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All the matches were done for the evening and it was quite a show, Ken could go back to his dorm and dream of big powerful men in mawashi floating in his head. The old gym was built way back in the 70's and was clearly showing its age. The old Cold War concrete design often felt cold and uninviting and the smell of musty sweat and dust always lingered.
After hitting up the concession on the top floor, Ken decide to take the elevator down and got into the small closet sized elevator.
'This thing even me feel sumo sized,' Ken chuckled to himself.
"Hold the door!" called a voice.
Ken reached out and stopped the elevator door and backed up a few steps to make room for the next passenger and nearly gasped outloud at who it was. It was Mikey "the hippo" Clemons, one of the biggest guys competing tonight dressed in some black shorts and a white muscle shirt that exposed his buzzed body hair. At 6'8" and 440 pounds The Hippo made the elevator really small really quickly with his big soft upper torso. Ken would say he had a bit too soft of a belly to be considered barrel shaped.
"Thanks," Mikey smiled as he pressed the Ground Floor button. He stood mere inches away from Ken but Ken could smell the sweat coming off of Mikey and the body heat radiating from him. The smell of body order and spray deodorant was a thick engrossing musk that Ken easily drank in.
"No problem big guy," Ken smiled back," Great match tonight."
"Thanks," Mikey said with a smile and glad he was sharing a ride with a fan," Walters had me..."
"Room for one more?" came a voice and a hand stopping the elevator door from closing.
'Damn it, who could that be?!' Ken screamed in his head cursing whoever it was for the chance for some alone time with The Hippo.
"Actually, no," Mikey said looking down at Ken.
"Well, too bad," came the voice and shoved himself in making Mikey shuffle back and bump Ken into the wall.
Ken looked over to see that this elevator intruder was no other than Wesley 'Crusher' Smith, the biggest black guy in the league! Standing in at 6'10" and 470 pounds with the biggest ass cheeks Ken had ever seen on a man. Crusher wore a skin tight black t-shirt that easily rode up to expose the lower few inches of his gut and some white cotton shorts that did nothing but show just how big his ass was. The elevator was clearly stuffed now.
"Fuck Crusher," Hippo complained," this thing was small enough with just the two of us in here!"
"Two of us?" Crusher asked looking around as the elevator door closed with no interruptions this time. Crusher finally spotted Ken from behind Hippo's gut. "Sorry man. Didn't know. Don't worry, we'll be out..."
The elevator suddenly dropped half a foot and stopped while the lights flickered and went off switching to a dimmer emergency light.
".. in a second," Crusher finished.
"Look what your fat ass did!" Hippo said belly bumping into Crusher.
"Me?! It was you, chunky!" Crusher barked back and sent Hippo back to the opposite side of the elevator and pushed Ken up against the wall.
"Aww shit! You ok little dude?" Hippo said giving Ken some breathing room.
Ken caught his breath and realized he was rock hard. "Oh yeah. I'm good."
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