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Big Dude Wrestling #1

Big Main Event

By: Silverback Christianpaw

My name is Christian Wolf, I'm 6'11 and weigh in at very muscular . . . ok very tubby 512 lbs, and I want to be a professional wrestler. Unfortunately it's not that easy. You see, you can't just say you want to be a wrestler and suddenly start main-eventing in a big-time wrestling promotion. You have to actually be trained in their style of wrestling by working in their developmental territory. If you work hard at it, win matches, championships, and the stars align just right, then you'll get brought up to the main roster of the main promotion, Global Furry Wrestling (GFW).

This however, is the B.D.W. (Big Dude Wrestling). We film inside a building that was a former Target that is now closed down. We can fit a maximum of 500 fans in our arena area which is billed at the "Big Dude Zone" and we are slowly growing in popularity as a weekly YouTube series as well. It's also has space to film all of our interviews, promos, just about everything you need to run the show. But there is one thing that makes our brand of wrestling very special, BDW has the largest, most massive athletes and wrestlers in the developmental circuit today!

* * *

The fans were still cheering as I walked to the back and down the stairs to Target's former storage room that is now referred to as our Locker Room. The GWF shelled out a very small amount of money for us to get wi-fi, some lockers, and to turn the electricity back on even though most of the lights didn't work. Thankfully the people who owned this Target left a few tables, chairs, and lamps so it looks more like a crappy break room. The boys referred to it as "The Underworld" since it wasn't very well lit but being a storage room, it was massive. Which I guess was perfect for us because we were all a group of gigantic wrestlers. The scary thing is that guys in this brand always come and go, but most of the time when a new wrestler is introduced they seem to always be bigger than the last. Man, and I thought I was big.

I walked into the Underworld to find the big, gorgeous wolf named Zero Silverwolf sitting down, freshly showered and fully dressed, watching stuff on his phone.

"Hey love, how did it go?" Zero said not taking his eyes off the phone.

I sat down at one of the two office chairs, the chair squeaked as I sat and sunk down into it, my sweaty blue fur sticking to the leather but I didn't care at this point. I had been fighting weapons-filled hardcore matches for a month now, and this last one was the worst. Well, at least this chair wasn't going to be smacked across my head.

"Ughhhhhh..." I exhaled, "Screw that Hardcore Championship anyway," I said.

"Aww," Zero got up out of his chair and wrapped his arms around me, "I'm sorry love, maybe next time."

Zero had always been very good to me, easily the best mate a wolf could ask for. He was signed a couple months ago easily when a wrestling agent saw this good-looking silver wolf who was 6'6 and weighed 317 lbs. He used to be rather hefty, but he's started to look pretty built with all the training by this time. I couldn't really say the same about myself tho. I'm very tall and lifted plenty of weights, but my big belly just refused to go away.

"Jack just had to use the damn Singapore cane," I said grumpy.

"Aww" Zero said as he rubbed my chest.

"Why couldn't he use chairs? Tables? No, he had to use the canes? Those things can slice your skin like crazy. My whole body feels like it just went through a razor blade factory."

Zero gave me a little kiss, "You know what we should try?"

"I told you before, we are not going to be a tag team."

"Aww, come on, it'll be fun!" his tail wagged as he looked at me cutely.

"Honey, it's already hard for me to not get a boner while in the ring, how's it going to look if you're in the match and I'm just standing there in the corner, while a camera is on me, with a throbbing hard on?"

"Hahaha well I would like that, would be a great motivator."

I rolled my eyes a little, "Hehe, alright I'll think about it love."

"Hehe," he looked up at me and embraced me with a hug and started rubbing on my bicep, "Mmmm oh my, someone's been doing their curls."

"Hehe, maybe a little," my tail started to wag as I flexed my arm for him.

Suddenly we could hear some murmuring from the hallway. Judging from their familiar scent, it was the champion I just got my tail kicked by.

"The champion has arrived! The fun can now . . . begin! Haha!" Jack Bishop said as he walked in sporting the BDW Hardcore Championship belt around his waist. "In yet another successful title defense, bringing my count of days as champion to an absolutely astonishing 287 days!"

I huffed, "Yeah, I'll have, my day, just you wait."

Jack's golden labrador tail wagged, "Yeah, the day you admit that I am the top dog when it comes to hardcore matches. yes this day will come, you are right haha!"

"Hey, hey, hey, if anyone is going to top Christian it's going to be me," Zero said pointing a thumb to himself and holding my arm close. I looked at him and he just looked up at me with an innocent smile.

