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In the city of Norton, USA, there was an Apartment Complex. Predictably, this also featured an Apartment, and in this apartment lived two people. Taylor was a fairly short and somewhat lanky individual. Flynn was not.

Flynn was spending yet another weekend laying on the couch playing video games. This literally meant the whole weekend, the only things motivation enough to get off of the couch seemed to be toilet breaks and when Taylor felt like talking. And the smell of fresh pastry, chocolate and junk food filling the air meant that a conversation was probably about to start.

"Taylor! You're home already?"

"Yeah, and I brought foods."

Flynn quickly removed the blanket and went about hefting the bulky three hundred pound body off of the couch. A noticeable groove had been placed where Flynn had been sitting for the past few hours.

"Wow! What a haul! But I thought you were on a date? Ms. Redhead with the great butt?"

"Oh yeah. We sort of realised we didn't have much in common so we decided to cancel it halfway through."

"Really? Aw, but she had such a Nice Butt. I thought you two'd really hit it off. Maybe next time then," Flynn stated, sinking her jaws into a Subway foot long. "So, wanna join me for a game of Halo? I just finished a new map in Forge."

"Uh, Flynn?"

"What?" Flynn didn't know what Taylor was talking about. However, it didn't take long to realises she had accidentally sprayed a bite of sauce into her cleavage. It may be good to mention that Flynn full name was Abigail Harley Flynn. "Oh! Oops, I'll be right back."

It didn't take very long for Flynn to zip down to her room, grab a new shirt, head to the bathroom and get changed. She didn't have the best table manners, so this wasn't the first time this had happened. It was nowhere near as embarrassing as you'd expect. She simply came back out and finished her sandwich, trying a little harder not to accidentally launch any more of its contents.

"So, where were we? Halo right?"

"Yeah, and you know I'd love to kick some ass with you, but I've got work in half an hour."

"But  I thought today was your day off."

"Yeah, but I called them. We needed some extra cash."

"Oh, okay. Well, how about just one match?"

"Why the hell not?"

After two more sandwiches, in under four minutes, Flynn and Taylor were playing Halo. They were both good, but Flynn had the advantage of playing it at least thirteen hours a day at least three or four times a week. They actually managed to fit in three games due to her tendency to perform several head shots in quick succession. And she just happened to be the kind of person to spout one-liners furiously at the screen, no matter how juvenile or how bad of a pun they were. It took video games to get this out of her, as she was usually a little more subdued. Her sheer passion easily caught Taylor like a net every time they played. Fortunately this time he managed to shake it off just as he needed to get going.

"Well that's all I have time for," he said sadly. He pulled himself off the couch and headed to the table.

"Oh well. Have a good day at work. I hope you don't get that dude with the blue wig again." Taylor worked at a store specialising in Manga, Anime and general Japanese culture. Sometimes customers were a little bit too enthusiastic.

"Yeah, I actually had to explain the rules of Yu-Gi-Oh in as much detail as possible before he bought something last time! Well, I'll be sure to pick up some pizza on the way home. Then we can have a proper Halo night."

"See ya," the bloated girl waved as her friend made his exit. The first thing she did after pausing the game, was of course, returning to the food. While she didn't have a crazy sort of Food-Lust, Flynn did have quite the appetite and would gladly take a half an hour or so to fill herself up. What she really loved were candy bars, chips and pizza, because they were much easier to handle, and thus she didn't even need to take time off her gaming. Though she was just happy to finish her three remaining Subway sandwiches, a small carton of chocolates milk, a chocolate cake and a box of donuts.

"UuuuuUUUURP! Oh man!" Flynn pulled her shirt over her stomach. What a feast! It was no surprised to see her gut poking out further than usual after a big meal. This was normal for her, and when she was already plus sized to begin with, it wasn't all that noticeable.

After a few minutes of rubbing gently across her sore tummy, there was only one thing left for her to do: Play some more Halo. That was her regular schedule really. Unless a friend was over or she went to do something with Taylor, she usually just lazed about playing video games or watching TV and eating junk food. She didn't have to work, she didn't have to pay confusing bills, and she had a nearly endless supply of food thanks to Taylor, and he bought a new game every month time she was just starting to get bored, she'd have something new to try out. As she blasted the head off an enemy Spartan, she let out a deep and satisfied sigh. How could life possible get any better?

After her first unlucky streak in weeks, Flynn scoffed at the screen and turned off the Xbox.  She was getting tired of Space Marines anyway. She was in the mood for demons! She strutted herself over to the DVD shelf and pulled out a copy of Chrono Crusade. Taylor had a large library of Anime thanks to his job. One of many reasons why he was such a great room mate. But of course she couldn't watch Anime without food, and there were still quite a few bags left on the table.

For her viewing pleasure, the lardy lady picked a canister or two of Pringles, a six pack of Pepsi and a six pack of Coke, a few slabs of Cadbury chocolate, M&Ms, a bag of Beef Jerky, Gummi Worms, some Bubble Gum Yum ice cream, a strawberry milkshake and two meals of McDonalds, both containing two large Fries, octupple cheeseburgers and thick shakes (They were a little cold now, but she didn't mind; she'd just eat them first). Oh yes, she was going to have quite the snacking experience tonight! And Taylor was bringing home pizza! She drooled a little as she admired her chosen stock, but of course there was never anything wrong with a little more, so grabbing herself one more bag of chocolate coated peanuts wouldn't hurt.

As she reached into the shopping bag, her grip caught onto a little more than expected. She failed to notice and sat herself down on the couch and hit play. It was only after she choked down her second burger that she suddenly realised she had accidentally carried two pieces of paper over with her. "Eh, no big deal," she thought, but she felt courteous enough to make sure it wasn't something important before tossing it away. This was fortunate as the paper just happened to be Taylor's pay cheque! He lost it a few weeks ago and couldn't find it. Well won't he be happy with her. What was the other piece of paper? Just the receipt for all the stuff he bought. She was about to place them on he arm of the couch when something finally struck her...

The receipt was for approximately six hundred dollars more than the pay cheque.

Flynn looked to her junk food, then to the shopping bags, and then to her bloated belly. This...this wasn't just a treat. This wasn't even their weekly groceries! They bought this much approximately twice every week, and that little cheque was a weeks salary! And the worst part was that by the next day, she probably would have eaten through the entire lot!

Other things began to come clear. Taylor didn't buy all that much for himself. He had plenty of DVDs but he got those virtually for free. In fact, he had a lot of Anime stuff...Was he getting EVERYTHING from work?! Was he spending everything on her?

