Already you're in the ring, showing off a bit in your black trunks, darting about your side of the ring and throwing quick kicks and punches, a bit of a smile on your face as the crowd cheers your antics on. But when the music for your opponent plays, and the arena suddenly fills with a heavy, smelly odor, you stop your show and put both paws over your snout, looking up...up...up! as the massive, both in girth and height, skunkess that is your opponent pads in.
She's enormous! Not only is her gut thrusting out so far it could bury you, but each breast, so snugly held by her two-piece wrestling suit, is bigger than you are! She must be 20, no...25 feet tall, maybe!
What's worse, being so far under her, you are assaulted by her stench all the more, the big skunk grinning toothily and leaning herself down. "What's a matter, poor little weasel? Big, bad skunksmell too much for you?"
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