Pain and Promotion: Patty McKelly vs Peggy Pizaz (Patreon)

Another popular poll winner, the story of two wrestling rookies getting into the big leagues. I think this is a few firsts or at least rare occurances for this storyline. Neither Becky or Sammie are involved, and it brings back an old character from one of the first matches of this old-ass story. 

Peggy was a strange but clear narrative choice for me when I brought her in. The social media babe who's better at manipulating fans and fighters than she is wrestling who takes a liking to our good girl Sammie. She's genuinely friendly with her, as we've seen, but I never got into just why she's a big deal in the league. I wanted to give her a shot to prove that here, and with the girl who crushed Becky in her debut match for a sense of scale. Peggy takes her wrestling a lot more seriously than some people might give her credit for, and she's still definitely a heel, but the way she presents herself and where her focus remains can make her tough to put your finger on what she's up to at any moment.

The EVL shuffled its rankings quietly as wrestlers rose and fell. Their win to loss rates, popularity, and Amanda O’Harra’s personal whims on what would make for a good match finally settled on their latest schedule and sent out the upcoming matches.

“Oh! Looks like I have the week off,” Sammie Saturn noted.

The cute brunette flipped through her phone as she sat resting on a bench in the gym.

“You could probably use the break,” Peggy said with a shrug. “You’ve been going at it like crazy.”

The perky social media starlet sipped on her water bottle as her phone played a perky pop song for her notification. She expertly drew and flicked it open from its holster on her hip.

“OMG. Ain’t that a nice little step up?” she noted thoughtfully. “I’m totally going to @ this bitch right now…”

“What’s this now?” Sammie asked her saucy but (she felt) overall decent friend and coworker.

“I’m up against Patty McKelly,” she said with a grin. “That hog that was a big contender for a while back.”

“Oh… right,” Sammie replied mousily.

She knew Patty “Pigpen” McKelly well enough. She had been her rookie rival Becky’s first opponent, and the overweight redneck had crushed and humiliated her by the time the match was over with.

“So what are you going to do?” Sammie asked more fretfully.

“Work on my victory pose. That selfie’s gonna be worth a lifetime of Likes,” Peggy answered cheerily.

“I mean for the fight! She’s huge and rough and…”

“Same as every wrestler, babe,” Peggy said dismissively as she hit send on a particularly mocking tweet.

“I’m gonna play the game. I haven’t been around these two-ton twats for this long without learning how to handle them.”

While Sammie was still thinking of her, Becky came barging into the gym. She spotted the two of them and waved her phone in their direction.

“Hey, sluts! I got a mother fucker of a match sent my way. I got Naomi Felia in a coffin match!”

“Oh! That sounds… risky. But good,” Sammie said as supportively as she could.

She’d stopped trying to call out Becky for turning to them as her only real friends in the league. Pressing the matter just made her push back harder.

“Damn. You got “Necro” Felia? They must think pretty highly of you to give you that. Skull face doesn’t fuck around,” Patty pointed out.

She paused to take a selfie, making sure to get a good angle on her cleavage for her main fans and her armpits for the weirdo clique she liked to tease about it.

“In the meantime, I got a pig to slaughter.”

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Patty McKelly lumbered out first on that anticipated night. She was met with boos as the hefty, 300 pound redneck arrived in a sweat-stained button-up (which was mostly buttoned down), and her belly hanging over a cutoff shorts that hugged her chunky thighs. Her long, reddish brown hair swayed along with her jiggling bulk as she stuffed her big body and just as huge j-cup tits between the ropes. She flipped off the crowd before slumping back in her corner, spitting over the ropes dismissively. She was a massive brute in the league and didn’t care that the fat and foul-smelling redneck look wasn’t the most popular. She won matches and that was all that counted to her.

Peggy was more of the opposite. She had her impish and teasing personality, but she knew how to play it where the crowd loved it. She was constantly feeding them horny pics via her Twitter and always replied to her comments. She had them eating from the palm of her hand and off her tight ass if she wanted, and she loved all the attention so it worked out great for her.

She was immediately met by cheers and laughs as she came out in her ass-hugging pink and purple leotard. It wasn’t just her natural charisma or how she swung her hips and shoulders to keep her slim curves jiggling for them; she entered wearing a last-second addition of a cowboy hat, cowboy boots and a holster holding a pair of cap guns. She fired off some of the harmless popping shots in the air and waved the cowboy hat around as the audience ate up her mockery of her opponent.

Peggy perched on the ring apron and turned to wave to her fans, snapping a selfie as she leaned off the ropes to catch the roaring fans with her.

“Sorry I couldn’t put on 1k pounds before the match! Let’s at least get 1K Likes!” she typed out before posting it.

