The Big girls Part two
"What Is NOT My Line?"
By The Masked Writer
Good evening, dear spectators and fans of "What Is NOT My Line?" Allow me, yours truly, The Masked Writer, to welcome you to tonight's thrilling episode. But tonight isn’t about me—it’s about our two captivating contestants.
"What Is NOT My Line?" is a show unlike any other. Each week, they challenge participants to step outside their comfort zones, tackling activities and performances far removed from their usual expertise. Our goal? To entertain, to surprise, and to reveal new facets of our contestants’ personalities and abilities. We’ve seen CEOs attempting stand-up comedy, musicians trying their hands at professional-level cooking, and even marathon runners attempting to master ballet. The results? Sometimes spectacular, often hilarious, and always unforgettable.
Tonight, however, promises something truly special. As many of you already know, I’ve been following the simmering rivalry between two very popular plus-size models—Ashley and Dani. Their competitive spirits and contrasting personalities have captured the imagination of audiences everywhere. When I heard of Dani’s desire for revenge and Ashley’s confidence in her superior athleticism, I knew this was a matchup destined for the stage of “What’s NOT my line?”. After some persuasion, both women agreed to meet here in a shoot-wrestling match—an event that promises drama, determination, and no shortage of fireworks.
The rules are simple: only gouging, hair pulling, and twisting fingers or toes are forbidden. If a fighter grabs the ropes, the match resets to the center of the ring. Both Ashley and Dani have had some basic wrestling training over the past six weeks, but make no mistake—this isn’t their line. They’re here to prove themselves in a setting completely foreign to their usual world of glamor and cameras.
Who will prevail? Dani, fueled by months of preparation and a thirst for revenge as well as redemption in her own eyes ? Or Ashley, whose surprising natural athleticism and quick learning may make her a formidable opponent? As someone who has seen their strengths, weaknesses, and history unfold, I have my own thoughts—but predictions? That’s for you to debate. As somebody once said : “It is very dangerous to make prediction, especially when they concern the future.” Just settle in and prepare for a show that’s sure to leave you talking long after the final bell rings.
Let’s head backstage now to see how our competitors are preparing for the match. The tension is thick, and the stakes couldn’t be higher. Let’s see what’s on the hidden cameras in the changing rooms.
Dani’s changing room.
Dani stood in front of the mirror, her white leotard laid out on the bench beside her. She had been preparing for this moment for weeks, and as she slipped the garment over her legs, she enjoyed admiring her progress. Her body, though still undeniably soft and curvaceous, showed some signs of the nearly 20 pounds she had worked to shed. Her thighs were a little slimmer, and her arms looked slightly less round, but as she pulled the leotard up and adjusted it over her torso, the mirror revealed what she preferred to ignore: much of her flesh still jiggled with every movement. Her stomach, though reduced, remained rounded, and her upper arms still bore the telltale softness of years of inactivity.
Despite these lingering signs, Dani felt a surge of confidence. Her gym sessions over the past six weeks had been grueling—at least for her. She had pushed herself to run on the treadmill, lift light weights, and even practice basic wrestling holds with a hired coach. But her lack of natural athleticism often showed. Her movements were awkward and uncoordinated, her grip weak, and her endurance left her gasping for air long before the end of each session. Her coach had to give her chance during sparring sessions not to discourage her. She struggled to execute many basic moves. Some she never got right. Nevertheless, she had convinced herself that her efforts had transformed her into a contender. She flexed her arm in the mirror, seeing a faint outline of muscle beneath the soft skin,(which would have been invisible to any other observer) and grinned.
“Ashley won’t know what hit her,” she muttered to herself, completely unaware of how little her progress truly measured up to her rival’s.
Ashley's Changing Room
In the adjacent changing room, Ashley adjusted the straps of her black leotard and checked her reflection with a practiced eye. The garment clung to her frame, emphasizing her toned, muscular legs and the faint lines of definition in her arms. Unlike Dani, Ashley’s body had always carried an underlying athleticism, but the past six weeks of training had refined her strength and coordination even further. Her stomach had still a certain roundness but was firm as a rock. It bore the marks of countless core exercises, while her broad shoulders hinted at the hours she’d spent mastering wrestling moves.
