Attempt 20231011 Is Live

Samantha Stark was born to be a professional wrestler, a fact that she held with as much certainty as she was sure of her own existence. Seven and a half feet tall, three hundred pounds with a body so obviously muscular that it looked ripped straight out of a comic book. A true freak of nature, born at the right time for humanity to be advanced enough to allow her to grow into such a behemoth without starving to **** from the excessive energy demands that her mere existence required, but also barbaric enough to want to pay good dollar to watch the annihilation all logic said she should be capable of delivering.

She was never going to be Miss USA with a face that had been jabbed at both by bullies in her youth and opponents in her professional life as looking 'like Stallone with lipstick'. Personally, she didn't mind getting to use that same supposedly ridiculous face to intimidate her detractors into needing a change of pants. It wasn't like it could have costed her much, considering that she still seemed to get a couple of new suitors everyday on average. She definitely got a kick out of seeing so many men and women begging her to wreck their bodies badly enough to grant them access to the handicap parking, but she hadn't actually seen anyone on social media who struck her fancy.

She could say that she was luckier in the real world. She had traveling companions, and the four of them shared an unclarified agreement. No one was explicitly dating anyone else among them, but they all helped each other deal with their sexual needs. The drunker they were, the more fun they all had. Getting to stay in the same town for a whole day or more without having to need a designated driver to keep them going down the road normally meant that at least one of them was going to give the others a really good show. Orgy nights were the best nights, by far, but they came quite rarely.

Clara was her closest friend in the group, owed to them growing up as nextdoor neighbors who started hanging out with each other before their brains were even developed enough to form and hold memories. She was a tiny freckle-covered ginger who was dwarfed by the rest of the group, which was the perfect visual for a manager of monsters. A lifestyle of eating as much as she wanted, along with an excersie routine that worked for function but didn't really change form, meant she was not only the shortest but also the thickest among them. In simple terms: she was the most fun to snuggle with and the fights over who got to do it each night were extremely competitive.

Susie became friends with both of them when her family moved from a couple of towns over into their neighborhood during the summer before middle school. She had a wide frame and little to no neck, and was taller than most men at six foot and a couple of inches. Sam and her worked as a tag team called ‘The Appalachian Amazons’, and while the taller woman made her look short she got even by making her look scrawny, as Susie was the only woman in the wrestling business with bigger guns than Sam had. It almost seemed ironic that the strongest pair of hands in the group also had the finest control, but she had demonstrated how skillfully her fingers could move both in her artistic endeavors, when designing their attires and their merch, as well as in bed, where she never failed to get an orgasm out of them if she started digging her digits inside their private parts.

Vicky 'Cali' was the missing link of their skin chart, her tan tone fitting in-between Sam's white and Susie's black (both of those being in the colloquial sense, while Clara truly was white as a sheet). She got to join their little clique thanks to Sam getting enough attention with her looks alone to get free training in one of the country's top wrestling schools. She still needed a place to live while in LA, and Vicky was the only one among her classmates who was able and willing to offer her free lodge in a spacious room in a house within walking distance from the school. The gorgeous young woman was clearly a sycophant who was expecting to politc her way into becoming close friends with a future megastar, and Sam was not only aware of that but she fully encouraged it. There certainly was something alluring about having a smoking hot Latina babe that will gladly take the bottom rung in the totem pole so long as she still gets to be part of what she sees as her meal ticket to the top.

Currently they were on the road after another show in which they did a good job, even if Susie and Vicky ended up pretty sore from it. Vicky was currently challenging the Appalachians at every show they worked, since they all felt that the money was in people falling in love with the brave and beautiful woman that kept trying to wage war against the unstoppable monsters and their devious manager. It was a shame that on the last couple of shows the fans had opted to instead cheer for the ass kicking badasses and heckle Vicky instead.

Vicky normally drove their van, it was under her name and she drank the least among them after all, but at this moment she and Susie were too busy in the back taking beauty naps after ending the match feeling more sore than usual. And since Sam liked drinking a lot more than she liked driving, that let Clara at the wheel of the vehicle. Which should have been fine, because Clara tended to be the one who acted the most like a reasonable adult should in any situation. This did not mean that she didn't have times in which she would do something really fucking annoying in the eyes of the rest.

Suddenly stopping the van, causing Sam to spill her beer on her shirt and the two ladies in the back to get rudely awoken.

"Cow, the fuck got into you?" Sam shoved her best friend after using the nickname she liked the least. It wasn't even for the obvious reasons, Clara was perfectly fine with fat jokes being made by her friends. But for all three years of highschool her classmates kept reiterating an annoying joke about the ice cream her family sold being made with milked that ‘was extracted from her fat udders’, and by graduation even hearing the word ‘cow’ was enough to make her groan.

"Ugh, just look at that!" Clara pointed at something ahead of them while she rolled her eyes. It took barely a moment for the others to spot what seemed like a giant ruler with a sign that said ‘You have to be this tall to win a price!’

"And that's what you had to wake us up for? Something that only Sam would care about? Next time maybe we should let Vicky rest and have you take a couple of bumps." Susie groaned.

"Agreed!" Vicky added, pinching Clara in the back of her neck.

"Ouch! Come on! You don't wanna know what the prize is? I'm sorry to rattle you all, I didn't realize I pressed the break that harshly, you didn't have to be such babies about it." She defended herself as she opened the driver's door and started walking. Not having anything better to do, the rest followed, and Sam quickly got ahead of the rest in order to see what she could claim.

"What a ripoff!" She whined as she took it from the top of the ruler, easy enough for her to do it when she had inches over it. "It's just a ring" She showed it to them. "Doesn't even look like it's worth much." She tested it, and was surprised to see that it fit her perfectly.

"Oh, well, I guess that kinda makes sense. It was a prize that was valuable only for someone who was the right size to even get it in the first place." Clara reasoned, failing to hide her disappointment.

"Now I wouldn't be so sure of that, ladies." An unfamiliar voice spoke to them, giving all of them a scare.