mountain.

The count starts

1

2

3

4

5

KFC Gut

I land on my belly. Well in fact I land belly down ! Suddenly I realise there is something between my belly and the mats - you!

You are belly up your body engulfed by my bulk. Only your feet are visible. Ref counting - it had been agreed it would be a ten count. Give you a better chance to escape - in theory

Ref counting continuing as I just lay there my legs hurting and unsure if can get up even if ref me told to do so

6 ah

7 ah

8 ah

Fearless Freddie

Completely trapped under this ton of lard, twist and struggle but just can’t move or even budge you

9 ah

Gasping under the weight but now this torture will soon be over

10ah!!!!!!!

OUT

DING DING DING

I yell ‘you won ‘YOU WON LARDO, GET OFF ME!!!!!!’

But no sign of movement from you as I am further quished into the canvas, the chicken and cola churning in my gut

KFC Gut

Ref reaches ten ! Calling for the bell signifying end of contest.

Telling me to lift. But I carry on laying there telling ref I can’t move and can’t get up off you as ankle injured. It is not true as I could roll off you if I wanted. Ref tried to push me but the comical scene doesn’t move an inch. Then he calls for other wrestlers to get to the ring and help get me off you

Fearless Freddie

I let out a huge soda belch as you rock and roll over my bod as everyone is yelling at you to get off me ….. but your incredible bulk coupled with bad leg have you struggling,

Then suddenly the PA crackles and announces

LADIES AND GENTLEMAN THE CHICKEN SHACK NEXT DOOR WILL BE CLOSING IN 10 MINUTES – 19 MINUTES UNTIL THE CHICKEN SHACK CLOSES

You shoot up and head outta the ring and the arena like Usain Bolt

KFC Gut

Refusing to get up as i pancake you under me. Then i hear the announcement and i quickly react. Getting up and heading out of the ring, Charging along, belly barging out of my way the ref, medics and other wrestlers who were there to try to get me off you

Fearless Freddie

I moan on the mat as I watch high tail out of the arena like an abnormally large greyhound that just saw the hare leave the trap …… the attendants rush in to scoop me from the mat and take me to the medical room.

When they get there ‘OH NO’ it is locked

 ‘DON’T WORRY GUYS JUST SLIDE ME UNDER THE BOTTOM WHILE YOU GO TO GET THE DOC’ I groan

Published: 2026-07-06, viewed 41 times.