Ashley’s training had been a revelation. While she had started with the same rudimentary lessons as Dani, her natural aptitude for physical activity became apparent almost immediately. Her coach had praised her quick learning, and she had found herself enjoying the challenges. Moves like the arm drag and headlock came to Ashley with ease. She relished the feeling of control that wrestling gave her, and her sparring sessions often ended with her pinning her practice opponents effortlessly.
As she smoothed down her leotard and tied her hair back, Ashley smirked. She had heard Dani’s boasts and heard of her clumsy attempts during training, and she had a good idea of how this match would go. Still, she couldn’t resist the thrill of competition.
“Dani’s in for a rude awakening,” she thought, flexing her arm and noting with satisfaction the firm muscle that stood in stark contrast to her opponent’s.
Ashley’s confidence wasn’t just bravado; it was grounded in her superior preparation and natural athletic ability. As she left the changing room, she felt more than ready to teach Dani the lesson she clearly hadn’t yet learned.
The lights dimmed, and the announcer’s voice boomed across the packed studio.
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to tonight’s main event! Introducing first, standing at 5’10” and weighing in at 190 pounds, the powerhouse herself—Ashley!”
The crowd erupted into cheers as Ashley stepped onto the stage. She looked every bit the dominant competitor, her black leotard clinging to her solid frame, highlighting her strong shoulders, firm arms, and defined thighs. The short legs of her outfit emphasized the powerful musculature of her legs visible through a thin layer of fat, and the confident smirk on her face drew whistles and applause from the audience. Ashley’s dark hair was tied back into a sleek ponytail, and her presence exuded control and readiness. As she strode confidently to the ring, waving at to the crowd and acknowledging their cheers with a raised fist.
From his commentator’s seat, the Masked Writer observed, “Look at her—a prime example of what a few weeks of dedicated training can do. Ashley has clearly taken to the sport like a fish to water, and her natural athleticism shines. Every step she takes tells you she’s ready to dominate tonight.”
Ashley reached the ring, climbing in with an effortless grace that elicited another round of cheers. As she turned toward the entrance, a sly smirk spread across her face as she awaited her opponent.
“And now, her challenger,” the announcer’s voice echoed, “standing at 5’7” and weighing in at 185 pounds—Dani!”
Dani emerged from the backstage area, her white leotard clinging to her softer, less defined figure. While she had lost some weight over the past few months, her body still appeared soft and jiggled slightly as she moved. Her short haircut framed her face, which tried to maintain an air of confidence despite the murmurs from the crowd. As she made her way down the aisle, she caught a few of the less-than-kind remarks.
"She still looks like she’s in over her head."
"Why’d she even agree to this?"
"She better pray Ashley goes easy on her."
Dani’s jaw tightened as she heard the comments but forced herself to keep walking, determined to prove everyone wrong. Ashley, leaning casually against the ropes, watched her opponent approach with an amused smirk. As Dani climbed into the ring, Ashley couldn't resist sneering.
"You sure you’re ready for this? You still look like you’ve been skipping leg day," Ashley taunted, loud enough for the audience to hear. Some in the crowd chuckled at the remark, further adding to Dani’s discomfort.
The crowd’s reaction was mixed: cheers of encouragement for Dani from some loyal fans, but also jeers from those who doubted her ability to last even a few minutes against the far more athletic Ashley. The stark contrast between the two women was impossible to ignore. Where Ashley exuded strength and confidence, Dani appeared less certain, as she looked at Ashley’s powerful physique, mentally comparing it to her own.
As Dani climbed into the ring, there was a distinct murmur among the crowd. Some clapped politely, while others jeered, clearly doubting her ability to hold her own. Dani’s smile faltered for a moment as she tried to ignore disparaging remarks.
“You’ve got this, Dani!” a lone voice called out from the stands, but it was drowned out by whispers of skepticism.