No, of course he wasn't! She was just being silly. Taylor was a good friend, but he wasn't a slave! Besides, she never asked him for this sort of situation, so there was no way it could have come up...But then again, she never even considered paying the rent. Or anything for that matter. She had known him since college, back then he used to pick up the tabs for everyone being such a nice guy. It was the exact same thing once they moved in, so she never noticed anything. He was the same nice guy with a friendly attitude he had always been. He was the same! ...He really was the same...he even had the same clothes! He couldn't afford new clothes!? HE WAS HER SLAVE!!

Flynn almost jumped off the couch in shock, knocking every scrap of food to the floor  as she did so. She grasped at her chest, feeling her heart pounding like a drum. This wasn't right! She wasn't a monster! Taylor was her best friend and she was letting him waste all his money on her; every last cent. She almost felt a tear in her eye. She had to do something. She couldn't let it continue!

She needed a job.

But she hadn't worked a day in her life! Where would she even start? Maybe an actual job wasn't her best option for the moment. She needed to start somewhere else, but a job was definitely on the roster. And much less snacking, she'd probably have to restrict herself to four meals a day like everyone else. She was pretty sure it was four. First she needed a hobby! Something to take her mind off eating constantly. Something she wouldn't be tempted to let Taylor buy for her. Definitely not video games, she could eat while doing that. Something else. There only one thing to do: Internet!

Flynn didn't use the internet as much as most, but she knew it pretty well, mostly because Taylor had a laptop and she didn't need to get up to use it most of the time. She went straight to Google and searched 'Hobbies.' She was instantly flooded with everything she could ask for. Tennis, DnD, bottle ships, stamp collecting, and some real strange things like 'Pornographic Yoga,' 'Home Made X-Rays' and 'All in One, Guitar kit and Portable Garden.' But she wanted something simple. She actually considered Pornographic Yoga, but there were too many things she would need to buy. And it looked rather painful.

The next two hours went like this. She'd check something and realise it wouldn't work out, just to find something else equally promising, and get the same results. It had gotten to the point where she was searching about how to keep a yacht in working order on a low budget (two million dollars). She sighed deeply as she moved onto the next item. Though thanks to her boredom, her finger happened to slip just a tiny bit…

"Women's Sumo Wrestling?" The page would have probably failed to gather her interest if not for the image at the front.

It was a woman. Almost three times Flynn's weight, if she had to guess, and wearing nothing but a hair band, a tank top, and some shorts. But the other thing was her expression. She had a sort of expression that you saw on normal athletes. Confident. Not something you tended to see on a woman of that size practically in their underwear. It was obviously a morph.

Flynn liked her own body, but she knew in that way she was one in a million. And hell, she was planning on losing it so she could fit into her old clothes instead of letting Taylor buy her new ones. This site was clearly a joke. Everything about it was just silly. There was a listing of regular fighters, such as 'Half-A-Ton-Heidi' or 'Love Handler.' As if anyone would actually choose a name like that. Hell, she wasn't an expert, but she was pretty sure it took a few too many liberties to actually call it 'Sumo Wrestling. For one, she was pretty sure that only Pro or Mexican wrestlers wore those masks.

As silly as it was, it was actually kind of funny. She went back to the homepage and decided to read the summary.

"The Women's Underground Sumo League was founded by Talia Moto, AKA former WUSL Champion 'Consumeress' . Irritated that women were not allowed on the ring in her homeland of Japan, Talia set up the league to satisfy her fellow plumpettes with the honourable combat of the Sumo." Two fat people, pushing and shoving each other out of a ring. "Women of all shapes and sizes compete (Though only the chubsters win), and some of the most colourful characters have been seen duking it out for the honour of entering the annual 'Gutclash Tournament.' Spots are always available."

More obvious evidence that it was fake: No address. If someone wanted to enter, where would they go? However, from the News page, it was clear that however was behind the whole thing updated frequently. She had to subscribe. This was hilarious! They took it so seriously! She hadn't even known about the thing for half an hour, and she already had a favourite wrestler, a chunky chick calling herself 'Ms. Quake,' mainly because of her bright pink hair, and that her bio claimed her signature move was a flying kick (Which looked hilarious in her head). But as hilarious as it was, she still hadn't found herself a hobby.

She hit Back a few times and continued her search. She managed to read through one, but it was quickly decided that cooking wasn't an option. She was about to continue on when she heard the opening of the door, and the delicious smell of Italian cuisine wafting over to her.

"I'm back! Now, I hope your not disappointed, but I don't get paid until Friday, so I cold only get eight pizzas.

Flynn looked over to him. Those red boxes, steaming with spicy hot, cheesy aromas that made drool coarse from behind her lips...Naturally, she leapt off the chair, ran into her room and slammed the door. Taylor stood holding eight hot pizza boxes with a very confused expression.

"So you're not hungry? Cos that doesn't sound like you...You know, I don't really like pizza all that much."

The next day started out a little different to most every other day. Flynn got up early and decided to go for a jog. She initially started out with enthusiasm and energy to spare. Both were gravely depleted after the third street. Though that didn't manage to stop her, since she hadn't left the apartment in at least a month and a half and rarely left it anyway, she quickly realised she had no idea where she was and actually and to call Taylor to pick her up in his car. She couldn't have felt more embarrassed if she tried. Forget that the jogging outfit was HIS, and several sizes too small for her.

"So, what were you doing out in the street in my old jogging suit?"

"I was...You know, trying to get in shape."

"Really? Why? I thought you loved your body? Is that why you didn't eat the pizza Saturday?"

"I do love my body. So, maybe I should treat it with a little more respect."

"But what about your appetite? I thought you were an eating machine."

"Yeah, but some of that was just me being greedy." While completely true, this still meant she devoured six course meals to whet her appetite. Part of her knew that it was her own fault for stuffing her face every single day and letting her belly adapt to it.

"Okay then. So, do you want something different for breakfast? How many servings?"

"Oh, don't worry I'll make my own meal today." He was well and utterly confused to hear this.

They moved in maybe two years ago, two and a half. Since Day One, Taylor made the meals. She didn't usually mind what he served up so long as there was a lot of it. It was a very strange to hear her like this. Not worrying, but out of the ordinary. Even more strange when they got home and she poured herself a bowl of cereal. A single bowl of cereal. It got his attention once more when she vanished into her room rather than the couch. She had a TV in there, so it wasn't that big of a surprise. About half an hour later, she finally emerged, seemingly tired out.

"Hey Flynn, you ready for that game of Halo?"

"Huh? Oh, sorry Tails, there's something I want to do. Maybe after, okay?"

Taylor was now genuinely worried. As she headed out the door, he grabbed his phone, ready to receive the call to pick her up again. Fortunately, she did know how to catch a bus, and there was a Stop near them. Her intention was to get a good view of the city so she wouldn't repeat this mornings' mistake. She took special notice, but her memory was far from photographic, so she decided to do this every day for about two weeks. After the second time around, she decided to get off at the local Internet Café and do some more hobby searching.