"Thanks," I said flatly, "I'll remember you said that later tonight."

He giggled but then gigged more when I started to blush.

* * *

All our things were packed as Zero and I got ready to head home, but it's a rule that all wrestlers must report to the booker's office so he can assign who we were working next. I knocked lightly on the front office door and heard him say,

"Come in!"

I opened the door to see the hippo sitting at his computer and in a spiffy custom three-button suit, "Hey Mr. Samuel, whatcha got for us for next week?"

He was already checking his clipboard, "Let me see . . . right . . . actually both you and Zero will be in a Triple Threat match next week."

We both looked at each other and smiled, "That's great, who are we facing?"

"Jack for his Hardcore Championship. A three-way for his hardcore title should be interesting."

Zero started snickering, "Thanks sir, we're looking forward to it," he said trying not to laugh.

I grunted, "Actually, sir? With all due respect, can I request a different match?"

Mr. Samuel looked up at me with a surprised look on his face, "You want a 'different match'? This is a title match."

"I know, but I've been doing hardcore matches for a month now and I'm just not sure if that's the program I'm cut out for. Can I instead have a more traditional wrestling match against a new opponent?"

He nibbled on his pen for a second before answering, "Hmmm, well I do have few new impressive talents coming, but . . . hmmmm . . . you know, this might actually work out. I'm debuting a new star next week. Was going to have him in the opener. Hmmm, can you handle a main-event?"

My tail started to wag. 'Can I handle the main-event'? It'd be fantastic to be the main event of the show. That's what all of us are fighting for.

"Absolutely sir!"

He smiled, "Okay, I'll make some calls. I can't make any promises, but I'll see you get your match. I'm looking forward to it.

My tail started to wag faster, "Wonderful, thank you sir, I greatly appreciate it."

"No problem, I'll expect you both here next week for the next taping."

Both Zero and I nuzzled each other as we walked out of the office and outside to Zero's car. Wow, I couldn't believe it, one request and now I'm in the main event! This is going to be big!

"That's great babe, you are the main event!" Zero smiled.

"I know, I can't believe it, this is huge! I wonder who this new guy will be? Must be big if he's debuting in the main-event."

"And you don't have to face Jack again," Zero said.

"It's not that, it's just I think I'll have a better shot at being brought up to the main roster on my wrestling ability and my athleticism, not on how hard I can swing a chair."

". . . you just don't want to wrestle Jack again," Zero said.

"I hate those Singapore canes!!!" I shouted as Zero laughed out loud.

He opened the trunk as we placed our bags inside. "But seriously, I'm not a fan of hardcore matches. I want to wrestle. I really want to show GFW what this giant thick wolf can really do in the ring."

I knew that hardcore matches were just not going to get me anywhere. If I was going to get any real recognition in BDW I needed to start winning my matches and the only way to do that is to do what I do best, and that is wrestle and kick ass. Besides, it's Zero's turn to be whacked over and over again by Jack and the Singapore cane.

* * *

I was in the backstage area behind the curtain. I watched the monitor while the sound guys get everything ready for the main event. I finished taping up my wrists and was stretched and ready for my match. Mr. Samuel did give me the call and said that BDW has brought in a new, and very large competitor. He said this may be the largest wrestler he had ever seen. It was a tiger named Rico who was a former bouncer that decided to get into the wrestling business. I had seen a little bit of this guy on YouTube but honestly not more than that. But I didn't care by this point, this was the main event, my first! I was going to take this opportunity, have a great match, and get that win . . .

"The following contest is scheduled for one fall!" Our ring announcer Rob Fox said into his microphone in the middle of the ring. The fans had filled the Big Dude Zone and were pumped for the match. I punched my palms and slapped my own face to get myself fired up. I took a sip of my water bottle and in mid-sip suddenly my rock music started up and was blasting so loud throughout the Big Dude Zone. I suddenly couldn't hear myself think. I just burst out from behind the curtain, ready to go!

"First, from Marietta, Georgia, standing at six-foot-eleven and weighing in at 512 lbs, this is Christian Wolf!"

Some of the fans booed some of them cheered, but honestly I was focused on this match, nothing more and nothing less. I raised my arms in the air for pictures. I got my favorite pair of cut-off purple jean-shorts, my black boot, knee, and elbow pad combo, and I felt I was at my best. I climbed the stairs in the corner of the ring and stepped in between the ropes. I raised my arms in the air again to a mix of boos and cheers.