The Masked Writer’s voice cut in again. “The contrast couldn’t be starker. Ashley, lean and strong, looks every inch the natural competitor. Dani, though visibly slimmer, still carries an air of hesitation. Her body may have changed slightly, but has her confidence kept pace? We’re about to find out.”
As the two women faced each other in the center of the ring, Ashley’s smirk widened. “You ready for this, Dani?” she taunted, her tone dripping with mockery. Dani’s jaw tightened, and she squared her shoulders, determined not to let Ashley’s words get to her. But the tension in her stance betrayed her nerves.
The MC’s voice boomed once more, cutting through the tension.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the stage is set, the fighters are ready, and the moment of truth is upon us! Let the match begin!"
The crowd roared in anticipation, and the referee signaled for the match to begin.
The bell rang, and the tension in the arena erupted into cheers and shouts. Both women squared off in the center of the ring, their faces set in determined scowls. Dani lunged forward with a tackle, but Ashley, quick on her feet, countered with a tackle of her own. The impact sent Dani sprawling onto the mat, the crowd erupting in a mix of cheers and jeers.
"Come on, Dani, is that all you’ve got?" Ashley taunted, brushing imaginary dust off her shoulders.
Dani gritted her teeth, pulling herself up with rubbing her shoulder. Determined to turn the tide, she wrapped her arms, one around Ashley’s shoulder and the other on her groin, to lift her for a bodyslam. She grunted with effort, but Ashley did not leave the ground. Ashley chuckled, her feet firmly planted.
"Nice try," Ashley sneered. "But maybe hit the weights next time."
Before Dani could react, Ashley wrapped her arms around Dani, easily lifting her off her feet and slamming her onto the mat with a successful, brutal, bodyslam. The ring shook with the impact, and Dani let out a groan, her flesh shaking and her body sprawled out as the crowd roared. Ashley stood over her, flexing her arms playfully and basking in the audience’s applause.
Dani struggled to her knees, her face red with exertion and frustration, rubbing her back and her beautiful face twisted by a grimace of pain. She pushed herself up and swung a punch at Ashley, landing a glancing blow on her opponent’s shoulder. Ashley retaliated with a sharp right hook to Dani’s cheek, causing her to stumble back. They exchanged blows for a brief, heated moment, but Ashley’s punches were faster and more precise. Finally, Ashley landed a devastating punch to Dani’s solar plexus, digging in the fat and driving the air from her lungs. Dani collapsed to her knees., clutching her stomach and gasping for breath.
"Get up, Dani," Ashley mocked. "I thought you wanted revenge?"
Dani rose shakily, her movements sluggish and uncoordinated. Ashley closed in, initiating a grappling sequence. Time and again, Dani tried to reverse Ashley’s holds, but her lack of strength and technical skill betrayed her. Ashley overpowered her effortlessly, locking Dani in a headlock, then a wrist lock, and finally a painful armbar in succession. Each time, Dani struggled futilely, her sweaty, exhausted body slipping from Ashley’s grip only to fall into another humiliating hold.
She attempted an armlock on her own but Ashley easily muscled out of it.
Desperate to regain some control, Dani stepped back and attempted a flying dropkick, launching herself clumsily into the air. But her timing was off, she was to low and too slow, and she missed Ashley entirely, landing awkwardly on her side with a loud thud, hurting her left shoulder as she rubbed it, wincing in pain. The crowd burst into laughter as she sluggishly scrambled to her feet. Ashley seized the opportunity to deliver her own flying dropkick. She leapt gracefully, her feet connecting squarely with Dani’s chest, sending her crashing into the ropes. Dani collapsed to the mat, dazed and visibly struggling to recover.
By this point, Dani was drenched in sweat, her breathing labored. Her movements became slower, her attempts at countering Ashley’s attacks increasingly feeble. Ashley, still full of energy, continued to taunt her opponent. "You’re just a punching bag, Dani. Maybe stick to modeling swimsuits."