There weren't many people in that day. She was actually a little surprised they were even open! That just made her feel a little more comfortable. She ordered a light coffee and sat down to a computer, not resting for a moment before starting her quest for a hobby. Still, nothing seemed to suit her. She realised by this point that she'd need to spend some money to get started, but nothing clicked! A collection of Star Wars figurines could be fun, but then she'd have to get to know the characters from the comics and novels, and that would take forever! She just needed to choose that ONE thing. That one thing that would be perfect for her and she would be one step closer. She hadn't been there for five minutes and she was already stressing out!

"Uh, miss? Your coffee is ready."

"What? Oh, thanks. Sorry, I'm under a bit of stress lately."

The man gently placed the cup on the table with an understanding laugh, "Yeah, I've been there. What's the story?"

He pulled up a chair and sat down next to Flynn. He had glasses and a bit of a beard. Quite distinguished, actually, not the sort of person you'd expect to be working at an internet café. He was about her age, too…And kind of cute.

"Well, I have this friend. I've been a real bitch to him, and I didn't even realise. I don't think he minds, but I do. I need to get out of the apartment and do something with my life before I completely ruin his."

"That bad huh?" Flynn smiled. She liked this guy. The sort of fellow who showed up out of nowhere to help solve your problems. An Almighty Bartender sort of fellow…If he had been a bartender. "So, you're looking up hobbies? Found anything that interests you?"

"No, that's the problem. I would probably be interested in a lot of things, it's just…I don't know, I'm looking for that ONE thing that will keep me going. You know what I mean?"

"Definitely. It's important to have a few things going on in your life. Makes it feel fuller."

"Fuller. Yeah, that's a feeling I like. So how can I make myself feel full?"

"Well, it can't be that hard. What do you enjoy?"

"Eating. Sitting. Falling asleep. Halo."

He took a moment to consider these. "What else?"

"I don't know. Anime, Movies, Star Wars, How I Met Your Mother. I don't see how I can get anything out of those I haven't already tried."

"I see. Well, have you ever considered cosplaying?"

"Cosplaying...No, I haven't actually. Huh." That didn't sound like much of  hobby per se, but she had to admit it sounded fun. She could dress up for movies and conventions like so many others. Of course she hadn't even been to a cinema in months, but it was a start. Sure she might seem odd dressing up just for a film, but she already got odd looks for her weight, it was no big deal. And she'd have to make the costume! Green Lantern was coming out in just a few months! "You know, that might actually work out for me. Thank you!"

"You really like that idea? Well, I'm glad I could help."

"Not as glad as I am. By the way, the name's Abigail Flynn. Though, most just call me Flynn," she held out her hand, immediately finding it shook by her new acquaintance.

"Lance Durwood, it's a pleasure to meet you." He had a very welcoming smile, Flynn felt amazed that she had decided to stop here of all places and meet such a nice guy. "Hey Flynn, I'm not usually this open but I somehow feel this will be my only chance. Do you want to do something later?"

"You mean like a date?"

"I was going to be a little less blunt, but yeah, like a date."

Flynn wasn't unhappy to hear this, but it still felt a little odd. "You want to go out with me? You don't mind that..." She waved a hand towards her bulging middle. He just smiled.

"What? No. That sort of thing doesn't bother me."

"Really? Well that's cool, I'd love to go...Wait, I'm sorry, I can't go tonight."

"Why not?"

"I already have plans for tonight with a friend."

His smile suddenly faded, "Oh, I see. Some other time then?"

"Heck yeah! Tomorrow even! Let's swap numbers." He pulled out his phone and the exchange occurred in moments. Fortunately even Flynn knew her number. That was one thing she didn't have to worry about. "Again, I'm really sorry I couldn't make it with you tonight. Call me later and we can set something up. Kay?"

"Sure, you'll hear from me as soon as I find out what my shift is tomorrow."

"I look forward to it!" And with that, he turned back to the counter. Just as well, she finished her coffee a few minutes ago.
She was very happy with herself; she found her way back to the apartment without any trouble at all. Thankfully it was all still fresh in her memory.

"Alright Taylor, are you ready for a night of alien ass kicking? I know I am!" she announced proudly. Unfortunately it only occurred to her after a few moments of awkward silence that she was alone. Taylor had work today. "Oh crap! I knew it! Why didn't I remember!? Crap, crap, CRAAAP!"

Angrily the pudgy  woman stormed down to her familiar spot on the couch. With a thump, her butt slipped back into its' familiar groove, giving the tiniest spec of comfort to the irritated woman. "Great, no Taylor, no Lance. No nothing. What the hell am I supposed to do now?" She looked to the TV remote. She could watch some Bleach. But then she'd have to get something to eat, and she had no doubt that would just start her cycle of gluttony all over again. No, she had a different idea. She was going to get ideas for her first costume.

Sailor Moon! She knew she wanted Sailor Moon. She never actually liked the show, but she loved the outfits. Fortunately it seemed to be quite the popular choice, as she came up with a wide variety of pages dedicated to it. Lance was right, this was for her! Her spirits were rising so quickly, she missed 'Search' and hit 'E-Mail.'

"Dammit! Taylor needs a new mouse." She was about to hit back when she saw something. She had mail! Who would be mailing her, though? She didn't have any subscriptions or anything... except for the Woman's Underground Sumo League.

"As a loyal subscriber to our site, we at WUSL would like to remind you that tonight is the first chapter in this years' Gutclash Tournament. It is never too late to enter and you and a Plus-1 will be allowed to watch for free! We look forward to seeing you there!" Several details followed, such as the address and time, seven to twelve thirty.

"Oh wait, I've heard about this sort of thing!" Flynn chuckled to herself! They did this all the time, these days. They had conventions for everything, comic books, furries, gardening, everything! Why not…whatever this was? She could believe sumo wrestling, but a whole convention would be a little bit of a stretch. There was a fan fiction thing on the site, maybe it had a whole mythos or something and…Aw screw it. She didn't care, but it was something to do later on…

Underground was right! Flynn almost missed the place! She had to go down an alleyway to find the door. And it had a guard. They were really going for authenticity here. Not that he tried much, just wanted her username. And then came the stairs! She must have headed down three levels before she actually heard people talking! As she headed even further down, it grew louder and louder. Chanting. What were they saying?

"Belch! Belch! Belch! Belch!"

Well that was strange. What was going on down there? Burping contest? No, wait. She remembered, Belch was the name of one of the wrestlers...Cosplayers? That was timing for you.
Finally she arrived at the bottom of the stairs to a large room. The place was actually set up rather well. Large rows of permanent seats like a theatre or something, snack bar and plenty of decorations. They really were going all out. In the middle of the room was…something. She wasn't too sure, the seats were filled, so the gawking populace watching were blocking the entrance. Before figuring it out, Flynn decided to get a snack from the bar.

