The roar of the crowd on her ears and a cloud of rotten, noxious BO swirling around her, the first fighter entered into the ring. Every step from her shook the entire arena and was followed with a big, fat fart that poisoned the air even further. Finally she entered, center stage and showed off her body, already glistening with sweat. Her name was Helga Blubberella (Or at least her stage name was) and she was a two-ton, seven foot tall hippo girl dressed in nothing but a barely-there bikini and a ballerina's Tutu.
Displaying a mind-boggling amount of agility, she skipped toward the ring with a hop, skip and a JUMP that flung her fifteen feet into the air and straight into the center of the ring, where she landed with enough force to send a smelly shockwave into the bleachers that flung people out of their seats.
She threw her hands in the air in delight, while basking in her own armpit stink
"Hello everyone!" She smiled broadly, "I am very happy to be being here today for you!"
Helga didn't have the best grasp of the English language and had an accent as thick as her stink, but darn if she wasn't the happiest stinker she ever saw. She didn't even know she was torturing anyone when she cut the cheese in an elevator or belched in someone's face. She thought everyone loved a good stinking and was eager to vent some scents.
Resting her hands on her fatty hips, she tapped one tubby toe and waited for her foe
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