The bear's deep voice didn't inspire much confidence. He sounded like he barely had enough active brain cells to string together a sentence. And his fighting style was about to reflect this. He lumbered towards you, stomping heavily on the mat to shake it. He stands towering before you, raising his arms. The bear then jumps forward, his hefty gut quickly casting a shadow over you.
BOOM!
You are utterly engulfed by the heavy gut, which now crushes you into the mat. To your relief the weight soon lifts. Your head still spins from the impact but you can hear a distinct laughter from the bear. Before you find your feet again one of his huge footpads comes into view. With the same meteoric speed it slams down on you. You scream in pure agony as the bear stomps you into the mat. He leans down to see how you're faring. You're certain that you'll be bruised from head to toe all over tomorrow, but apparently that doesn't satisfy your opponent yet. He rams a large fist in your gut, making you choke on your own screams for a moment. You then feel his large hand wrap around your neck as he lifts you up. Would this be the end of it? Was he presenting you to the dragoness so she could end this torture?
You found yourself flying towards the turnbuckle, slamming into it with a loud smack. With a cruel smirk the bear walks over to you and picks you up again. You receive another devastating blow to the gut before he sends you soaring across the ring. This time you hit the ropes, which mercilessly fling you back at your opponent. He leans back catches you with his big gut. You desperately hold on to his singlet, but it's of little value. he simply lets himself fall forward. You scramble to the side as best you can, but you're buried up to your neck between his fat gut and the mat. This time he holds position a bit longer, really letting the oppressive weight sink in. You want to shriek in pain, but there's simply no air in your lungs to do so with. When the bear goes up again, you go with him, plastered to his singlet with his pungent sweat slowly leaking through. His deep laughter filled the air again. He wasn't done with you yet.
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