"Hey, do you guys have any water?"

"Um, we have Pepsi."

"…You know, maybe I'll just go without, thanks anyway." It just occurred to her that most everyone in the room was two things: A woman, and overweight. There were skinnies, and guys, but the amount of women around completely dwarfed them. "Well, this thing is Women's Sumo Wrestling I guess."

"Excuse me miss, are you interested in a match?"

"Uh, sure, why not?" Flynn wasn't really listening, she was too busy heading over to the middle to see what everyone was gawking at. The cosplayers? They must have been really good. Before she could even comprehend what she was looking at, the woman talking to her grabbed her by the arm and began pulling her away. "Hey, what?"

"Belch's been fought through six opponents now, she needs a break. You're gonna have to fill in the next round."

"Wait, what?"

She wasn't answered, instead pushed around the crowd to a red carpet, quickly guided down to the middle of the room, the watchers parting respectfully to let her through. She looked upon the red carpet, it was marked 'Challenger.' She then quickly noticed what everyone was so excited about; an arena. This was an actual tournament. Kind of obvious, in hindsight.

"Wow." Flynn looked around. This felt extremely awkward. There were possibly hundreds of people in the room, eagerly awaiting what was to come next. The woman stood on the arena next to her, holding a microphone.

"What's your name?"

"Um, Flynn, but my…"

"I like that, it's good. Simple. Might add something about excess weight in future though. Just my opinion." The woman clicked a button on the microphone, the sound of activation quickly grabbing everyone's attention. "Local favourite, Belch, has now officially cemented herself as a participant in the Gutclash Tournament!" a roar of applause echoed throughout the room, "But we still have five spots to fill and more than enough contestants to get through! As such, may I welcome our second newcomer of the night, Flynn!"

She waved nervously. She got a cheer, but nothing too enthusiastic. At least she knew she was just going to get pushed out of a ring. Nothing too serious.

"But will she be able to stand the force, the fury and the fiery hot good looks of the epic, the mighty, Ms. Quake!"

Flynn's eyes shot over to the wall, a door at the front leading down to the stage via another red carpet. There was another on the opposite side, leaving three red carpets. The batwing doors opened and…began to flow a light cloud of fog into the air. The walls began to move, the enormous grey constructs pulling away from the middle, revealing a huge display behind it. Spotlights flashed away at the ceiling, illuminating statues of obese women in battle poses, ready to strike. From what appeared to be the front of a stone temple stomped the jiggling form of Ms. Quake. Her pink hair sparkling with the slightest hint of the spotlight passing over her, her corpulent gut swaying from side to side with each step, she completely dominated with her presence. Flynn couldn't believe that she, of all the people on the website, would happen to be there that night!

"Wow!" Quake looked to Flynn with an expression of interest. "I'm sorry its just, wow. You're my favourite."

She didn't know quite how to take this, but she rightfully assumed it to be a compliment. "Thank you, Ms. Flynn. I wish you good luck."

"Thanks. But I sort of made a mistake. I wasn't actually trying to enter, so maybe if I just took a dive or…"

"Ready yourselves!"

"Huh?"

"Three!" The crowd began to chant. "Two!" The sound was almost deafening. "One! Fight!" The bell rang.

"Okay, that was weird. So, I grab your waist, right?" Flynn looked up at Quake, and suddenly found her fist inserted into her face, and herself on the floor.

"Urgh! What the fricking hell was that for!?" She didn't have time to wait for an answer, quickly feeling the obese woman's foot smack down onto her face. "Gah!"

"It appears that Flynn was not up to the challenge. Unfortunately for her, she would happen to receive an opponent famous for her lengthening of battles."

Smack! Smack! SMACK! That foot slammed down onto Flynn's face repeatedly. For the brief moments her eyes were open, she could see no glee in her attacker's eyes, nor malice of any kind. She was simply playing the game, and Flynn skipped the tutorial.

"Oh god, please stop! Owww!"

Quake raised her foot for another stomp, almost as if she was winding it up. Flynn was in pain as it is, but she was certain that this stomp would knock her nose into her head. Hell, she was surprised she wasn't bleeding as it was.

"Ooh, so unfortunate Flynn should get stuck under the wrath of Quake's infamous legs. Those babies could easily tear down a brick wall! I'm amazed she is actually going easy on her!"

Hearing this, Flynn suddenly realised what kind of trouble she was in, noticing the chubby leg beginning to descend upon her face almost in slow motion…

"And I guess that's the last we'll see of Flynn around these parts. Just another kick and Quake can claim her first victory of the ni…Hold on a second." The announcer woman took closer inspection on the spectacle. Quake's foot hadn't made contact with Flynn's face at all; it remained barely an inch away, held by Flynn's struggling hand.

"No thanks, I like my face the way it is!" With a push containing every ounce of strength she had, Quake suddenly found herself falling onto her plush backside, much to her surprise. Flynn took this opportunity to get back on her feet.

"Okay, you want to fight? I'll show you what I can do."

Quake practically flipped herself off the floor. Without missing a beat, another fist flew into Flynn's direction. However, this time, her own, open hand quickly intercepted it. Now all she needed to do was give a simple strike to the back of Quake's unguarded elbow.

"Owww!" A kick flew from the floor to the pink haired girl's gut, finally getting Flynn free from attack. However, Quake was far from out of the ring. "Well, it looks like my blessing paid off after all. But one lucky hit won't be enough to win you this match!"

She took a few steps back, then like a pouncing lion, leapt into the air, quickly motioning her legs into her signature kick. Flynn was a threat now. Her skull wasn't nearly as thick as a brick wall. How fortunate.

Pulling her considerably bulk to the side, Flynn held out her arm and clasped her hand shut around Quake's ankles as they approached her. The wrestlers' eyes suddenly widened as, with a twirl Flynn pulled her off direction and let go. The crowd parted like the red sea as the hefty warrior flew past them, hitting the floor with an enormous thud, and following inertia as far as it could go.

"Whoa…"

Everyone was stunned as she groaned in pain, unable to get up. Their attention almost immediately shifted to Flynn, standing alone in the ring. She however was still focussed on Quake, pressed up against the wall as she attempted to lift herself up. That was about sixteen meters away from the ring.

K! O!

"Ladies and gentlemen, in a bizarre turn of events, newcomer Flynn has successfully defeated the unstoppable Ms. Quake! In none of my years as a commentator have I seen a newcomer achieve such a feat! Congratulations Ms. Flynn, you now qualify to enter Gutclash!"

She was stunned. Amazed. She couldn't believe it. There was only one thing she could possibly say. "Um, what?"

To Be Continued.

