Jumba had just beat Aroma in the championship match, and the 2 girls were backstage changing out of their outfits.
Aroma: Man Jumba, you were awesome.
Jumba: Of course I was. I'm not this big and fat for nothing.
She then grabbed a fistful of her tummy for emphasis.
Aroma: Well, this season's over. What do you wanna do?
Jumba: How 'bout we gain some weight just for fun?
Aroma: Good idea. We can get so big and fat that we won't be able to move.
Jumba: That's the idea.
The girls then proceeded to order tons of pizza, burgers, cakes, and any other fattening food in existance. The delivery guys had no problem accepting money from them; the T.A.W. wrestlers, both the guys and the girls, were notoriously big eaters, and it showed on almost all of them... "almost" being the operant word there, as one or two of them had more muscle than fat, but that's beside the point.
Jumba: Ok. We got enough food to feed a large army. Let's dig in, my mephit mistress.
Aroma: You got it, my pachyderm partner.
The 2 girls then started digging in. Jumba, being the classy elephant she is, started out eating slowly and neatly. Aroma, however, was not classy like Jumba, and started out by shoveling food into her maw.
Jumba: (thinking) Man, that skunkette has, like, no table manners, does she? Wait, this isn't a fancy restaraunt, so why the hell do I even NEED table manners?
Aroma: Cmon Jumba. You're never gonna get fat like that. Just start wolfing down everything you can get your hands on, like me.
Jumba: Ok.
Suddenly...
Copyright 2000 - 2024 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.11 seconds at 5:52pm on Nov 22, 2024 via server WEBX1.