Patty was fuming in her corner. Peggy was still typing as the hefty wrestler charged after her, swinging a massive forearm at the back of her head but the more popular heel saw her coming in the phone’s camera. She ducked under the blow and let it fly too far as Peggy grabbed the back of Patty’s head, jumping off the ring apron and dragging her neck down with her. The flabby hick groaned hard as her neck hit the ropes, choking and bouncing back away from them.

“This ain’t my first rodeo, Pigshit~!” Peggy chimed from outside the ring.

It left Patty still wheezing for air as she clutched her throat, red-faced from choking as much as anger. Peggy Pizaz took her time throwing her hat and gunbelt off into her corner before she slid back into the ring.

Peggy made a show of hopping up and dancing around in her corner, playing to the fans while irritating her slowly rising opponent. Patty lumbered back to her feet and snarled as she went charging after Peggy. The brunette turned and shrieked, running for her life along the ropes to get away from her. The crowd laughed and cheered for her as she played to their sympathies again.

Patty couldn’t keep up for the life of her, grabbing at the fleeing social media queen’s ponytail and always coming up short. The big redneck felt like she had her cornered just for Peggy Pizaz to run right at the turnbuckle. She planted her boots into the ropes and ran up them, just to spring off again at the middle rope and lunge back for a flying butt bump to the head. The heavyweight hillbilly stumbled and went to one knee, and Peggy was quick to whirl around and smack a roundhouse kick into her face.

Patty still managed to stay on her knees, but she was clearly dumbstruck by the agile moves. Peggy beamed and skipped around her innocently before she reached over the chunky wrestler. She grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up, letting her huge freckled tits fall out and yanking the hem of the shirt up into her neck. Patty immediately started to gag and flail around, blinding and hindered by the shirt pulled up over her head.

“Sorry you have to see that, everyone!” Peggy chimed with a ditzy tip of her head.

“I’d neeeever fatshame anybody, but that’s just not healthy right!?”

She reached around to slap at Patty’s tits, bouncing the huge jugs around before she slammed a fist deep into her gut. The BBW bumpkin sputtered loudly as her fist dug into the soft flesh with ease.

“Especially since bigger bodies need more air to stay upright. Isn’t that RIGHT, bitch!?”

She pressed her knee into Patty’s back to pull harder on the choking shirt. The redhead moaned and sputtered, her struggles getting clumsier and weaker until Peggy suddenly let go. The buttons snapped away at Patty’s thick neck and she went slamming down to the mats. Patty’s big body huffed for air, jiggling topless on the mats as she tried to push herself back up. The repeated chokes were clearly getting to the red-faced redhead as her thick and powerful arms struggled to lift her up.

Peggy was already running to the opposite ropes, charging at her from behind and throwing a field goal kick into Patty’s pussy. She howled and flopped down again, curling up to clutch her cunt. Pizaz clicked her tongue and waved a finger scoldingly.

“Nah ah~! I’m doing this for your own good. Let’s start a patented Pizaz Makeover! Hashtag show your Pizaz!”

The impish heel went on playing the crowd and Patty alike just how she wanted. She got to have her cake and eat it too as she charmed her fans while tearing her opponent to pieces. She wasn’t the toughest in the league by far, but she had the style to make everyone not care and back her like she was an up and coming champ.

“Now let’s try and lose some weight, you big sweaty cousin-fucker,” Pizaz lectured as she stepped on Patty’s back. She ground in with her heels, making the heavyweight scream and claw at the mats.

“Come on! Pushups with a little extra weight. Or are you packing too much weight already?” she teased.

Peggy reached into her top, fishing out her trademark cellphone. She put a finger to her cheek as she snapped a selfie over the struggling opponent.

“Another helpless loser booked against me. It’s tough living at the top of the ladder,” she narrated as she posted mid-match.

Patty gave a furious growl and bucked hard enough to finally toss Peggy off her. She stumbled aside and grabbed the skinny tweeter by her leg, tearing it out from under her. Peggy landed with a hard grunt as the redhead dragged her in closer, grabbing her by the waist of her leotard.

“I am gonna hogtie your ass and fuck you silly, you little bitch!” Patty snarled.

“That’s the only way you get laid at all! And you’re hog enough for the both of us!” Peggy yelped back.

She raised one booted leg and slammed the heel into Patty’s face. The big redhead grunted again, her head bucking from the blow and recoiling to clutch her nose.

“Wow! No wonder you hicks like wearing these,” Peggy noted before leaning back and slamming a double kick into Patty’s head.