Description
In the city of Norton, USA, there was an Apartment Complex. Predictably, this also featured an Apartment, and in this apartment lived two people. Taylor was a fairly short and somewhat lanky individual. Flynn was not.

Flynn was spending yet another weekend laying on the couch playing video games. This literally meant the whole weekend, the only things motivation enough to get off of the couch seemed to be toilet breaks and when Taylor felt like talking. And the smell of fresh pastry, chocolate and junk food filling the air meant that a conversation was probably about to start.

"Taylor! You're home already?"

"Yeah, and I brought foods."

Flynn quickly removed the blanket and went about hefting the bulky three hundred pound body off of the couch. A noticeable groove had been placed where Flynn had been sitting for the past few hours.

"Wow! What a haul! But I thought you were on a date? Ms. Redhead with the great butt?"

"Oh yeah. We sort of realised we didn't have much in common so we decided to cancel it halfway through."

"Really? Aw, but she had such a Nice Butt. I thought you two'd really hit it off. Maybe next time then," Flynn stated, sinking her jaws into a Subway foot long. "So, wanna join me for a game of Halo? I just finished a new map in Forge."

"Uh, Flynn?"

"What?" Flynn didn't know what Taylor was talking about. However, it didn't take long to realises she had accidentally sprayed a bite of sauce into her cleavage. It may be good to mention that Flynn full name was Abigail Harley Flynn. "Oh! Oops, I'll be right back."

It didn't take very long for Flynn to zip down to her room, grab a new shirt, head to the bathroom and get changed. She didn't have the best table manners, so this wasn't the first time this had happened. It was nowhere near as embarrassing as you'd expect. She simply came back out and finished her sandwich, trying a little harder not to accidentally launch any more of its contents.

"So, where were we? Halo right?"

"Yeah, and you know I'd love to kick some ass with you, but I've got work in half an hour."

"But  I thought today was your day off."

"Yeah, but I called them. We needed some extra cash."

"Oh, okay. Well, how about just one match?"

"Why the hell not?"

After two more sandwiches, in under four minutes, Flynn and Taylor were playing Halo. They were both good, but Flynn had the advantage of playing it at least thirteen hours a day at least three or four times a week. They actually managed to fit in three games due to her tendency to perform several head shots in quick succession. And she just happened to be the kind of person to spout one-liners furiously at the screen, no matter how juvenile or how bad of a pun they were. It took video games to get this out of her, as she was usually a little more subdued. Her sheer passion easily caught Taylor like a net every time they played. Fortunately this time he managed to shake it off just as he needed to get going.

"Well that's all I have time for," he said sadly. He pulled himself off the couch and headed to the table.

"Oh well. Have a good day at work. I hope you don't get that dude with the blue wig again." Taylor worked at a store specialising in Manga, Anime and general Japanese culture. Sometimes customers were a little bit too enthusiastic.

"Yeah, I actually had to explain the rules of Yu-Gi-Oh in as much detail as possible before he bought something last time! Well, I'll be sure to pick up some pizza on the way home. Then we can have a proper Halo night."

"See ya," the bloated girl waved as her friend made his exit. The first thing she did after pausing the game, was of course, returning to the food. While she didn't have a crazy sort of Food-Lust, Flynn did have quite the appetite and would gladly take a half an hour or so to fill herself up. What she really loved were candy bars, chips and pizza, because they were much easier to handle, and thus she didn't even need to take time off her gaming. Though she was just happy to finish her three remaining Subway sandwiches, a small carton of chocolates milk, a chocolate cake and a box of donuts.

"UuuuuUUUURP! Oh man!" Flynn pulled her shirt over her stomach. What a feast! It was no surprised to see her gut poking out further than usual after a big meal. This was normal for her, and when she was already plus sized to begin with, it wasn't all that noticeable.

After a few minutes of rubbing gently across her sore tummy, there was only one thing left for her to do: Play some more Halo. That was her regular schedule really. Unless a friend was over or she went to do something with Taylor, she usually just lazed about playing video games or watching TV and eating junk food. She didn't have to work, she didn't have to pay confusing bills, and she had a nearly endless supply of food thanks to Taylor, and he bought a new game every month time she was just starting to get bored, she'd have something new to try out. As she blasted the head off an enemy Spartan, she let out a deep and satisfied sigh. How could life possible get any better?

After her first unlucky streak in weeks, Flynn scoffed at the screen and turned off the Xbox.  She was getting tired of Space Marines anyway. She was in the mood for demons! She strutted herself over to the DVD shelf and pulled out a copy of Chrono Crusade. Taylor had a large library of Anime thanks to his job. One of many reasons why he was such a great room mate. But of course she couldn't watch Anime without food, and there were still quite a few bags left on the table.

For her viewing pleasure, the lardy lady picked a canister or two of Pringles, a six pack of Pepsi and a six pack of Coke, a few slabs of Cadbury chocolate, M&Ms, a bag of Beef Jerky, Gummi Worms, some Bubble Gum Yum ice cream, a strawberry milkshake and two meals of McDonalds, both containing two large Fries, octupple cheeseburgers and thick shakes (They were a little cold now, but she didn't mind; she'd just eat them first). Oh yes, she was going to have quite the snacking experience tonight! And Taylor was bringing home pizza! She drooled a little as she admired her chosen stock, but of course there was never anything wrong with a little more, so grabbing herself one more bag of chocolate coated peanuts wouldn't hurt.

As she reached into the shopping bag, her grip caught onto a little more than expected. She failed to notice and sat herself down on the couch and hit play. It was only after she choked down her second burger that she suddenly realised she had accidentally carried two pieces of paper over with her. "Eh, no big deal," she thought, but she felt courteous enough to make sure it wasn't something important before tossing it away. This was fortunate as the paper just happened to be Taylor's pay cheque! He lost it a few weeks ago and couldn't find it. Well won't he be happy with her. What was the other piece of paper? Just the receipt for all the stuff he bought. She was about to place them on he arm of the couch when something finally struck her...

The receipt was for approximately six hundred dollars more than the pay cheque.

Flynn looked to her junk food, then to the shopping bags, and then to her bloated belly. This...this wasn't just a treat. This wasn't even their weekly groceries! They bought this much approximately twice every week, and that little cheque was a weeks salary! And the worst part was that by the next day, she probably would have eaten through the entire lot!

Other things began to come clear. Taylor didn't buy all that much for himself. He had plenty of DVDs but he got those virtually for free. In fact, he had a lot of Anime stuff...Was he getting EVERYTHING from work?! Was he spending everything on her?