Dani staggered to her feet one last time, but Ashley was ready. She grabbed Dani by the shoulders, shoved her down onto her back, and swiftly straddled her chest in a dominant schoolgirl pin. Dani thrashed beneath her, her arms flailing as she tried to push Ashley off, and her legs kicking the air in a large tremor of flabby flesh, but her strength was completely spent. She tried to brace herself to lift the weight of Ashley off her chest, but she too weak from exhaustion to do it. Ashley leaned forward, pinning Dani’s wrists above her head with ease and smirking down at her.
Dani staggered to her feet one last time, but Ashley was ready. She grabbed Dani by the shoulders, shoved her down onto her back, and swiftly straddled her chest in a dominant schoolgirl pin. Dani thrashed beneath her, her arms flailing as she tried to push Ashley off, but her strength was completely spent. Ashley leaned forward, pinning Dani’s wrists above her head with ease and smirking down at her.
"Give up yet, Dani? Or should I keep embarrassing you?" Ashley teased, tilting her head mockingly.
Dani bucked weakly, her face burning with humiliation as the crowd jeered.
"Someone’s out of her league!" one spectator shouted.
"Stick to photo shoots, sweetheart!" another jeered.
"Guess revenge isn’t your thing!" echoed a mocking laugh.
But it was no use. Ashley’s weight and superior strength kept her firmly in place. Dani let out a frustrated sob, her body going limp in defeat. The referee stepped in, calling the match as the bell rang. Ashley stood triumphantly, raising her arms to the roaring approval of the audience while Dani lay beneath her, utterly humiliated and defeated.
Aftermath
The shower in the changing room echoed with the sound of running water and the occasional muffled sob. Dani stood under the stream, her head bowed, hot water cascading over her battered body. Every inch of her pale, soft body, ached. Her ribs throbbed with a sharp, persistent pain that suggested one might be cracked. Bruises dotted her arms, legs, and torso, vivid reminders of Ashley’s dominance. Her knees felt weak, and her legs trembled as if they could barely hold her weight. Even raising her arms to wash her hair sent jolts of pain through her shoulders.
Her breathing was shallow, each inhale a struggle as her bruised ribs protested. Her knuckles were raw from the futile punches she had thrown, and her palms stung from where they had scraped against the mat. Exhaustion weighed heavily on her, making even the simple act of standing under the water feel like a monumental effort. Taking off her leotard had been a torture. The humiliation of the match replayed in her mind, each taunt, each jeer, each mocking look from Ashley and the crowd cutting her anew.
She clenched her fists, but the motion only sent another spike of pain through her hands and ribs. A choked sob escaped her lips. She had wanted so desperately to prove herself, to show that she could compete, but instead, she had been utterly crushed, her pride and body left in tatters.
For the first time, Dani admitted to herself that she had been no match for Ashley. She realized, bitterly, that she wasn’t cut out for fighting. The months of preparation, the weight loss, the endless hours of effort—none of it had been enough. She resolved, with a mix of regret and shame, that she would never try anything like this again, especially not with Ashley. This defeat would stay with her, a painful reminder of her limits.
On the other side of the changing room, Ashley stepped into the shower with a confident stride, her movements fluid and unbothered. Her gorgeous, curvy body bore a few faint red marks from the match, but nothing that suggested she had been in a grueling fight. The hot water only seemed to invigorate her further, washing away the sweat and amplifying her sense of triumph.
Ashley smirked as she thought back to the match, her taunts and dominance over Dani bringing a sense of satisfaction. She’d taught her rival a lesson and showed everybody her superiority over that fat, flabby girl. As she dried off and dressed, she hummed lightly, already thinking about the night ahead. There was a party in town, and Ashley fully intended to celebrate her victory in style.
Before leaving, she glanced toward the showers where Dani remained, still sobbing quietly under the stream of water. For a brief moment, Ashley’s smirk faltered, replaced by a flicker of pity. But she quickly shrugged it off. "Maybe next time, Dani," she muttered under her breath, slinging her bag over her shoulder and heading out with a spring in her step. For Ashley, tonight was a night to bask in her triumph. For Dani, it was a night to nurse her wounds—both physical and emotional.
The end