The big girl bucked again before flopping back down, dazed and groaning as she pawed at her face. Peggy righted herself and went back to her corner grabbing her cowgirl hat and plucking a small plastic container from inside.

“Now probably the most important part of your makeover,” she went on quite casually, as if the other end of the conversation weren’t beaten silly on the mats.

“Is to do something about that smell. You’ve got this whole… fucked a dog and spent the night at his place kinda stank going on, girl.”

The crowd laughed as she waved her little jar around.

“But! We’ve got body spray for that! For those of you who can’t afford that genuine gamer girl bathwater~!”

She bent over, making sure to shake her ass for the crowd as she put the cowgirl hat back on. Patty was groaning and gawking when she looked up and Peggy blasted her in the face with the body spray, making her scream and clutch at her face. The cheating, flirty girl had the woman twice her weight down and having barely landed a single hit on her the entire match! Peggy let the eye-burning mist settle before she dropped a knee onto Patty’s wide back, pinning her on her belly and moving to straddle her.

“Come on, miss piggy! Let’s ride ‘em cowgirl, or whatever you backwater fucks say!”

She pulled hard on Patty’s hair, making her neck and back arch. Her red, breathless and weeping face was shown off for the fans as Peggy reached over, hooking her fingers into Patty’s nose and pulling them back to complete her piggy taunts. Patty just wheezed and groaned pitifully in her grip as Peggy whipped her cowgirl hat around overhead like a rodeo queen. She paused for another selfie, getting her bawling and stunned opponent in her shot along with her posing self.

Patty didn’t seem aware enough to tap out, but that seemed to be fine to Peggy. She was still putting on her show, and that was what really mattered. She let go of the heavyweight, letting her face and tits slam into the mats once again. Sweat and tears stained where she landed as Patty went back to her corner, getting out her gunbelt. She gave it a sexy tug like a dominatrix whip, testing the tightness of the leather before swinging it and cracking it across Patty’s bare back. The big woman screamed and thrashed, trying to crawl away but impeded by her own bulk.

“Aww, poor Pigpen! Still can’t make number one contender, let alone number one anything!” Peggy cooed in mock sympathy, even as she brought the belt cracking across her a few times more.

“Like they’d ever fit the belt around your fat ass anyway! They want a queen on top, not a troll. Hashtag Peggy for prezie~!”

With another quick pose for her fans to take some snapshots, Peggy stooped over and yanked down Patty’s jean shorts. She started rapidly lashing her with the belt, whipping her ass cheeks until they were two bright red and jiggling lumps. Patty wailed and sobbed, too hurt to properly try to get away. Peggy just grabbed her by the hips, lifting her ass and thighs up with a noisy grunt of effort. She hammed up just how heavy it was, but not as much as some fans might have expected. She also made a show of wiping the sweat and stink of her foe off her hands on the mats, grimacing all the way, which was also less of an act than some might have hoped.

Once Patty was posed face down and ass up, though, she went for her real showstopper. She pulled out the cap gun from her belt, popping in a fresh clip and shoving its barrel up Patty’s pussy. She wailed from the entry, waving her hands and shaking her head.

“Oh fuck… please… please no…”

“This is the only way anyone would bang you anyway, bitch!” Peggy laughed shamelessly.

“Bang bang bang~!”

She fired off finger guns into the air while snapping the prop gun off inside her. The mix of popping sensations, sharp and brief heat, and the heavy vibrations had Patty screaming and twitching in place. She spasmed all over as the painfully popping toy snapped right against her clit like it was some mockery of a stickup. There were no bullets, of course, but the prop was impacting hard enough to end up making Patty tremble and finally squirt all over the ring. Peggy make an unpleasant grimace and fanned at her nose as she stood back up, leaving the gun inside the beat and fucked silly hillbilly.

“Phew! I guess country girls make do, huh?” Peggy giggled. “At least the ugly ones.”

She grabbed the ropes and shoved with both feet to tip Patty over. She laid on her back, naked and sweaty looking like a beached whale. Peggy hopped nimbly back onto the middle rope and went into a front flip, slamming her butt down on Patty’s face and making an uncontested 3-count pin. One or three more selfies and lowering her leotard enough for a flashy peek at her boobs and she was out of the ring, slapping hands, hugging and celebrating with anyone she could reach in the crowd.

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“Wow… she made that look easy,” Sammie noted from backstage, staring up at the monitor.

“I wasn’t as experienced when I took her on,” Becky insisted with a huff. “But uh… just in case… remind me not to piss off that social media psycho anytime soon.”

Sammie stared at the screen some more. She squeezed her thighs together and resisted the urge to clutch it in sympathy pain as the cameras showed the toy gun still in Patty’s snatch.

“Yea. Same.”