No, of course he wasn't! She was just being silly. Taylor was a good friend, but he wasn't a slave! Besides, she never asked him for this sort of situation, so there was no way it could have come up...But then again, she never even considered paying the rent. Or anything for that matter. She had known him since college, back then he used to pick up the tabs for everyone being such a nice guy. It was the exact same thing once they moved in, so she never noticed anything. He was the same nice guy with a friendly attitude he had always been. He was the same! ...He really was the same...he even had the same clothes! He couldn't afford new clothes!? HE WAS HER SLAVE!!

Flynn almost jumped off the couch in shock, knocking every scrap of food to the floor  as she did so. She grasped at her chest, feeling her heart pounding like a drum. This wasn't right! She wasn't a monster! Taylor was her best friend and she was letting him waste all his money on her; every last cent. She almost felt a tear in her eye. She had to do something. She couldn't let it continue!

She needed a job.

But she hadn't worked a day in her life! Where would she even start? Maybe an actual job wasn't her best option for the moment. She needed to start somewhere else, but a job was definitely on the roster. And much less snacking, she'd probably have to restrict herself to four meals a day like everyone else. She was pretty sure it was four. First she needed a hobby! Something to take her mind off eating constantly. Something she wouldn't be tempted to let Taylor buy for her. Definitely not video games, she could eat while doing that. Something else. There only one thing to do: Internet!

Flynn didn't use the internet as much as most, but she knew it pretty well, mostly because Taylor had a laptop and she didn't need to get up to use it most of the time. She went straight to Google and searched 'Hobbies.' She was instantly flooded with everything she could ask for. Tennis, DnD, bottle ships, stamp collecting, and some real strange things like 'Pornographic Yoga,' 'Home Made X-Rays' and 'All in One, Guitar kit and Portable Garden.' But she wanted something simple. She actually considered Pornographic Yoga, but there were too many things she would need to buy. And it looked rather painful.

The next two hours went like this. She'd check something and realise it wouldn't work out, just to find something else equally promising, and get the same results. It had gotten to the point where she was searching about how to keep a yacht in working order on a low budget (two million dollars). She sighed deeply as she moved onto the next item. Though thanks to her boredom, her finger happened to slip just a tiny bit…

"Women's Sumo Wrestling?" The page would have probably failed to gather her interest if not for the image at the front.

It was a woman. Almost three times Flynn's weight, if she had to guess, and wearing nothing but a hair band, a tank top, and some shorts. But the other thing was her expression. She had a sort of expression that you saw on normal athletes. Confident. Not something you tended to see on a woman of that size practically in their underwear. It was obviously a morph.

Flynn liked her own body, but she knew in that way she was one in a million. And hell, she was planning on losing it so she could fit into her old clothes instead of letting Taylor buy her new ones. This site was clearly a joke. Everything about it was just silly. There was a listing of regular fighters, such as 'Half-A-Ton-Heidi' or 'Love Handler.' As if anyone would actually choose a name like that. Hell, she wasn't an expert, but she was pretty sure it took a few too many liberties to actually call it 'Sumo Wrestling. For one, she was pretty sure that only Pro or Mexican wrestlers wore those masks.

As silly as it was, it was actually kind of funny. She went back to the homepage and decided to read the summary.

"The Women's Underground Sumo League was founded by Talia Moto, AKA former WUSL Champion 'Consumeress' . Irritated that women were not allowed on the ring in her homeland of Japan, Talia set up the league to satisfy her fellow plumpettes with the honourable combat of the Sumo." Two fat people, pushing and shoving each other out of a ring. "Women of all shapes and sizes compete (Though only the chubsters win), and some of the most colourful characters have been seen duking it out for the honour of entering the annual 'Gutclash Tournament.' Spots are always available."

More obvious evidence that it was fake: No address. If someone wanted to enter, where would they go? However, from the News page, it was clear that however was behind the whole thing updated frequently. She had to subscribe. This was hilarious! They took it so seriously! She hadn't even known about the thing for half an hour, and she already had a favourite wrestler, a chunky chick calling herself 'Ms. Quake,' mainly because of her bright pink hair, and that her bio claimed her signature move was a flying kick (Which looked hilarious in her head). But as hilarious as it was, she still hadn't found herself a hobby.

She hit Back a few times and continued her search. She managed to read through one, but it was quickly decided that cooking wasn't an option. She was about to continue on when she heard the opening of the door, and the delicious smell of Italian cuisine wafting over to her.

"I'm back! Now, I hope your not disappointed, but I don't get paid until Friday, so I cold only get eight pizzas.

Flynn looked over to him. Those red boxes, steaming with spicy hot, cheesy aromas that made drool coarse from behind her lips...Naturally, she leapt off the chair, ran into her room and slammed the door. Taylor stood holding eight hot pizza boxes with a very confused expression.

"So you're not hungry? Cos that doesn't sound like you...You know, I don't really like pizza all that much."

The next day started out a little different to most every other day. Flynn got up early and decided to go for a jog. She initially started out with enthusiasm and energy to spare. Both were gravely depleted after the third street. Though that didn't manage to stop her, since she hadn't left the apartment in at least a month and a half and rarely left it anyway, she quickly realised she had no idea where she was and actually and to call Taylor to pick her up in his car. She couldn't have felt more embarrassed if she tried. Forget that the jogging outfit was HIS, and several sizes too small for her.

"So, what were you doing out in the street in my old jogging suit?"

"I was...You know, trying to get in shape."

"Really? Why? I thought you loved your body? Is that why you didn't eat the pizza Saturday?"

"I do love my body. So, maybe I should treat it with a little more respect."

"But what about your appetite? I thought you were an eating machine."

"Yeah, but some of that was just me being greedy." While completely true, this still meant she devoured six course meals to whet her appetite. Part of her knew that it was her own fault for stuffing her face every single day and letting her belly adapt to it.

"Okay then. So, do you want something different for breakfast? How many servings?"

"Oh, don't worry I'll make my own meal today." He was well and utterly confused to hear this.

They moved in maybe two years ago, two and a half. Since Day One, Taylor made the meals. She didn't usually mind what he served up so long as there was a lot of it. It was a very strange to hear her like this. Not worrying, but out of the ordinary. Even more strange when they got home and she poured herself a bowl of cereal. A single bowl of cereal. It got his attention once more when she vanished into her room rather than the couch. She had a TV in there, so it wasn't that big of a surprise. About half an hour later, she finally emerged, seemingly tired out.

"Hey Flynn, you ready for that game of Halo?"

"Huh? Oh, sorry Tails, there's something I want to do. Maybe after, okay?"

Taylor was now genuinely worried. As she headed out the door, he grabbed his phone, ready to receive the call to pick her up again. Fortunately, she did know how to catch a bus, and there was a Stop near them. Her intention was to get a good view of the city so she wouldn't repeat this mornings' mistake. She took special notice, but her memory was far from photographic, so she decided to do this every day for about two weeks. After the second time around, she decided to get off at the local Internet Café and do some more hobby searching.