Soon some heavy-metal music started playing. I don't know if the showed videos of this tiger or if he just has a big fan following online, because the fans were cheering loudly for this new acquisition. Soon I saw the black curtain get pulled back and saw the figure standing before me at the top of the ramp. He started walking slowly down the ramp and I realized very quickly exactly what Mr. Samuel was saying about his size.

"And from New York City, standing at seven-foot-four, weighing in at 410 lbs, this is 'Bouncer' Rico!"

This "Bouncer" Rico jumped from the floor to the ring apron in one quick leap and he stepped over the top rope as he got into the ring. He walked up to me and got right in my face. He was absolutely gigantic! He wore nothing but basic black trunks and boots and that's easily to show off that he was ridiculously muscular as hell. His chest was massive, a full throbbing six-pack, his arms were much bigger than mine, his back, his legs, just everything! Muscles in places most wrestlers don't even have places. I must have stood their drooling a little longer than planned because I apparently missed the ring bell being rung because before I knew it he pie-faced me with his big paw and within a split second I was shoved down right on my ass.

"Ohhhhhh!" all the fans said in unison.

I quickly rolled out of the ring and held my muzzle while looking up at this giant. He just looked at me, his expression unchanged angry intimidating face. I've wrestled plenty of guys, although maybe nobody quite this jacked. I'm fired up for my first main-event and he's just as fired up to make an impact main-eventing BDW in his debut.

I collected myself as Rico backed himself up, giving me plenty of space so I can get back in the ring. I quickly slid back in. I got myself ready and we locked up in the center of the ring. I turn it into a quick side-headlock. I tried to keep it on long but this tiger was able to shove me off with ease. I backed up into the ropes and plunged forward in a football-like shoulder block against him.

BAM!

But nothing. He stepped back for a second but remained standing. I backed up into the ropes a second time, going for an even bigger shoulder block. Nothing again, he remained standing. I reeled back into the ropes with everything I had for my third try but he thought better as he instead hooked my arm and slammed me down onto my side with an arm drag.

"Ah! Grrr!" I yelped as Rico kept hold of my arm and yanked on it with one of his massive paws while pushing my shoulder down with the other. It felt like my arm was getting yanked out of socket. I rolled over onto all fours before I was able to get good positioning and flip my body other to the other side, causing Rico to flip with me and hit the mat. I locked in the headlock once again but he quickly slipped out of it. We both got back to our feet at the same time. He charged at me this time but playing into his game I stopped him by quickly locking my arms around his waist and flipping him over in a big suplex. He landed right on his back on the canvas. He popped right back up with a surprised look on his face, guess he was in shock that I actually managed to take him down.

The fans were equally as shocked at they all started cheering and clapping loudly.

My confidence was starting to build again as I rubbed my taped up paws together and got ready to lock up again. I could hear him growling under his breath. We lock up once again but he quickly drove his knee right into my belly and hard. I hunched over in pain and he went on the attack and started pounding on my back. He grabbed hold of my wrist and wrapped it behind my back in a hammer lock before sending me shoulder-first into the nearest turnbuckle. I hit hard then get met with a clubbing blow to the back of my head.

He tried to take me down again by wrapping his arms around my waist . . . except he can't. I look down to see him not even able to synch his fingers together. I look out and smile as some of the crowd were laughing by this point. I took advantage and wiggled my hips before rearing back and thrusting my giant ass against him.

"Oh!" the tiger grunts as gets sent back and smacks into the corner turnbuckles hard. He was grimacing in pain, holding his stomach. I grab him by the wrist and it took all my muscle to whip this big monster across the ring and he smacked into another turnbuckle. I kept on him with good right jabs in the corner and then spun around with a good kick to the side of his head.

"Ohhh!" the fans cheer and some of them clap at that move.

Rico dropped down on his canvas and I went for the cover as the referee (another fox) got down on all fours and smacked his paw down on the canvas for the count,

"1 . . . 2 . . ." Rico got his shoulder up off the mat to keep from losing the match. I got off of him and grabbed him by the back of his head, drooped his arm over my shoulder and jerk him back up and pick him up off his feet and hoist him in the air and send him back down with a big vertical suplex.

We both get back to our feet and I try to go for the back of his head again but he shoved my paw away and hit a good kick into my midsection. Then he delivered another, and another, my belly jiggling with every shot but I could certainly still feel every kick he sent my way. Then he took a step back and leaped high in the air to smack my face with the bottom of his boots with an impressive dropkick.

SMACK!

