Big Mama and Timmy

"Yo, fat fuck! Outta the way!" Chichi barked at the big black woman in front of her, trying to get to the food table.
Big Mama snorted and turned around. "What's that, you little toothpick?" she challenged. "You got something to say?"

"I thought you'd hear me from the echo of that giant ass," Chichi laughed. Big Mama turned and raised a fist, but Baroness appeared between them.

"Ladies, this is not another ring for you to squabble at. Only the slaves may fight here, understood?"
They nodded, Chichi motioning toward one of the rings. "Willing to test your toy out, chunky?"
"Fine," Big Mama accepted. She turned to reveal the table in front of her, where Timmy Luv was laid out on top. He was looking miserable, dressed in a blond wig, a tight and extra short skirt, and a tube top, with lipstick and makeup put on his face. Various foods were laid out on the exposed parts of his body, smears making it clear that he was being eaten off of.

"Shit! I knew you'd be around here somewhere, dickless wonder! Damn, this' gonna be easier than I thought. You're about to see how you fare against a REAL woman, blubber butt," Chichi teased at Kimmy. "At least you're a few pounds lighter than Jabba here, though," she said, indicating at Rosa.

Big Mama growled, grabbing Timmy by the hair and dragging him towards the ring (the wig clearly solidly on), grabbing Kimmy in the same way, and hurling them under the ropes into the ring. "There! Get this on and **** that puny cunt, Tammy!"
"Ooh, you call him that too? Great minds think alike, huh?"