There weren't many people in that day. She was actually a little surprised they were even open! That just made her feel a little more comfortable. She ordered a light coffee and sat down to a computer, not resting for a moment before starting her quest for a hobby. Still, nothing seemed to suit her. She realised by this point that she'd need to spend some money to get started, but nothing clicked! A collection of Star Wars figurines could be fun, but then she'd have to get to know the characters from the comics and novels, and that would take forever! She just needed to choose that ONE thing. That one thing that would be perfect for her and she would be one step closer. She hadn't been there for five minutes and she was already stressing out!

"Uh, miss? Your coffee is ready."

"What? Oh, thanks. Sorry, I'm under a bit of stress lately."

The man gently placed the cup on the table with an understanding laugh, "Yeah, I've been there. What's the story?"

He pulled up a chair and sat down next to Flynn. He had glasses and a bit of a beard. Quite distinguished, actually, not the sort of person you'd expect to be working at an internet café. He was about her age, too…And kind of cute.

"Well, I have this friend. I've been a real bitch to him, and I didn't even realise. I don't think he minds, but I do. I need to get out of the apartment and do something with my life before I completely ruin his."

"That bad huh?" Flynn smiled. She liked this guy. The sort of fellow who showed up out of nowhere to help solve your problems. An Almighty Bartender sort of fellow…If he had been a bartender. "So, you're looking up hobbies? Found anything that interests you?"

"No, that's the problem. I would probably be interested in a lot of things, it's just…I don't know, I'm looking for that ONE thing that will keep me going. You know what I mean?"

"Definitely. It's important to have a few things going on in your life. Makes it feel fuller."

"Fuller. Yeah, that's a feeling I like. So how can I make myself feel full?"

"Well, it can't be that hard. What do you enjoy?"

"Eating. Sitting. Falling asleep. Halo."

He took a moment to consider these. "What else?"

"I don't know. Anime, Movies, Star Wars, How I Met Your Mother. I don't see how I can get anything out of those I haven't already tried."

"I see. Well, have you ever considered cosplaying?"

"Cosplaying...No, I haven't actually. Huh." That didn't sound like much of  hobby per se, but she had to admit it sounded fun. She could dress up for movies and conventions like so many others. Of course she hadn't even been to a cinema in months, but it was a start. Sure she might seem odd dressing up just for a film, but she already got odd looks for her weight, it was no big deal. And she'd have to make the costume! Green Lantern was coming out in just a few months! "You know, that might actually work out for me. Thank you!"

"You really like that idea? Well, I'm glad I could help."

"Not as glad as I am. By the way, the name's Abigail Flynn. Though, most just call me Flynn," she held out her hand, immediately finding it shook by her new acquaintance.

"Lance Durwood, it's a pleasure to meet you." He had a very welcoming smile, Flynn felt amazed that she had decided to stop here of all places and meet such a nice guy. "Hey Flynn, I'm not usually this open but I somehow feel this will be my only chance. Do you want to do something later?"

"You mean like a date?"

"I was going to be a little less blunt, but yeah, like a date."

Flynn wasn't unhappy to hear this, but it still felt a little odd. "You want to go out with me? You don't mind that..." She waved a hand towards her bulging middle. He just smiled.

"What? No. That sort of thing doesn't bother me."

"Really? Well that's cool, I'd love to go...Wait, I'm sorry, I can't go tonight."

"Why not?"

"I already have plans for tonight with a friend."

His smile suddenly faded, "Oh, I see. Some other time then?"

"Heck yeah! Tomorrow even! Let's swap numbers." He pulled out his phone and the exchange occurred in moments. Fortunately even Flynn knew her number. That was one thing she didn't have to worry about. "Again, I'm really sorry I couldn't make it with you tonight. Call me later and we can set something up. Kay?"

"Sure, you'll hear from me as soon as I find out what my shift is tomorrow."

"I look forward to it!" And with that, he turned back to the counter. Just as well, she finished her coffee a few minutes ago.
She was very happy with herself; she found her way back to the apartment without any trouble at all. Thankfully it was all still fresh in her memory.

"Alright Taylor, are you ready for a night of alien ass kicking? I know I am!" she announced proudly. Unfortunately it only occurred to her after a few moments of awkward silence that she was alone. Taylor had work today. "Oh crap! I knew it! Why didn't I remember!? Crap, crap, CRAAAP!"

Angrily the pudgy  woman stormed down to her familiar spot on the couch. With a thump, her butt slipped back into its' familiar groove, giving the tiniest spec of comfort to the irritated woman. "Great, no Taylor, no Lance. No nothing. What the hell am I supposed to do now?" She looked to the TV remote. She could watch some Bleach. But then she'd have to get something to eat, and she had no doubt that would just start her cycle of gluttony all over again. No, she had a different idea. She was going to get ideas for her first costume.

Sailor Moon! She knew she wanted Sailor Moon. She never actually liked the show, but she loved the outfits. Fortunately it seemed to be quite the popular choice, as she came up with a wide variety of pages dedicated to it. Lance was right, this was for her! Her spirits were rising so quickly, she missed 'Search' and hit 'E-Mail.'

"Dammit! Taylor needs a new mouse." She was about to hit back when she saw something. She had mail! Who would be mailing her, though? She didn't have any subscriptions or anything... except for the Woman's Underground Sumo League.

"As a loyal subscriber to our site, we at WUSL would like to remind you that tonight is the first chapter in this years' Gutclash Tournament. It is never too late to enter and you and a Plus-1 will be allowed to watch for free! We look forward to seeing you there!" Several details followed, such as the address and time, seven to twelve thirty.

"Oh wait, I've heard about this sort of thing!" Flynn chuckled to herself! They did this all the time, these days. They had conventions for everything, comic books, furries, gardening, everything! Why not…whatever this was? She could believe sumo wrestling, but a whole convention would be a little bit of a stretch. There was a fan fiction thing on the site, maybe it had a whole mythos or something and…Aw screw it. She didn't care, but it was something to do later on…

Underground was right! Flynn almost missed the place! She had to go down an alleyway to find the door. And it had a guard. They were really going for authenticity here. Not that he tried much, just wanted her username. And then came the stairs! She must have headed down three levels before she actually heard people talking! As she headed even further down, it grew louder and louder. Chanting. What were they saying?

"Belch! Belch! Belch! Belch!"

Well that was strange. What was going on down there? Burping contest? No, wait. She remembered, Belch was the name of one of the wrestlers...Cosplayers? That was timing for you.
Finally she arrived at the bottom of the stairs to a large room. The place was actually set up rather well. Large rows of permanent seats like a theatre or something, snack bar and plenty of decorations. They really were going all out. In the middle of the room was…something. She wasn't too sure, the seats were filled, so the gawking populace watching were blocking the entrance. Before figuring it out, Flynn decided to get a snack from the bar.

