Seat really hated a lot of the wrestlers, but she hated Zafta most of all. And as she climbed into the ring to meet her, it was obvious. The titanic Giraffe was close to five times Seat's height, and had an ass twice as big as the squirrel's entire body. What was worse, was that Zafta wasn't really an experienced wrestler, and so matches with her were mostly her using her height to her advantage, kicking, stomping and squashing without any care for her opponent.
"Hello down there~!" She said in a taunting, sing-song voice, "Ready for our match?"
Seat didn't say anything, she just seethed in anger from the mere sight of her foe. What she wouldn't give to take this lumbering bitch down a notch. The bell rang, but neither competitor moved. Zafta didn't really seem concerned with her match, looking all too smug at her tiny opponent.
"Well," she said, "how about I go easy on you this time? I'll give you one minute to try and knock me down. I won't even try to resist. But once that minute's up, I'm gonna squash you flat. Ready? Go!"
Seat wasn't ready for this. Maybe it was a trap. Or maybe Zafta was just this cocky. Either way, it could be her one shot at making this match happen!
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