"Ohhh!" the crowd chanted again. I was absolutely rocked by the dropkick as I fell in between the ropes and out of the ring. Rico wasn't playing around anymore as he followed me outside,

"Come on, you son of a bitch! Get up!" he shouted. He grabbed me by the back of my neck and shorts and absolutely launched me into the steel ring steps with a major crash.

BASH!

"Ohhhh!"

Rico raised his arms in the air, "Who's the best?!" The fans started cheering again. This guy must be an internet darling, or a lot of our fans have seen videos of him, maybe I should have done the same.

I used the steps to pull myself back up without success but I was helped up when I was met with a giant paw clasped around my throat.

"Gah!" I choked as he kept choking me and pulling me back up to a standing position. The referee hopped out of the ring to admonish him and try to get the match back in the ring. Instead, he let me go but just long enough to pick all 512 lbs of my muscle/flab body up. He walked over to the nearby entrance ramp and in one swift move slammed me down on the steel with a big bodyslam.

SMACK!

"Ahhhh!" I arch my back, "Ah damn!" I squeaked out as my back and ass shot up in pain, but I tried to get up anyway, I surely didn't want to be "helped" up by this guy a second time. He tried to grab my throat again but I hit him with a quick kick to his knee before rolling under the bottom rope and back into the ring. Rico grabbed at his knee but powered through it as he inched back into the ring. The back pain started to disappear for the time being as I ran into the ropes, bounced off, and came back with a big bicycle kick. I aimed right for his head but the highest I could get was his muscled chest. Rico hit the canvas hard again.

I scooped him up for the cover as the referee counted,

"1 . . . 2 . . ."

Rico instead rolled me over and suddenly it was me with my legs in the air and my shoulders down on the mat,

"1 . . . 2 . . ."

I kicked out. We both rolled out of the covers and back to our feet and I just threw a punch. To my surprise it actually connected with his cheek. I hit another, it connects again. He throws a hard right hook and it lands on my cheek. I hit him back, he hits me back, I started throwing hay-makers, he started throwing hay-makers, the two of us were just dropping bombs any which way we could.

"Come on!" I challenge him. He kept throwing punches. I tried to block them and take him down. He hit one more right hook across my face. I grabbed his arm and whipped him into the ropes. I bent over to flip him over with a big back body drop but he stopped short and threw a kick to my face that knocked the spit right out of my mouth. He backed up into the ropes again, coming for a clothesline, but I thought the same as I quickly spun around and delivered a spinning clothesline of my own right across his face, knocking the gigantic tiger down once again.

"Grrrr" I growled as I rubbed on my forearm which was throbbing with that clothesline. I grabbed him by the top of his head and much like what he did to me earlier, I picked him um and slammed him back down on the mat with a big bodyslam. Then I followed it up with a quick heavy legdrop right across his head.

I used the ropes and pulled myself back up. I was cooking on all cylinders now. I looked around at the crowd and found them all going nuts and were all chanting,

"This is awesome! This is awesome! This is awesome!"

Rico was down, and was not getting up, now was my time to pounce as I pointed at the top rope. The crowd's cheers started growing as they knew what was coming next. My finisher that no one has gotten up from. My tidal wave splash off the top rope.

I slipped out of the ring and started climbing the turnbuckles. Seven-feet and 512 pounds of wolf is not easy to balance on the top rope, but even Mr. Samuel said he's never seen anyone except for me do it. I balanced myself and stood erect on the top turnbuckle looking down at my opponent, he was still flat on the canvas. I jumped out and spread my body so all 512 pounds can come crashing down and flattening this tiger. However Rico got his knees up right in the knick of time and they got driven right into my belly.

"Ahhh!" I fell off of him and crumbled on the mat in pain. Rico was probably playing opossum and took that opportunity to pounce on top of me and roll me up for a cover.

The referee smacked his paw on the canvas and made the count,

"1 . . . 2 . . . 3!"

Ding-ding-ding!

The heavy-metal music blasted again and the fans in the arena were on their feet, cheering and clapping for this match. I panted, still clutching my stomach. I saw the spotlights twirling around while the music played and Rico stood tall in the ring. My stomach was hurting like hell as I rolled out of the ring and stood at ringside hunched over, I felt like I was close to throwing up from that counter-move. The referee grabbed his wrist and raised his hand in the air, the ref was practically standing on his tippy-toes when he did.

Dammit! I couldn't believe I lost, I thought I had everything well in paw!

I gingerly made my way up the entrance ramp in defeat. So much for my big win. Ugh, oh well, at least I could say I gave it my all, against a literal giant in this industry. But yeah, live to fight another day . . . I guess...

The End