"Hey, do you guys have any water?"

"Um, we have Pepsi."

"…You know, maybe I'll just go without, thanks anyway." It just occurred to her that most everyone in the room was two things: A woman, and overweight. There were skinnies, and guys, but the amount of women around completely dwarfed them. "Well, this thing is Women's Sumo Wrestling I guess."

"Excuse me miss, are you interested in a match?"

"Uh, sure, why not?" Flynn wasn't really listening, she was too busy heading over to the middle to see what everyone was gawking at. The cosplayers? They must have been really good. Before she could even comprehend what she was looking at, the woman talking to her grabbed her by the arm and began pulling her away. "Hey, what?"

"Belch's been fought through six opponents now, she needs a break. You're gonna have to fill in the next round."

"Wait, what?"

She wasn't answered, instead pushed around the crowd to a red carpet, quickly guided down to the middle of the room, the watchers parting respectfully to let her through. She looked upon the red carpet, it was marked 'Challenger.' She then quickly noticed what everyone was so excited about; an arena. This was an actual tournament. Kind of obvious, in hindsight.

"Wow." Flynn looked around. This felt extremely awkward. There were possibly hundreds of people in the room, eagerly awaiting what was to come next. The woman stood on the arena next to her, holding a microphone.

"What's your name?"

"Um, Flynn, but my…"

"I like that, it's good. Simple. Might add something about excess weight in future though. Just my opinion." The woman clicked a button on the microphone, the sound of activation quickly grabbing everyone's attention. "Local favourite, Belch, has now officially cemented herself as a participant in the Gutclash Tournament!" a roar of applause echoed throughout the room, "But we still have five spots to fill and more than enough contestants to get through! As such, may I welcome our second newcomer of the night, Flynn!"

She waved nervously. She got a cheer, but nothing too enthusiastic. At least she knew she was just going to get pushed out of a ring. Nothing too serious.

"But will she be able to stand the force, the fury and the fiery hot good looks of the epic, the mighty, Ms. Quake!"

Flynn's eyes shot over to the wall, a door at the front leading down to the stage via another red carpet. There was another on the opposite side, leaving three red carpets. The batwing doors opened and…began to flow a light cloud of fog into the air. The walls began to move, the enormous grey constructs pulling away from the middle, revealing a huge display behind it. Spotlights flashed away at the ceiling, illuminating statues of obese women in battle poses, ready to strike. From what appeared to be the front of a stone temple stomped the jiggling form of Ms. Quake. Her pink hair sparkling with the slightest hint of the spotlight passing over her, her corpulent gut swaying from side to side with each step, she completely dominated with her presence. Flynn couldn't believe that she, of all the people on the website, would happen to be there that night!

"Wow!" Quake looked to Flynn with an expression of interest. "I'm sorry its just, wow. You're my favourite."

She didn't know quite how to take this, but she rightfully assumed it to be a compliment. "Thank you, Ms. Flynn. I wish you good luck."

"Thanks. But I sort of made a mistake. I wasn't actually trying to enter, so maybe if I just took a dive or…"

"Ready yourselves!"

"Huh?"

"Three!" The crowd began to chant. "Two!" The sound was almost deafening. "One! Fight!" The bell rang.

"Okay, that was weird. So, I grab your waist, right?" Flynn looked up at Quake, and suddenly found her fist inserted into her face, and herself on the floor.

"Urgh! What the fricking hell was that for!?" She didn't have time to wait for an answer, quickly feeling the obese woman's foot smack down onto her face. "Gah!"

"It appears that Flynn was not up to the challenge. Unfortunately for her, she would happen to receive an opponent famous for her lengthening of battles."

Smack! Smack! SMACK! That foot slammed down onto Flynn's face repeatedly. For the brief moments her eyes were open, she could see no glee in her attacker's eyes, nor malice of any kind. She was simply playing the game, and Flynn skipped the tutorial.

"Oh god, please stop! Owww!"

Quake raised her foot for another stomp, almost as if she was winding it up. Flynn was in pain as it is, but she was certain that this stomp would knock her nose into her head. Hell, she was surprised she wasn't bleeding as it was.

"Ooh, so unfortunate Flynn should get stuck under the wrath of Quake's infamous legs. Those babies could easily tear down a brick wall! I'm amazed she is actually going easy on her!"

Hearing this, Flynn suddenly realised what kind of trouble she was in, noticing the chubby leg beginning to descend upon her face almost in slow motion…

"And I guess that's the last we'll see of Flynn around these parts. Just another kick and Quake can claim her first victory of the ni…Hold on a second." The announcer woman took closer inspection on the spectacle. Quake's foot hadn't made contact with Flynn's face at all; it remained barely an inch away, held by Flynn's struggling hand.

"No thanks, I like my face the way it is!" With a push containing every ounce of strength she had, Quake suddenly found herself falling onto her plush backside, much to her surprise. Flynn took this opportunity to get back on her feet.

"Okay, you want to fight? I'll show you what I can do."

Quake practically flipped herself off the floor. Without missing a beat, another fist flew into Flynn's direction. However, this time, her own, open hand quickly intercepted it. Now all she needed to do was give a simple strike to the back of Quake's unguarded elbow.

"Owww!" A kick flew from the floor to the pink haired girl's gut, finally getting Flynn free from attack. However, Quake was far from out of the ring. "Well, it looks like my blessing paid off after all. But one lucky hit won't be enough to win you this match!"

She took a few steps back, then like a pouncing lion, leapt into the air, quickly motioning her legs into her signature kick. Flynn was a threat now. Her skull wasn't nearly as thick as a brick wall. How fortunate.

Pulling her considerably bulk to the side, Flynn held out her arm and clasped her hand shut around Quake's ankles as they approached her. The wrestlers' eyes suddenly widened as, with a twirl Flynn pulled her off direction and let go. The crowd parted like the red sea as the hefty warrior flew past them, hitting the floor with an enormous thud, and following inertia as far as it could go.

"Whoa…"

Everyone was stunned as she groaned in pain, unable to get up. Their attention almost immediately shifted to Flynn, standing alone in the ring. She however was still focussed on Quake, pressed up against the wall as she attempted to lift herself up. That was about sixteen meters away from the ring.

K! O!

"Ladies and gentlemen, in a bizarre turn of events, newcomer Flynn has successfully defeated the unstoppable Ms. Quake! In none of my years as a commentator have I seen a newcomer achieve such a feat! Congratulations Ms. Flynn, you now qualify to enter Gutclash!"

She was stunned. Amazed. She couldn't believe it. There was only one thing she could possibly say. "Um, what?"

To Be Continued.