The rising of a (cute guy) against strong female opponents!

Camilla Harvey was about to go on, until somebody played their entrance music.

Interrupting not just the owner of the company, but also the former undefeated champion.

There was only one person who could do this and walk away with spine intact… though whether this person had a working spine was up for debate. The crowd certainly didn’t think so, exploding into a hellish cacophony of raucous boos at the first blaring trumpet.

“Krista Harvey, everyone. Younger sister of the President, and she’ll never let you forget it. Massive chip on her shoulder, massive ass wider than her shoulders…”

“You’re such a poet, Vappu. But only about girls’ butts…”

“We admire what we can’t have.”

While Krista Harvey’s bombastic orchestra score was being drowned out by the mob, her big sister in the ring, interrupted mid-sentence, was visibly plotting punishments. Every beat of that faux-classical style piece putt another, even more enticing idea in her head.

Unlike her sister, Krista came out at the top of the ramp dressed to wrestle. White boots, black knee and elbow pads, and a white one-piece athletic leotard that didn’t have to work very hard up top, at least by Autumn standards, and which featured a cutout for her three healthy blonde bushy tails… but which wedged desperately at the bottom against the enormity of her huge ass. The angle on the high-cut leotard was so ****, all her pale, creamy hips were out for the world to see, along with both great cheeks. The white material essentially vanished down there, unless you were looking directly at her butt head-on.

Which many people were doing. While her sister was massive everywhere, Krista was extremely bottomheavy, hips twice the width of her shoulders. She swayed down the ramp by as much physical necessity as pride in her assets, waving like a head of state to her adoring subjects. Heedless of how they were all screaming for her blood.

In fact, there was a smug smile plastered on this three-tailed blonde kitsune's face.

“After the stunt she pulled last week, right in front of the referee, the fans aren’t too happy to see her! I can’t say I approve, either!”

“When you’re in that ring, sweet Evi, the only rule is ‘victory’.”

“No! I’ll never agree to that!”

Factoring out that huge ass Vappu admired and the cameramen lovingly focused on, as well as her bobbing blonde drill-hair, there was very little Krista Harvey left. She came up to her sister’s bustline, and the two of them standing in the ring together just made the contrast more stark.

She motioned for a microphone, but the employees at ringside were less accommodating for her, than her all-powerful sister. Which caused her to stamp her white-booted feet in childish annoyance. Saying words lost to the camera but not to the first three rows of the audience.

More to save her own dignity than anything, Camilla offered her mic.

“Aren’t you done with the introductions yet? Everyone’s here already knows how wrestling matches work- that’s what they came here for! I’m here for the same reason- to break this ring in with a cute boy or two! You did find some that wouldn’t break too fast, right?”

Camilla smiled at her sister, an act which took a nearly aneurysm-inducing **** of will to accomplish.

When she held out her hand for a mic, it was filled instantaneously.

“I’d hate for the viewers at home to think I was playing favorites just because you’re my cute little sister. Buuut… I suppose that’s a risk I’ll just have to take! I can’t fail to give a rising star in the IWA her proper place at the top of the card! Especially since I’ve got the perfect opponent in mind for you!”

Camilla snapped her fingers, and another explosive entrance tune blared to life at her command, this one full of rock guitar and explosive energy.

Impressive as the music and following pyrotechnics were, the wrestler it heralded failed to inspire awe. Unlike Camilla or Krista, he was male, though not bad to stare at for those so inclined. In his practical black board-shorts and boots, he cut an athletic profile; visibly male, in that v-shape males tended to have, but not overburdened with muscle. Just enough tone, like a dancer or runner’s build.

He had no name card of his own on the screen, having never once even appeared in the promotion. For the audience at home, that wasn’t so much of an obstacle.

She had asked for cute, and that was a good way to describe Krista’s opponent. Unlike so many that came before him, he at least had some muscle to work with, but that wouldn’t save him from his fate. Nor would his lovely white hair tied back in a ponytail, or his cute, wiggling matching white cat-ears and tail.

Krista leaned in close to her sister, face nearly buried in breasts.

“Sis, you sure about this? I’m not going to hold back just because he’s a greenhorn. If I bury him and make him some nameless nobody, don’t come complaining to me about his contract cost, okay?”

Camilla just smiled, though this time it could have been genuine.

“You two both give it everything you’ve got out there!”

Though Camilla said that into the mic, then withdrew to ringside, Krista and the crowd both knew what was really about to happen. When the young man, still given no name by announcers or studio graphics, clambered into the ring, bouncing on his feet and stretching out, Krista ditched the microphone and approached him.

“Okay, they probably told you backstage, but all you have to do is lie flat on your back and take it. Don’t worry, you’ll get paid just the same either way-”

“N-No.”

Krista stared in disbelief at the admittedly-cute jobber.

“What.”

He pointed in her face with fingerless gloves, and the young man’s voice was loud enough for camera and crowd to easily pick it up. “I-I’m not just gonna lie down and look at the lights, just because you’re Camilla Harvey’s little sister!”

The look on Krista’s face was broadcast across whole continents. Even on the building’s own massive display hanging over the entrance ramp, her dumbstruck expression brought peals of laughter from the crowds.

Which also didn’t improve her mood.

This had to be the most unfairly anyone had ever been treated in history…!

She’d just have to vent her spleen by crushing him into dust with her massive ass.